A flower stand
me, holding my newborn child: what are its stats?
Eddie: *falls off his bike*
Richie: oh my god eds are you okay? Let me help you!
Eddie: *holding back tears* DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME RICHIE IM A GROWN MAN!
the morning mists (clyties of the mist) oil painting on canvas by british artist herbert james draper, 1912 ✨
And I built a home, for you, for me… (x)
Gushing over Empatheia’s gorgeous, gorgeous Reynabeth fic, How Deep is the River. Read it, even if you don’t ship it - it’s pure poetry.
My Little Starlord
the first kind:
“portal is cool”
beat the game in normal time or Record Time
also plays half life ect
“valve”
has some tshirts
?normal
the second kind:
*someone mentions something related to*:
apples
bagels
a crow
wheat
the song “mr. blue sky”
and They Start Crying just like that
someone even Mentions the words “blue sky” or “wheat” and they start yelling
blue sky soda is an Icon