Who Invited Boo Radley?

My housemate is playing Florida Georgia Line and I’m finding it sort of…soothing. I’m concerned. So concerned.


1930 George Spencer Watson - Mary Spencer Watson


1930 George Spencer Watson - Mary Spencer Watson


(via saehral: - Soup von Utau-Hime)


Firstly. I’m sorrrrry I’m so behind on asks. I’m trying, I’m trying. The conference I’m at was killing my soul for one, but ALSO, joyfulseeker and I started writing a fic that took over my life. Which has killed all writing on everything else. AND is only like half done (already at 23,000 words tho-) HAVE SOME MORE STUPID MAFIA PLANNING

me:  I wonder how Johnny and Kaner meet. Kaner is probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time and Johnny is like, “we can’t kill him, he’s a hockey player, people would definitely notice if he went missing.” Kaner’s like sprawled on the floor. Johnny kneels next to him, tips up his chin. Johnny’s all “you won’t talk, will you?” and Kaner’s like ‘nope, nope, definitely no talking’ and Johnny says ‘good, because I wouldn’t want to have to pay you a visit’ and Kaner is of course terrified, but then like, jerks off to the look on Johnny’s face for a week. somehow they keep running into each other

rosekay:  yessss, i love that, oh kaner, he’s like that mouse that keeps hitting the pleasure button instead of the food button and then starves

me:  and Johnny likes competence, even though Kaner seems like a douchy hockey dude bro, the way he quietly handles himself

rosekay:  right? johnny would totally be into that—all the discipline beneath the party boy facade. sometimes kaner’s like “can’t make it, dude - got morning skate” or “nah i gotta hit x goal this week for training” and johnny gets all frosty and disappointed but is secretly kind of turned on. when he’s dated people in the know about what he really does, he’s used to SOs who’ll drop everything

me:  one time he catches a game on TV and sees Kaner walking down the tunnel in a godawful suit and then the next day, a perfectly tailored bespoke one shows up, along with a shirt, and a tie and it fits perfectly. Kaner is like I DON’T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW HE GOT MY MEASUREMENTS

rosekay:  omg yesssss, i’m never going to actually write the my fair lady review, so can you just….fold it in here?

me:  hahahah, Johnny attempting to dress Kaner, but he really loves Kaner in his henley and backwards cap

rosekay:  sooo great

me:  as long as it isn’t the yankees.  Kaner’s like where have all my yankee hats gone

rosekay:  johnny’s AL East grave he’s dug is blue jays all the way

rosekay:  hahahaha and sometimes kaner will bitch about a dirty hit and like, kesler or something and johnny’s like “want me to take care of it?” and kaner snorts like yeah that would be great, then looks at johnny’s face and is like JESUS wait, wait i was kidding

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via seabois)


Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew’d thee once:
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Shakespeare’s Globe

A Midsummer Night’s Dream @ Shakespeare’s Globe [x]


Alphonse Mucha



Who the hell is Bucky?

#you know this winter #YES IT’S A SAFE WORD #THAT’S IT#IT MUST BE IT #why is this man engaging me in sex (via)