Ed being absolutely besotted with Stede in 1x07 ‘This is Happening’

Look, point is, fellas, if all those attractive people with their amazing apartments and interesting jobs, usually in some creative field, can go through some lighthearted struggles and still end up happy, then so can we.

started watching bridgerton and i’m fully losing my mind?? enemies to lovers fake dating historical romance??? with a diverse cast???? whilst orchestral versions of modern pop songs play in the background????? JULIE ANDREWS NARRATES IT?????? sign me the fuck up

Your impact on other people is bigger than you think. Someone still giggles when they think of that funny thing you said. Someone still smiles when they think of the compliment you gave them. Someone silently admires you. The advice you give has made a difference for people. The support and love you've offered others has made someone's day. Your input and opinions have made someone think twice. You're not insignificant and forgotten. Your existence makes a positive difference, whether you see it or not.

#same energy

the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.

adult emailing culture is overthinking how polite you sound and forgetting to send the attachments

Eliot is the type of magician I would be

i will never get over penny grinning in the background

I fucking love this spell

best of joe wright’s 2005 p&p commentary track

please be gentle with yourself. you’re trying. if it’s taking you longer than you thought to achieve something or get somewhere that’s okay. try not to compare yourself to others too much because not everyone gets to where they need to be right away. you’re alive that’s what matters. keep trying. you’ll get there.

the magicians, season five: eliot edition

hey remember when the worst thing the show had done to us was that wig?

on the subject of The Magicians - i know pretty much everyone is annoyed at how the writers went about that season 4 finale and how they’ve justified it with ‘finally the white male protagonist is no longer safe’, but can i just ask, is that really even something that was needed? in a show where the ‘white male protagonist’ was already humbled by not being the chosen one meant to be high king of the magical realm, not the magical prodigy meant to defeat the big bad monster coming for them all, not the one destined to become a god - was it really necessary that he had to be the sacrificial lamb as well to prove some asinine point about ‘uwu all the characters are equally important’? it’s stupid, and they killed off the literal lynchpin of the show for no reason at all. and here i was all season thinking they were leading up to a big story next season exploring confrontations with the old gods that have been alluded to this entire series, with julia’s goddess-hood finally being a relevant and satisfying plot point again. what i fool i was.

I keep coming back to sadness

Quentin didn’t get a happy ending. That breaks my heart. The character who represented me is gone. Where do I go from here?

I am so, so sad. I can’t move past this yet. I don’t know how. Quentin’s death really fucking hurt. I feel like someone fisted my chest cavity then yanked my guts out, hand over hand, a yard at a time.

My opposite sex reflection. The tragically beautiful disaster who I related to on a personal level. My fictitious male counterpart.

Yes, Quentin is fictional and I am a 30 year old woman. I am not a member of the LGBT community but I know my share of mental health problems. I know isolationism. I know feeling like I don’t belong. I know escapism.

I know Quentin Coldwater. I want him back. This hurts too much. Its Saturday and I am not still over it.

How can I be? This floppy haired, dorky idiot captured my heart. I am completely flatlined now.

Ironically, I need an escape from the escapist fantasy that broke my heart. The Magicians was special.

I don’t want to tear down Sera Gamble even though she is on my shitlist, and will remain there until she earns my trust (good luck, I am a skeptic by nature).

I want to sit her down and have an open honest discussion about representation in media and why it matters.

I want to allow Q to live in my heart forever.