Claire Temple Stan

5 year anniversary of the miette post \o/

995 years left on mother's sentence

“i’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition” is an insane line to introduce a character with. it’s an even more insane first thing to have said to the man you’re about to fall in love with

卓越したボディコントロール　Σ(ﾟДﾟ) ｽｯｹﾞ! Body control of a horse archer

（ Reddit:r/Damnthatsinteresting u/rgatoNacho ）

people really believe this? that's obviously a human archer

@identifying-horses-in-posts

what do you think

Trampoline

(at last night's queer cabaret)

person announcing the show: "now i don't want to see any heckling tonight, no racism, no sexism... none of the isms"

person in crowd: "what about autism?"

announcer: "yeah autism is fine"

3500 years ago a bunch of people decided to build a tower to the sky and now I have to worry about keeping up my Duolingo streak

why would you blame the people reaching for heaven instead of the god who cursed them

add that one to the list, boys

You're right and you should say it

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The biggest lie in fanfiction is that everyone has a first aid kit in their house. I have never owned one in my life

Wait do y’all not have like…first aid boxes in your hall closets? Like just a plastic box that has your basic first aid shit?

hades and persephone except [tells it worse than ever before/the same as every other modern adaptation]

#haded and persephone except its demeter selling persephone to one direction @nil-number​ How does it feel to be the funniest motherfucker alive

saint hayley images…

images be upon ye ..

may i propose

My new fav aesthetic is "when your plug is a girl"

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Alternatively:

There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining

Angst fans:

There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.

Hurt/Comfort fans:

Dear god you’re right, you’re so right

I feel like this needs to be a writing challenge… How many different ways can you write this one trope.

There was only one bed, but instead of making a big fuss, the tired pair went the fuck to sleep and got a full 8 hours.

My sleep deprived ass:

OH YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF

There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.

Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:

I AM ALL OF THIS I WILL LITERALLY READ ANYTHING

There was only one bed, the two characters argued and bickered begging for them not to have to share it, but they somehow are here still. They agree that there both going to pick a side and stay on it. This was going fine until in the middle of the night A woke up screaming and crying, B gets them to calm down and they end up falling asleep next to each other feeling safe

Enemies to lovers fans

There was only one bed. A noticed B’s exhaustion and lifted them easily. “You don’t have to carry me like a child,” B noted, despite being clearly pleased by how matters were progressing. “I think we both know that’s not true,” A replied with a grin. The bed was warm, inviting, and yet something was missing. “Is this a private party, or can just anyone join,” C called from the doorway, clad only in their underwear and a smile. “Only if it’s you!” A and B replied in unison as they drew the covers back.

My OT3-loving ass:

There was only one bed.

It turned out to be a defective Murphy bed and it trapped them in the wall.

Crack fic fans:

This entire thread is delightful

@violettduchess

reblogging PURELY for that last GIF (though all of them are lovely)

https://fb.watch/mjDHL25iin/?mibextid=Nif5oz

#rolling like a hot dog on the ocean floor#a state we can all aspire to

it is gorgeous