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Holy Chrysanthemum, somebody remind me why I’m allowed to have internet access

does anyone else feel like it’s a tumblr sin to delete their drafts? Like

forgive me tumblr daddy for I’ve been a bad girl, I deleted 3 drafts.

tumblr gods: steal the president’s shoelaces and you shall be forgiven

[During the events of The Trouble with Tribbles]

Bones, to a tribble: What's the matter with you?

Tribble: *purrs*

Bones: Yes but where

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He moves the stars for no one…except you

☀️🌙✨☀️🌙✨☀️🌙✨

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I’m just a nerdy ass weirdo who loves the Labyrinth, cries for inexplicable reasons but never without an atrocity’s worth of agony behind it, knows there are Labyrinth graphic, and owns them

I got the wonderful opportunity to see Labyrinth on the big screen last week (thank you Fathom Events) and I think this time around really helped me nail down one of the things that makes this movie so special to me: the ending message.

A story with a somewhat childish sixteen-year-old girl who immerses herself in magic and fantasy worlds who goes through a journey and a transformation and comes out the other side more mature could very easily have ended with the message of "Now that the adventure in the fantasy world is over, our heroine has grown and matured enough to leave magic and fantasy behind and become an Adult."

But Labyrinth doesn't do that.

Labyrinth says: "You might grow up a little. You might put away your costumes and your music box and your crown. You might give your teddy bear to your little brother. But that doesn't mean you have to leave it all behind. Every so often in your life, for no reason at all, you might need a little magic back in your life. And your friends in the fantasy world will always be there for you."

"Should you need them."

Here's the thing about Jareth from Labyrinth right?

He's made up.

That's not necessarily the same thing as not REAL. But he, just like all her friends who show up in her room before her adventure as toys and figurines, exist in relation to her, in response to what she wanted and needed. She told the story and there he was, there he always had been. But she's a teenage girl who doesn't know what she wants yet, and Jareth kind of pays the price.

"but the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and had given her certain powers." He's an archetypal oxymoron. He's both the dastardly baby stealing villain and the royal love interest trying to relieve the heroine's suffering, Cinderella style. He's fucked either way by being both. She doesn't know if SHE wants to be the villain or the heroine until he shows up and then she decides on the heroine, so he has to sneer and menace and challenge but it's too late for him!! it's too late, The King Of The Goblins Had Fallen In Love With the Girl, he's Cinderella's prince too and he has to try, he gives her a poofy dress and takes her to fucking goblin prom, sweeps her around the room like a music box with perfect posture and room for Jesus.

But it doesn't work buddy, it can't work. You're just a story for a teen girl to grow up in, and as the villain you have to be defeated. He's so complex because his tropes contradict themselves, and he doesn't understand why he has to lose when he was only doing the job he was given. In his last scene he is pale as death with shadows under his eyes, backing away and begging for his happy ending with nonsense mishmash promises that belong to both halves of him.

"I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me." I'm sure you are, Jareth. No wonder.

Lavender is my favourite 🤩

Bubble teas for the Hypnos devotees:

I’m a big bubble tea lover, and Hypnos is a known tea associated god. Seems like a match made in Elysium here doesn’t it? So here’s some teas I’ve found are a big hit for Hypnos vibes!

Drink them in honour or use as offerings!

Matcha and red bean

Lavender milk tea (alternatively can be made with coconut water)

Black milk tea with Brown sugar

Taro with coconut pearls

Chocolate milk tea with classic tapioca

All these teas are picked because of their focus, relaxation, light sedative and calming effects.

All can be served hot or cold. Milky are a more popular option than fruit teas for sleepy/relaxing effects I’ve found.

Extra notes: poppy tea does exist, and it seems like an obvious a choice for Hypnos, although I’ve not seen a bubble tea combination with it yet. I’d like to try one someday though.

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does anyone else feel like it’s a tumblr sin to delete their drafts? Like

forgive me tumblr daddy for I’ve been a bad girl, I deleted 3 drafts.

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you haven’t lived until you’ve actually poured a monster energy drink into a cup of black coffee, looked into the distance, thought “fuck me, Das Leben ist Scheiße” and downed the whole thing

grey long eared bat?

What a wonderful little animal!

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FLIGHT HAMSTER!!!!🐹

Flight hamster

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

Good news for you, this August 23rd.

Graphic design is my passion

soup is honestly the b1gg3st s4f3 f00d ever.

- l1qu1d f4st1ng but want something substantial? -> SOUP

- want something warm and l0w c4l0r13? -> SOUP

- wanna consume an entire can for under 250 c4l0r13s? -> YEAH GET THAT GODDAMN SOUP

- want a reliable f00d that comes in SO MANY VARIETIES AND TAKES LIKE 5 MINUTES OR LESS TO PREPARE? -> SOUP BITCH

reblog if ur a fucking #soupwhore bc same

we’re like a superfandom

we need a name

Daring To Grow Up

Chapter 2: Waterlogged

⚠️: near drowning and just a bit of wlw lemon-y goodness

word count: 1534

summary: Grown ups don’t get to stay lost boys, Peter won’t let them. So what happens when one grows up, but refuses to leave Neverland and won’t be killed for it?

Just under the lagoon’s surface, Honey could feel herself being pulled backward. Something which concerned her for three main reasons: One: Who exactly had it out for her, two: She couldn’t fathom holding her breath much longer than a few seconds more, and three: Honey was absolutely certain that the shore, a place where she could breathe, was in the opposite direction.

The hand around her ankle sent her leg rigid and tense, somehow colder than the water itself. Honey twisted and kicked, her dress beginning to swirl and flare around her, almost like she was watching everything in slow motion.

Little bubbles collected on her skin and she couldn’t help but think of them as little friends come to try and help her away from this mess. It didn’t do much to calm her mind in this moment of terror, but there it was, the littlest bit of flickering light in what was otherwise complete darkness.

The water around her seemed to get colder and darker, until her surroundings were entirely shrouded in darkness. The desire to breathe finally clawed too intensely at Honey’s throat as her chest tightened. She breathed in deeply, the tightening replaced by an instant burning sensation as her lungs filled themselves with water.

The water around her began to brighten again, but it didn’t matter as the edges of her vision began to dim and blur and time seemed to slow itself. She had gone numb what felt like quite some time ago, but the last thing she felt before losing consciousness altogether was the sudden warming of the water.

Maybe it was moments and maybe it was hours, but when Honey next awoke it was like consciousness shocked through her body and she sat bolt upright. She spluttered and coughed, small amounts of water came out of her lungs as her body worked desperately to relieve itself of all the misplaced water. It certainly didn’t look like so much water as it came out of her lungs, but be damned if it didn’t feel like she had inhaled the whole lagoon.

“Are you alright?” A seemingly small and angelic voice asked. It was a voice that called to something within Honey’s memory, she was sure she knew it, but much like a distant smell in the forest, she couldn’t quite put her finger on who it belonged to.

“Fine- just fine,” Honey spit out between coughing fits. The fits were growing substantially smaller as she ran out of water to spit up, but they were still giving her quite the run for her money. As Honey went to cover her mouth in the crook of her elbow she became vividly aware of her dress being soaked through and sticking to her like a second skin.

As though she had only just become wet, Honey began shivering. “Not to seem terribly forward,” The voice began again and Honey turned to meet the eyes of whoever was speaking. As Honey turned she was entirely awestruck, she did know that voice after all. “But you should probably take that off,” the voice continued. Honey didn’t seem to register the rather crude, albeit practical, suggestion. She only sat there, agape, as though intending to catch flies.

A delicate hand reached out to close her mouth again, not that Honey was aware enough of her surroundings to know her jaw had gone slack in the first place. The face before her shone a glimmering and coquettish little grin and Honey was further hypnotised.

It happened every time, Honey found herself trapped in the gaze of these incredibly blue eyes, almost black and speckled with white as though they held the universe within those irises. Honey could almost feel her heart stop in her chest as she tore her gaze away to study the rest of this familiar face.

The seemingly permanent glistening and glittering of her skin, and the place just below her jaw where the gills cut into the skin of her throat. Honey couldn’t help herself as her hand began to reach out to softly stroke the spot. She had seen these gills a million times before and still every time was like the first time for her.

Then Honey’s eyes were drawn once more to her starlit eyes, only to see concern and confusion laden there. Her lips were moving, her pale blue lips, they looked so soft as Honey felt herself drawn nearer. The lips began moving faster, what was she doing?

“Hello?” The soft voice called for what must have been the third or fourth time judging by the note of urgency in her voice. Honey dropped her hand before it could reach the gilled skin and the look of wonderment slipped from her face.

“Oh?” Was all Honey managed, but what she was thinking was ‘Gee your lips look delicious, like they taste of sea salt and fresh fruit’. Honey really couldn’t shake the desire to find out if that’s really what they tasted like or if it was something wholly indescribable.

“Are you alright now? What happened?” She asked as she leaned in a bit closer and ran her scaled fingers through Honey’s damp and tangled curls.

“I am so much better than alright now, Annett,” Honey let out breathily with a special kind of emphasis on the mermaid’s name and shortly followed her admittance with a fit of airy giggles.

“We’ll see about that,” Annett said as she dragged one nail down Honey’s neck. “Now, tell me, what did happen?” She pushed the subject a bit harder, sensing a slight air of avoidance in Honey’s general attitude.

“Small pirate chase through the woods,” Honey confessed quietly with a small shrug. Annett raised an eyebrow in question, as though she were silently saying, ‘is that all or would you like to elaborate?’.

“Maybe I got chased to the edge and jumped as a last resort,” Honey rushed to say, somehow thinking that saying it faster would be equal to simply not having said it at all.

“And let me guess, you didn’t actually concern yourself with any alternatives?” Annett asked Honey as she traced patterns over the skin on Honey’s neck. Honey blushed deeply and sat silent for a moment with a look over her face as if trying to come up with something to say back to her.

“You know,” Annett started as she leaned impossibly closer to Honey, but somehow, to Honey’s dismay, still wasn’t actually touching her. “I could drown every last one of them for you,” Annett made the offer and brought the hand that had previously been tracing down her neck back up to trail a finger over Honey’s lower lip.

“Hmm,” Honey hummed mindlessly as she leaned into Annett’s touch, “I think.” Honey said trying to gather the rest of her thought, “That maybe that can wait,” She finished the thought by leaning in to finally kiss Annett.

Honey turned in Annett’s hold to face her fully, hands finding their way down to Annett’s waist. She pressed her fingers into the flesh there, almost like she was trying to memorise every last detail of this particular moment.

The hand tangled into Honey’s hair pulled just enough to make her gasp, Annett took this opportunity to gently slide her tongue past Honey’s lips. The waves gently ebbed and flowed on the shore and warm water met Honey’s feet in rhythmic patterns.

As Annett pulled away to let Honey breathe, she kept a hand gently tucked into her side. The air around them had cooled considerably and the horizon had grown quite dim. Annett looked out over the lagoon, at the sunset, “You really should be going now, before it gets too dark,” The mermaid said wistfully, without looking at Honey.

Honey understood the hint, the mermaids had this odd curfew, all locked away into coral housing before it got dark.

Honey stood and shook the sand from the bottom of her dress, but most of the sand stuck to the damp material anyway. “Oh, don’t forget this,” Honey turned and looked to see what she may be forgetting. Annett held the glimmering dagger out to Honey, “You dropped it, and I know how difficult this must have been to get,” Annett offered with a smile.

“Thank you,” Honey said as she reached down for the blade. Their fingertips gently grazed each other, but instead of continuing to move on, Honey held her fingertips over Annett’s a moment longer.

“You have to go now,” Annet gently reminded both Honey and herself, she pulled her hand away. “Goodbye,” She said, and the word had such an air of finality that Honey felt something invisible clench around her heart.

“Only for now,” Honey assured before she turned to walk away. And she did, she almost made it all the way into the woods before she stopped herself and looked back. When she looked, all she caught was a glimpse of Annett’s tail disappearing into the lagoon.

And that, Honey told herself, is probably for the best. “I would have let her drown me if I stayed much longer,” She muttered to herself and kicked a small rock at the edge of the forest.

Boy do I love doing this crap 💩

The Things We Do For The Fleet

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

Chapter Thirteen: The Dearly Disliked

⚠️: are we- are we kinda being slightly harassed in this? (Someone help) not super extreme or anything.

word count: 1154

<-Previous-Next->

McCoy found himself, somehow, for the first time in a long while, not busy. He was, much to his surprise, actually bored, as he nearly slept at his desk. Quite unfortunately, just as his eyes began drooping in that inescapably heavy manner, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Leonard grumbled, quickly rubbing his eyes a bit before the door fully opened. The man in the doorway was one that he was only vaguely familiar with, more as background in the medbay than as actual person or acquaintance.

“Can I help you?” McCoy asked almost derisively as he crossed his arms and sat taller in his chair.

“Uh, yeah,” The man started, walking into the office and pulling the door carefully shut behind him. “Um, Y/N, she-” The man continued talking as he took a seat on the opposite side of the desk, but Leonard didn’t hear anything as soon as Y/N’s name came tumbling out of the fidgety little weasel’s mouth.

How does he know Y/N? Is he the bad date?, Leonard was suddenly squinting at the young man, as if scrutinising every visible aspect of him.

“Sorry,” McCoy interrupted, “What was your name again?” he asked, trying to soften his eyes just a bit.

“Oh, sorry, ehm Miles, I’m Miles,” Miles said it like his own tongue was in the way of his speech. He hurried to restate what he had been saying, “I was just wondering, cause she walked out of here yesterday, if you knew her, or maybe what she likes,” 

McCoy raised a brow at the man, wondering how Y/N had managed an entire evening without bludgeoning him with a dinner plate.

“Right, yeah, I know her,” McCoy said, not quite ready to lay all his cards on the table.

“Great!” Miles exclaimed, “So you can help,” He added, seeming grateful already. Miles gripped the arms of his chair, as he awaited McCoy’s next words.

“Hold your horses, kid. I didn’t say I would help. I said I knew her,” McCoy said, feeling inexplicably smug as he saw the boy visibly deflate with his words.

“Oh,” Miles breathed, he very nearly looked like he was still trying to process this. “Erm, why though?” Miles asked, a look of hope in his eyes, like he thought McCoy might change his mind.

“Because you’re supposed to get to know people for yourself, simple as that,” McCoy told him, seeming to think that it really was ‘simple as that’.

“Er, yeah, I guess,” Miles agreed halfheartedly, getting up to leave. “Thanks anyway,” He said as he walked out and closed the door behind him once more. Some nerve, McCoy thought to himself, thinking angrily back on the way Miles had asked such a question, as though he were entitled to that information, not that Leonard knew a lot of it anyway.

Later in the day Y/N went down to the mess deck for dinner, feeling very accomplished after having finished her job from yesterday and a few still unassigned duties for the sector and checked them off. 

In the mess deckY/N did her best to go unnoticed so she could just slip back to her quarters with her food.

Much to her misfortune, she had no such luck, “Oh, hi Y/N!” Miles called as he caught up to her.

Y/N sighed softly, considering just pretending she hadn’t heard him, ultimately she turned around and smiled. “Hi!” she greeted him, hoping to any higher being listening that he would be brief and be quick to leave her be.

“Can I eat with you?” Miles asked, that small glimmer of boyish naivety shining through his features. 

At his request she began to panic, “Er, well I was going to eat alone, I just don’t feel so well,” Y/N scrambled for an excuse, any excuse really.

“Oh well, maybe I could make you something for your illness,” He offered sweetly. At this proposition Y/N’s eyes fought not to widen too noticeably.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything,” Y/N tried to convince him not to.

“No, I’d love to,” Miles countered with a small chuckle.

“But I wouldn’t want to make you work outside of your shift,” Y/N attempted to claw herself out of this mess.

“It’s really not a-” Miles was cut off as a hand landed on Y/N’s shoulder.

She tilted her head to the before turning her head to see who it could be behind her. Though she was secretly grateful for anyone who would interrupt this interaction.

Later that evening, Leonard sat across from Spock and Kirk as they all tucked into their respective meals in relative quiet. Clearly the day had been exhausting. though boring, for all of them.

Leonard raised a brow as he caught a familiar voice cut through the chatter of the mess deck.

“I was going to eat alone, I just don’t feel so well,” He heard Y/N’s voice, sounding a bit uncomfortable. “Maybe I’ll make you-” Leonard didn’t listen for the rest, he was familiar with that voice too, and for some reason had been itching for a reason to show him up since their earlier meeting.

McCoy stood from the table, ignoring the questions from Kirk and inquiring glances of Spock. He pushed his way through the crowd until he came up just behind Y/N.

Laying a hand on her shoulder, he glared quite menacingly at Miles.

“It not a-” Miles stuttered to a halt as his eyes met Leonard’s. Y/N turned her head as far as she could to look back at him. The look in her eyes telling him that wasn’t a moment too soon, for that matter that he really could have been there sooner.

“Hiya, Honey, I was just missin’ ya, you were s’posed to be here a while ago,” Leonard said, looking kindly down to Y/N, then quickly shooting another glare to Miles, “Miles here in’ botherin’ you is ‘e?” His southern accent really kicking in with the severe disdain for the man before him, as he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled Y/N closer to him .

“Oh no, Len, I’m sorry I was just running a little late and then I ran into him, and he was just kindly offering to help, but uh,” Y/N trailed off, no longer sure what to say as her thoughts wandered down to the arm securely wrapped around her.

“Well that’s alright then,” Leonard said, trying to calm himself, refusing to look at Miles again. “Ready for dinner then?” Leonard asked, already beginning to pull you away.

“Y-yeah,” She agreed, turning in his hold and walking away with him. “Thank you,” She whispered as she leaned into him.

“Not a problem, darlin’,” He whispered back, giving her side a squeeze.

😉

whatever that one is where it’s like “aaalllll by myself” seriously if anyone knows it please help me

AND IIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

Daring to Grow Up

Chapter 1: Barefoot in the Woods

⚠️: chase scene

word count: 1004

summary: Grown ups don’t get to stay lost boys, Peter won’t let them. So what happens when one grows up, but refuses to leave Neverland and won’t be killed for it?

Honey was running through the woods barefoot… again. Not that it was terribly uncomfortable, just that it left her with no place to keep her knife. There were very few things that she missed about living back in the city, so few in fact, that she often forgot there were any. At the present though she missed the density and utilitarianism of the clothing, as her current white slip dress left her without a place to conceal anything really.

Honey internally scorned herself for being so clumsy as she ran, lack of shoes equating to a lack of grace. It’s not at all like she was expecting trouble and this wouldn’t have happened if the island didn’t have a terribly nasty habit of twisting everything around for its own amusement. The normally quite familiar forest seemed to close in on Honey as she ran.

The island had jumbled up in such a way as to lead Honey directly to Hook, Smee, and Starkey. All she wanted to do was find the bow that Slightly had lost in the last round of hunting, but of course the island couldn’t just let her have this.

Honey looked behind her a moment to see Smee and Starkey gaining ground on her. ‘Must be the island playing favourites’ she thought, for she had seen Smee run and he was a rather out of shape kind of a fellow. At this moment Honey realised she hadn’t seen Hook behind her, not that she was really in a position to consider this fact for very long as she couldn’t just continue to run while looking back forever.

Looking ahead of her again, her green eyes flitted from branch to branch, only to find that the trees were quickly falling behind her. As she strained to see just a bit further into the distance, the cliff’s edge seemed to be looming both uncommonly and uncomfortably near.

Honey’s heart raced and seemed to have migrated from her chest to her ears as it was very nearly the only sound she could hear anymore. As her breathing began to come in shorter breaths, she had the impending feeling of being prey, not that Honey took time to dwell on this fleetingly brief thought as more adrenaline shot through her system.

As Honey drew nearer the edge she was left with no real choice but to halt all movement just a step shy of what must have been a 40 foot drop into the lagoon. Taking one last look into the water, Honey turned to face the pirates once more.

“We ‘ave ‘er now!” Came Smee’s Irish accent, echoing slightly for the openness of the space, and quite laboured for the exercise of the chase despite clearly having had the island’s favour for the time being.

Hook caught up to his lackeys with surprising ease and nonchalance for someone who had supposedly just run the same distance as the rest of them, in his usual overly polished high heeled shoes no less. 

“Ah, good to see you again. Honey, was it?” Hook rolled the name off his tongue as though it were a coat he was trying on for the first time, and one that fit quite too tightly in the shoulders at that. Despite the oddity of her own name in his mouth, the countenance of his greeting was every inch, that of a gentleman. 

Honey had to suppress a shudder at the way her name came out, feeling the fire run on high through her veins as the warped sound of her name in Hook’s voice rang in her ears again. She wanted to be able to scrub her mind clean of the sound and forget it forever if she could. A bitter taste rose in her throat at the thought of having to remember it.

“Would have been so much nicer if this meeting could have been an email though, don’t you think?” Honey taunted before letting out a  blood curdling, deranged kind of a cackle, the kind that sent a shiver up even her spine when it hit her ears. Taking one more step back, she stepped over the ledge and continued laughing, the sound was an assault on the air of sorts as it rose in pitch.

As Honey fell, she mourned the fact that her line had been entirely lost here, while simultaneously regretting how lamely the line must have come off for its nonsensicality. She was left only a moment now to consider the consequences of her previous actions.

She hit the icy water with a splash that could be heard from above and a stinging sensation began to buzz over her skin. More pressingly to Honey, the impact had pushed all the air from her lungs and she could feel the chill rapidly seeping into her bones.

Just as Honey had begun to struggle towards where she was certain the shore was, a hand grasped her ankle. Honey screamed a watery sound that did her no service as it would never make it to be more than a gurgling in her own ears.

Back atop the cliff, Smee looked over the ledge just as bubbles began to rise through the surface of the water. “Oh dear me,” Smee muttered to himself solemnly, he took his hat from his head, clutching it to his chest as he continued to stare down into the water. Smee had a sort of guilt washing over him as he wished that the girl would resurface and swim away.

“Put your cap back on!” Hook hissed as he cuffed Smee solidly on the ear. Hook smoothed his coat and straightened his posture, seeming to simmer down in the act before turning away.

“Aye aye, Cap’n,” Smee said as he rushed to put his cap back on his head crookedly. Hook sighes and without another word he begins the long trek back to the Jolly Roger, Smee and Starkey following just behind him, something reminiscent of two dogs loyally following their master home.