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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont
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just-some-moss-and-bones · 53 minutes
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made the orb part of @wizardsisananimal 's wizard maze <|:.)
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just-some-moss-and-bones · 55 minutes
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absolutely enamoured with bbc ghosts. 60yr old Edwardian woman in a consensual relationship with the headless body of a Tudor??? Get it guys. Local caveman and slutty tory mp play chess on weekends????? Work. Pining gay ww2 captain and 60s Boy Scouts leader hang out with neurodivergent Georgian lesbian and play hide n seek???? I love your silly family. Regency poet (bad) trying to do keepy uppies with the severed head of Tudor nobleman?????? Sure. I really don’t know how much I can say I love this show
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Reblog if you're shorter than 5'8.
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He’s so me I swear.
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I love how Robin manages to be the wisest in the group but also the most gullible.
He's a science geek but also a flat-earther who believes in astrology and that the moon landings were faked.
Who is Kylie Minogue? He's not sure but if Julian thinks she's an imposter than she must be!
He's 99.9% sure ghosts can't get pregnant - based on personal experience - but he's ready to hear Kitty out and also take care of her on the off chance she is. For all we know he still believes she's permanently pregnant.
Whenever he gets a new piece of information he's like:
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spot the difference
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at least she was nice the rest of the time 🥰
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Centuripe, province in Enna, Sicily, Italy
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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)
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the bench
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I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️
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Magical orb that puts a crime count on everyone's head (while Arthur is king), counting the crimes based on the established laws. (Crime count in brackets)
Gwaine (127): this is an outrage
Arthur(3): I am as distraught as you
Gwaine (127): no, no. You don't get to say that! I've worked my whole life on this crime count and I've got less than THEM?
Merlin (847): *crosses arms* protecting Arthur comes with a cost. What I don't get.... Is THIS!!!!
Lancelot (1084): I can explain
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a wip
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