guys ive fully got 10 people to watch the show this week alone. ive watched the first episode about 7 times. I've already rewatched the show 3 times over. this feels like a problem. is this a problem? do i have a problem?

"make sure none of the horses get hit in the crossfire." grey, on behalf of all horse girls everywhere, i would just like to say thank you.

There aren't terrible ideas. Just ideas done terribly.

it’s always “he’s a hit man!” and “he literally kills people for money!” and never “he’s a poet & recites poetry in old english when asked” or “he re-learns how to make a daisy crown to give his girlfriend” or “his favorite weapon is opportunity.” give the grey man his roses, he Deserves them.

madame x / lucia

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRIS @serpentarii MY LOVE <333333

i'll be popping bottles in ur honor—here's to yet another year of being graced with the presence of the bestest most awesome hottest most talented person on writeblr, MWAH !!

The he looks like an old man Christian Grey on this gif is ridiculous....

Imagine Hank Voight in a 50 shades of grey universe...

And since I mention that what about áudiobooks red by this men, his unique voice is perfect for that...

His deep, gravely voice.... OMG

The Royal Scots Greys was a cavalry regiment in the British army known for their grey horses. In WW1 they were ordered to dye their mounts dark chestnut so they would be less conspicuous and make the regiment harder to identify. While they were in reserve the horses were allowed to have their natural colour.

Scots Greys (1918) by John Singer Sargent  (1856–1925). Watercolour paint on paper. (picture source)

Studies for "Scots Greys" (1918) by John Singer Sargent  (1856–1925). Graphite on wove paper. (picture source)

Royal Scots Greys on a road in France (1914-1918) a photo from The Dutch National Archives. (picture source)

Gender is stored in Blue Sargent’s colorful hair clips

Hanging out this morning, watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy when I look up and spot a familiar face...

I read dream thieves!!! Here’s a lineup to celebrate!! (And motivate me to read bllb)

Like real people do by Hozier is about Maura & The Grey Man and about pynch and about bluesey actually

idk about anyone else, but i am all here for evers/chen sibling supremacy.

maura going to find artemus was so crazy because like. what was she eating? what did she sleep on? did she have some kind of backpacking situation going on? were the caves warm enough? what if her flashlight had died? not to mention she had a brand new boyfriend and a whole ass DAUGHTER at home. she literally just said deuces, i’m gonna go find my baby daddy. what is wrong with her

every time you went to hug her she'd try to tickle you (as far as i remember, this wasn't something she used to do when i was younger and she was all there; the tickling was like an exclusively post-dementia thing - maybe as her ability to communicate diminished, it was a way she could still tease people and goof off with them). she lost something like a hundred pounds or more in the last five or ten years of her life, just kept shrinking and shrinking. when i was little she was plump and fat and had a round, full face and round full hair and a bristly chin that there's a copy of on my own face now. she had lost many teeth even before i was born, and lost more throughout the course of my life, but it didn't diminish her tastes or love of wine and food in the slightest. she was the platonic ideal of an italian grandmother to me, big and bustling. i don't remember the smell of her perfume. her style ethos was that if you had your lipstick on, you could go out and be dressed up no matter what you were wearing or how old your clothes were. she never learned to drive (her kids periodically tried to teach her, but she always got the gas and brake mixed up). when i want to think of her now i think of her at the end of the table in my mom's house, with a loud, gap-filled laugh, telling my parents about what such-and-such a neighbor was up to while my grandfather and his bushy tobacco-y yellow beard sat next to her. i will think of the books in her back bedroom, which i sat on the floor to read every visit as a kid. i will think of the way she'd shuffle down the hallway at five in the morning in her delightful, grandma-in-a-cartoon getup - frilly nightgown, fuzzy, worn, blue robe and slippers - to start the coffee. she'd watch the morning over pappy's garden in the sunroom, and my mom would join her - insomnia, so she'd always be up whenever grandma started banging pots and pans around. i'd stay curled up in the guest bed, with the wobbly round post that could pop on and off, and read her giant sherlock holmes anthology that lived on the bookshelf in there. my mother's childhood illustrated hobbit, also on that shelf. a two-thousand-page, enormous, annotated, unabridged shakespeare that is now in my parents' house because it's too big for my own shelves. if appetite for literature can be inherited i know exactly where i got it. my god, to sit at the little glass-top table with the vinyl tablecloth at seven in the morning, all the wide windows in front of us, sun coming up. birds crossing past. balcony and morning glories. the smell of tetley tea.

has there ever been a bad trc chapter? like, seriously in trying to think of one but 😭😭 they never miss !! blue pov? slay. pov gansey? ok insomnia king !! adam? sign me up !!! ronan? go wild king !! 300 fox way women ? YES PLEASE !! hell, i even like whelk or grey man or greenmantle or pipers chapters. lmk fr.