Saw This, Immediately Thought Of This Man. He's Infested My Brain. With Cats.

Saw this, immediately thought of this man. He's infested my brain. With cats.

When I as native speaker am trying to make a comprehensive table of Czech pronouns and the verb declension is so complicated it makes me actually cry:

I'm Pro-Palestinian because I'm Jewish (Here's why)

Here are some doodles I made while I was bored (I started learning how to draw literally like a week ago please be nice 😭)

Reblog to kill it faster

[some day, after they finally return home]

It was obvious what Scar was trying to do. He’d always told Grian how he wanted to make a big show of asking him out when they were still in Boatem. He wanted to embarrass him in front of all their friends so they could giggle about it together later. He wanted flowers and fireworks and all of those cheesy things—

Instead they got breathless confessions cut off by the sound of potential danger. A brief kiss and barely enough time to process it.

But Grian wouldn’t trade any of that for the world. Maybe it wasn’t an idealistic romance, but it was the beginning of something wonderful— an anchor to something resembling home. Comfort amidst the horror. Gentleness despite all the surrounding cruelty. Love that blossomed when nothing else could.

Grian didn’t want any of that to be overwritten.

But rewriting history was not what Scar had in mind.

Instead, Scar was interested in the beginning of a whole new chapter.