it’s pretty important to find your drift partner, don’t get me wrong. but it’s also really really important to find your control room team— y’know, that group of people that you love and trust and despite (or because of) not being able to actually read your mind, still watch your back all the time and aren’t afraid to override the controls and manually shut your shit down to save your fucking lives.
remember those people too.
if you’re having a bad day just remember 5 drunk french students abducted a llama and took it on a tram ride
*adds to bucket list*the french know how to party
while of course correlation does not indicate causation, notice how the complete absence of the love triangle coincides with a really rather good episode
I think she tries. Finds a little house to rent, takes in laundry because her hands are already rough, and the smell of lye reminds her of that tall governor’s house, where clothes came white and the silver gleamed. Sometimes she imagines what her father would say, if he could see how far his pirate king laundress of a daughter had fallen, and laughs.
The townsfolk say she spends too much time walking the shore, too much time staring out at the sea. Even for a sailor’s wife, they say.
Yes, Elizabeth Turner agrees. But she is trying.
I think that when she pieces together that she’s pregnant, she stops trying. I think she goes down to that cove where she kissed Will goodbye and fills a small jar with sand and dirt. I think she uses the sharp edge of a cockle to cut her finger open, the left one where her wedding ring goes, and bleeds herself from the heart. I think that she seals her jar with wax, kisses the lip. Makes herself a promise.
I think the next day, Elizabeth Turner is on a ship, where no one questions the urge to stare at the horizon. I think a week after that, Elizabeth Turner leads a mutiny and readjusts their course, due Shipwreck Island. (Well—with detours. Elizabeth has always wanted to see the Spanish Armada.)
(…on their knees.)
I have been giggling about this twitter exchange for at least an hour now
And now I’m going to giggle about it for the rest of the day.
i checked, this actually happened, this is a beautiful world
While it still is oatmeal colored and oatmeal textured, it smells… really really bad. It’s starting to develop a personality. Food doesn’t usually do that. Ew.
==> Eat it.
Where did that idea even come from no that is the dumbest thing you have thought of all morning why would you even consider it.
==> Eat it.
==> EAT IT
You take the OATMEAL and scoop it into the trash, and then leave the pyrex in the sink to soak.
==> You’re no fun at all.
==> Do the rest of your dishes while you’re at it.
Sure. Why not.
==> Your ROOMMATE is awake
You guess you’ll start laundry and clean too.
After blowing off most of last night for a FIREFLY MARATHON, SLEEPING IN, and going to a LEISURELY LATE BRUNCH, you really should do THINGS. Study KOREAN, for example.
==> Open MEMRISE
You open MEMRISE and get down to going over the vocab for your KOREAN FINAL on TUESDAY.
==> Wonder when your ROOMMATE is going to wake up so you can do laundry and clean
Oh yeah, the state of your ROOM has also been stressing you out pretty badly. You should see to that. Your ROOMMATE is still sleeping though.
==> KOREAN. Study it.
==> Remember the OATMEAL that’s been in your MICROWAVE for two days
love is a weird thing like
you just pick a human and you’re like yes i like this one i’ll let this one ruin my life forever
I love the opening theme for Elementary so I tracked down the extended version.
‘get back in the kitchen’
be sexist and send me back to a room full of sharp things, poisons, cleaning agents and food I can hide all that shit in
I’ll go back in the kitchen
but you’re leaving the house in a bodybag
And the award for best response to “get back in the kitchen” goes to this post.