#Dramatic

[sarathrwizard]

Surprise! <3

I was going to draw another part to a comic yesterday... But I got caught up drawing this guy!

~~Virus Killer~~

Male:

20 years old:

Loner...

Super EMOOO!

Good at fighting, Obviously.

No one has ever seen his face... and lived.

Probably over powered...

I hope you like it! Lord bless you!

[belzenefff]

Just saw this pose and thought of Kuya…. That’s all.

[howifeltabouthim]

'She loves him, she's married to him, Tallis is her fate.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[aka-nyontaros]

[burningvelvet]

a twitter thread that actually killed me

[orofeaiel]

“I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been"

― J.R.R. Tolkien

[confiturederoses]

Maison Margiela Artisanal 2024 by John Galliano

— a theatrical fashion show

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Ryan Reynolds was on the run from an insanely large alien bug that kept eating him alive. Every time he was eaten whole, he would come back but one less person remembered him and anything he did.

I got excited after seeing him on the street, and he realized I was one of the last to remember him. I had to help him lure the bug under the ocean or to top of a mountain in order to make it more vulnerable so he wouldn't have to find out what happened if he was eaten two more times.

I failed and watched myself forget him and the information about the bug, because he told me about everything before.

I tried to help when I noticed a monster was chasing a dude, but I was slow and dumb.

He didn't make it back after he was eaten again.

[babyanimalgifs]

This dramatic birb 

(Source)

[svndvn]

sunset are one of my many passions 

[miamaimania]

In Anticipation: A Moment of Suspense by Michele Bressan

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[realspacejunk]

Rescue in the Sky

A long time ago, since the rivers were young and the lands unnamed, when the races were still few and the world untouched by evil, the race of the Lati carried song and message between the great temples of the gods and their servants. For many ages, their deeds were worthy of many tellings and songs, for their minds were sharp, and their wings were swift. In the air, no being could outpace them. And wherever they flew, they wore armour made in the forges of Heatran, and soaring over the clouds of the heavens, they shone in the light of the sun like a day star.

But like most things from the time of old, they have now mostly passed into legend. Their ruin was one of the first tragedies of the Oath Breaking, and few remain after the world was cast into ruin and remade. No longer do the Lati travel the skies and bring tidings from the far corners of the world, and only once in many years are mortals of great fate blessed with their presence, and their songs only bring grief and the sense of memories lost.

Grim seems the fate of the Lati. Yet it was said in the last revelation of the Xatu Seers, which was told before the arrival of the Exiles of Man, that the race of the sky has been healing and waiting for the turning of the world, and that a day will come when the Great Sages return and call upon them, and the holy messengers will once more decent to the Earth, and with their aid the great pillars of evil shall be broken, and the race of Man will renew their oaths, and the world will be mended.

[pangeen]

" Reykjanes " // © Hjörtur Leví

[aka-nyontaros]