#EATING THE GLASS

[achillesunly]

Just when you think it cannot get better

Episode four my beloved, episode five!! My ultimate beloved! WHAT ABOUT EPISODE SIX MY FIRST BORN CHILD, THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE MY WHORE MY KILLER MY MAKER MY GRAVEYARD MY SEA MY CLAY

I'm sHAKING HOW COULD I EVER SLEEP HOW COULD I EVER WAIT

IT HAS BEEN

SO LONG

SINCE A SHOW HAS BEEN THIS GOOD

EVERY LAW EVER WRITTEN ABOUT TIME MAKES MORE AND LESS SENSE THAN WHEN IM WAITING ON A SUNDAY NIGHT FOR THE NEXT SUNDAY NIGHT , THREE LIFETIMES AWAY, THREE SHORES THREE FULL MOONS, SEVEN FUCKING DAYS AND I ASK YOU WHAT IS A DAY IF NOT AN ETERNITY PASSING THROUGH

I CANNOT ENDURE

GOD THIS MAKES IT ALL SO MUCH BETTER AND SO MUCH WORSE JAJAHZBZEHHEHE

MY DARLING BABY LESTAT MY BITCH MY SELF MY SKY MY FUCKING DEVIL OH GOODODOODOD WELCOME BACK DARLING

LOUIS ABOUT TO HAVE HIS FUCKING WORLD R O C K E D

ARMAND PAHAHAHAHA HONEY YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMIN I LOVE YA

CLAUDIA MY LOVE MY BUTCHER MY ANGEL MY TORNADO I WILL SKIN MYSLEF ALIVE FOR YA

MADELEINE SO LONG BABY I LOVED YOU YOU'RE GON GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE LIKE A REAL ROMANTIC LOVER

MY DARLING SWEETS

SANTIAGO SANTIAGOOOOOOO YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD

I HOPE HE FUCKED LESTAT THOSE TWO HAVE SOMETHING

KSKSHSHZJSH THIS IS FUCKING INSANE

I HOPE PRODUCTION SEES WHAT THEY DO TO ME TO THE WHOLE FANDOM

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

[lotus-pear]

top 10 moments before disaster (dazai is about to step on his toes)

[drawerbread]

it’s in the small gestures (keeping her things like a lover)

[bleeding-seraphic]

something came over me and I had to see it through

[almostsweetangel]

rewatched goncharov last night and im down on my knees foaming at the mouth bc in the market sofia said 'all memory is treachery' and the last thing katya says to her is 'i wonder how you will remember me'

[deadsetobsessions]

Writing Prompt… kind of? Definitely write more if you want but this was a cute little “fic starter” that popped into my mind.

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Danny didn’t know the first thing about art. This is an important fact.

“Sam, why am I even here?”

“Suck it up, Casper.”

“The show or the school?” Danny privately thought Casper the Friendly Ghost was the best thing to have come around. It did wonders for improving relations between Amity and inhabitants of the Zone.

Sam smacked him on the arm. “You know which one. You’re just here to be the normie judge. You don’t need to know anything about art.”

“Everyone here is like an art acolyte or something, Sam! I’m an engineering newb in a room full of people with art PhDs!”

Sam rolled her eyes and checked her manicures. “If you call Fenton Works newb level, then the rest of the world would be Neanderthals. Seriously that’s why you’re here. The art’s gotta appeal to the untrained eyes too. I trust your judgement.”

Danny gave in. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot.” He followed after Sam but after a moment, he whined, “But couldn’t you have taken Tucker? Dude’s got four untrained eyes!”

“He’s busy with his internship. And you were already in Gotham.”

They reach the exhibition, Sam and Danny being welcomed in. Sam’s parents, while not the richest of the rich, were known art connoisseurs and respected people in the communities that dotted around the world. On top of being the descendants of the man that invented the deli toothpick cellophane twirling device, that is. Sam was standing in their place today- begrudgingly- because they’d promised to pay for an entire month of Gotham architecture tours and a trip to Japan. After all, Sam had much of their knowledge too. If anyone could say anything about the Masons, it was that they were passionate in their chosen field. L

“The contestants are in the room next door. The judge panel is beginning.” The person at the door informed them. He gave them a slip of paper and a pen to mark their choices in each field. Danny breathed a sigh of relief and began wandering around.

After he wandered between the oil paintings- “oo, this one. Reason why… the vibes are nostalgic. I like it.”- and the various depictions of a specific ship, Danny was pulled to a stop by his core reaching out. He looked up and what he saw took his breath away.

It was just a photo.

But it felt like he was there, on that rooftop, crouched among the shadows and watching the early rays of muffled light hit the tops of his city. His core thrummed. It felt like protection. It felt like he was being fulfilled, like Danny was once more becoming Phantom and that he was watching over this city he’s beginning to understand.

Danny, almost fevered, scribbled down the name [A Robin’s Nest- by Tim Drake] as his number one choice to win the contest over all. And, at least, to win the first in the photography division.

——

“Oh, Ancients, are you okay?”

Danny had wandered around in the interim as the votes were tallied. He hadn’t been paying attention when he smacked into a little kid that could have been his little brother.

“Uhm. I’m good.”

Danny helped the kid up. “I’m Danny. I’m sorry I smacked into you. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah. I’m Timothy Drake. I’m good.”

Danny’s smile widened in shock. “Like the photographer? Oh, wow! I really loved that photo! It was amazing! It felt like I was up there with the vigilantes!”

As he spoke, Danny glanced around for the kid’s designated adults. Hm. That’s odd. Everyone and their parental figure was accounted for.

“Oh.” Timothy flushed. “Thanks! I hoped the judges liked it too.”

Danny smiled, a small secretive thing. “Oh, I’m sure they will. Will you tell me more about your photography?”

“Oh, if you want!”

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

biting is a love language biting is a love language Biting Is A Love Language-

[sems-diarie]

death is insane. wdym i’ll never see my grandmother again

[anachronistic-falsehood]

qpac is so "who am i without you" and qmike is so "yourself" does this make sense to anyone else or am i clinically insane

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic april 25, headlights, 217 words, nsfw

“Ow,” James whines.

“Stop being a baby,” Regulus teases, continuing to try to untangle James’ glasses from his hair, which has worked itself into a knot around one of the nose pads.

James sighs, stepping closer into the gap between Regulus’ legs where he’s sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, hands settling on Regulus’ hips. He presses a kiss to James’ forehead before continuing, humming under his breath.

“What are you doing?”

Regulus looks up over James’ shoulder to find Sirius leant against the bathroom door, smirk on his lips.

“James’ glasses are tangled in his hair.”

“How the hell did you manage that, mate?” Sirius says with a laugh, and James’ head immediately snaps up and meets Regulus’ eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

He can feel the heat in cheeks but struggles to hold back his smile as he thinks back to the sight of James between his thighs, glasses pushed up onto his head as he licked through his folds. So maybe Regulus had something to do with this predicament they’re in now, with the way his hands grasped desperately at James’ hair as he fell over the edge.

His face must give something away because Regulus is brought back to reality by Sirius groaning, “Oh god, please forget I asked.”

[mothfrogshroom]

Something something… Harrow has held on so tight to Gideon for their entire lives …. Something something.. Gideon has been running away her whole life… Gideon is always leaving and Harrow can never quite bear to let her go… something something.. the one time Harrow decides to leave instead, and Gideon turns around and expects to see Harrow there, holding on just like always, but she’s gone and Gideon is alone. She finally ran somewhere where Harrow would not, could not catch her.

What if Orpheus looked back and Eurydice wasn’t there?

[doctorsiren]

Part 1

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[laurrelise]

one of my favorite parts about that scene in season 3 episode 7 of the umbrella academy is right after the umbrellas and sparrows “contained” the keugelblitz and celebrate by opening several bottles of alcohol and partying, because in every single shot ben is in, he’s either trying to get himself or five as wasted as possible

[deep-space-lines]

in case anyone was wondering where I disappeared to for the past few days, i've been going insane again. fun fact staring at stained glass windows for hours on end will not turn you catholic (source: i stared at so many stained glass windows to make this bc i really wanted to go for a realistic church window sort of vibe)

tumblr is a coward and won't let me upload the full size images so you can look at them and zoom in to your heart's content (please look at them. please) [1] [2]

Prints of this are available on my Society6 (both versions cuz I'm indecisive) (it may take a little while for them to actually appear on the site)

Details:

Timelapse under the cut!

my favorite part of this is when I'm trying to get the pose down and I keep flipping the canvas and it looks like they're doing a silly little dance :)

[screams-of-the-damned84]

old doodle from my files that feels oddly relevant somehow