#Hatta

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Impossibilities

Heartless, Cath and Alice, post-book by however long until Alice is in Wonderland. She's acting as a maid for some reason... Idk either. It's Cath reminiscing about Jest.

"It is impossible." Alice whispered, the delicate flower crumpled in her palm and she reeled back as the heavy stench of blood hit her... Right into the Queen's skirt.

"Your-" Alice tried for a curtsy. "Your Majesty, I'm afraid-"

The Queen waved her hand impatiently. "I am in no mood to hear your pitiful try of an excuse just..." She trailed off, deflating. The Queen gazed at the flowers with an expression Alice may have mistaken for mourning if she hadn't known the woman in question. "Just... Bring the tea, dear." She said at last.

Alice nodded and hurried off, far too quick to be proper but the thought scarcely crossed the young girl's mind. "And-" The Queen's voice hasn't regained it's regal quality just yet. "I once knew a man who spoke of impossibility as a challenge to be conquered." She laughed, a brittle sound. Such was unknown to Alice. Something in the Queen's voice changed when she spoke again. There was, if Alice wasn't mistaken, hope laced in with the stubborn bitterness years on the throne had left her with. "Impossibility was his speciality."

Alice froze in the doorway. "He sounds spectacular."

The Queen briefly touched her fingers to her lips, smiling fondly. Alice caught the moment in the vanity's reflection, but suspected it was not for her eyes to witness.

"He was." The Queen whispered. "Dear Hearts, he was."

[sweatermuu-lava]

Wonderburger of my updated, personal mad trio designs

I always got the impression that in the original book, all of Haigha's interactions are an extension of Hatta's comments, as if Haigha was following after him. So, what if Hare stole Hatter's place in American McGee's? Why not, yesyes

[therealkaidertrash21]

*talking about the main tlc girls with my mum*

my mum: oh, and which one was the one that bled rubies?

me: what...? *realization moment* mum, you are talking about Ruby from Renegades.

*we continue talking about tlc*

my mum: and who was the one that went crazy? the one with the hat?

me: what? *does she mean Erland* *another realization moment* MUM THAT'S HATTA FROM HEARTLESS

[bakrishna]

[dumbfxck00]

hey guys, i just made a wattpad story for my little oneshots and fandom stuff, it's called "dummy's little multi-fandom oneshots 🤷🤷", and it's brand new so there's nothing on it yet, but feel free to check it out if you want to! there's plenty of fandoms and characters that i'm gonna write for, and i'm totally chill with recommendations and suggestions! enjoy your day!

https://www.wattpad.com/user/dumbfxxk00 ⬅️ link ^^

[stillunusual]

Yasser Hirbawi opened his Hebron factory in 1961, soon building a thriving business which by the early 1990s employed 25 workers who operated 15 machines that produced 150,000 kufiyas annually.

However, subsequent mass production of cheap imitations made in China combined with hindrances to production and trade caused by the Israeli occupation have threatened to destroy Hirbawi's business.

If you want to show your support for Palestine by wearing a kufiya, please consider purchasing one from Hirbawi.

[the-boy-who-drank-the-stars]

Heartless by Marissa Meyer took my heart, tore it apart, then mended it, then shattered it completely.

[arcanumofthestars]

I just finished heartless by Marissa Meyer.

I just wanna say that I rooted for Hatta and Raven instead of Cath and Jest.

That's all.

[writingthroughthenight]

twitter tweety twats #37 - Shatter Me / Heartless

[monarchv0id]

“One to be a murderer, the other one to be martyred, one to be a monarch, the other to go mad”

[lasfrases-de-tessa]

"Why is a raven like a writings desk?"

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Happy Ending?

Cath, post-ending, fluff

Catherine called for a carriage immediately.

Two months had passed since Peter Peter's execution. Two months, slow as syrup making it's way down a mountain.

"My darling!" The king squealed, for a moment Cath feared he meant to grab hold of her skirt. Afterall, his small size gave him every opportunity to do so. He didn't, for that would be improper. Instead he simply stood, red-faced and looked up at her. "Where are you off to?" He asked, forcing a jovial tone to go along with his beetroot face.

Cath met his gaze. Surprisingly, the king didn't flinch away. "Home." She said.

Catherine called for a carriage immediately.

A carriage that would take her to Rock Turtle Manor.

A carriage that would take her to the closest thing she had left to home. The bedroom where he'd whisked her away, the tree he climbed, the sea cave where he'd told her such wonderful things...

I can't stop thinking about you either, Lady Pinkerton.

Catherine felt herself smile for the first time in months.

She stopped short, mere steps from the carriage.

A smile wasn't possible. She was without a heart. Without emotion, or feeling.

The sister's had taken her heart in exchange for Peter's head. All Cath could possibly feel was rage.

She pondered this for a moment, her minding wandering back to Jest and their final moments together... And then it was clear.

The sisters had her heart.

But she had Jest's.

Jest had offered her his heart, and she accepted.

In the same way Cath had given her own to him. But now he was gone and her heart belonged to the sisters.

Perhaps she had given away something that wasn't hers to give.

Cath closed her eyes as tears welled up behind them.

Catherine fisted her skirt and climbed, unladylike, into the carriage. Jest gave her this chance, and she wasn't going to let it slip away.

[sweatermuu-lava]

Wanted to draw the designs for the mad trio made by @mercurys-hatta 🥺💜 (even though he hasn't properly posted them yet)

[cristalbeesnow]

[follyy]

Can anyone recommend shops to buy keffiyeh from? I would like my purchase to go toward supporting Palestinian causes or artists. Please and thank you.

[oryx95]