#No going back

[bubbl3zdaseaotter37]

Sure, George is the third wheel.

If by third wheel you mean the front wheel of a tricycle friendship, which falls apart immediately if you remove even one of said wheels, and the little toddler riding it ends up with a face-full of pavement and disappointment. The whole of 35 Portland Row would probably be reduced to ashes without him, at this point.

[ravensinyouryard]

finished season 2 of the walking dead i feel so empty what the FUCK was THAT ENDING????? anyway i have a strong love hate relationship with kenny (i shot him) so to commemorate that relationship i drew this. my fav frame from the second season i think. 💗 rip kenny you wouldve loved river monsters

[xx-sketchy-xx]

I couldn’t say Turing blue.. it sounds bad lol

As a teenager he lived a simple life in the city, until he turned 15. Of course this is when his hair turned from black to blue, and he’d transform into a giant ravaging panda. His panda is unique, changing size based on ferocity of his emotion at the time. (I actually got this from what Turning Red originally planned on doing)

Wally had little to no control over his panda, and immediately did the ritual to hide away his panda when a full lunar eclipse arised. His panda is hidden in his two crosses, which he puts on his sleeves. Wally was still afraid of the chaos and harm he caused as a panda, and ran away, vowing to always keep his emotion in check.

which leads us to our little neighborhood, and Wally has made lots of friends! He is known for being monotonous, though he’s actually quite emotional, he’s just very good at keeping his emotion under raps. That is, until he brakes his crosses and his hair turns blue-

[howifeltabouthim]

'Tell them what? No, no, it's already too late for telling, things have gone too far.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[vesteneris]

not gonna lie, the cast of @kald-dal-art fanfiction about the first Quartel Quell is just really good

[louuthesunflower]

Z4 is coming bitches

[fuzzyghost]

[inonibird]

“So it wasn’t enough for them, to doom my people, to leave us broken, starving, dying? They had to come back for me—the Martyr—my Izvoshra—they had to finish me off, like this?!” A snarl escaped his chest, the ventilator working doubly hard to match his heaving breaths. “Well, I am not finished yet! They should have killed me themselves, face to face—the cowards—Jedi scum! I—I-I—they…” He broke off, wheezing, then began coughing furiously. His arm flinched in the direction of his face in a vain attempt to cover a mouth that was no longer whole or functional with a hand that wasn’t there. The coughs transformed into wracking, electronically distorted sobs, the anger to misery. “They—they took everything from me.”

San Hill’s smile faded, not out of sympathy, though perhaps there was a shred of pity buried in his rotten core. He gave Qymaen a minute to himself, who seemed to have forgotten the Muun was even there. When he did speak again, it was with gentle, silky menace, as he placed his hand on the outside of the bacta tank. “Grievous, my dear, old friend. You said it yourself a moment ago: you are not finished. You survived.”

“What sort of life is this?” demanded Qymaen, wretched. “I am useless to my people. I—I can’t return to them. I can’t fight. If I can’t fight, I-I am...nothing.”

San Hill leaned close to the transparisteel, breath pluming against its surface. “What if I told you that there was a way for you to fight again? To move. To run. To shoot. To kill.”

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Chapter 3 of Part Six - Grievous of the Sahuldeem series is up!

[nyctosaurid]

it all peaked here

[roseswithoutpetals]

hear me out.. LISTEN... HE'S SO FINE AND FOR WHAT?

[clementinesmustyhat]

i love it when jane calls kenny a crusty piece of shit in episode 5 it feels so right

[tooclosetothestaars]

Banana Fish fans unite

[im-madam-baby]

I may maintain civility with those who choose to walk away, but to return? The door remains closed. I can still be polite, but don't expect more.

[howifeltabouthim]

He'd spent an awful lot of time dwelling on the past, old hurts, old sins, but it was all in vain. There was no undoing them . . .

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[screaming--agony]

Dear Diary,

I’ve reached my limit. I never thought I would get to this point. I’m done caring.