#amber rambles

[macabremoonlight]

"dial drunk" by noah kahan more like how can i make this about steddie

[aroacespacerock]

“we need more characters with feminine rage!!” Yall can’t even handle Chappell Roan.

[youareunbearable]

Tried to explain my love for Maedhros to my dnd group and they just didn't get it :/ its pretty clear that he is a Poor Little Meow Meow

[myoldiaries]

Lorde’s Instagram story on the sixth anniversary of Melodrama

[deltamb3r]

Love both of them whenever they're in official art. I wanna see all Bishops in official art :>

Also now I headcanon Leshy as a hopeless romantic >w<

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I know some people feel like Bucky would be lost with today's technology (which hey, thats your truth babes and thats how your bucky is for you. As it should be) but I feel like he would pick up on it asap cause our boy is a nerd.

Like look at how fascinated he gets in all the movies at the technology and mechanics of stuff.

You can't tell me that his fascination and just his overall brilliance doesn't make him a curious man. He is more then a fighter.

This man here never would have been a killer if he didnt go to war. I just don't see it in him.

[sc0tters]

I feel compelled to share the gems of Pinterest

[raspberry-gloaming]

You know how in Gallifrey, when Brax shows up in a deus ex machina way, its multiple times been a "There's an old legend or story that I learnt when I was a kid... what if it was true?"

And I've seen a couple headcanons around that headcanon him as a bit of a mythology nerd, or just a kid who liked stories because of this, he's always the one that brings up this possibility.

And! I remembered the episode "It takes you away" from series 11 of Doctor Who, in which when Thirteen is telling Yaz about the Solitract:

Doctor: "Its a... theory, a myth, a bedtime story my gran used to tell me." Yaz: "You had a grandmother?" Doctor: "I had seven, but Granny Five - my favourite - used to tell me about the Solitract.

And of course, with Brax being who he is - headcanon that it was Granny Five who told him all the stories. Perhaps he was particularly close to her idk.

[amberheavendremurr]

Happy birthday to me ig-

it’s the 11th and turned 20 and feeling my bones disintegrating 😔

[amber-acrylic]

if we're mutuals/if I follow you and spam you with notes PLEASE (please) let me know if it bothers you 😭 bc I like u and ur blog very much and the Absolute Last Thing i want is to annoy the people I admire

[hvstias]

making sova bffs with dangerous angsty queer coded women is my passion

[aroacespacerock]

soooo I see why people are shipping the old man and the triangle now

[youareunbearable]

Tonight is a great night to think fondly on Haleth and Caranthir. I think they would make such a funny couple.

Imagine??? The Big Tall Broody Scowling Kinslayer Who Is Also The One Reason The Economy Is Functioning At All Between The Different Races/Elvish Factions Who Probably Is Dying To Tell King Thingol/His Cousins To Fuck Off At Any Given Moment and hes looming over this short human lady??

This short human lady that Can, Will, and Already Has told him to pull the stick out of his ass and bullies him into doing normal townsfolk chores??? Lord Carathir, Master Economist and a Weaver with the skill to rival his grandmother, sitting there and darning socks cause his tiny mortal wife told him too. His reward will be a kiss on the cheek but she'll scold him while he does it because he said a mean thing about his Cousin Finrod in his last letter to her while he KNEW Finrod was visiting her.

Only three things in the world keep Caranthir in check: His Eldest Brother, The Lord Himring, The Current Head of the Feanorian Faction of Noldor, and Former High King; the idea that if he didn't complete his brothers' tax paperwork and run the Trade Routes then the Nolofinweans and Arafinweans would become more economincally important And We Cant Have That; and his 4'11 wife he met bloodied and wrathful on a battlefield screaming at an orc over the corpse of her brother-- it was love at first sight

[myoldiaries]

girls might not say it but they deserve tickets to live music

[deltamb3r]

I blame hearing too much of Let the world burn by Chris Grey but I need to put this on paper before I forget plus I wanna ramble about it.

An AU where during the events of the game Narinder starts to genuinely have feelings for the Lamb, reciprocated, and starts thinking of them as more than a vessel and being together after his liberation.

Until Lamb's journey comes to an end and in order to give his powers back, he reluctantly needs to kill them, telling himself he will have the power to resurrect them later. Lamb would do anything for their lord and accepd being sacrificed.

However, when Narinders gets his freedom and crown back, he discovers to his horror that he cannot bring the Lamb back to life, no matter what he does, it comes out it is impossible to do so.

Upon this realization, Narinder goes insane and burns all the Lands to the ground, so that he's the only "living" thing around. No more cult to sustain himself, hence no more faith to fuel him nor his powers.

He lets loneliness eat himself away as he embraces his new prison in the land of the living.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

What am I daydreaming about this evening?

Curtis being a stalker.

Catches sight of you on the street and he just can't resist.

So it becomes a game, your stalker turning every little dark fantasy you've had into a reality without you admitting any of it.

And of course you try to fight it, you shouldn't want this...

But you do and when hes coming out of the shadows with a knowing dark look on his face, backing you against the wall. How someone this big could just hide in your bedrooms shadows makes your heart race. A scream, yell, insult is on the tip of your tongue, but the cry of alarm dies with the sharp predator gaze, like he was about to eat you alive and god how you wanted him too. Your breathing rushed between defiance and arousal and he laughs at your predictiment, his oversized hand wrapping around your throat and pulling you up against him, a startled gasp escaping.

"Coo again Dove, I love to hear you sing."