#bloody hell this is long

[eveledoze]

Call me your nymph Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin Call me your muse A sprite or an elf you cry to, then use

let's say this is an alternate ending... drew the sketch of this art before ep7 came out and these were my ideas about possible events. previously the end of the cross was pointed, but after ep7 I drew it as flash drive according to the canon xd would like to thank the people who helped me with this art and supported me, thank you !! close-ups below

[annemarieyeretzian]

vax taking keyleth’s hand and gently saying “when I say I would not have [the raven queen] go, it does not mean that I do not want to stay. …do not mistake me. I long for our life.” 💔

[dilfluvver4eva]

please horror movie men, save me!

[msue0027]

In bbc merlin you hear all the time about the Old Religion - which implies existence of the New Religion. Only recently i worked out what it's ought to be.

It's Christianity.

[wikitpowers]

ive been seeing around folks think that the TWP will have a unhappy ending :( and that Kit and Ty won’t end game… What do you make of these predictions?

i think those predications bloody better be false!!!

I honestly think there is no way cassie would ever do this to us, kitty and tsc fans. like she would not make us wait literally years (!!!) and tease us about a ship only to make them have a love story that ends tragically or bitter sweetly. and if she did do that, then i would be so incredibly disappointed. not being funny but that ship is my life and if she ever did that i would ever ever ever get over it. but i trust cassie <3

[maingh0st]

@belabellissima's tags on this post deserve a post of their own, i—

[aigoos]

Bailkin Art by Suppie Doodles

I. Am. In. Love.

Holy kriffing Force. @suppiedoodles did this wonderful artwork of Bail and Anakin, and I cannot stop looking at this gorgeous image of the two. Holy. Effing. Cow.

I love the colours, their poses, their expression! They look so perfect for each other.

Thank you soooo much, Suppie! This came out absolutely amazing, and I am in awe with your skills. <3

[nero-neptune]

made up a group of edwardian-era hockey girls, Heavily inspired by the many wintery late 19th/early 20th century photos i processed in an archive over the summer. at some point, i decided their team would be called "the hail raisers".

[camellcat]

hey guys. whouffaldi. what the fuck

[traitorleech]

after putting off the inbetweeners movie for ages and finally watching it now, i can safely say, i didn't expect to see this:

this took me so off guard, i choked on my drink laughing.

[togethernow]

Wxs songs where they scream "WONDERHOY!!!!!" >>>>>>

[clarafell]

@shibemuses has traveled back in time.          —         ★

Time seemed to slow down as soon as the shorter girl reached out to grab both of her hands. It happens so quickly that Homura had no time to step away. She stiffens up in an instant, not expecting someone to be so... affectionate. So forward.

Homura stood very, very still. Her heart flutters, though she cannot tell if it's anxiety or something else. She stares down at the soft hands. They were pleasantly warm and so very soft, more soft than her uncalloused hands. She has always had a very cold touch to her body, especially her long and pale hands.

One of the nurses here, her only visitors when she wasn't met with doctors, compared her pale complexion to a flower known as the Diphylleia grayi. The more common name for this flower is the skeleton flower, though the flower-loving nurse was kind enough to not mention that part. It didn't matter, though. Homura already knew what that flower was since she owned a book on flowers. The outside world is often closed off to her since she was always stuck in the hospital, so much so that she can count the times she went outside on her hands.

Being so sheltered and restricted, books were her way of coping with pretty much everything in her life. It kept her mind from straying back to darker places, comforting her when she couldn't bring herself to speak up. She wasn't picky on what books to read, though she always had a preference for literature and poetry. She even explored mythology and history, two subjects she enjoyed quite well. She did, however, also enjoy to collect informative books. To learn about nature is something that speaks to her soul, so books would have to do.

The skeleton flower earns its name because the plain white petals, unassuming and plain, would turn clear as soon as the petals are met with liquid. It gives the impression that the flower has a skeleton, hence the name. Skeletons flowers are found in the northern part of central Japan, though Homura has never gotten the chance to see the flower in person. From what she has read, the symbolism of the skeleton flower is to be the delicate balance between life and death. The skeleton flower is often associated with purity, but there is also the impermanence of the flower to consider.

How fitting for someone like her. She wasn't meant for this world, barely hanging onto the life she has. The doctors said she's good to be discharged, but Homura knew the cycle. She would be back in the hospital. She wasn't sure when or where, but she knows she will not make it long. Something bad is bound to happen, she knows it...

She doubts the nurse meant any harm in her comment, most likely seeing it as a compliment. Homura, however, often read too much into things. For something about her to be compared to a flower had to be one of the nicest things she has heard in a long time, even though her gloomy mind is already spinning such a compliment into something negative. No one said anything nice to her back in Tokyo when she was attending her private Catholic school. She couldn't blame them for their lack of interest, but she always did wonder what she did to invoke their cruelty.

No one has ever wanted to touch her back in Tokyo. She looked more ghostly than girl, according to the students. Her lack of speaking only enhanced the rumors. She begun braiding her hair religiously in order to try to stop the spreading rumors about her actually being Sadako, but not even that stopped them from whispering. It was either cut her hair or braid it, but she couldn't bring herself to cut her hair. Even though she never liked herself, the thought of her in short hair was something she hated even more.

To be touched by someone is... strange. On one hand, she instantly wanted to pull away. On the other hand, she wants to bask in this tender moment. She couldn't remember having anyone hold her hands like that, certainly no one that has squeezed her hands with so much support. Torn up on what to do, Homura lingers in her spot.

❝ In... In a dream? ❞ Homura echoes back, confused. She looks back up, trying to see if she can detect a lie. She looks back down, feeling a frown beginning to form. This had to be some kind of prank, perhaps some kind of bizarre performance.

❝ You... I'm sorry, but you must be mistaking me for someone else. ❞ Unable to tell if this was a lie or a joke, Homura wretches her hands out of the girl's warm grasp. It pained her a little bit, but she had to do it. They were receiving a couple of stares, not too many, but it was too much for her to take. She also didn't typically enjoy being touched by strangers.

Homura planned to quickly excuse herself until she heard her own name being uttered. Though she was growing even more uncomfortable, she did have to admit that she really enjoyed hearing her name from the girl's lips. Part of her, something deep inside, longs to hear her name all over again. Such a pleasant, heavenly voice delicately saying her name. The way this girl, Madoka, spoke was almost as if her name is the thing she treasured more than—

Focus, Homura. She inhaled sharply, not prepared to be known by someone. Even if she spoke the truth about the nurse, Homura refused to completely let down her guard. The strange dream comment still rattled her nerves. It was beginning to feel more and more like a prank. She didn't know how Mitakihara students treated such late transfer students, but she wasn't expecting someone to come all the way to the hospital to prank her.

❝ Yes, that's my name... ❞ Homura frowns as she answers the question, wishing she could read Madoka's mind in this moment to discover the truth. Prank or no prank, it was so strange for someone to come here to introduce herself. She wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she thinks she didn't like this situation.

It wasn't Madoka's complete fault, though. She was never really the socializing type, so anything out of her comfort zone instantly made her flee. Surprises were never her thing, so all of this didn't sit well with her. Taking an even deeper breath, she tries to cut this conversation off before it became too much. She takes a small step back, hands still drawn close to her chest.

❝ It's, um, nice to meet you... ❞ She isn't sure if she was being sincere or not, but her politeness kicks in. ❝ But I really have to get going. I'm supposed to be going straight home. ❞ It wasn't like anyone is waiting for her at her home, though.

But Madoka didn't need to know about that part. She is still telling the truth, though. She has nothing else better to do than go straight home. All she did was phrase it a bit differently to imply that she had a loving family waiting for her to come back home. No one is waiting for her to come home, though.

[twistedappletree]

i’ve been at the emergency vet for 3hrs and it’s a 1hr drive here and back and it’s 5am now and i’m so fucking tired omfg there’s no way i’m gonna be able to sleep for work today 😭

[astranauticus]

thinking again about the time i said set me free by floruitshow is very 0x51 bc like theres definitely an orv animatic idea in there somewhere but i feel like translating that song to english already took a year off my lifespan

[marmidas]

[aigoos]

Bailkin Art

AHHH! @kana7o drew this fantastic Bailkin art for me!!! As much as I love Obikin, Bailkin is becoming another favourite of mine. Guess Anakin with older bearded men are a thing for me XD Seriously, though, I just love the idea of this pairing. Especially when Bail is a Chancellor (begone, you evil Palps!) and has Anakin as his personal Jedi guard, ahaha!

But back to the art -- I love this so much. Blushy Anakin with such a regal looking Bail is a delicious flavour. I definitely need more Bailkin in my life!