#bye london

[barbarana]

Just five days left of the shop sale, and then the store will be closed until further notice

[jaskiersroyalslut]

Finally FINALLY leaving London. Dont get me wrong its beautiful in *Central London*, thats not where ive been and its a shithole here 😭. Anyway i went to the Victoria and Albert museum it was fucking increadible, wanted to go to the Natural History museum too cuz it was so beautiful last time i went but we didnt have time :( (im writing this on a bus and someone WONT STOP PRESSING THE STOP BUTTON) anyway 😍, photo dump under ther cut <3 (theres a lot of nudity)

Theres more but tumblrs stupid 🙄 anyway we'll all ignore the video sound im a Will Wood girlie, also the first picture GLITCHED AND IM PISSED but its a beautiful sculpture of perses killing medusa.

[waterlogged-detective]

REVOLUTION!!!!!!

[wigglysprophet]

rereading the shadowhunter chronicles freak me out because WHAT DO YOU MEAN CLARY IS 15 AT THE BEGINNING OF CITY OF BONES??????????????

[buglaur]

simself

[hoosbandewan]

I can be your angle….or yuor devil

[thedeafprophet]

Hi here's my 100% very serious original do not steal ambition nemesis mood board/post complimation ahdjfkfkghj

[serafimo]

I am your Angel of Music, come to me, Angel of Music...

Anouk Van Laake and Jon Robyns as Christine Daaé and The Phantom in Andrew Lloyd Webber's THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. @shakeatradefeather's master.

[starlight-lesbians]

Greaseball, trying to bake: Okay, so I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes, or 4000 degrees for one minute!

Dinah, terrified: Greaseball no that’s not how you bake cookies!

Greaseball: Floor it!

Dinah: Greaseball, no!

Greaseball: How about 4 million degrees for one second?

Dinah: Greaseball you are gonna burn the shed down!!

Greaseball: I am gonna harness the power of the fucking sun to make cookies!

Dinah: GREASEBALL PLEASE

[kiraman]

And so death comes calling for her, a supplicant throwing itself at her feet; then again, Mizu has known death too well now to fear it; has filled her hands with it, adored it, fiendishly, with such devotion and horror—no, she is not afraid of it. She isn't happy unless it’s lying across her path; so when the dark, violent fever overtakes her, swallowing her up in its flaming grip during the tenth month of her trip over the high seas, it is not fear that comes with it; no. It's something else; something furious, with teeth. She drags herself onto the docks and gropes for the gunwale, slips down onto her knees. When someone comes to help her back onto her feet, she is a caged animal, cruel, vicious , scratching to get out. She shrugs them off, shoves the cup of water forced upon her mouth away, hissing in japanese; get off me! she does not want their hands on her, does not need their help; her cold blood cannot be worked into a fever – her veins are full of ice-water, they are dark, death does not know how to live in them, the fever turns to tidal waves, she is ocean depth; she will be okay.

She does not know how, but when next she awakes she's on her back, swathed in layers of heavy woolens that have been unwashed for months or years, reeking like everyone, itching like everyone, like a hot stone on her chest, burning and she violently tears them off, tosses them aside, and tries to sit up, her blood pounding in her ears. She topples over and falls onto the floor, feels her chin crack against the floorboards; distant voices cut viciously through the damp darkness that envelopes her; she does not understand what they are saying; she blinks through the veil of heat that enshrouds her and weakly drags herself towards the window, parched for air, her throat is throbbing wildly, her skin feels like a coal, melting right off her bones, gods help her, she is is melting, her body bursts into flame, this must have been how it felt...back at Edo...all those people swallowed by her rage, gods, gods help her.

She blinks at her hands and gasps when blood spills down her wrists onto the floorboards, pooling all around her, swelling, like the tide; and she is trying to swim through it, back to her cot, but it keeps spilling and pouring, it floods the cabin, drips into her mouth and throat; red, like a flame, like murder, like her, in her crimson dress, like her mouth screaming her name as she was dragged away on that horse and Mizu gasps and gasps, she is feral now, she is furious, screaming as she gropes for the bed, her hands slipping; her eyes are the sharp glint of a sword held to Akemi's throat, glittering in the light of the sea lantern.

She lays on her back and lets the flood sweep her under into its furious flame. She dreams of her at night. When she opens her eyes (dark, feverish eyes, eyes with teeth, like two angry waves in a storm) she sees her there, robed in silk, her dark, ebony curls sprawling all over Mizu's fevered face as she leans over her, urges a cup of water to her lips; she sees her, with some kind of hallucinatory clarity, and, all night long, she calls out for her, she is not sorry, she will not say sorry; she cannot; she is something else, something feral, with claws; she clings to her wrist when she tries to pull away, Akemi, Akemi, she whispers her name like an apology like a prayer for something they cannot have, will not havs, but she pulls away and she is left alone, drowning in fire.

She sinks in and out of fever sleep for so long— how long has it been now, is she dead? Alive? She loses count; but every time she opens her eyes, she is there, golden and radiant, wrapped in a veil of shimmering heat, and Mizu feels her hand reach out towards her but she can't touch her, she is air, she's fire and incense, an altar, she turns into smoke, consumes Mizu all to an ember; she touches her sleeve, all that silk, like flames, burning through her fingers and does not ask her to stay, she will not beg, she does not know how, does not even want her to look at her; but when the cup is brought back to her open mouth, she closes her eyes and feels her mouth on hers too; she is fire and flame but her lips are cold like the ocean, she has a taste of tempest on her tongue and a kimono red as blood, as the death on Mizu's hands, it spills like silk through her hands, she fades away and she does not scream but something inside of her is howling, don't go, don't go, come back. Akemi is shadow and light, something secret she keeps so deep inside of her she can never reach it, she will never touch her, she will never hold her, her hands are stone, they are a blade, it will cut her open, her touch. She shivers when Akemi pulls away and her throat is raw, she is parched and desperate, and everything inside of her is numb and dead, she does not know how to love, she is the edge of a knife and darkness, the scream of a woman held underwater, drowning, she will not touch her.

She sees her face, in the gold of summer, burning with fierce loveliness as she passes by her in a cage, like a memory, like a sliver of sunlight, threads of golden beads in her dark hair; her carnelian eyes meet hers, but only for a second, and she sinks into Mizu like a flaming arrow, sudden, deep, inescapable; she is the taste of the night, she is fever and fever and flame; and then she is gone.

When the fever abates, the mean, bitter coldness returns where her flame has burnt itself into her veins, scalded her to the bone, and Mizu furiously tears her out of her mouth her mind her hands; gods she has never hold her, and she wonders how can someone miss something that she has never had so much? She buries that thought, too. The sea before her is fire-water and silver froth, a roric flame; outside, the winds howl, savage, squalling with the storm, dark, secret.

She does not listen to it. Her eyes grow dark and unseeing, all she sees is her rage; ruthless and cold, beseeching at her feet.

She does not think of her, but sometimes, in her sleep, she thinks she can hear her voice screaming her name as they drag her away.

Somewhere in Japan, Akemi lays down near her husband, and all of her fire is snuffed out; when she closes her eyes, all she sees are his eyes, blue as iron and cold as sea-washed silt, furious waves in a storm crashing themselves against the shore of her body. She wakes up gasping, thirsty for the ocean; it makes her sick, wanting the sea. It makes her sick, how everything around her becomes drenched, her neck beaded with sweet sweat, the air, stifling, throbbing as she thinks of him, the salt of his skin, how it had felt, holding onto him as he shielded her with his body from the Claws; somewhere between sleep and awareness, she thinks of the dark cold shelter of it and how he had smelled, all salt water and bitter, like the ocean as she had stood behind him in the brothel.

She does not speak of it to anyone, lest of all to herself; she is frantic and flaming, a wildfire roaring: she shuts it away desperately, but it comes back to her anyway. Akemi wonders where he has gone. She does not know if she wants the answer. He lives in her head now, and even drinking a cup of water makes her sick.

Somehow she survives it.

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke @ The 5SOS Show Tour London

[barbarana]

Hello there, after 17 incredible years in London, I'm moving back to Spain next month. Need to travel as light as possible, so help me get rid of my stock!

I'm running a sale for the next 4 weeks, and then the shop will be closed until I figure out new providers, delivery fees etc. So, if you've been eyeing something, this is your chance -> https://illustratedsongs.etsy.com

[chaosandthe-deadblog]

okay, ENOUGH GAMING!

if youre interested, fill out this google form below :) thanks in advance!

[waterlogged-detective]

Fallen London silhouette portraits my beloved

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

look i just think that "i have to break up with you for my own self respect but i'm really sad about it" is such an underrated genre of taylor swift song (ie better man, bye bye baby) and i hope we'll get at least one song like that on ttpd

[mystic-maniac]

SOOOOO MUCH??? FOR STAAAARDUST??? WE THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT AAAAAALL???