#eva's diary

[abbyandhanako]

Eva’s diary entry: A Deceased Zekrom

The Zekrom I rescued, his name was Robb, he was a Shiny Zekrom, his two other siblings Daenerys and Tyrion were Shiny…

I named them after characters in a show me and Erik watched.

Robb died today, He was rescued yesterday from an illegal genner, Their original names were that fucker’s URL, I named them Robb, Daenerys (or Dany) and Tyrion (Or Tyrie), the latter two were a Reshiram and Tyrion…

He was found dead the next morning, I never forgot Dany’s heartbreaking screams, begging him to wake up…

Robb had an invalid PID and IV combo, which led to his death, even if I tried….even if I tried….

Trying to change it back to what it was would only prolong his suffering, especially since…especially since….

His, Dany and Tyrie’s IVs and PIDs were changed over and over and over again, He wasn’t satisfied with Robb’s IVs even though he was now Shiny….

I hope his death was peaceful….I would be torn if I found out he died in agony….

Dany is okay, she is recovering and so is Tyrie, but I can tell they feel incomplete, like a third of them is missing, they feel incomplete.

Tyrie has a limp, I think it’s linked to the tampering, he’s doing therapy and seems to be doing better but he’s struggling….

Dany won’t even approach other Zekrom….I feel bad it’s like this for her….

- Krause.”

[ssparksflyy]

randomly had the thought that when percy becomes a dad, he writes down anything your kid(s) order at a restaurant so whenever you go back to said restaurant (or fast food place !!) he’ll know exactly what to get when they say “whatever i got last time !”

[xboobayaga]

I recently had a dream about Stardew Valley, where the townsfolk found out about Lewis' golden statue and kicked him out of town for it. They then made me the mayor and my first order of business was doing what any sensible new mayor would do: smelt the golden statue and make a golden statue of myself

[dtwof]

Anna-Eva Bergman (1909-1987), Becoming, Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo.

[caprisun89bakerstreet]

Phantoms of the night

Pairing: (padawan) obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Tags: hurt/comfort, nightmares, post phantom menace, obi-wan needs a hug, but so do you

Summary: With the recent loss of Qui Gon Jinn, Obi-wan has been struggling. But trying to keep it together as if the loss of Qui Gon didn’t impact you too is taking a toll on you. So when he seeks your comfort in the middle of the night you finally break.

Notes: one of my first fics and it’s not perfect but oh well, honestly just tired of looking at it so here it is

It’s been hard. And emotionally challenging. Sometimes you wonder how you’ve been able to keep it together without completely breaking down. When you came to his quarters after you’d heard the awful news, you tried your best not to break. Mainly for Obi-Wan's sake. Because he couldn’t stop sobbing when he broke in your arms, and your own tears followed soon after. When you were both done crying the sun was already starting to rise. But you were finally able to sleep.

The loss of Qui Gon Jinn would impact the both of you, more than either of you would realize in the long run. Qui Gon was someone you looked up to a lot. Sometimes you felt like he was your second master, simply because you were sent on so many missions with him and his padawan. That’s how you and Obi-Wan grew so close. But Qui Gon was not just a mentor, he felt like family. His steady force signature, his warm voice, his fascination with prophecies and the living force, those disapproving looks he’d always give you and Obi-Wan whenever you may or may not have ignored his direct orders…

But now he was gone. And it felt like a part of you had been ripped away from you. But there was a worse feeling than your grief for your lost friend. It was having to see Obi-Wan, his padawan, go through this. His guilt. Because Obi-Wan Kenobi was selfless and forgiving to a fault, but also knew how to beat himself up over every single mistake he made. Even when he wasn’t the one to blame. Over the past two weeks you’ve held him more times than you have in years as his defenses seemed broken and he completely shattered in your arms. Repeatedly. Which was so unlike him. And it was hard, having to see Obi go through this. But you told yourself to not break down because he needed you. He needed you more than ever. So you tried to put your own grief for Qui Gon aside, and ignore the overwhelming stinging in your chest whenever Obi-Wan’s sobs continued on long after sunset. But you were there for him. Because that was the only thing you could do.

Obi-Wan wasn’t the type to show vulnerability often. Oh no, he would rather force everything deep down to never be diggin up by anyone, not even by you. Not that he didn’t trust you, he trusted you with his life. And he had more times he can count. It’s because he didn’t want to hurt you since he knew you would worry about him immensely if he told you. And he hated that. He hated being the cause of your pain. Or anyone else’s for that matter. So Obi-Wan bottled things up. Even despite your best efforts to try to talk to him.

These past two weeks he’s felt so incredibly guilty of seeking you out after the simplest task during the day, simply because even that felt too overwhelming. Or at night when he’s been awake for hours and finally gave in and came to your quarters. Or when you came back from a day away from the temple for a mission. He felt guilty. But his overwhelming grief made him give in when you had offered him kindness and compassion. Because he needed it.

This wasn’t the Obi-Wan you knew. And it’s taking a toll on you without fully realizing it yet. But it hurt. Everything hurt. Maybe that was why you were soaked in sweat in the early hours of the morning and woke up gasping for air. Trying to calm yourself down you look around the room, and realize you woke from yet another nightmare. Dreams weren’t uncommon for you. In fact, they were very common, you were a highly skilled padawan and had a deep connection to the force. But this often led to you having visions in the form of dreams. Which made nightmares like these even worse. They were incredibly vivid. And what if they weren’t just nightmares? As you push away the covers and sit up in bed, you realize that deep down this was just because of fear. Your grief for Qui Gon, fear of losing Obi-Wan the same way, of him being so broken and overwhelmed with hurt you wouldn’t be able to heal him... And maybe you felt a little more strongly about Obi-Wan than most jedi. Or any jedi. But he couldn’t know that.

You sigh and still feel shaken by the terrors of your dream and decide to get up and walk to your refresher. Water would help. But as you drink from the cup you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and almost grimace. You looked awful. Pale and dark circles under your eyes. It’s like you hadn’t slept in days. So you turn away, unwilling to accept that the last weeks have been harder on you than you realize. But if anything, you were determined. Determined to make sure Obi-Wan would be okay and not force down every bit of grief he felt to become a scar that would forever remain unhealed.

But part of you longed for Obi-Wan’s comfort. Which was a stupid and selfish thought because he was hurting and you couldn’t just ask him for support right now. But he was your best friend. And you needed him. But not as much as he needed you, you tell yourself as you realize you’re suddenly freezing and grab your robe from a chair and wrap it around you. The familiar length of the sleeves providing some sense of comfort. You sit down next to your window as you look at the skyline of Coruscant. There were many speeders flying around in the still very much alive city at 0300. But lost in thought as you look at the familiar sight you realize how alone you feel.

You weren’t alone exactly, you’ve visited Obi-Wan every day the past few weeks (which normally isn’t irregular either) and your own master has been there for you. But you still somehow felt alone as the small but bright, twinkling lights of the coruscant traffic continued to move through your vision. Wrapping your robe tighter around your frame to provide some comfort, you lean your head against the window. You were trying so hard to be there for him. But would it be enough? What if after years he’d still feel like this? You had continued to reassure Obi-wan that this feeling wouldn’t last forever and that time heals, despite how annoying that may be, but what if it didn’t? Your vision blurred as silent tears started to spill from your eyes.

After a while you heard a soft knock on your door. You weren’t sure how long because time seemed to pass more slowly at night than during the lively and brighter hours of the day. A month ago you would’ve been alarmed by hearing knocking at this hour. But now you knew it could only be Obi-Wan. And it was, because this had happened four times before the past weeks. Or maybe it was five— you lost count. Sighing and taking a deep breath after you wiped away your dried tears with the sleeves of your robe, you stand up. Your chest felt tight still. But you try to push the thought away as you walk to the door and open it. And you’re met with obi-wan’s familiar features in front of you. Painted by grief. Which you had unfortunately gotten used to in just 2 weeks. Despite your efforts to keep it together your eyes soften when you meet his gaze. He seemed just slightly puzzled for a moment by the fact you’re wearing your robe but didn’t mention it. Yet.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, almost timidly and not knowing what else to say. But both of you knew why he was here. He needed you. And you’d always help him. Because it was Obi. You couldn’t imagine your life without him.

So you nod and step away as he enters your quarters and you close the door behind him. Turning to him your eyes meet for a moment. You could still make out the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly too pale face. And his shoulders seemed to be slightly too tense as if he’d just endured something terrible. Or was haunted by phantoms of his failure, like he would call it. He looked tired. No, exhausted. Not just physically but mentally. That’s when you step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, when it seemed like he was already reaching for yours.

“Nightmare?” You ask softly as your head rests against his shoulder.

“The same one…” he mumbled softly and you could tell there was a deep frown on his face by his voice. He had told you about the horrifying nightmares he’s gotten since it happened. How he was always there, watching Qui Gon fight the rageful sith. Until he’d see the anguish look on his master’s face, as the sith gutted him through his chest. Or beheaded him with his gushing red lightsaber. Or choked him with the force. But he’d always die. In whatever way. And all Obi-Wan could do was stand by and watch from behind that force’saken ray shield. Your stomach twisted at the mere thought. You hug him slightly tighter after a moment. And you felt him do the same. Sighing softly, you realize that despite everything, Obi’s arms still made you feel at ease. Despite all the horrors he’s been through. And you close your eyes for a moment.

“Why were you awake?” He suddenly asks softly. Your eyes blink open again. “I wasn’t.” You tell him, and you’re not so sure why you’re lying to him. You’re just worried. “So sleeping in your robe has become custom?” He mumbled softly. Under normal circumstances his words would’ve been teasing, but there was a clear concern behind it. It made your heart ache because you knew how selfless he was, even when he’s hurting this bad he still seemed to care.

“I woke up earlier and couldn’t fall back asleep..” You reply after a moment and try not to focus on the tight feeling in my chest by focussing on his arms around you instead.

Obi-wan doesn’t respond for a moment. But instead leans his head against yours. It was a small gesture. But it sends waves of comfort through you. After a moment you realize you hold him tighter, because of the many emotions racing in your chest. And feel a shiver run through you. And he noticed.

“Are you cold?” Obi-Wan asks softly, almost slightly surprised. And you could deny it, but it’s one more way of pretending, and you’re exhausted. So you nod softly. And feel his arms wrap more securely around you. He tried to warm you up a bit by rubbing his hand up and down your back. And you felt comforted by it. By his touch, his presence, his compassion... He made you feel at ease. Despite everything going on. And after a few moments you can’t pretend anymore. And you feel tears start to spill from your eyes.

Obi-Wan noticed when he felt you start to tremble slightly, and as soon as he did he moved his head away to look down at you, but your face is buried against his shoulder. ‘’Are you alright?” He spoke softly. And that’s when your defenses crumbled. And you immediately feel guilty for crying. ‘’I’m sorry—’’ You choke out as you hug him tighter as if that would help hide the fact you’re starting to break. Obi-Wan doesn’t do or say anything for a moment, but then he tightens his arms around you in return. ‘’Obi— I’m sorry-’’ You manage to blurt out between sobs that escape you as tears wet his robe. ‘’No I am..’’ He says after a moment and then moves away from you so that he can see your face, but you just hug him tighter, afraid of letting go.

He pleads your name softly for you to look at him, his hands moving to your head to gently pull you away from his shoulder. You’re hesitant. But after a moment you give into him. Because eventually, you always do. And then your teary eyes meet his and you’re immediately filled with regret. Because he looks so incredibly sad and guilty. Normally he would’ve been better at hiding it, but not the past weeks. Obi-Wan’s hands move to gently wipe your tears away as he continued to look at you. And you lean into his hand slightly.

‘’I’m sorry..’’ He whispered. ‘’You’ve been there for me this entire time and I—’’ His words get caught in his throat. And you feel so bad for him. Tears continue to fall.

“No— don’t say that please—’’ you say between sobs and he continues to hold you. Neither of you were great at showing vulnerability, on the one hand because you were afraid of what others would see and on the other because of worrying people. Especially each other. ‘’I’m sorry.. I should’ve been there for you...’’ He spoke quietly. And you hated how remorseful he sounded. And how unfair all of this was. So after a moment you closed the gap between you and buried your face against his chest again. ‘’You always are—’’ You say, your voice slightly muffled by his robe. But Obi-Wan wraps his arms around you again and leans his chin on top of your head.

He stays like that for a while. Just like you had for him so often the past two weeks. And even though he didn’t say anything, no comforting words, lullabies or whispered reassurances, this was still enough. This was everything you needed. This was all he could give right now and that was okay. You just needed him. And he gave you exactly that. Then he shifts his head slightly.

‘’You should rest..’’ Obi-Wan says in a soft tone as if to not disturb the quiet moment. Or the way part of you already felt like drifting off into his arms. Months ago you would’ve argued, suggesting you don’t need sleep. But now everything was different. And you just nod slightly against him before opening your eyes and slowly moving away from him. Not too much though. And you realize he wasn’t moving away either as he placed his hands on your arms gently and looked down at you. Those cerulean eyes of his are somber. But somehow there’s still the tiniest bit of light in them as he looks down at you and noticed the care in them. His kindness. And in that moment you realize that it was the strongest force in the galaxy.

You both turn to bed then. And neither of you feels surprised when Obi-Wan lays down next to you and pulls the covers over you both. You’re already turned to him. And when he settles down and turns to face you, you realize you wouldn’t know where you’d be without him. Not after so many years.

You lean your forehead against his shoulder, not wanting to cross any lines. But his touch, his presence was healing in so many ways. And you close your eyes for a moment. After a moment you feel Obi-Wan’s arm wrap around you, and you don’t hesitate to move closer and lean into him. Hesitantly at first. And so was he. It’s not that you hadn’t done this before, laying next to each other, because you had, on multiple missions. It always made your heart beat too fast. But now it was different. You were searching for comfort in each other's presence, compassion and warmth. To hopefully get through the hours of the night. Peacefully. Because you’re both griefing the loss of Qui Gon.

Obi-Wan’s hand rests on your back and you sigh softly, trying to drown in the feeling of his warmth. Because you needed it. Your spark had almost burned out… His had. He lost it. And it painted you to notice it so well. He didn’t deserve all of this. It made you feel like you’d been stabbed. You nuzzle your head slightly more against his chest at the thought. Obi-Wan sighs softly and leans his head against your own.

“Obi?” You hear yourself ask softly, voice barely above a whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. But let’s you know he’s heard it by gently drawing circles over your back with his thumb.

You aren’t sure what to say. There were many things you hadn’t told him. Like how you could get lost in his eyes oh so easily, how you felt your heart beating faster every time he complimented you, looked at you, touched you.. how much you loved him. But you couldn’t tell him that. But he has always been there for you. And you didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. And why he hadn’t. Because he deserved the galaxy.

“Thank you..” you say your voice drifting off to a whisper. Obi-Wan didn’t respond for a moment. Instead he nuzzled his head against the top of your head slightly more. You felt his lips brush against your hairline when he spoke.

“You shouldn’t..” he spoke softly and regretfully as he held you.

And for some reason that made you feel even more strongly about needing to thank him.

“Shut up.” you mumble softly as you shift and move your arm to wrap around him. Ignoring whatever lines this may cross. You didn’t care right now. Because you weren’t gonna accept any more of this- of him talking badly about himself. Not with what he’s going through. “Just let me thank you...”

Obi-Wan had to suppress the urge to say something. To make you understand that you didn’t need to thank him, that you shouldn’t. Because what could you thank him for? He only brought you worry, pain and the feeling you had to take care of him. He only brought you work. Because he was a mess. And he couldn’t fix himself. And yet here you were offering him comfort yet again when you were struggling. Just as much as he was. Maybe even more, because he kept acting like such a youngling seeking your comfort, your care and your strength. And he hadn’t even noticed just how bad you had been doing, how could he be such a horrible friend? He knows you better than that- he should be better than that. But he wasn’t going to argue with you. Not now. Not when you were clearly exhausted and he had drained you enough emotionally. So he sighed softly, and closed his eyes. Because he wasn’t gonna risk letting the last bit of remaining light in his life die out.

And you would both sleep in each oher’s arms for the rest of the night. Both unaware of just how much you cared for each other. And that wouldn’t change for a while even though it conflicted you both endlessly. But for now you laid in each other’s arms. Seeking comfort in each other's presence as you both tried to escape the terrors of the night. The traffic on Coruscant would soon start to become more lively. The moons would soon disappear from the night sky and be replaced by golden rays of the sun. But through all changes in life, no matter how big or small, you had each other. And that was enough.

[ballerinarina]

Now playing Teen Idle - MARINA

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𐙚my details:

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: cece, cissy

𝐚𝐠𝐞: twenty years old {a may 2004 baby}

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she/her & they/them

𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: taurus sun, piscies moon, sagittarius rising {born in são paulo}

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: infp 4w3

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬: portuguese, english, spanish

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: multimedia and performing arts

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨: aphrodite and dionysus {beginner}

𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐲𝐞𝐬! ballet, fashion, acting, singing, polyamory, moodboards

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐨! zionism, anti-mogai, racism, psychophobia, j.k rowling, t.a tumblr

⭑ i was found dreaming and blogging between my angelic-girly-pink and my nerdy-theater-kid sides

𐙚things in my heart:

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜: bts, lana del rey, marina, sandy & junior, kate bush, björk, coldplay, new jeans, duquesa, txt, aurora, måneskin, the neighborhood

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: the dreamers, whiplash, secret garden (1993), pearl, big hero 6, august rush, ballerina, my own private idaho, my sweet orange tree, the little prince (1970)

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: flower of evil, maid, the queen's gambit, the umbrella academy, baby italy, heartbreak high, it's okay to not be okay, hilda hurricane

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: gravity falls, banana fish, the promised neverland, naruto, sakura card captors, your name, words bubble up like soda pop, oshi no ko

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬: quackity, cellbit, bagi, matt, guaxinim

𝐚𝐜𝐭��𝐫𝐬 & 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬: river phoenix, ana paula arósio, froy gutierrez, taís araújo, mia goth, fernanda torres, jamie bower, wagner moura, lázaro ramos, aidan gallagher

𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: my candy love, omori, undertale

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: sasuke, mike wheeler, hiro hamada, dipper, ray, nico di angelo, eleven, taki tachibana, adrien, ash lynx, five

𐙚find me here too!

#cecediary - text posts

#ceceoutfits - fashion posts

#cecemoodboard - aesthetic media posts

#cecefandoms - nerd fangirl posts

#ceceart - drawings, sketches

#ceceasks - well, asks

[sotogalmo]

9:19

Ivantill, kawoshin, hikaru x Yoshiki, ritshou, sonadow......

They are all the same to me (and they are all Lower One's Eyes)

[mycrayolamarkers]

Mr.Eeyore is still not back and it's been seven days!!!! Everything is so boring without him. Mommy gets busy and can't always play with me. My friends live too far away so I can't go play with them so I don't have anyone to play with.

When it's time to go to bed my room feels way too big. It feels lonely so I have been sleeping with Mommy in her room but Mommy told me she is going on a business trip soon. Meaning I'm going to be alone till she or Mr. Eeyore come back! Well not really alone I am going to stay at our neighbor's house but you get what I mean diary.

Ugh, this week is so bad I don't even want to play anymore. The only things that make me feel better are Mommy's spaghetti, my music, and my mini Mr.Eeyore. Oh that I just got an idea, diary I can't make a list of things to do with Mr.Eeyore when he gets back.

Play dress up with Mr.Eeyore

Make a playlist with Mr.Eeyore

Cuddle with Mr.Eeyore the whole day (I gotta make up for the lost time)

I wonder what kind of music Mr.Eeyore likes? Oh here is my playlist of my favorite songs.

°^° My favorite songs playlist<3

Puppy princess - Hot Freaks

Simple and clean - Hikaru Utada

Endangered love - VeggieTales

Don't stop the music - Rihanna

Lovegame -Lady Gaga

Pon de replay - Rihanna

Dynamite - Taio Cruz

Like a G6 - Far East Movement

Hug me - Pharrell Williams and Trey Parker

Barbie girl - Aqua

Just a girl - No Doubt

Baby my phone - Yameii Online

Runaway baby - Bruno Mars

505 - Arctic Monkeys

I'll see you later, diary I'm going to take a nap, and maybe when I wake up Mr.Eeyore will be back.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Morally Questionable Anime Milfs Side B Semifinals

Propaganda:

Ah-Duo -

"It is heavily implied that she switched her baby with her mother in-law's baby (mother in-law being the Empress) to give him a higher chance of survival after a hard and negligent birth that left her without a uterus. Kind of a cuckoo bird trick. Though it was for the good of her child in an era where children were political commodities, this is still a questionable thing to do. I know I would definitely feel some type of devastation and confliction if I found out my baby had been swapped with another right under my nose. Also, the other baby died. That part wasn't Ah-Duo's fault by any means, but I do think I should mention it. As for milf, have you SEEN her? She's so fucking hot c'mon. Even women in-canon swoon over her androgynous charms."

Eva -

"AVOIDING SPOILERS AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, her moral ambiguity is a deeply important part of the story. Like Episode 3 is in some ways a battle between her better and worse nature, between her love for her family and her resentment and bitterness to her brother.

As a mother to George, seemingly she's raised him very well, turning him into a perfect gentleman and preparing him for a successful life. However, this was all part of her scheming against her brother, trying to mold him into a suitable heir for the Ushiromiya fortune and usurp her nieces position. She made sure he spent every waking moment in study, leaving him socially stunted and resentful of his peers who knew how to make friends. In a way she's using him for her own petty resentment against her elder brother, but she's also trying to set him up for a good life in the only way she understands.

With Ange, things get both harsher and more complicated. Yes, after the horrific tragedy of 1986, Eva becomes a cruel and abusive adoptive mother to Ange. But, it's possible that, at first, she made a sacrifice on Ange's behalf that slowly twisted her into the monster she became. And part of episode 8 is showing the possibility of Eva becoming a good foster mother to Ange, and genuinely loving her, (and raising the question of whether that love was really in Eva's heart, or if it's just a comforting fantasy)

I know I'm saying "just trust me" because of spoilers, but this is a big part of the ending of the story and the overall theme: ambiguity, and the difficulty in knowing another's heart, and what we should believe about others given that. Maybe her actions (and her possible or alleged actions) are too evil to call her morally questionable. Maybe there's enough goodness in her to be in the poll. Hopefully I've expressed some of it in less than one million words. I'll leave it in your hands."

[evaiskindaweird]

MY DAD SAID IM GONNA HAVE TO GET TEETH SURGERY TO GET MY WISDOM AND LAST BABY TOOTH REMOVED GUYS

TELL MY STORY

[miranhas-art]

One post for every july since 2014: my journey through tumblr.

Because if it wasn't for you all, this blog would never be possible!

August 5 2014 (didn't have anything for july lol)

July 9 2015

July 28 2016

July 1 2017

July 4 2018

July 27 2019

July 18 2020

July 9 2021

July 17 2022

July 20 2023

And this is the end!

10 years of drawing and I truly can't believe it, basically this is quite a shock!

Thank you so much for every person that encouraged me, gave me the idea of doing this side blog! And basically, being a companion during very sad days that lead me here!

Thank you so so much!

[xboobayaga]

so torn between trying to enjoy summer and craving fall. don't get me wrong, I LOVE fall and ofc I am looking forward to it BUT it is july and summer will ( hopefully ) be around for a while longer and I feel like I can't really enjoy it properly if my thoughts just circle around fall all the time. anyone else feel like that? either way have a lovely day, my loves ♥

[afairycreature]

red lipstick, red ring, Miss Dior, Hozier

[maybealex]

The local con was really fun again this year 🕺🏻

w/ @teal-pen

No-photo: We also got two really cool shirts. They were cyanotype, Berserk and Evangelion. Also snagged two little Geto and Gojo bracelets and an old Trigun dvd!

[sotogalmo]

4:11

Another random thought

Shou and Kaworu met up (characters who appear later in a show, and are shipped with a normal looking guy)

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Eva Gilbert ✤ Valley Of Death

After the devastating loss of her parents, and her sister and her miraculous survival, Eva Gilbert made herself a promise.  No more wallflower, no more hiding in the shadows, no more pretending to be someone she wasn’t.  No, she was going to go after what she wanted, say how she felt, be who she wanted to be.  And the first day of school was the perfect time to start that mission.  At least it would have been, if two psychopath brothers and a line of mysterious doppelgängers hadn’t come into the picture to ruin the lives of the Gilbert twins.

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Face Claim: Adelaide Kane

Love Interest: tbd

Theme song: One Foot In Front Of The Other, Emilie Autumn

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