#flame swallow

[lillydwight]

Flame Swallow, with Falcons 1 and 2 fly through a star system.

The design of both Flame Swallow and Falcons 1 & 2 are from The Galaxy Railways and belong to Leiji Matsumoto.

[phosphorus-noodles]

sometimes the girl experience is sitting on the floor in the back of a crowded conference room surrounded by 150+ boxes of pizzas and googling symptoms of celiac disease on your phone

[laurenablack]

Thinking about Lark coming back and seeing the house on fire and knowing that Rebecca and the kids are inside

✨️fun✨️

[phoenix-flamed]

Good news! I did not, in fact, get any replies done last night, to no one's surprise.

I have, however, spent the night and today in and out of sleep. I'm guessing it's because of the antibiotics. Or maybe it's the ibuprofen. Who knows.

[constant-book-hangover]

I love fantasy authors and the shit they can make up.

“hmmm ok I want to make this more shocking by having them speak different languages / the only way they can communicate is through one ancient language no one has used in 15,000 years”

“Ok hmmm well only 3 people know it… so how do they communicate for the entirety of the book…..?”

“I KNOW! she can swallow a bean that will make her fluent in a any language! Huzzah!”

[heartsdefine]

callisto ass tweet

[a-eo-iu]

Casual circus guys

[zinniax]

Back to December by Taylor Swift(Taylor’s version) is legit a Nessian’s song idc

[lunacysuggestion]

You may be an energy vampire but I'm an energy cannibal and I'm fucking starving

[jeoseungsaja]

# I REALISED- IVE NEVER- for Yeoshin if you're still taking these? :33333 LOVE YOU

@mythvoiced ♚ from x.

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

내 사랑  (My Love) 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

Right now it’s this one: 

But I’m pretty sure he changes it often because he can’t decide which one to choose (he has so many in his gallery) so he ‘rotates’ between pictures #ShinSimp

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Epitone Project’s SPRING DAY, CHERRY BLOSSOMS & YOU (봄날, 벚꽃 그리고 너). 

my muse’s last text to your muse

[✉️ 7:03AM] : I have a busy day today. Would you like to see my ‘To-Do’ List for the morning and afternoon? [✉️ 7:03AM] : IMAGE ATTACHMENT [✉️ 7:03AM] : And this one is my ‘To-Do’ List for the evening [✉️ 7:04AM] : IMAGE ATTACHMENT [✉️ 7:04AM] : 😌

[atreldes]

i am. thinking thoughts

[rhaenyrasbabydaddy]

@realmscruelty / vaguely plotted starter

It wasn't as though his father had told him where to take her. In fact, he hadn't said a word, had merely nodded at his son, who knew exactly what he wanted: save the Princess from the crowd, the fight that had broken out at her wedding feast. Disrespectful. He had found her, pushed men out of the way with ease to scoop her up - light as a feather in his arms - throw her over his shoulder, ignoring her protests as she struggled against him. He wasn't going to let her get injured in the mob, taking her from the hall entirely, ignoring her continued annoyance and only setting her down when they were cleared of the noise, of the crowds and the chaos.

"I'm sorry Princess." He apologizes immediately, knowing that it was a bit improper - he could have carried her back to the dais, to where their fathers were seated, safely away from the mass of people, but exiting the room had seemed a safer strategy after finding her knelt under the table. He ensures that she's steady on her feet, his hands holding her hips for just a moment, before letting her go, eyes glancing over her body, checking for any injuries she might have gotten before he had managed to get to her.

"Are you hurt at all?" His question comes after he finds no visible markings, nothing showing her to be harmed in the madness. He looks into her eyes, hands at his sides now, though he almost itches to reach out and ensure she's fine, that she suffered no damages in the disarray. The distance between them is negligible, an inch or two at most, and he knows being alone, and so close, to Princess Rhaenyra is only set to alight whispers, if they are found. "Princess? Are you well?" Words spoken when no answer is forthright.

[eimearkuopio]

Summary of the first time I officially claimed to be a prophet to a Catholic priest:

ME: I'm not sure... But I've always been afraid I'm meant to be a prophet and I think it's time for me to start talking so can we make some arrangements for that to happen officially?

HIM: Well, perhaps over time, but not today. In part due to your admitted history of mental illness.

ME: But... I... Have that under control? Like, I've always had that, and I've just been checked out, and while I'm not okay, I'm also not imagining any of the stuff that's making me believe this, I'm just not quite ready to openly claim my interpretation is correct?

[long, slow pause as some pieces fall into place]

ME: Are you telling me... That if a prophet admits to being mentally ill... That makes you less likely to listen to them?

🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

[voskhozhdeniye]