#good ole queue

[luckyartdrawer]

Hello good sir, I am sure you have well intentions! :)

I wanted to do some lighting practice for fun and now I have this sly devil. I'm pretty proud of how he turned out and how fast I was able to make this! :3

Welp. Now I kinda wanna turn him into a character. we'll see if I ever do, hehe :P

[spockvarietyhour]

Robert Carlye as Nicholas Rush in "Subversion"

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Febuwhump Day 5 - Rope Burns

Twilight was the first to find him.

Time hurried behind his pup as the wolf howled, alerting him. A second later the younger hero was in action, snarling and taking down beasts with a ferocity that still sometimes caught the elder off guard. Time drew his blade, momentarily distracted when he saw the familiar figure locked away in a wooden cage, but his attention was pulled away by a moblin.

The fight was intense but brief, and by the point Time was sheathing his blade, Twilight was already back in Hylian form and hacking away at the wooden bars keeping him from his brother-in-arms.

"Sky!" Twilight called to the teenager. "Sky, wake up, it's okay now. You're safe."

Time knelt down to try and look the young knight in the face, but Sky was curled in on himself, his hair hiding what little of his face was exposed. Twilight shattered the wooden bars and hastily scurried into the cage. Time knew there would be no space for him, so instead he asked, "How is he?"

"Unconscious," Twilight muttered, giving the boy a tenative shake.

"Bring him out here," Time ordered, pulling out a dagger. When Twilight dragged the boy into the open, Time quickly cut through the bonds around his wrists, noticing the angry red rope burns that were left behind.

Twilight glowered at the injuries, looking as if he wanted to kill the monsters all over again.

"We need to get him back to camp," Time said, pushing past his own worry to guide the younger hero. Twilight nodded, eyes still intense and angry, and he pulled the Skyloftian onto his back.

Sky groaned at the gesture, moving a little. Time brushed some hair out of his face to look at him. "Sky, it's okay. You're safe. Our ranch hand is going to carry you, okay?"

"Hurts," Sky croaked, eyes half lidded from exhaustion. Time felt his chest clench a little, angry at himself for letting this happen. Sky had already been ill when the group had been overtaken. The fact that the monsters had taken him prisoner had scared everyone almost more than if he'd been horribly wounded.

Time's hand rested on the young hero's forehead, feeling the boy's skin burn with almost enough intensity to rival Death Mountain.

He sighed, dropping his hand, eyes fixed on the rope burns the boy now had. "Let's go."

"It's going to be okay, Sky," Twilight whispered in assurance as he started to walk, nuzzling the boy's face as he rested on his shoulder. Sky mumbled something unintelligible, and by the time they'd reached camp he was likely delirious, eyes staring at nothing, face flushed, body limp as Time took him off Twilight's back and lowered him to the ground.

Time watched the boy, guilt gnawing at him, and he sighed, letting Sky rest on his lap. "We'll protect you, young one. Don't worry."

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

--WISHING YOU THE HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS WESLEY!--

[probablygayattorneys]

Professor Layton and the Curious Village | Layton's Mystery Journey

[adhd-merlin]

Excerpt from The Game of Kings:

Being an idiot, Merlin chooses the worst moment to tell Arthur—over breakfast, and an entire year too late.

He blurts out his confession just as Arthur is sticking his fork in his mouth. In the space of three words, while Arthur sits with a forkful of sausage in his mouth, Merlin turns from trusted friend to stranger.

It’s a wonder Arthur doesn’t choke.

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[tsunael]

you're not here.

-> inspo

[tutiram]

Femme Puppyshipping

[someotherdog]

character: collie open: m/f/nb plot: collie is kept locked in the crumbling louisiana mansion by her overbearing mother, which has given her an unhealthy fear of the outside world. your muse has come by their property for whatever reason, maybe they're intending to rob the home because it looks abandoned or they've heard rumors about witches living in the old winesap house. it could be an innocent happenstance or your muse has nefarious intentions. either way, it's their first meeting! this post was made using beta editor, please do not reblog it in legacy as i no longer have access to it!

no one ever visited. no one she hadn't known since she was a little girl, at least, and even then, the extended family she had didn't come by much unless to ask for money. there was rarely ever a stranger, some door-to-door salesmen or meter reader, and on the few occasions they had made their way to the front door, her mother made collie hide. it was early in the morning that day, though, the sun just starting to rise over the trees. it gave the world a dusty, orange glow. she loved to be awake so early in the morning, because her mother wouldn't wake until later and it was the only time colette had to herself. sitting on the bench swing that was on the wraparound porch, she was enjoying the solitude when she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. her first instinct was to scream, wake up her mother and force the stranger off their land. her second was to beg them to steal her away. getting up off the swing, she approached them quickly but wore an expression of hesitation. it took a moment for her to find her voice, so unused to speaking to anyone that wasn't related to her: "h...hey. you can't, um... you can't be here." collie tried to sound confident and protective of her home. however, she felt excited. "my mother... if she sees you, she'll kill you."

[mythvoiced]

@heirofhermes | starter call

The one thing he retained from his 'life' as a 'knight' was the wandering aspect. It's difficult to fulfill self-flagellation when glued to the same area, there's only so much repenting he can do when there's nothing left to solve, and when everyone he's wordlessly beginning to forgive him in the stead of those he'd killed have begun realizing what he's doing.

Atoning, isn't quite the right word for it.

Mostly because the connotations of it sound just too righteous for Ajay's ears.

In spite of this forced-upon propensity for travel, there are certain areas, whole specs of continent that Ajay finds particular difficulty spending any significant amount in.

Even though the United States are certainly and always a good hot-spot to find trouble to perhaps become a solution to.

Not this time around. This time around he's dealing with a kind of people he's never met, and wounds closing precariously slow. The blood still trickles more than it seeps, but it trickles for a while, and where he'd use to have small spots, the side of his head is still warm with red. There's a bloody hand-print on the wall he'd supported himself against and a confused, frightened look on his face as he stares ahead, trying to ignore the phantom weight of a dead body.

The path of the executioner continues to lay itself down before him, a lover beckoning to be embraced, he never wants to take a life again, then why does he keep adding names to the list of fallen he'd felled?

"I didn't mean to," his hands come together, flex awkwardly in the unconscious habit of a blade between them before he extends his incriminating palms in what he hopes is a defensive, placating stance, all but begging the new arrival to not force him into a rerun of the last twenty minutes.

"Listen to me, please, there's no point to this."

[arachnidiots]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @darehearts sent : ❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜

“you sound like a friend of mine.” she swears those words have fallen out of andie’s mouth on one occasion or another. their own philosophy is not so different. to help, to bring relief— what greater responsibility and honor is there? again and again, liam claws at love and hope for survival because everything will turn out alright. she’ll make sure of it, and she’ll do it till she can’t, and then maybe some more after that too she thinks. it’s optimism through gritted teeth. “she’s pretty big on that stuff, spreading kindness and… the feel-good stuff.” at one point or another, liam was too.

“i’m hoping i only have to ask this once, i mean i’ll keep asking if you say no until i wear you down, but you kinda seem like someone i don’t have to ask this a whole bunch so… think you can lend a hand with the uh,” their head tilts, “killer robot aliens?”

[therighthandofvengeance]

What I have to say to you this June based on your favorite of John Sheridan’s wives:

I. Elizabeth Lochley

🌈 happy pride 🌈

II. Anna Sheridan

🌈 happy pride 🌈

III. Delenn of Mir

🌈 happy pride 🌈

[spockvarietyhour]

Stargate Universe "Deliverance"

[banterbears]

if tumblr had a hotkey to queue posts instead of instantly reblogging them, you would not see annie spam the dashboard w 20 posts in a row before disappearing

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Don't "MURICA" me today unless you look like this.

Happy 4th of July (to those who celebrate)

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

Tweak's notes

Seriously, who abandons a town just to spite a business rival? Mr. Emmett Reaves, rail baron! Like, symbolism! Literally giving up PROSPERITY to dance on Orville Fall's grave! He re-named the town FALL'S END! So petty! What a dingus.

This town needs a new name. Off the top of my head: Newtown Kirbyburg (Kirburg?) Bartertown Shittsburg Mannekinsville

A note by Aaron »Tweak« Kirby, found in Prosperity. ❇︎ Notes of Hope County