#i love christmas garden

[naffeclipse]

This is dedicated again to @o-cinnamonstickz! Happy Birthday, babe! I hope you have a lovely day and eat lots of good food! I love you! <3

A Garden Of Garlic

Part 3: In The Reflections of Sunlight

Vampire!Sun x Y/N (SFW)

The gentle gallop of your heart pushes against your ribs. You peer between the towering shadow cast by the orphanage and a narrow shop just beside it, a dark alleyway sitting like a slumbering beast in between. Its great maws are open in a silent yawn. When you step closer in an instinct you cannot name, a slight scuffle echoes before a man’s scream is quickly cut short.

Word Count: 11,800~ Warnings: Please see tags/warnings.

[iluminaughter]

Wirt become Christmass

Idk, I wanted to draw it in reference to this EP, it is an absolute tradition to listen to it at these holidayss

🎄Merry Christmas everyone!🎄

[5hrignold]

quit doing that

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

mwahahaha.. -w-

[tenspontaneite]

Apparently I can't do plastic Christmas trees anymore because Kia DESPERATELY wants to eat them lmao

[gerarddraws]

Quick color study of the pumpkin I carved this year 🎃

[nettleandthorne]

You say there's only some notes in ariadne is clockwork, but if it's not too nosy, would you like to share one or two ? :]

sure! it's something i really do want to write eventually, so i'm happy to talk about what little i have.

- ariadne: an remarkably lifelike clockwork automaton built to be a gardener; she lives within a vast glasshouse that she maintains and cares for

- almost my fair lady; ariadne is noticed by someone who is amazed by how lifelike she is, and he attempts to pass her off as a real young woman - note: eliza doolittle's 'what am i fit for? what have you left me fit for?' ariadne grows too used to being treated as real to want to return to living as an automaton, but is never real enough to feel as though she fits. what is she fit for when she's too alive for clockwork and too rigid to be alive?

- does she go back to the garden? is that what she wants? could she ever go back?

that's pretty much all i have! it's a story inspired by my own experiences growing up in all-girls school and not knowing that i was autistic, and now struggling to understand where i fit in autistic communities after years spent masking. ariadne is already very close to my heart, and i'd love to write her someday. thank you for this ask! <3

[jeremybearimyy]

so gay.... all the time.... so much yearning....

[beepbeepdespair]

GOD i wish i had the power and/or contacts to get people performance roles. there's a busker out today and she is one of the best fucking singers i have ever heard i'm not joking. she did i will always love you and i cried in a shop bc it was so beautiful. someone needs to put her in their musical right now

[pyrriax]

hey guys im back at it again with the horrible levels of s4 zam brainrot. um.

did i manage to somehow make this song about him in my head? yes! yes i did. and i cannot be normal about it.

[walterdecourceys]

best part of the dc botanical gardens is that no one goes there. it'll be jam-packed at natural history and then you walk down the road to the botanical gardens and they're Empty

[hydrasango]

a wip

the reason it is still a wip :/

[frowny-clowny]

ITS A BABY!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH OUUUUUOUOUOU BABABABBAYYYYY

christmas beetle season‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

wahoo! hooray!

[always-blogging]

Trick or treat!! ;)

oh what a sweet little message! I had no internet for a couple of days but here, for u:

[lizardho]

I was like 11-12 years old when I figured out at a boring-ass church activity that you could put rocks into little plastic spoons and then pelt people who annoyed me with them. I did this for the rest of the activity, and at Sunday dinner the next night was bragging about my victory (cornering the mean kid who picked on my youngest brother and pelting him with rocks). One of my cousins was like “no way, that sounds SO fun! Let’s do that RIGHT NOW!” So we grabbed spoons and went and got pebbles from the back yard and launched them at each other.

The problem was my grandma sold her soul for the world’s most resilient plastic spoons so we could launch those fuckers HARD. I gave out welts like candy on Halloween, and I got them back in kind.

So we resorted to taking cover and giggling until we got whacked, then yelping, then returning fire.

My cousin hid in my grandpa’s little fishing boat. It was a good boat, but simple and honestly underused. We didn’t know the little windows on it, meant to keep the wind out of my grandpa’s face while he drove, were cracking. However, they were definitely cracking. Eventually it became obvious and we realized we had been being dumb.

This was NOT the first time in my life I’d been dumb roughhousing and broken something, and I had developed a reputation in my family as being “suicidally honest” so I was the one to deliver the bad news. My grandpa let out a pretty good chuckle and said it was OK, tousled my hair, and asked my grandma to bring me cake. I am not kidding. I learned later he hated his boat and only bought it for his kids’ sakes, since he thought everyone needed to know how to fish. At the time though I was just bewildered and pleased at my good fortune. FINALLY, at long last, being honest and telling the truth about breaking something expensive was getting me cake. I knew if I kept trying it would eventually serve me, and now so had CAKE. I was pleased as could be.

My dad, on the other hand, was livid. He LOVED that boat. He spent several weeks each summer recovering from breaking ribs in that boat every year for about 7 years prior to this incident. He had great memories and memories that boat. So he told my Grandma NO cake for me AND that I’d be coming by this weekend to fix stuff around the house and pay for the broken window with my babysitting/lawn mowing money.

Obviously I was devastated, but that felt more in-line with the way things normally went when I broke something expensive so I just figured it was OK. My grandpa gave my grandma a look and sadly said “Ok, have her here on Saturday to help me with some yard work.”

That Saturday my dad woke me up at 6:00 sharp and drove me, sleepy and bewildered, to my grandpa’s house. He was mumbling under his breath the whole time but he thought he was teaching me consequences for my actions so he was ultimately OK with it.

We get to my grandpa’s house at 6:15. My grandpa is outside with a ladder hanging Christmas lights. The lawn is freshly mowed, the trees and garden are weeded and well-tended to, the carnations in the front yard look immaculate, and my grandpa has this giddy mischievous look on his face. He tells me he was so excited that I was coming over that he couldn’t sleep, so he did all the yard work himself. He asked me to help him put up Christmas lights and decorate the Christmas tree, which I did, then said that because I was such a good helper I could have some pancakes for breakfast. I was sent home with the slice of cake I had been denied the week before, wrapped to keep it as fresh as possible.

The whole way home my dad looked a little miffed, but told me that he was glad I had been honest and was proud of me for helping grandpa. I know he wanted me to Learn a Lesson™️the cowboy way, like he had as a kid, but didn’t have much room to complain since I’d still been Put To Work.

I think that was a lesson for both of us, although I’m not totally sure what it was supposed to show me. I think it was my grandpa’s way of showing my dad that discipline without tenderness doesn’t count as much. He died last year and I miss him terribly, as does my dad. I hope that my story of victory, drama, punishment, and ultimately a secret second victory is meaningful to someone else out there, but if not it still means a lot to me ❤️

[superconductivebean]

#526

speaking of singers that are almost sound-a'-likes to a particular character's VA

i've found one for Chuck Huber (the VA of android 13 I believe and for Hiei; i know him as Tassiter's VA, from bоrderlands), Michael Ball. i couldn't tell them apart honestly.

quest unlocked: find the one for sharp. his voice, the timbre and how it changes, is hardly anything i've came across (and i love deep voices). leskinen so far's the closest

if i find one and it'll be yet another sway im reconsidering my everything oh my god