#in my HANDS

[howlsofbloodhounds]

This audio literally runs through my head every time I look at the drawing of Killer sleeping.

Art by rahafwabas but seriously lookathimlookathimLOK

[frnkiebby]

r a t~🎃

[jellysnail-draws]

~ 😈

[c0rduroyqu33n]

Wally with caterpillar apple mug 🍎🐛

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[zeezeebum]

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands) [2000]

[picturebookshelf]

Hi! I just found your blog and i'm in love! Been scrolling through it for a good hour now 😅 I was wondering if you could help me find my holy grail book. Here goes nothing: I borrowed a book about witches when I was about 10 or 11 (2005-2006) and i can recall it being large in size and filled with an encyclopaedic 'knowledge' about witches and stunning handdrawn illustrations. I recall a full spread illustration of a group of old and gnarly witches joyously flying through the air on broomsticks...naked, with flabby bits all over! Quite a humorous sight and that forever left an impression on me. It talked about all the nitty gritty, about witches husbands etc...

I have been looking all over for this book but have never, ever, found it anywhere... almost to the point i wonder if i imagined it... Does it sound like anything you've encountered?

I'm glad you've been enjoying the blog, I appreciate that! delights me to know that other people are enjoying it (❁´◡`❁) I'm admittedly biased, but I love scrolling through a bunch of nice book illustrations

This book isn't ringing any specific bells for me... it made me think a bit of Brian Froud's artbooks, how it's set up like a "field guide" of a mythical creatures and he tends to not shy away from nudity in depicting his subjects, but I checked goodreads and it looks like he mostly does fairies and goblins and the like.

From some googling, the most promising option I came across was The Coffee Table Book of Witchcraft and Demonology by Paul Huson, published in 1973, so it's the sort of thing that might have been kicking around the back corner of a public library in 2005 (though probably not a school library) and it seems leans heavily into the encyclopedic side of things

[evilhorse]

In my hands…

(Nexus: The Liberator #2)

[bluwus-art]

I gotta have this man

[v2isfuckingdead]

thinking about like. weathered beaten worn hands. and also really soft unblemished hands. like. yes please. please

[idkfitememate]

Just watched the little fucking trailer thingy for Natlan.

ARE WE GONNA GET DRAGONS??? ARE WE GONNA BECOME DRAGONS??? IS THERE THE SLIMMEST CHANCE WE MAY BECOME A DRAGON OR OWN MULTIPLE??? I WANT A DRAGON!! GIMME NOW 🤲🏾

[ruthbaderjaneway]

Don't fall away

And leave me to myself

Don't fall away

And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[wormin-time]

ANNABBETH CHASE!!!!! ANANABSTEH CHASE ANNABTEH CHASE !!!C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I originally made this as a birthday thing for her but that was awhile ago …. I love u annabeth

[sourweather-fics]

Will leans in the bedroom's threshold, keeping his weight carefully off of his bad shoulder. It's midday, but the light within is low and warm, the sickly yellow light coming from a lamp on the bedside table while the windows stay covered by thick curtains. He sniffs, and takes in the room's ever-present scent of sea salt and death. It never dissipates, no matter how long Will leaves the fan on and the windows open. It just clings to the bed. Or perhaps, to the figure resting inside. "Are you going to come in? Or are you waiting for an invitation?" The voice that beckons him is rough, rasping. Will doesn't flinch. "How are you feeling?" he asks. Hannibal shifts slightly as Will approaches the bedside, grimacing at his own discomfort. "Restless," he confesses with a soft grunt. "I've never been overly fond of confinement." The two of them exchange a tense glance, Hannibal's accusatory and Will's just thoroughly unamused. Will sighs, grabbing the medical kit on the nightstand and kneeling beside Hannibal on the bed. "You'll be able to get up soon. You know how this works— the less patient you are, the longer it'll take. Now let's change those dressings, yeah?" It's obvious that Hannibal wants to volley back, but he bites his tongue, lying back against his mountain of pillows. At the other man's surrender, Will sets to work.