#lady-made-of-glass

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Think I’ve finally figured out why Daniel Craig is trending

This image has become a meme in comparing him to a banker / accountant / antiques dealer / European MP, university professor etc etc (whilst also acknowledging the sexiness ofc)

Why does he keep accidentally creating viral memes and he doesn’t even know 😭😭

[pybun]

I FINALLY KNOW WHAT HE SOUNDS LIKE 👁👁

[acourtofquestions]

— EoS Chapter 57 in summary — 😂

[cosmichorrorlesbians]

He said to me, "Child, I'm afraid for your soul

These things that you're after, they can't be controlled."

(Morrigan & Dr Reid are from the beautiful mind of my beloved friend & dnd player @thedapperraven.)

[cheezyharu]

My guilding- *EPIC TRUMPET DROP*

Ack. Took a while to crank out these two. Mostly cause I struggled a bit on how to color these 2, especially AC.

[datamodel-of-disaster]

[thewillowoaklady]

I made a thing. It'll be available on ebay, etsy, and fb marketplace by Monday.

It's made with glass, stone, and bamboo beads, gem chips, natural quartz crystal spires and polished agate slices that are wrapped in wire. The wood pieces were carved out of reclaimed wood. The blue paint has glitter so they sparkle in the sun.

I spent about a week doing this between work and I'm really happy with it. I enjoyed making this. I hope it sells. There was definitely a learning curve for a few days.

I'm going to make some smaller ones. Probably 1 to 3 strings in different themes and styles. They'll be available for sale as I finish them.

[blu3boi]

happy everyone likes my silly lil designs and art -w- these girls are still in my brain all the time and i saw a tag on my original art that rairty and pinkie make bracelets together and i just wanted to draw them hanging out in pairs :3!!! maybe i’ll draw them all at a sleepover someday cuz ough i have thoughts

[krowiathemythologynerd]

I'm in a good mood today

[fictionadventurer]

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[lady-made-of-glass]

“Kada veliki trenutak zakuca na vrata vašeg života, često nije glasniji od otkucaja vašeg srca i vrlo ga je lako propustiti.”

— Boris Pasternak

[z0mbride]

performed my first postmortem care like 30 minutes ago hoopla

[acourtofquestions]

For better viewing🙃 Pic Crew “PanQueQues Maker”

[rudy-redd]

Im still not over the dream i had the other day that was dramatic and dark. I couldnt take it seriously when, in the dream, i was told the cautionary story of "a femboy named Funyun" who was forced to pour lemonade till he snapped and he got ran over, like several times. They wanted him dead.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

AilessWhumptober 23 - 17 Heat stroke

Near Unbreakable 2/2

Part 1 here !

In which Badass Lady realizes how serious her situation is, and it's not gonna get better any soon. However...

tw: heat stroke, lady whump, locked in a small space, fainting, glass shards, gun (very brief mention)

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She shook herself. Okay, fine, it was a greenhouse. So what ? She was going to be a little hot until the sunset, that was all. All she had to do – all she was able to do- was taking it easy. If she wasn’t moving too much and taking sips of water from time to time, it was going to be fine. She could take it.

She took her phone and tried to distract herself with letter games. Soon enough, she realized that the characters seemed blurred and the puzzles harder than usual, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to keep on. Not doing anything was worse and it was impossible to sleep with the heat.

A little later, Whumper came in the garden to check on her. He saluted her with a glass full of ice cubes, finished his drink in a gulp, and left something in the grass by the door. When he was gone, she stepped closer to see what it was. He had printed for her the weather forecast for the afternoon. It was going to be 40°C – or, if you’d rather, 103°F.

Despite the scorching sun, she felt her hair raising on the back of the neck. Okay, fine: she could not take it. If it was going to be this hot outside, this wasn’t a question of stoically enduring a little heat. It was a question of how the hell she was going to survive inside, where it was likely to get much, much hotter.

She crouched and examined the door. As far as she could judge, it was made of stainless steel. She wouldn’t be able to break it.

Well then. Time to make a little property damage. Her combat boots would protect her from the shards. She stood up and kicked the transparent walls as hard as she could. The glass...cracked. She blinked.

The hell ? It would have sent a man to a hospital !

She kicked again, again, and again, and at least she was able to make a hole near the door. Her hand, wrapped in a scarf she’d been sure she would not need – thanks Mediator, again - went through the aperture and tried to grab the lock. You needed a key to open it. She stared for a moment, her heart beating too fast in her chest. For a minute, she couldn’t decide if she was overwhelmed by panic or anger.

She didn’t hesitate long.

Her feet hit the glass with a strength that would have killed a human. She was furious. She was mad at the bastard who had sent her in a death trap, but she was almost as mad at herself for willfully walking in, for not listening to Leader when he’d warned her, for mocking Mediator when he’d tried to take care of her. She’d be damned if she was going to let herself burn without a fight. Her phone was still on the floor, but she ignored it. Calling the police or 911 would have put the mission at risk. No way. So she kicked and she kicked.

When she stopped, on the verge of fainting, there was several holes in the glass panel. Which was...better than nothing. It created a draft, and the air from outside seemed almost fresh compared to the greenhouse from hell. It was still far from enough to let her out.

She took a breather, drinking small sips, rationing her water. The frame was made of aluminum extrusions, and it was even harder to break than this damn glass – what was it made of, anyway ? So even if she did shatter the whole panel, she wasn’t sure she could fit in the aperture. This was her best plan, though - mostly because it was her only one.

Her lids were very heavy, but she shook herself. If she felt asleep, she wasn’t sure she would wake up. Wrapping her hands in the scarf again, she tried to break little shards to connect the holes she had made. It was getting hotter. She heard herself pant as if it was another person near her. Her throat hurt, like someone was gently squeezing it. It was getting harder to think, too – but that didn’t matter because her work demanded little intellectual effort. She looked at the hour on her phone, realized how early it was, and cried a little. Then she wiped out her tears, scolded herself for losing water this way, and kicked the glass again.

This time she made significant progress. Apart from little shards, the panel was gone for good. She had now an opening which was forty centimeters wide and one meter long, more or less. A mirthless laugh escaped her lips. Mediator could have fit in without difficulty. Leader might have made it, as some of her teammates. Nearly everyone, expect for her. On the other hand, that meant she could easily reach out the objects from outside.

The wheelbarrow, for example.

A satisfyingly short time later, a second glass panel was gone from the world and some aluminum extrusions looked more curved. She took a deep breath, put her bag outside, and tried to pass through. She didn’t wipe the sweat off her forehead – it’d been a while since she’d stopped sweating. It was not easy to try to fit in. She winced as several shards brushed her skin, and twisting to avoid the aluminum rods made her stomach curl with pain. Once she was finished, she bent in two to fight a fit of nausea.

But she was out. Wonderfully, gloriously, she was out. Her first thought was to find the bastard to make him pay. Her second thought was she wouldn’t be able to make it. She had one or two minutes before fainting. Her bag in one hand, she limped to a tree, laid under it, and collapsed for good.

Whumper did not get out before several hours, because of the heat. Anxious to know if Second-in-command was still alive, he trotted to the greenhouse and stopped right in his tracks when he realized its state. After considering to run in the other direction as far as he could (and possibly never stop, ever), his pulse slowed down when he peeked at the unconscious woman by the tree. Judging by her expression and the spots of red on her skin, she was in pain.

“You have to admit I didn’t touch a hair on your head,” he told her. “You kinda brought this on yourself.”

After examining her for a few minutes, a smirk appeared on his face.

“You know, it’s not right to sleep outside like this, sweetheart,” he cooed. “You need to cover up.”

He entered in the house and went out with an armful of blankets. Wool blankets, fur blankets, polyester blankets – the kind of fabric that kept you warm and toasty during even the coldest of winters. He dumped them all on her, making sure that none of the layers let any draft in. She did not react, apart from a very low moan of agony and a shudder that did not free her from anything. He smiled.

“Can’t wait to watch the end of this,” he whispered.

“My thoughts exactly.”

He froze. A gun clicked behind him. He looked at the sky and groaned.

“Ah. Right. Sunset.”

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Back to Whump/Horror Masterlist.

[kaoharu]

ok actually i love telling everhone everything abt me so