#let me know if u want smth else!!!

[sacrificialflowers]

ezekiel cuts his eyes over to the other in the shop, slow & deliberate movements as he cuts over fabric, moving sewing needles & thread off to his side table. the atmosphere is icy, & he is not pleased with their presence there. today, he thinks the sky has peeled open to reveal the nothingness behind their world ; he thinks the other only serves purpose as a void. " you look well. "

starter for @r3dblccd .

[crow-quet]

rarishy kid? ✨🦋

rarishy!!!!! <3 i love this one so so so much and i adore their vibe so much!!!!! this one was such a fun one and i did a lot of playing with colors !!!!

[puppyeared]

if escape rooms as team building exercises became popular im not sure if id be more excited or terrified

[hurglewurm]

me: keeps drawing random one-off fanarts from things that aren't currently big at all

also me: why no notes on my arte

[bunnihearted]

ཻ۪۪♡.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

(guy who wants to write so bad but has been too busy to properly do anything for his longer/more-plot-heavy fics voice) anyone want to mess around and give me a mini fic prompt

[dandyshucks]

trying to tell other ppl about OCs is so hard and embarrassing, like yeah here's my automaton guy that I've been calling Empty Mask, yeah I nearly cried over the thought of him collecting broken porcelain dolls the other day, yeah he sounds kind of stupid but he's actually kind of a tragic character if u get to know his story,,,,,,

[toastsnaffler]

was gonna say smth else but this turned into a vent sorry everyone just ignore. typical weekend post on this blog u know how it is here we go👍

[autumnalhalcyon]

vaguely aggrivating, following someone who's advocating for a movement that, while agreeing with aspects of it, leaves you with questions and concerns, so you ask about it, making clear that you agree with many concepts stated, but also that you don't understand other concepts but want to, and instead of explaining their movement or even mentioning resources to look for, they just kinda. dodge my questions while making it out like im just some kind of idiot who "doesnt get it" and in a later post, tries to make me out to be downplaying suffering by asking genuine questions.

this is about antipsychology. terfs keep your grubby fucking mitts off my post.

[yunogf]

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[fightaers]

❛⠀i'm confident, you know. ❜ is he ? maybe he's lying. izuku certainly feels like he should be lying, because he had faced all-for-one before, and it's still— an image of terror. of destruction. of power and the endless greed to maintain it, to expand it by all means necessary, to squash any hope of opposing it. the thought of him, and what he stands for, and what he could do, has izuku's body seizes up in horror sometimes. that's when he usually has to remind himself how to breathe, and how to unclench his fists, and how to count back from ten again and again just to have some semblance of calm once more.

so what is he confident about ?

izuku's eyes lift up to the other, a smile mars his face — though it's softened by an exhaustion izuku feels would weigh him down for the next ten years. still, it is a smile. and it is earnest, and it is good. ❛⠀that we'll win this. your grandmother's will won't be in vain. ❜

@strdstd ♡ starter call !

[bunnihearted]

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[caruliaa]

will prob not start reading either for a while regardless el oh el but i have both six of crows and pride and prejudice so if anyone is reading this tell me which on u think i shld read first 👍🏽

[forgaeven1]

the cottage is small.

smaller than the mansion madge knew, with creaky wooden floors, cobweb bricks, and dusty furnitures. oddly, the kitchen is big enough to sit as many as ten people. or at least, the size of it had made her thought so, once. it isn't until later that abe told her that this was the house she'd intended to give to her son, a long time ago, if he'll ever get married. the son who grew to be a peacekeeper; the son who never came home. it's been left to rot ever since, or rather, it's been left for the vines to take over, for the weeds to eat up the front lawn. madge had not cared much then, the condition of the cottage; she was just baffled that abe had wanted her to use it for herself at all.

and, anyway - she could spew about the place she's been living in for as long as she wants, fact would still remain that the cottage is small. with only two bedrooms, two living spaces, one kitchen, and one shared bathroom, there isn't much room for one to escape to — unless you count the slowly-growing garden of strawberries and assortment of vegetables abe had encouraged her to grow in the backyard. perhaps one could easily hide behind the bushes there that she hadn't managed yet to sort, she barely knows how to, or between the fences that's half-wire and half-brick stones surrounding this secluded place. whatever it may be, there isn't much finnick odair, victor from district four, a member of the rebellion, could have gone without madge noticing.

and she does, as she steps into the house, the basket full of gardening tools are quickly set aside when she notices him attempting to sit up.

❛ don't move too quickly, ❜ she warns, crouching to his eye-level, as her own gaze sweep over his bandages. abe had said the pretty lad's lucky to be alive. their town's doctor had done all they could, of course. though ultimately, no one in two would be willing to host a rebel, let alone nurse them, with so many still somewhat a snow-sympathiser. so i thought i brought him here, abe had said, guilt marring her face as her glance drops away. he'll be gone soon enough, once he's up. i'll drop his meds every few days, when i could. just keep an eye on him, alright ? ❛ —you're badly injured. ❜

@mystictragedies — starter call

[zorkaya-moved]

@undescension — souma.

"You..." Zarina stops in her tracks, trying to find where her hat fell, but it settles in front of another woman. She looks quite pretty, the golden-eyed woman notes internally. Though, her appearance here should be kept a bit more of a secret with her hair hidden but the moment her hat flew off and it was a moment of 'it is what it is' instead of any concerns. A small smile appears on Sokolova's face as she gestures at the hat at the other's feet. "May I have it back?" Her voice is smooth and soft, her appearance remains pristine and elegant. "I'm a bit lost. Do you know where we are right now?" Better be seen as a pretty flower with her straw hat in the middle of summer and cute white dress with sandals.