#marisa talks

[beagleamarelos]

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[milkywaypixies]

after what? hundreds of years, I drew Marisa again

[lab-practicum]

unemployed girl swag

[lesbotron6000]

watching His Dark Materials for the first time and Marisa Coulter you have charmed me, you are very interesting to me and I would've liked to hit you with a shovel

[incorrect-touhous-2]

Reimu having to hose down Marisa before she sets foot in the shrine because she lives in the middle of a forest, never cleans her house, constantly experimenting with mushrooms and herbs, always running around getting dirty and working up a sweat, lives like a hoarder and hasn’t showered in a week

[tragicotps]

"I have also enjoyed what you did with mrs. Coulter, cause I’m a big fan of His dark materials. I read those books growing up and then getting to see the show, that is something so totally different from this. With the fantasy, the war on God and all that kind of thing. I mean, how do you go between projects like this and would you like to do that again on that kind of large scale?" (x)

[casualavocados]

Please.

HIS DARK MATERIALS 3.01 | The Enchanted Sleeper

[running-tweezers]

Good Morning

A short Damien/Huxley ficlet that wouldn’t leave my head until I put it out into the world

(This is also my very first post on ao3 if you’d like to read it there)

Damien’s relationship with sleep had always been less than ideal.

Until now.

Damien’s relationship with sleep had always been less than ideal.

Even as a kid, he spent nights awake, under his comforter reading library books by flashlight, listening intently for his mom’s footsteps down the hallway. It was an escape, a time when he could be alone, with no eyes on him. No one around to expect anything of him. He could forget about that less than stellar mark on his history test and his mom’s disappointed glance, and just lose himself in a story. No stakes. No pressure. The night was his time.

He would eventually wake in the morning, with his book still in hand and the flashlight on the floor, with only the foggiest memories of drifting to sleep.

Growing into a teenager, that expectation started to cling to him, refusing to loosen its grip. It dug its claws into what was previously his only hours of peace. The quiet freedom of the darkness was traded for late night study sessions. The reading he did for his own joy was traded for dull textbooks, impenetrable blocks of information to brute force into his head. He had to. He had no other choice.

After those nights, he would startle awake at the sound of his alarm. His back and neck twisted into impossible painful positions, his head planted on the desk, with no recollection of when he finally gave out.

Nowadays, he wished he could say with confidence that those late nights were behind him. A good sleep schedule was important, and he knew that. But old habits die hard. The problem was never staying asleep. Once he was out, he stayed that way. The issue was falling asleep in the first place. It was still all too common for him to glance at his phone after hours of tossing and turning to see 3 AM staring back at him in the bright light.

He had tried everything. He diligently monitored his screen time before bed, and saw no improvement. Changing the temperature of the room did nothing, his core always kept him warm anyway. He wasn’t skilled enough at dreamwalking magic to do any good. Counting sheep was laughable. Breathing exercises proved useless. Taking melatonin worked alright for a while, but night after night he could feel the effectiveness waning. Earplugs, ASMR, chamomile tea, aromatherapy, there was nothing he wasn't willing to try. And nothing made a bit of difference.

Except one.

Huxley had no problems with sleep. Within minutes of his head hitting the pillow, he was out like a light. Sleeping like a rock. It would almost be funny if it didn’t make him so jealous. Falling asleep that quickly seemed unfathomable to him, but since moving in with Hux, he got to witness it every night.

But that wasn’t all he got.

Now he had Huxley’s arm draped over his waist. The soft sensation of skin pressed up against his back. The rise and fall of his chest. That quiet, rhythmic breathing had started to lull Damien closer to sleep without even trying. He sunk deeper and deeper under the gentle weight of that arm around him. When Hux pulled him closer, curling around him, it only pulled him further into drowsiness. Huxley’s lips absently brushing the top of his head was the final push over the edge into a peaceful night.

Now when he wakes he’s content and well rested, as he rolls over to see an already smiling face. The first thing he hears is that deep, sleepy morning voice that immediately fills him with more warmth than even his core can provide.

“Mornin’ Dames.”

And damn, did that ever make it a good morning.

[waffliesinyoface]

was thinking more about youkai-ification while in the shower, and you know what's the best part of it, IMO?

not realizing it's happening.

it starts off with small subtle personality changes, which could be noticeable to any of your friends, but to you? it's so slow that for you it's just your new normal. you've always been like this, right?

you don't notice that anything is different until one day when you look in the mirror and realize that your eyes haven't always been red.

what else might have changed? can you even tell?

[sharkieboi]

little details, I love that as soon as Mrs. Coulter is introduced to the idea that she can wear pants she never voluntarily wears a skirt or dress for the rest of the series

[mxrisacoulter]

2.07 // 3.04

[beagleamarelos]

hey!!! so i noticed you guys starting to follow me recently after i posted that beatles drawing with martha, there's been some really nice comments on my drawings and im feeling really suprised and happy about all of this!! :')

i have been drawing my silly stuff for a while but didnt believe much in myself for a long time. i used to draw fanart back on deviantart and over there i had some nice feedback! but i stopped believing in my art after adulthood hit, and only now in my late 20s i started feeling like i can make this work.

so yeah!! i just wanna thank you guys so much because i tried to take art more seriously this year and im getting such good feedback here on tumblr :D i wanna draw more beatles fanart and other stuff i like and share here and see if i can get some commissions, see what happens.. i dunno im just happy and i feel like this can work :') thank you so much for the support, i will keep drawing!!

here's a lil drawing i did for you as a way to express what i feel! thats it, see ya soon :D

[solisvalentine]

miscellaneous sketches of different street fighters :)

[mykashg]

Do you know who I could have been in this world?

HIS DARK MATERIALS 2.05 “The Scholar” (2020)

[morbotipo]

Marisa Paredes a través del cine de Almodóvar:

· Entre Tinieblas, 1983

· Tacones Lejanos, 1991

· La Flor De Mi Secreto, 1995

· Todo Sobre Mi Madre, 1999

· Hable Con Ella, 2002 (cameo)

· La Piel Que Habito, 2011

[incorrect-touhous-2]

Why does the common fan interpretation of Rin Satsuki kinda look like reimu & Marisa fused. Or their fan kid

Like do you see what I’m getting at