#picked fresh

[vnynv]

cracking the code to daily chores

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[contamination-zone]

my singular useless hc that doesn't actively add to his story/work towards something I think. I just think its neat

[theacademiccottage]

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, “

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[dantesmelancholicshitpost]

I was just now debating who should receive my therapy bills for the kiss scene in ep6...

Ofc there is David Tennant, full of desperation, grasping at straws. We cannot see his eyes, but we know damn well that they are watery and full of fear and awareness that this may be his last chance.

But then there is Michael Sheen whose conflicted attitude already prompted me to write a (not so) short analysis in my notes. Aziraphale whose yearning and longing for Crowley is so palpable, whose hands look for some sort of contact and embrace, whose pain we can see so clearly when he pushes Crowley away and whose entire body language is just filled with dilemmas, with antonyms, whose internal conflict is so tangible.

And then there is Neil, the mastermind. The one who is there pulling the strings. The one who made this scene a parallel of the scene from s1 where Crowley pushes Aziraphale to the wall, saying "I'm not nice", but this time he just wants him to understand, that Aziraphale is nice, more than nice, moreover that Crowley MAY BE nice, but they are just not fit for Heaven, they belong only in eachother. And the hurt after Aziraphale doesn't accept this unspoken but so clearly communicated argument...

In conclusion, they should just split it

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[hexcia]

Fresh but he's got a robot body

[unexpectedbrickattack]

short king and his shorter kings

[kingmaxstatic]

[Holding back autism] Yeah man I dunno the squid sisters are pretty cool.

[Do not tag as ship!]

[forgettingcrowbin]

Happy Birthday to me!!!!

I‘m sorry I‘ve been so inactive, maybe I will start picking it up again soon, who knows lol

[somestreptomyces]

“Ah…I have missed the sun,” Caleb murmured, a soft smile warming his face even further.

Essek did not realize, until this moment, just how much he had missed it as well.

POV you're Essek Thelyss and you are about to realize you are hopelessly in love.

A scene from the last chapter of my fic In the Dark with No Stars to Guide. I had such a strong image of this scene in my mind, I had to draw it.

[skinreflectsthesun]

🖤

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul Legacy would love picking berries with you in the summer. they don't really have same thing in Snezhnaya- yes, there are fruit that still thrive in the endless winter, but they're difficult to find and even worse to actually obtain. he's more used to ice fishing at all times of the year, so you're met with a curious chitter and head tilt when you ask Legacy if he wants to go pick some fruit with you. of course he still goes, the sun just beginning to set beneath the sea and the breeze warm and comforting. Legacy's wings begin to flutter when he sees the bushes and trees full of fruit, ripe sunsettias and apples and berries all around, happy chirps slipping from his fanged maw.

it's blessedly cool as the sun goes down, a relief from the warm temperatures of summer. fireflies begin to flicker on and off around the grass and trees, your baskets quickly filling with both you and Foul Legacy's hands at work- although you'll admit that more fruit is ending up in your mouth than in the baskets, and from the little trills and munches you're hearing, the same is true for Legacy. even after the berries are all neatly packed away you stay outside, sitting beside your Abyssal moth monster as he rolls around in the grass, a few lightning bugs perching in his lilac fluff. he lightly tugs you down to join him, a purr immediately starting in his chest as he looks up at you and gives you a slow, adoring blink.

you smile softly, pressing a berry against his maw, and his long tongue flicks as he playfully clacks his teeth together, giving your hand a few cheeky licks under the light of the rising moon.

[too-many-lavellans]

Felt reinvigorated enough the other night to finally get a coloured image of Paragon's attire done, feels good man.

[inkedscript]

She was having a time(!)

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[mywastelandperfection]