#verse: for good

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

Elphaba squeezes Glinda’s hand back, watching intently as she looks away and begins to speak. Her heart sinks as she brings up the night that Fiyero had run away with her. In the time since, she had replayed that moment in her head repeatedly, wondering if there was any way she could have acted differently to save them all the pain that had followed. She had never asked Fiyero to go with her, but he had, and it felt good for someone to have chosen her for once, and to have put her first.

But she never stopped thinking about Glinda, and what seeing them leaving together must have done to her. As she described that hurt now, and what it had led her to do, she was stunned. Nessa’s death was another thing that she kept reliving in her head again and again, wondering what she could have done differently to prevent it.

“No…no, Fiyero is…he’s still alive, Glinda. You didn't kill him. I saved him—I figured out a spell to protect him. Do you remember the scarecrow?” she asks, instinctively taking her hand again. “And Nessa…Nessa’s death isn’t your fault. It’s Madame Morrible’s—and the Wizard’s. You didn’t know what they would do. If I had been faster, maybe I would have gotten to her in time. Or better yet, if I hadn’t run in the first place. But the point is I don’t blame you, and you can’t blame yourself.”

Elphaba smiles reassuringly and kisses her fiancée’s forehead. She figured that this would be an emotional night for both of them, with so many years they had spent apart, and so many things unsaid. And although they would have the rest of their lives to make up for that time, that didn’t take away the pain. Those memories would always be there, but Elphaba was determined to create newer, happier memories.

She ran her other hand along Glinda’s arm before taking her hand and raising it to her lips tenderly. “What is it, my sweet?”

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

@glindarling

It had been a brilliant plan, really. Elphaba was almost ashamed that she hadn’t thought of it herself. It had been Fiyero’s idea to use the rumors that had spread about water being the only thing capable of destroying her in order to fake her death, so that she could escape to a life of anonymity, far away from Oz. It was not the life she had planned for herself, certainly not the one she had hoped for all those years ago on the train to the Emerald City. It was not at all what she had imagined when she had enchanted a broom in that attic and taken flight for the first time. Back then, she had felt unlimited. But time and the reality of fighting alone for so many years had shown her just how limited she was.

She only wished that she could have told Glinda the truth before she left. Fiyero had insisted that she couldn’t, that it wouldn’t have been safe, and although she knew that he was being rational, the decision still weighed on her. So, a few days after she had ‘died’, she had written a note that had simply read:

Glinda,

I’m sorry. I had to let everyone think that I was gone, but know that I’m alive—and I can never come back to Oz. Please remember what I said and do not come looking for me.

She had ensured that the letter could not be tracked before sending it on its way with magic, and had intended for that to be the end of that. But her mind kept wandering back to Oz, and to Glinda, above all.

It was a month before her curiosity got the better of her.

She needed to see what had happened, whether Oz would ever be safe again. And more than that—most of all—she wanted to see Glinda. And that was why she found herself stepping onto her balcony in the middle of the night, broomstick in hand.

[soranatus]

The Spider Target By Dan Martins, a character designer and illustrator

[indigonite]

Never thought I’d want Hobie Brown, Kim Kitsuragi and Barbie interacting but here we are

[lesyabb]

♡✮⋆˙ inspired by fanfic "A Memory of Eden"

[jollyveesworld]

Pain that brings you closer to God is always better than any comfort that keeps you away from Him.

[catwyk]

These were rabbits once. Hundreds, if not thousands, of rabbits. An impenetrable, twisting mass of hunger. The sound is unceasing. Chukka-chukka-chukka

timelapse below !!

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[livingfortheheartofchrist]

“How long has this been happening to him?” Jesus asked his father.

“From childhood,” he said. “And many times it has thrown him into fire or water to destroy him. But if you can do anything, have compassion on us and help us.”

“Jesus said to him, “‘If you can’? Everything is possible for the one who believes.”

‭‭Mark‬ ‭9‬:‭21‬-23

[babybirbb]

i don’t know what’s funnier: spidernoir and spider-ham being invited to the spider society and them turning it down, or just straight up not being invited to join lmao

[xxplastic-cubexx]

GORGEOUS DRAWING OMG YOU'RE SO TALENTED MATE!!!

We need more Magneto protecting his Charles with all his will>>>>>

thank you much my friend !!!!!!!!! might i offer you a small gift..

and a bonus. if you will.

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

A 16 year old Orion crawled into his Mom's bed with little warning. It was late, but the light in his Moms room was on. He just needed a little comfort.

Elphaba was reading, as she so often did before bed, when she heard footsteps approaching. They were too heavy to be Glinda's, and she smiled as the bed dipped beside her as their son climbed in. "Couldn't sleep?" she asked, taking off her reading glasses.

[sulfurzee]

Prophet of the River

[potato-lord-but-not]

quit my job last week and thus gathered up all my work doodles !! thought it’d be fun to share a year’s worth of sillies :)

[jollyveesworld]

Jesus still loves you when you don't understand what He's doing, when you're tired of waiting, if you struggle with your mental health, if you haven't spent time with Him today, if you struggle to love yourself even if you have nothing left to give. He still loves you.

[technically-human]

The case of the lighthouse leapers

That's right, more Niko angst, but most importantly, more Niko and Charles bonding! This is the beginning of the improvement for their relationship, finally.

This was, of course, a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are