#we're back babeyyy

[applesaucesims]

Louis could barely contain his excitement on the drive to the academy's student housing. His father had offered to drop him and his luggage off on his way to work. The bags contained mostly personal items and clothes, as everything else was already provided by the academy, so there were not too many of them, and Louis insisted that he could carry them inside without Niall's help. Still, it felt like any big move to another town would: It felt like a completely new chapter.

As his father drove off, Louis took in the view of the two adjacent buildings in front of him, stood near the academy by the seaside. The environment was not much different from his hometown, but the salty breeze he felt blowing through his hair was new. He took a deep breath of it, before making his way into the left building, which was designated to the boys, with the girls taking the one on the right.

On the inside, the house seemed quite simple, while still reminding you that this was the boarding of the town's prestigious ballet academy, with a piano and just enough space for some pre-class dance practice. But for now, this space was busy with the other students that had already arrived earlier.

With a smile on his face, Louis made his way upstairs to what would be his bedroom here, shared with the other boys of his class. Others had already stacked up their bags and hung up personal photographs.

César and Kavi had already claimed their spots, but Zachary had only arrived shortly before Louis, so it was up to the two of them to decide who would sleep in which of the two beds left. Zachary chose the bed near the door, while Louis preferred the one between him and César, making the choice an easy one.

After some catching up, Louis put up his own photographs on the wall that reminded him of his family and his best friend at home. Though, perhaps, this place was to be called his home now.

[tiktiktaalik]

AND buck back on a bike????

this ep really has it all!!!

[basedanddollpilled]

A doll that isn't given orders, has a lack of Purpose, which causes a lack of Stillness that transforms it into something Other

A monster, a broken doll, a marionette still moving with cut strings

An abandoned doll that remains a Living, unbeholden to any Witch former or future

What would a Thing made to follow orders do under its own autonomy? A terrifying thought.

Witches, remember to keep your dolls in line. Remember to exert your influence regularly. Do not Break your dolls by letting your hold on them fall. If you do not intend to pass them on to a responsible Witch, be sure to destroy them. They don't mind, it's what they're made for, to serve even to the point of destruction.

Be a responsible doll owner.

[beforemeteor]

Sephiroth lowered his hand holding out the basket. He doesn't allow it to rise up to his face from his tightening chest, but her words stung. Her eyes held what he could only describe as resentment. How did he not notice such a look before? Sephiroth grasped the front of his shirt where the locket would be and bowed his head in hurt.

"Should I?" He asked, looking back up at her. He dared to move closer and place down the basket between them. He moved back away to allow her to grab it. "I don't know you, or why you're afraid."

Was it his eyes? They had made eye contact before she had brought her walls up. However, It didn't explain her strange words. He studied her face and dug through his memories. He couldn't recall a time he had ever seen her. She was too young to be a lab assistant, and she definitely wasn't a P0 model nor an active SOLDIER model.

"Your hostility is unfounded. Why are you afraid?"

He doesn't react the way she expects him to. He doesn't laugh at, mock, or threaten her. When he speaks, it isn't the same condescending cadence that usually fills his tone. But even so, she still can't help but feel on edge about it all. Everything about him still felt incredibly wrong.

"You don't belong here though," she says, not moving to take her basket back. As far as she was concerned, he was only attempting to lure her in by having her lower her guard and it wouldn't work. Aerith takes a few steps back, keeping a distance between either of them.

"...You don't even know who I am, do you?" even as she asks the question, she doesn't know if she'll believe him regardless of what he says.

[literalite]

i now permit you to gaze into the sun

obviously inspired by the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel :DD

[kyberinfinitygems]

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[littlegayassbitch]

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[shoalclan-is-gone]

July

Stingraysun and Riptidetwist argue… A lot.

First // Last // Next

[spockvarietyhour]

Peter Weller

[watchingyoufromthestars]

comes here and sobs about missing Lovesong and then dissapears again

But wait, I can easily solve my own problem by reviving the Lovesong Ship Week project and finally releasing the prompt list... maybe sometimes soonish...

[coldflasher]

73 yards might be the most unnerving doctor who episode since midnight and i adored every unsettling, skin-prickling second of it omg

[first-frost-fallen-snow]

Suprise~

[letmeexplaineverything]

Magolor is busy at work, floating from spot to spot on his cart as he makes adjustments to the display. He’s repositioning crates, making sure the gem apples are sufficiently shiny, and- agh, are there still flower petals on the roof? All in all, it looks like he’s quite set on making his Shoppe look shipshape, until...

“Agh! How long have you been standing there?” He jumps, and before you can answer, he vanishes in a flash of magenta light, reappearing behind the Shoppe’s counter.

“My most sincere apologies, my dude, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up so soon!” Magolor seems to grin. “Now, what can I interest you in today?”

[mcl39]

You can have mcl38

oh my god thank u so so much!!!!!!!! ur the best genuinely

[andromedazach]

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[herbalremedied]

𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 a haze, disoriented, the rush of memories back to the mind like blood to the head after one has had the earth beneath them turned upside down. As knees buckle, steps staggered forth one unsteady foot at a time, the doctor braces an arm against what he belatedly realizes is the cold brick of one of the many buildings marking the beginning of ward Cotes, among the first standing away from the gaping abyss that is the center of Spirale. Through his glasses, the emerald locks hanging in strings over the view of his shoes spin, painting a dizzying blend of green, violet and asphalt grey.      ❝ Don't faint yet, ❞ Changsheng chides, both miles away and yet just below his ear at once. ❝ We've only just arrived and already you're on the brink of collapse. You still have somewhere to be, in case you forgot. ❞ Baizhu swallows down an unpleasantly acidic collection of bile in his throat before firmly shaking his head, the closest thing to a 'no' he can muster. A few gasps of air is eventually enough to rekindle his voice.      ❝ If I'd merely 'forgotten' as you say... ❞ Cough! ❝ I doubt I would be nearly so dizzy, recalling it all in an instant like this. ❞ The thin and scaly tail of his companion is cold as it taps his cheek. Baizhu blinks blearily, rousing back into lucidity.      ❝ In your absence, you've still neglected your health all the same. What a shame... ❞ If a snake is capable of sighing, Changsheng sounds as though she certainly is. ❝ The sooner we get there, the better you'll fare. It might be spring, but the chill in the air lingers. If the sun sets, your troubles will be more than just a cough and a bout of dizziness. ❞ Another particularly nasty cough earns the wary looks of a couple of passersby. Once recovered, Baizhu fixes onto the little serpent a frown.      ❝ My troubles will be more than either if nothing is left for me there. ❞ And yet, in direct defiance of this doubt his feet pull him into motion nevertheless.      ❝ And will you know if you idle about here? ❞ She retorts, not a beat missed. Baizhu does not even possess the energy to be sour this time.      ❝ ... No, ❞ he mutters, counting time between steps and breaths.

     ❝ I suppose not. ❞ The admittance, although rooted in truth, notably lacks optimism. And still Changsheng lifts her head, point effectively made.      ❝ Then stay steady. We'll be there before you know it. ❞