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Hi everyone, here's a little bit about me!
artwork of remus lupin
he wears a star close to his heart! ⭐️
time-lapse below the cut:
blue 💙
Marchwarden has spotted you.
You are dead.
Wylan thinking his father probably didn't want to talk about his mother after her death because he actually really loved her just to find out his father had her locked away in an asylum 😭
for Kestie935 on art fight ⭐️
I wish you could be kissed, Jane
well… 😅
chapter 19 of greywaren has got to be the most beautiful chapter in the history of literature because what do you MEAAAN ronan & adam recognised each other by consciousness alone? IM SICK 💔
But now they were in this strange sea, and neither of them looked anything like the Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch the other had known. Adam was a collection of l thoughts barely masquerading as human form. Ronan Lynch was raw dark energy, alien and enormous.
And yet when Adam's consciousness touched his, Ronan recognized him. It was Adam's footstep on the stairs. His surprised whoop as he catapulted into the pond they'd dug. The irritation in his voice; the impatience in his kiss; his ruthless, dry sense of humor; his brittle pride; his ferocious loyalty. It was all caught up in this essential form that had nothing to do with how his physical body looked.
it’s so achilles & patroclus 💔💔💔 “i would recognise you in total darkness” “i would recognise you by touch alone” NO ONE TALK TO ME IM GRIEVING
What a STUNNING panel for a cabinet door! Dated late 16th–early 17th century and acquired by Cooper Hewitt @cooperhewitt in 1959, it has been created using a raised embroidery technique and it made from silk, metal wire, metal strips, coral beads, cotton, and linen.
A panel like this one would have been made by a team of professional embroiderers, mostly male, with specialized skills: one for the hand-painted silk backgrounds, one for the raised metallic embroidery, one for the needle-lace leaves, etc.
Found via @dopblog
Fan art of Bard the bowman (my fav)
Also special attention to this thrush that I am very proud of
Legolas & Gimli - Sketching last night with my two little hobbits :)
Sometimes I think about Finnick trying to befriend Katniss before the Quell and I lose my shit
The other rebels are like you need to subtly let her know you're on her side, so you go bet and turn your charm up to 11. Which would have maybe worked on anyone else but this is Katniss Everdeen we're talking about.
So now you're stuck doing increasingly ridiculous social gymnastics every time she's around and still by the time the night before the Games arrives the only thing she's convinced of about you is that you are going to try to fucking murder her
So you freak out, seek out Haymitch and basically go "hey what the fuck is wrong with your kid". And Haymitch just stares ahead for a second, nods, takes off his bracelet, says "wear this" and leaves. You fucking hate district 12
So you go okay. Breathing exercises. This is fine. Guess I'll have to save her life during the Games or sth maybe that'll do the trick. And when you see the Arena you cheer up for a sec bc you definitely have the advantage here she'll have to trust you right?
Wrong. She can fucking swim. SHE CAN FUCKING SWIM.
So now you're in the Cornucopia with no cards up your sleeve, no time left, and arguably the other deadliest tribute in that Arena pointing at you with a bow, and so you go "you know what, fuck it, I'm going to die anyways" and you show her the bracelet
AND IT FUCKING WORKS
Bear in mind Finnick had no first-hand experience on Katniss and Haymitch's bitch-to-bitch telepathy this was his first contact with it
Just saying lucky for the Rebellion this was Finnick and not me if I was in his place I would have killed her there and then just out of principle
Okay, I'm sure this has been said before, but you know the Counting Crows rhyme? Six is for gold. And the crows were brought together by the promise of payment for the ice court heist 😭😭
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, but the parallel between the women of 300 fox way and Blue's boys makes me crazy
Maura, Calla, Persephone; strange three headed entity, with a silent language all to their own. They've been in this together since the beginning. They've been together so long, that its hard to see clearly, think clearly, on their own.
Persephone: enigmatic, far-away, unknowable; the sort of psychic different to all the rest, the kind you can't understand but love anyway. Quietly ready to give everything for her friends. The strange one.
Calla: blunt, fierce, loyal; the ability to understand the link between an object and its owner on a fundamental, extra-knowing way. Untempered by kindness, but kind anyway. Solid and reliable, sneering and judgemental. A good friend to have.
Maura: Idealistic, tiebreaker, action-seeker. The one who makes sense of the other two, the axis through which all other women in the house are conncted. The one clinging to the past even as she summons the future, who puts things into motion, the one who makes things okay again. The leader.
Gwenllian: wild, eccentric, free; she came in late, the mirror who sees too clearly. She fits in this place, but she cannot replace the others. Too strange for the outside world, but too mortal for her home. She is passionately herself, leaves in her veins and stars in her eyes. A mirror into the soul.
In order: Adam, Ronan, Gansey, Blue.
And the part that fucks me up:
Blue came into the picture after the once-dead-boy had been foretold to die again. Gwen came into the picture after Maura vanished, when it was uncertain she'd come back home.
Adam had a vision of himself killing Gansey, a prophecy that's haunted him for months, but didn't quite come true. Persephone died (killed herself) scrying (another type of vision) to find Maura (there wasn't a guarantee it would kill her).
Calla endured her best friend vanishing (when she told her not to); she endured her other best friend dying when she knew better. Ronan was the last to know Gansey would die (he knew anyway). Calla was alone in the knowing; Ronan was alone in ignorance.
Maura came back; gansey didn't (until he did).
Persephone is dead, Adam is not (his forest is gone)
Mirror mirror; blue lily | lily blue
never letting anyone forget about this line ever