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bloedgetuige

having a cat is great. there's a small little animal wandering around. effervescent

bloedgetuige

EATING MY CHARGER

#throwing up on my carpet

ajdoesntknowhowtodraw

Gelphie As Long As You're Mine

Is it normal to wear ur sexy lingerie and then go to ur bff's balcony before her wedding bc u wanted to see her?

doodlenoodleh

Gelphie 💖💚

sarahs-delights

Rizal Badar's beautiful fanart for Wicked: For Good.

captains0ur

Drew this during my post Wicked: For Good cup of tea, i should draw more Wicked nonsense.

hometoursandotherstuff

ectoimp

cameoappearance

A small price to pay for mountains reflected in the eyes of a trailside pika

dogpuppy

therosielord

It’s so funny to imagine Wicked from the perspective of one of the normal students at Shiz. There’s this girl and she’s weird and an overachieving nerd and no one likes her, but then the popular girl becomes best friends with her overnight so you guess she’s chill now. They might be sleeping together but no one’s really sure. They’re also low key dating the same guy but you’re not clear on if it’s a polycule situation or a love triangle. Whatever. You’re just trying to study for finals. Your history teacher gets arrested and no explains why. You just hope this won’t effect your grade in the class. The weird nerdy girl gets a letter from the president inviting her to come see him. Wow, that’s exciting. She and her maybe-girlfriend go off to the capitol and you go back to homework and dorm room parties. One day later one of your professors is on the national radio saying that the weird nerdy girl, who used to be her favorite student, is now a terrorist, has stolen the nuclear codes, and is on the run from the government. You are still expected to show up to class tomorrow.

televisionenjoyer

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

normalfaerie

There was something sick in me, something wrong. Even baby birds knew how to shriek, even kittens knew how to mewl, even puppies knew how to whine. Papa had told me I hadn’t even cried when he’d pulled me from between my mother’s thighs. I hadn’t protested when he dragged me through the streets of Oblya, hadn’t protested when Rose had chided me or when Undine had slapped me. My eldest sister was right; I would smile blithely if someone tried to saw off my leg. But no one had ever told me that I was allowed to scream.

- Juniper and thorn by Ava Reid