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occasionally subtle
i don't do bad sauce passes

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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EMILY BRONTË, Wuthering Heights
MARY SHELLEY, Frankenstein
Bryce Quinlan Crescent City: House of Earth and Blood by Sarah. J Maas
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Hunt Athalar|Shadow of Death|Umbra Mortis
Crescent City: House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas
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Soft grey t shirt, black sweats and a white cap turned backwards
The umbra mortis everybody
Crescent City: House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas
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how many times can i paint andrew with the exact same expression
wip for a new INTERACTIVE fic with @seabearthirteen , @jtmann182 , and @fuckyeahdisreputablekibeth .
Andrew hosts an investigative podcast about chasing a certain rabbit. Complete with an actual instagram, twitter, and fully functioning website where you can stay tuned with Andrew’s search, ask him questions, and draw your own theories. Maybe he’ll even take your advice and go where you suggest next. It’s a lot of work but by fuck it’s fun as hell.
edit: YA GIRL FORGOT HIS FRECKLES. FIXED THAT SHIT REAL QUICK
Yasmeen Ghauri at Yves Saint Laurent F/W 1991
—but the gods wanted you, the gods wanted you back.
H. D., excerpt of “Loss”, in Sea Garden (via antigonick)
CHARACTER DRABBLES: sam cortland Author’s Note: Obviously this is a complete AU. I have nothing against Rowaelin or anything else. I just love Sam and am not ready to ever let him go.
↳ LONG LIVE THE KING
“My name is Sam Cortland Galathynius and I will not be afraid. ”
He was nothing and nobody. He held no title, no land, no prospects to offer other than the gift of killing. No more than a phantom in the shadows.
A bastard born to a prostitute. Damned to the life of an assassin. Death followed him as a friend, guiding and directing Sam down a path of darkness– whispering what was to be gained in being a dealer of death. He was nothing. All there was to offer was a heart that beat thickly, strongly for people. A heart that loved deeply and sought to protect the innocent. It was all he had. And that… That was more than enough as the Queen of Terrasen placed the crown upon his brow.
december mood #2
i love two boys
can u believe aftg was so absurd that bargaining 3 people’s lives to the mafia was the GOOD ending
Today I’m working on a very different kind of writing.
aRz u HaVe a tUmBlr, g0 pOsT ur Sam Cortland sHiT 😂✨
and oh THIS IS NOT A SPOILER.
Hello Everyone. Please help me.
So, as some of you may know, I’ve been on here for a very long time. After losing my account of nearly 6 years to a security change, I had to start this one (BloodyDamnit) and build it from the ground up. I worked.. my fucking ass off. And now, it’s gone. A few hours ago, when trying to delete my side blogs, my entire account got deleted instead. Now, I have to do this all over again.
So, please. If you enjoy what I do, if you like my work, I literally beg of you to please get the word out. Reblog this so people know where to find me and why my paintings will link to a page that doesnt exist.
I have created so many fucking friends on this platform and people that I genuinely care about.
Tumblr has also been my livelihood. I am an artist, this is how I make money and now, I am terrified of what losing my other account can mean.
Please, Please, Please help.
Thank you so much in advance. Thank you for giving me a space, a platform, a fucking family over these years. I would be forever grateful.
He needed to tell her…what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.