High Lady of Asgard

~Elizabeth~24~A Whole Mess~

[tinydetours]

Mt Rainier NPS

[mysticblondex]

I see your "good girl" kink and raise you one "theeere she is, theeeres my good girl”

[yoursweetcorpse]

"potentially mature content"

I do not give a fuck let me see

[maryscinema]

me if reading x reader fanfics was illegal

[imsrryoisin]

trans unity

[justsheerfilth1]

Why would you use duct tape to hold hands ?

[justsheerfilth1]

Wait I’m a fucking idiot

[xalatath]

Tumblr banned porn to appeal to advertisers only to exclusively host ads for links you wouldn't touch even while wearing full PPE

[hailthegodsong]

Oh lord

[highladyofasgard]

[owlthex]

When there's a very obvious bloodstain in the hardwood kitchen floor, but the house is 30k under expected price

[owlthex]

I feel like the picture is necessary to understand just how not subtle this is.

[tuxankhamun]

it's fine

[keepcatholic]

I’d like to point out that the colour red has more positive than negative meanings.

[keepcatholic]

[soundcarvings]

does anyone wanna hangout someday

[stewdoesthings]

Fanfiction exists for TWO reasons:

Dealing with complex thoughts and emotions I can't work through in therapy, like grief, despair, a complicated relationship with pain and addiction

Seeing the same characters fuck over amd over again

[pinkiebieberpie]

— congratulations on your new improvements i bet your light rod's, like, bigger than zeus's ☆

[crystalmeth28-deactivated202002]

[reneeofthestars]

"Castle of Glass"

Teyla Marin has spent more time in the Room of a Thousand Fountains than any other place in the Jedi Temple. As a Padawan, she and her master would spend countless hours sparring barefoot in the grass, meditating in the alcoves behind waterfalls, picnicking beneath the trees. It was peace. Even after Master Sifo-Dyas’s death, this place has been a comfort, a place to get away from –

War. Destruction. Death. It surrounds her; the screams of troopers pierce her heart, plumes of smoke choke her, the roar of battle deafens her, but she shuts it out. She needs to focus. Battle Mediation requires all her concentration as she connects all the Republic forces under her command through the Force, allowing them to act as a single entity. Blasterbolts crackle past her head. She finds her Padawan, the clone troopers, brings them all together, each a star burning brightly in a constellation in the night sky –

Consumed by the dark. The Force is screaming, and one by one Jedi across the galaxy die. She reaches out, exhausted, despair clutching her, and tries to pull them all together in the Force. For a moment, it works, and the Jedi gain strength as they hold on to each other. But then a great darkness strikes back against her, stronger than she ever will be, and shatters her mediation, and as she tumbles into nothing, a familiar face, warped and gleeful, cackles as she realizes all is –

Lost. She doesn’t know how long she’s been hiding in the lower levels of Coruscant. She doesn't know where her Padawan is. She doesn’t remember sneaking onto the transport’s cargo hold. She doesn’t even know where the ship is going. All she knows is that she is alive, because the grief would not be so all-consuming if she weren’t.

song: "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park

[frostedmagnolias]

Evening Dress "Swan"

c. 1954

by Charles James (1906-1978)

Chicago Historical Society

[percyfraser]

OSCAR ISAAC photographed by Tyrell Hampton for GQ

[ghost-of-bourbon]

[sentryvvorld]

me reading hot and heavy smut in bed at the ripe age of 23 while holding my stuffed animal underneath my chin