your heart is pounding. is it for him?
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your heart is pounding. is it for him?
Babes in Toyland (1986)
“I tell myself not to care. That it’s easier. That it’s safer. But every time I see you, that lie falls apart.”
the spark series on AO3
I just want to say that I genuinely promise you we will be much happier to interact with your crude stick drawings and sloppy handwriting than AI. We will giddily reblog the latest text post you spent hours reading and rereading before you posted it because you are still self conscious about what you wrote. We dont mind. We love it, when its genuine. Because you wrote it, you drew it, and it came from you. It will always be better than AI slop.
It's okay if you felt insecure, but never erase yourself for the sake of being noticed, because if you're using AI then you're effectively erasing your voice before you even post it.
kate's 365 days of ships:
day 81: genya safin & david kostyk shadow&bone
They told him at twelve: "You were born to bleed, little soldier."
And Gloss Nicholo believed them.
He learned to polish swords before he could shave. He trained with mirrors—smile while you slice. In District One, love was earned through elegance and death. By sixteen, he’d mastered both.
The 63rd Games ended with his blade at a girl’s throat. She was seventeen. Brown eyes. Bruised jaw. She whispered “Please,” and Gloss, perfect Gloss, smiled and finished the story.
The cannon fired. Confetti rained down. And somewhere inside him, something curled up and died.
In the Capitol, they wrapped him in velvet and poured honey in his ears. "Our golden boy. So clean. So noble. So obedient." They gave him sugar and pills and perfume. They gave him men and women and told him it was love. They gave him rooms with no windows.
They never gave him silence.
The next year, when they called Cashmere’s name, Gloss did not flinch. He held her like glass. He told her where to hide in the Cornucopia, how to smile when the blood reached her lips. He told her to win. And she did.
But she never looked at him the same again.
They were both Victors now. Mentors. Murderers. Capitol darlings.
Their home was a palace built of ghosts. And the ghosts had names.
The years blurred. Gloss stopped keeping count. Of how many kids he trained to die. Of how many parties he smiled through, drunk on nothing. Of how many times he woke gasping, choking on the scent of metal and roses.
The Capitol told him he was adored. District One told him he was a hero.
But Gloss knew: He was just a boy they wound too tight, sharpened too young, polished until he gleamed like a weapon, and then set loose.
He wore his victory like a curse. He carried it like a coffin.
And when he looked in the mirror, he saw the girl with brown eyes again. Still whispering “Please.”
I don’t care how many walls you build—I’ll find a way in every time.
Ivan remembers everything.
The way Fedyor used to look at him, bright and mischievous, always teasing, always his. He remembers how Fedyor used to smirk at him after every fight, a glimmer in his eye as he said, “I knew you’d be fine. You’re too stubborn to die.”
(requested by anon)
I MISS THEM
I can’t be the only one who thinks of Fivan as soon as I hear this song..?
Phia Saban as Helaena Targaryen
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | 2.05 "Regent"
100% here for Brimsley and Reynolds but can’t help being bitter that we could’ve gotten these sort of scenes with Ivan and Fedyor in Shadow and Bone.
If Baaz Nahir has a million haters im one of them. If he has a 1000 haters im still one of them. If he has 1 hater its me. If Baaz has 0 haters it means I have left this world. If the world is against Baaz then I am with the world
Whoever decided to create fivan in Shadow and Bone deserves the world and more.
Every Grisha in the Little Palace at the wedding, seeing Ivan smile for the first time ever: *SCANDALIZED SHOCKED GASP*
My favorite canon ship from Shadow and Bone, the cinnamon roll and his grumpy ball 🥰💙 This idea comes from my rp with a dear friend, where Fedyor and Ivan ask the Darkling to do the honors of blessing their marriage when the big day arrives. Nina and everyone ofc attend, the poor woman knew what’s up the moment these two met, Ivan’s heart was pounding so heart she could hear it from miles xD
Their keftas in the first drawing are directly from the show, in the second drawing I made my own version of “wedding Corporalki” keftas, inspired by the originals ^^
I swear to ward the queen
With all my strength
And give my blood for hers
Leigh Bardugo said today at an event that all the diverse characters she portrays come naturally at her because the world is diverse. She's not looking for a black character, a disabled one nor a queer one, they are just part of the world so they are part of the worlds she creates. She also said that what is not normal is having a story full of white hetero and abled people, reality is diverse and so are her stories.
When she was explaining this she had to stop a few times because the auditorium kept cheering at her. Hope she felt all the love the audience was trying to show.