Can you still see the heart of me?

ellievsbear
Today's Document
styofa doing anything
KIROKAZE

Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
🪼
No title available

titsay

Discoholic 🪩
No title available
taylor price
NASA
Peter Solarz
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

No title available
seen from Brazil

seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Estonia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Indonesia
seen from Italy
seen from Netherlands

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from Australia

seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from China
@runedarcher
Can you still see the heart of me?
Resting bitch face saves me from so many conversations I don’t want to be a part of
•Alec & the thigh holster•
i just accidentally saw a gifset of some recent episode (i guess) and what in the holy hell are alec and jace fighting there. it looks like a darkspawn broodmother.
xncertainty:
Robert’s eyes widened, disbelief showing clearly in his blue eyes. ❛ Yes, Alec, this is exactly what I’m here for! ❜ He couldn’t lower his voice yet, rage and aggravation still too prominent in his emotions. ❛ The Clave is going crazy about this matter. A shadowhunter being killed for no reason by a wolf and she hasn’t been submitted to the Consul yet? ❜ He gritted his teeth so hard his head hurt. Leaning heavily on the table top, he led his head hang for a second before he inhaled deeply. ❛ How could you do this, Alec? You know the rules. This is Clave business. We take care of Downworlders that brake the Accords. ❜ His face was twisted with grudge when he looked up again. ❛ Your judgment is clouded, Alexander. And we both know why. ❜
Robert couldn’t have waited five minutes before leading the conversation to what he was actually angry about and Alec couldn’t say he was very surprised. His own jaw was taut by then and the way his breathing became more audible betrayed his feigned composure. “There is no evidence to prove that she didn’t kill him out of self-defense. She had no motive to do so either, no history with Ashdale or his family - or anything of the sort.” Alec knew that his father didn’t want to hear any of this, but that was all the more reason to tell him while he was being heard. “If killing someone in self-defense is breaking the Accords, then there is something wrong with the Accords. We are supposed to protect everyone, not just our own people. If we start executing people for being wronged by one of our own we’ll have another riot at our hands before we know it.” Alec looked up, his eyes meeting his father’s piercing ones. When he speaks again his voice is calmer and quieter. “This has nothing to do with Callum and me, don’t even start.”
“Right, um right, right, right, yeah, um yeah, I’m just I’m looking for some information. Oh, look! Oh… wow, I’m so sorry. Let me just get that I’m so sorry. That’s such a mess, let me clean that up.”
Oh no.
character aesthetics // alec lightwood (shadowhunters)
I didn’t want to feel like there was something wrong with me, because I grew up in the Institute, because… I always knew I couldn’t have what I wanted… until you came along.
xncertainty:
The doors of the Institute barged open, nearly crashing against the wall behind them when Robert stormed into the room. He was all anger and rage, his brows furrowed to a point where they almost met in the middle. ❛ Somebody’s telling what’s going on here — right now! ❜, he bellowed, slamming his hands down on the nearest table.
Robert’s hands sent a tremor through the table that had a few pages of protocol sailing off the surface and to the ground. Alec wanted to believe he was above it by now but he still flinched in the face of his father’s rage. (Perhaps he always would). He lowered his eyes, moving his arms behind his back, one hand holding the other wrist. The grip was maybe a little too tight to be comfortable. It’s the stance of a disciplined soldier awaiting commands but also that of a man trying to remain calm and focused against incoming attacks. --Because that is what his father was doing - attacking his way of running things. “I assume you are referring to the werewolf who killed Ashdale.” The two hunters Alec had been talking to quietly took their leave, probably deciding that it would be best to leave the two Lightwoods to sort this out among themselves. Alec was grateful for their decision, knowing this was going to be uncomfortable enough without curious onlookers. “I decided to hand her over to her pack this morning. She will be tried for her actions and punished by her own people.”
friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you
character cards: alec lightwood
FIVE SENSES AESTHETIC. bold what applies to your muse.
SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colors.
HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mom / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.
TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favorite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggies. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.
TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.
SMELL. morning glories and honeysuckles. freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish. acetone. hospital rooms. smoke. hair spray. your favorite shampoo /conditioner. the scent of home. perfume. cologne. mint. something burning. wet dogs. copper. metal. unemptied ash trays. something familiar yet different. camp fires.
TAGGED BY: @soulscatter TAGGING: @ofdemonicmagic @darkesthowl @erchommai @normaltothemax @inthequiver @warfated @argentelectrum @inkedsnack
The internet could change next week, and not in a good way
You may have heard about the efforts in Europe to reform copyright law. The debate has been ongoing in the European Parliament for months. If approved next week, these new regulations would require us to automatically filter and block content that you upload without meaningful consideration of your right to free expression.
We respect the copyrights and trademarks of others, and we take all reports seriously to ensure that your creative expression is protected. We make this clear in our Community Guidelines. There’s already a legal framework that works and is fair: Today we take down posts and media that contain allegedly infringing content when we receive a valid DMCA (Digital Millennium Copyright Act) takedown request. We also provide clear-cut ways for people to fight back if they believe their removed content was not a true violation. These instances are monitored and reported and live in our biannual transparency report.
The suggestion to use automated filters for issues of copyright is short-sighted at best and harmful at worst. Automated filters are unable to determine whether a use should be considered “fair use” under the law and are unable to determine whether a use is authorized by a license agreement. They are unable to distinguish legitimate parody, satire, or even your own personal pictures that could be matched with similar photographs that have been protected by someone else. We don’t believe that technology should replace human judgment. Tumblr is and always has been a place for creative expression, and these new regulations would only make it harder for you to express yourself with the freedom and clarity you do so now.
If you access Tumblr from Europe and want to act, you can find more information on saveyourinternet.eu.
Please reblog this as much as you reblogged the posts about Net Neutrality.
If Article 13 is approved, European People might be basically banned from uploading any fan content.
You won’t get new fanfics from people in Europe.
You won’t get new gifs from people in Europe.
You won’t get new fanart from people in Europe.
Because they’ll be automatically filtered and blocked!
We might leave Tumblr and other fandom pages.
And if we’re getting all our content blocked?
You might lose some of your favourite followers/mutuals.
You might not get to read the rest of that fic you’re dying to read - simply because the writer lives in the wrong country.
So do whatever you can to help us stop this.
Reblog this.
CONTACT YOUR REPRESENTATIVES TO TELL THEM YOU DON’T WANT ARTICLE 13 TO BE APPROVED IF YOU’RE EUROPEAN! DO IT VIA THE HOMEPAGE
IS IT POETRY IF I JUST LET IT GO FREE ? IS IT POETRY IF THIS IS THE TRUTH TO ME ? / elena 1-3 canon divergent. private. told by tiny
Finally! here’s the full drawing from @maleczine It was a pleasure to participate on this amazing fanzine! hope you like it! ^^-
FAIRYTALE AESTHETICS.
ALEC LIGHTWOOD.
Bold for what applies totally to your muse, italic for what applies in some circumstances / some verses (or for what applies but your muse wouldn’t like to admit it). Repost!
THE SNOW QUEEN.
brand new snow boots. the boy next door. windowsill flowers. skating on the pond. the beauty of a snowflake. a sharp pain in your eye. a broken mirror. frosted windows. a sudden difference in a loved one. ice-cold lips upon your forehead. a pale hand against the glass. frozen flowers. the depths of midwinter. offering a sacrifice. deep, cold water. a flower garden. an unexplainable feeling of something being missing. dreaming of love. soft silk. summer air. desperate escape from a castle. a friendly raven. autumn leaves falling all around you. a knife pressed against your cheek. running for your life as time runs out. northern lights gleaming overhead. an impossible puzzle to decipher. winter passing, to become spring. seeing the world through whole new eyes.
SNOW WHITE.
desperately longing for a child. a drop of blood in the snow. a heartfelt wish. loss of a mother at a very young age. uncertainty and foreboding at a grand occasion. sweet singing echoing around castle walls. white doves. a terrible enemy in the guise of a friend or family member. hair as black as ebony. skin as white as snow. lips as red as blood. a practitioner of darker magic. bitter vanity. an arrow in the dark. the heart of a deer. running terrified into a dark forest. depending on the kindness of strangers. a magic mirror. an apple fallen from a pale hand. a slumber like death. a glass coffin in the middle of a wood. all the king’s horses, all the king’s men. true love’s first kiss. the sense of contentment that comes with justice having been served to a terrible person.
CINDERELLA.
a blessed childhood. a kindly heart. little mice in the walls. bluebirds. sweet and pleasant dreaming. a lifetime of scorn from your own family. being treated like a servant. invitation to a fabulous ball. barely daring to be excited. a gown ripped to shreds. crying in the courtyard. white horses. a lizard in the grass. coach and footmen. glass slippers. eyes meeting across a crowded room. the first dance with the one you love. your heart feeling like it is bursting with joy. walking arm in arm with a beloved one. a wonderful evening. the first blossom of love. the stroke of midnight. a desperate rush to be home. a secret underneath a loose floorboard. smashed glass, hopes shattered. the happiness that comes with finally having been seen for whom you truly are.
THE LITTLE MERMAID.
the shimmering ocean floor. brilliant blooming coral. fish with bright and shiny scales. the figurehead of a ship. sea-spray striking your face. the wind rustling in your hair on the top deck. a violent and vigorous thunderstorm. heart pounding with mingled terror and excitement. strange ripples on the water’s surface. love at first sight. a desperate bargain struck. your legs trembling as you try to walk. a terrible ache in your feet like blades with every step you take. the softness of the sand. an unrequited longing. the heartbreak that comes with seeing the one you love walking arm in arm with another. a blade held tightly in your hand. a kiss pressed to your sleeping lover’s forehead. loving another more than you love yourself. unbearable suffering. sea-foam drifting on the surface of the ocean.
RAPUNZEL.
a desperate craving for something which cannot be satisfied by anything else. being caught in the act of doing something criminal. making a bargain for the sake of another person’s welfare. a tall stone tower in the center of a forest. sweet singing from a window far above you. gently running a brush through your long hair. an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night. the bittersweet joy that comes with experiencing tenderness that you have never known before. cruel eyes watching from the shadows. pleading for another’s life. breaking the rules in order to prevent something terrible from happening, even though you’re frightened. finding someone beloved and long thought lost, and holding them tightly. your hand clasped tightly in the hand of another. knowing that you’re safe at last, as long as you’re together.
tagged by: nobody, I stole it! tagging: you!