Did you know @duckomartinah does true magic 😭😭😭
(This is for Crossroads: A&C’s moments of peace before the shadow of the haunted forest grows too dark, and too close.
And I adore every detail 😭.)
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Did you know @duckomartinah does true magic 😭😭😭
(This is for Crossroads: A&C’s moments of peace before the shadow of the haunted forest grows too dark, and too close.
And I adore every detail 😭.)
Just saw someone saying Dorothy could go to hell because of what she did.
Guys. She’s ten.
That’s a child
A child in a magical land she doesn’t know where she is literally just doing what the adults told her to.
When you were ten, I’m betting you also would have taken the slippers if the Witch of the North said so. I’m betting you also would have listened to the being who literally everyone is saying is the most powerful and wise because you want to get home.
Then Dorothy gets kidnapped by flying monkeys. She doesn’t try to kill the witch with the water, that’s an accident.
Guys. Guys. Wicked isn’t the fucking gospel. It’s from the perspective of two grown lesbians. Dorothy is ten and is being moved around by the adults in her life.
I understand the positivity behind “you’re so strong for surviving!” Or things like “it’s so admirable you survived!”
But to those that feel similar to me…
I didn’t have a choice but to survive. I didn’t have a choice but to endure.
It’s okay to not feel strong. It’s okay to not feel like what you’ve done is admirable or anything like that. Because some of us don’t feel that way. And it’s okay. The truth is that you’re still worthy, regardless. And you don’t need to prove anything to be worthy.
Am I about to rewatch Slow Horses?
Why yes, yes I am.
am i updating old chapters of my longfic i don't knowwwww i don't know anythingggggg.
Ahem, uhh…
here you go *hands you this horrible, very rushed sketch and runs away*
(I only just learned how to draw Jazz’s head while I was drawing this, and I can’t for the life of me figure out Prowl’s 😭 I’m sorry)
AĤĤĤHHHHHĤHHĤHHHHH?????!!!!!! I had a gif that expressed my feelings but it was an epilepsy hazard so deleted it. But like,
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
BEAUTY LOL I love it 🤣 THOSE CHESTS LOL. kissing is a game of bumper cars for these idiots. I love them.
Behind trailed Claes in his felt working cap and sweaty shirt, its drooping neckline exposing his muscular chest and the upper selvedge of that silky dun-coloured thatch with which Nature, as Julius had envious cause to know, had endowed his virility.
Niccolo Rising, ch 7