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Happy Halloween!
Don't forget to leave sopranos out for the Opera Ghost
Ain’t it warming you, the world gone up in flames?
Ain’t it the life you, your lighting of the blaze?
Ain’t it a waste they’d watch the throwing of the shade?
Ain’t you my baby, aint’ you my babe?
NFWMB — Hozier
Congratulations to @hbomberguy for coming out as bi in his recent Lovecraft video essay
Is anybody listening? I open my mouth and nothing comes out Nothing Nothing gonna wake me now
-Flowers by Anaïs Mitchell
A continuation of the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy: Hadestown AU
Here's some quote from my work in the past: “Survival of the cannon fodder is a rebellion in and of itself.” “She is the grandchild of a slave, the daughter of a queen killed before her time, the princess of a people snuffed out, the sister of the sun, the wife of the moon, and the stars herself. From her, galaxies will collapse and form, weary travelers will find their way, and the universe will look up with awe and terror as she lives through the cycles of her life.” “When Rey was thirteen, a shard of ages old duristeel fell from the heights of an old ship, tearing down her leg on its dissent. She couldn’t salvage for a week after, and even worse than that, she had to trade her remaining stores of portions for just enough bacta to stave off the ugly infection that had begun. She remembers the sharp ache in her leg then, the wicked black lines that seemed to crawl up her leg before the bacta kicked in, the rotting smell of it.” “The first drop of venom hits the back of Loki’s neck, and he screams. His throat is already hoarse as he feels the next drop hit just a few inches away from the first. Hela looms over him, leering as she sees the venom drip onto his clothes, dissolving them and seeping into his skin. Loki sobs then, almost silently, as it continues to drip.”
Page of marker doodles
My anatomy teacher was absent today and like a fool, left these out for use
Anyway, don't let me draw