#impossible to know

[fischiee]

rvb au where when grif shows back up in s15 temple loses it and abandons his evil plan to become a weird half-companion where he keeps following grif around and trying to get him to run away with him

[sycamoretrees]

unrestrained summer fun

(source)

[aropride]

Looks at you with my big sad haunted eyes

[miraclemaya]

i wonder if malenia was charmed by miquella.

[pensat-i-fet]

Like a wise club once said:

[nicollekidman]

loving floral perfume is a just a never ending g game of “well i think i smell great but do other people think i smell like their grandma?”

[thatbanjobusiness]

I keep a playlist on iTunes that documents the songs I’ve played the most all time, but only of those I’ve listened to in the last 2 weeks. And uh

I’m uh

I’m doing really good on the artist variety here.

[docholligay]

#84 “Show me what’s behind your back.” for Anthy

If there was one thing to be said about this life Anthy lived, it was that she knew where she belonged in it. She knew how to feed the roses, she knew what she was growing them for, and in some small way, she found the strength to feed herself off the scraps they left behind. If she could not find it within herself to be free, she would find it within herself to be fed. 

Utena brought all of that into question. There was something about her that Anthy hated more deeply than all the rest, something so cruel and so evil as to poke beneath her armor like the root of a tree, growing and growing and threatening always to buckle and twist at her foundation. There was a feeling in her that was worse than hate, worse and warmer, something she kept growing toward like her own sort of rose to the light. 

It was too bright, and too painful, and she would put a stop to it. Her hand tightened on the dagger behind her, her palm too high on the grip, and she felt the clear sharp cold of it rip into her palm, the warm dark of the blood running between her fingers. 

Akio would not have this one. This one had hurt her too deeply, had looked into her eyes too kindly. 

“What’s that behind your back?” She said, like a child about to receive a present. 

Maybe it was the only gift Anthy could give.