#upon-a-gray-dawn

[grienbriar]

upon-a-gray-dawn said: oh my goodness you’re in for something

i can tell, like, just. NEWT. oh goodness. and all these conspiracies. plus it makes you think wicked is bad but then they're good but then they're bad, like idk anymore

[azul-x]

If seeing is believing, Then I already know

I’m falling fast, I hope this lasts 

I’m falling hard for you.

Art by: Katie

(I made it for Katie, i love her art and she looks be a good person :B)

[guardian-of-feels]

SENPAI HAS KILLED ME WITH A BLIND!JACK FIC HELP

Ya so basically Katie is perf and wrote this wonderful ficlet because i think she wants revenge for my fics and enjoys seeing me in pain 

Just so we good, Katie wrote this as part of her eviiiiil fantastic blind!jack au

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY (*resists the urge to sing the beginning to Defying Gravity*) KATIE BECAUSE I AM DECEASED AS OF NOW 

ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT ARE NOT OKAY THAT WAS REALLY NOT OKAY

[guardian-of-feels]

Ah yes, the tagging game. The game of tagging, the ol' tagaroo. The game designed specifically for tagging. The T-A-G. The game involving tagging. The tagilicious game of tagging. That tagging game.

Tagged by: put-villains-in-glass-prisons (who has the best theme ever omg)

Rule 1: Post the rules

Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger asked you then make 11 new ones (also tag the tagger)

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post

Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them

1. How old do you feel?

Well, I'm seventeen in reality. I'm not really one who's like "I act like a 5 year old" or "I'm so much older than I actually am", but my mom always says I belong in college haha, because I analyze stuff a lot gee i wonder where i picked up that skill 2. What is your earliest memory?

I remember eating a pink castle cake at my third birthday party wearing a pink Sleeping Beauty dress haha

3. How are you today?

aksjdldash stressed because college applications and also school starts again tomorrow and i wanna cry

4. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

Wherever the hell all these Ghibli movies are set, seriously. But like a concrete place, probably somewhere with lots of open space and natural scenery, like Scotland or Iceland

5. What was your first fandom?

Like that led me to tumblr? ROTBTD FRICK YA. But I mean like since I was a wee one would be Disney most definitely.

6. What is your favorite band?

Ooh, that one's tough cause I mostly listen to musicals/Disney/movie scores. Probably Imagine Dragons :D 7. What is your favorite of their songs?

Bleeding Out, Radioactive, or It's Time

8. As far as story lines go, do you prefer a comedy or a tragedy?

nyehehehe tragedy. Seriously angst is my lifeblood. I heard once that we are drawn to the dramatic things because it allows you to pull the most intense emotions out of your self and gives you the deepest speculations on life. 9. Do you like to analyze people?

Like my friends and such? I feel like it's a bit of an invasion of privacy, ya know? I mean like I try to understand people I encounter as best I can. If you mean fictional characters, frick ya i analyze them 10. What would someone have to do for you to consider them evil? (not bad, evil)

See, I'm not really one to believe in the existence of flat-out evil. My definition of evil would be to like exceed the capabilities of humanity, you know? (For example, I don't think Hitler was evil. Fucked up and deeply awful, absolutely, but not evil). Because there's always a motive behind what you do, and people generally take a course of action when achieving that motive, in their eyes, will have a greater benefit than the consequences. That's not evil, that's misplaced logic/emotional displacement/selfishness/etc.

11. What do you feel strongly about? I feel very strongly about how art has fit into our society. Not overall, of course, because it does get lots of appreciation. But in terms of actual value... I just mean that a lawyer will make lots of money and have a "respectable career", whereas an actor or a sketch artist will most likely make very little money and is generally looked down on in society. I know a lot of this problem is that art is objective, as opposed to something concrete like math and science, but it's also really important for people to realize that art is the redeemer of the world. Art is the field of emotion, of love (the most written-about thing in history). Emotion is what keeps you from destroying a nation. Albeit anger may push you to do so as well, but pure art and emotion I believe will be the redeemer of the world. (insert paragraph from Mockingjay about needing the dandelion in the spring here)

My Questions:

What was the last thing you ate?

Who is someone or something that you deeply respect?

What was the last movie you saw? Was it good?

Do you paint your nails? Cut them? Bite them?

How do you best emotionally express yourself? (Through writing, drawing, talking, singing, etc)

What is the most beautiful thing about winter?

If your life could be summarized in a single movie, how would the trailer advertise it?

Do you drink coffee?

What do you think happens after you die?

How has this website changed you as a person, if at all?

If/when you make wishes, what do you generally wish for?

I tag:

Punziella

Kristoffs-ice

upon-a-gray-dawn

alliooup

mumiro

bjorgmans

mooncastle721

letstalkaboutdisney

briannathestrange

wingedanomaly

timebenderss

[theweepingtrees]

Opening RP | viking-prince

"Enough, Tylon!" The girl chided, lifting her hands and taking the dragon's thrashing head by its single spike, pulling it down enough to look him in the eye. "Be calm, turnip." She closed her eyes against the huff of hot air that the frustrated dragon gave off, leaning his head into hers stubbornly. "What's gotten into you?" The girl asked, releasing the spike to pat Tylon's scaled jaw, the dragon still thrashing its tail anxiously. It was still night, a crisp wind drifting in from the sea as the notice to an incoming storm. The girl had no idea why Tylon, the oldest dragon in her small group of hatchlings, had been so fussy in the past hour. She figured it to be caused by the storm, but storms happened often, and the dragons had never feared them before. 

[midnightlie]

upon-a-gray-dawn replied to your post: THIS PACKER GAME IS STRESSING ME OUT S...

i’m sitting next to my dad who’s watching this game and he just started pounding on my back because of it

LOL WOW ha ha ah aha my dad jumped out of his chair and p much tackled my mom in a hug IM SO HAPPY THE Y WO N

[pandolfo-malatesta]

So Iabri said this, and I did this.  It's probably not at all what she was thinking, but it's what I came up with.  Merry Christmas a little late, guys!

Everywhere they walked villagers hailed him with fond greetings that he answered in kind.  More than a few younger girls giggled as they called, eyes raking sharply over her and lingering rather warmly on him.  A mad impulse urged her to step closer to him, to show those girls that, for the moment at least, she had what they wanted, and she nearly obeyed.  But from further away it was easier to admire the line of his jaw and the smattering of freckles across his cheeks, his quick grins and quicker wit, his glance gentle when it lit on her.

 * * * * *

Though Stoick did his best to appear interested in the queen’s garden, so unlike anything on Berk, his son was having a harder time; no flowers could hold his attention while the princess walked alongside him.  Next to her he felt gangly and graceless, envious of her loose-limbed ease and despairing of the way she seemed unaffected by his presence, contrary to her effect on him.  Or so he thought, until a wild swing of her arm caused their hands to brush each other.  As a shock coursed through his body she stumbled, face scarlet, and he let hope rise.

 * * * * *

Her dad’s singing cut him off midsentence, and he looked so boyishly lost and confused at the interruption that she laughed quietly.  His expression changed as he watched her chuckle, something just short of a smile on his lips.  Then, with a squeak and a scrape unnoticed above the din, he pushed his chair closer to hers and picked up where he’d left off; his voice was low enough that she had to lean in to hear, though she found herself distracted by the mesmerizing progress of his fingertip tracing whorls on the tabletop, movement and murmur making her shiver.

 * * * * *

Gobber had demanded they share a drink, but he couldn’t seem to keep his attention on anything the smith said; it kept wandering away across the hall, to where her head was thrown back in a laugh, curls dancing, cheeks rosy with firelight and drink.  He was lost in the sight until she looked straight at him and he felt it like a blow to his gut, knocking the wind from him.  Her face dropped to the mug cupped in her hands; then her eyes flicked up, meeting his again, and she bit her lower lip against a shy smile.

 * * * * *

His fingers, light against the soft skin of the underside of her wrist, made her pulse fly.  She couldn’t bear the waiting anymore, the unanswered expectation, and nearly wrested her arm free and snapped at him; but the look on his face, the admiration and desperation and determination there, stopped her short.  A gentle tug brought her closer, finally close enough to feel the steady, dizzying warmth of him.  Her breath caught in her throat, and eyes that had widened now shut slowly, and she sighed against his lips, and twisted her hand in his to twine their fingers together. 

[a-way-to-the-wisps]

are you making a comic about the big four? 'cause i will love you FOOREEEVEEER if you dooo!!!!!

please make onee!!!