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mooonborne

sometimes…..

u need to get a little irreverent

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captainpicard

Place your face between my thighs, and talk to God.

(via captainpicard)

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slack-water

Can you draw Emily and Teague Martin with ice-cream, please? *3*

Teague Martin is no longer asked to babysit

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kugosuggestions

Don’t forget to smile while intimidating someone.

lavellanpls

da:i + specs // mages

“Those who can tap into the raw energy of the Fade and block the whispering temptations of demons are truly exceptional.”

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atasteofsunshineandwhiskey

gallusrostromegalus

Totally Not Suspicious Horse #43697 “Bruce, Who Is Totally NOT A Kelpie Guys”

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CREATE A DRAGON BASED ON YOUR MUSE!!

Create your muse as a dragon then tag however many people you’d like to do the same! Remember to REPOST, do NOT REBLOG!

Teague:

Cid:

tagged by: no one tagging: you see this, you do this

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imsoofuckingsad-deactivated2018

it’s like i always say: fuck

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theclassicsreader

Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via theclassicsreader)

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dappermouth

“Cruel,” he thought, “how stories go—with men as heroes, wolves as foes.”

runovaris

@duskenpath

super strong kratos vibes from this one

duskenpath

YUP!!!!

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astr0freak-blog

Water signs as types of water

(written by wandering-raconteur)

Cancer - Stream. The fresh water that trickles along the dent in the land. She offers water to the thirsty animals and humans. She offers survival. She lets you feel her most gentle touch, a liquid breeze. She offers pebbles to the bored, clean water to heal wounds and wash. She offers fish for food, a pretty and gentle sound as you traverse the land around her. If you listen carefully, she’s whispering to you the way to go. If you travel towards her core, you’ll find she’s deeper than anticipated, larger and stronger than you thought. She’s more dangerous than she will ever let you think, and feels more than you might see.

Scorpio - Marianas Trench. The deepest body of water. He hides the creatures of the dark, untouchable to the human race. You can’t touch his soul, for it’s compressed beneath tons of fluid. He will not let it show. He will not let you touch it. It belongs at the bottom where only his most beloved creatures can reach it. He is mysterious, a fascination. You only know what he lets you see, what he lets you feel. He stings your wounds, heals you, is inside your blood without your knowledge. He sees the deepest parts of you, but will never let you deep enough to see his.

Pisces - Pacific Ocean. The largest ocean. She sees every boat that has come and that will come. She makes every wave, feels the splashes of children’s feet on her shorelines. She is friends with all the creatures of the deep, brushes the ocean floor so gently, creating places for her mermaids to hide. She licks your wounds with her salty potion. With all she has learned, all that she feels, she is dangerous. Do not cross her body before understanding and caution. She is beautiful, but she demands the respect as the oldest soul on earth.

water / earth / fire / air

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pencap

unclench your fists, my lover, the war is over now. (i’ve forgotten how to uncurl my fingers from the trigger.) be gentle, my lover, the war is over now. (i don’t remember what it’s like not to have gunsteel in my bones.) come home, my lover, the war is over now. (i’m back at the place i left but home is gone where i cannot find it.) sleep, my lover, the war is over now. (the war follows me into sleep. i’m afraid i’ll never leave it behind.) kiss me, my lover, the war is over now. (my fingers still drip red and i do not want to stain you with them.)

teach me how to be at peace again ( j.p. )

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mmorvvn

i replayed mota and there’s no way my hawke would have passed up the opportunity to make a dramatic entrance into chateau haine with bela

(plus i wanted an excuse to draw her in this dress)

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thirdoffive

Calendrier Magique

Designed and published in Paris in 1895, the Calendrier Magique was conceived by Austin De Croze and illustrated by the Italian lithographer Manuel Orazi. While the history of these two individuals remains somewhat obscure, even a casual glance at the contents and illustrations of their unusual work shows that De Croze and Orazi possessed a sophisticated familiarity with the Esoteric traditions of the fin de siècle era. Every page of the Calendrier Magique evokes the decadent, occult Paris of Gerard Encausse, Oswald Wirth, and Karl Huysmans. The Art Nouveau illustrations of Orazi are especially evocative. Simon Finch writes that the work “was highly praised by Caillet as ‘fort original et d'une rare exécution artistique’; he added that no contemporary artist - save Félicien Rops - had managed ‘so felicitously to combine sadism, satanism and the macabre’. The Calendrier Magique - so the legend goes - was published in a limited print run of 777 copies, making it quite a rarity among collectors.

For all 12 months, here: http://www.sofia-albertsson.se/2017/12/stranger-than-kindness-keys-rain-like-heavens-hair/

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