[BASIRA IMMEDIATELY ASSAULTS HIM]

[BASIRA IMMEDIATELY ASSAULTS HIM]

HEY DUDE GREAT ART BUT ALSO WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! the worst part is the fact that i can see how this might happen with all the burning foreshadowinv and i HATE it anyway Fuck This!!!!!!!

heehee

It took Tim two weeks to realize that he wasn’t in love with Sasha anymore. 

And in the realization came the odd understanding that at some point, Tim had been in love with Sasha. 

He had, hadn’t he? When he thought back to their interactions, in the months after they’d had sex, there was an almost palpable glow to the memories. Tim remembered the feeling of that time: happy, almost giddily so, warm, sweet. It was odd; he couldn’t seem to grasp what had elicited such a reaction from him. It must have been Sasha. He remembered it being Sasha. Sometimes, Tim would try to summon the image of his coworker; her green eyes, somehow dull and staring the same time, her dark brown hair swept neatly back, slightly stringy around her scalp. He tried to hear her laugh, and found that he couldn’t. Tim knew that he’d once been in love with Sasha. But he couldn’t figure out a single reason why. 

They’d made plans to get coffee the week of the Prentiss attack. Sasha never mentioned it again, and Tim decided he was glad. 

The realization hurt. Or, it should have. Tim stared back at it, willing himself to feel anything for the relationship he’d let rot and be consumed by the earth. Had he let it? Perhaps he’d simply changed. Perhaps Sasha had. But both those assessments didn’t sit right, either. 

When Jon told him that Sasha had died during the Prentiss attack, it didn’t surprise him.

IMAGE ID: A two panelled comic of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from the Magnus Archives, featuring lyrics from the song I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski. Martin Blackwood is an overweight white man with dirty blonde hair that is streaked with grey. He wears small round glasses and a brown coat. Jonathan Sims has been taken over entirely by the Eye. He appears as an inhumanly tall blue figure, who’s face is covered entirely in glowing yellow eyes. There are a few eyes on each of his shoulders as well. The bottom half of his body seems to devolve into a mass of blue feathers. His hair is long and a darker blue than his skin; it hangs limply off of the back of his skull. The first panel of the comic is a close up of Martin as he clutched Jon to his chest and weeps hopelessly. Beside him reas the lyrics “my baby, my baby.” The second reveals Jon’s form in it’s entirety. Martin now reaches up to cup Jon’s cheek in his hand, his other hand clinging to Jon’s shoulder. His other as open, seemingly to call to Jon. Jon seems not to notice Martin’s presence at all. All of his eyes are pointed toward the sickly green sky. On either side of the couple read the words “you’re my baby, say it to me.” END ID.

i bet on losing dogs

1760s Nikola b like: *pulls a tiny clown doll out of her panniers* *pulls a tiny clown doll out of her panniers* *pulls a tiny clown doll out of her panniers* *pulls a tiny clown doll out of her panniers* *p

It’s weird to say, but I’ve kind of developed an eye for who will or won’t say things in the tags of my posts based on their url and pfp alone. There’s not a formula for it or anything, but “that-one-fandom-chick35” isn’t saying shit, and “lesbiangertrude” with the Junji Ito icon is writing me an essay about how good my shading is