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THE FIRST STATEMENT IS UP!!! HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON
Me: *scrolling tumblr*
Castiel: I love you
Me: Dear god what’s happened now
i am invincible. i am a god.
catherine + her bed revelations
Please watch The Great, it’s awesome 😍😆✨✨
This show is so funny but dramatic with great characters yet the fandom is so small! Plus Catherine’s outfits are so pretty, I had fun drawing a few
(slightly spoilery under the cut??)
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you're going to sniffle snorf these hands you fiend
I'm literally just snorfing here. Just sneefing my way around. Do not impede my sneefing OR my snorfing.
this is sooo promising wow I’d forgotten what it was like to have a network actually be supportive of its queer content
yall really want some sub par doodles of this man that bad huh?
i mean if it brings in the likes and follows i'll put him in the catboy outfit for y'all
just throw me a tip while you're at it maybe i got bills to pay
albino deer drawing, i did from a google image.
Reblog with your new title(s). Currently reading “To Hold the Bridge, With a Chainsaw,” “The Art of Floral Design, With a Chainsaw,” “To Be a Jew, With a Chainsaw.”
A fun writing prompt
*sees that your requests are open and does that funny grinch smile*
May I um- may I request Scott Malkinson WITH *forgots…*
Um heart sun glasses 😁😁😁
YOU MAY!! (ignore that im posting this a month after u asked 😁😁😁😁😁)
Finally back in New Providence and it feels like the mud here is trying to get her stuck. It sucks at her heels every time she moves, like a grim metaphor for what being back on this island is doing for her health. The Republic of Pirates felt like the only safe port left in the storm of her life, but maybe she’d been wrong on that count. Anne’s been wrong an awful lot lately.
It doesn’t take a well-trained eye to pick apart the afternoon bar flies and find them wanting. It does, however, take guts to approach the meanest of them and drop on in, no warning, no greeting, no invitation. It should warrant a piss off at the nicest, but Anne says nothing, eyeing the stranger up. Sharp. Hungry. Not for food, necessarily; she shared the same spark in her eyes that Anne had sometimes felt in hers.
It’s lunacy to sit here trading stories with a stranger, especially when said stranger’s saddled with an English accent. But there’s something comforting in playing the mad bitch again.
“My husband abandoned me on a foreign coast with little more than the clothes on my back and my name t’make a living on. I don’t know if ye’d call that running away from so much as being run away from.” Half-truths suit her just fine in almost all regards. She expects far less honesty in the answer she’ll receive, even as she asks for it. “Why, what’re you running from?”
█ ▌ liked ( ... ) ↷ @neverhangd : from HELENA .
❛ ❛ there is a marked difference between running towards & running from . chasing & fleeing . ❜ ❜ it's something helena prides herself upon ; being able to tell them apart . knowing when one's own shadow is their deepest fear , or when their heart yearns for something so DESPERATELY that they would perish thricefold on the journey just to find fulfillment . ❛ ❛ what past are you running from to have ended up here ? i'll tell you mine , if it sweetens the pot . ❜ ❜ [ as much as you are willing to share , of course ( ... ) it would do you little good to go around frightening the locals with the truth . ]
The elf and the gith, she fears, are going to be the easy ones to sell on the idea. Bloodthirsty killers interested in violence and intrigued by the personal stakes involved—can’t say she’d feel too differently, if their positions were reversed.
It’s a shame she’s got to lie to keep them on the hook.
“Oh aye,” she agrees, despite knowing Jack Rackham is the poorest (in all senses of the word) excuse for a pirate on these waters, “whatever his take is, it’ll be took. I only want what’s owed t’me; the rest can be split amongst the hands that help.” She knows every nick and knot of the Ranger, every splinter of wood in the hull, every thread in the sail: whatever treasure is left aboard the Ranger, be it Astarion’s dreams of gold or a remembered stash of particularly lush wine, it’ll be rendered in return for getting the deed done. After all, to kill confront Jack, there’ll be most of a crew to carve through first, and of them only one worth wasting breath on trying to save. And that’s supposing Read didn’t split when those tentacled freaks took Anne.
“Dunno how much like shoppin ye’ll feel, arter I replace his eyeballs with knives and feed him his own cock.” …she hadn’t meant to say that last part aloud. Ah well. In for a penny, in for a pound….
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"You know, I believe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship!" Astarion said with a smile. He hadn't been expecting to get to know her, even if his plans were mostly to stick beside her and the others, finding a way to survive while plotting revenge against Cazador. But after learning more about her, and seeing some similarities between them, he felt his statement was true. "I wouldn't mind helping you confront your ex. I always do love it when things get a little... bloody! Can we steal his gold too? We could go shopping afterwards with it. It's the best way to celebrate a victory."
