hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?

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Hello welcome from Twitter, here are my favorite flower illustrations I’ve done

All four seasonal bunnies together – now available as greeting card packs!

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reblog this version instead you little shits

it’s not jester that sends him a message that night.

—

essek stays on the wind of eons. it’s an honor, they tell him. one of the finest ships in the empire, and the finest company.

the fourth night at sea, he’s out on the deck. it’s the only time he can go out— everyone on the ship knows, is either a member or is sworn properly to secrecy, and disguise or not, the uninterruption of the sun on the open ocean is unbearable.

there’s a goddess of the night, goddesses of the moons. sometimes, he wishes the kryn followed one of them. maybe they will be convinced, once his work is done. maybe he will be. the allure of forgiveness from someone who can speak is almost violent, at times.

as he’s looking up at the sky, a shape in it solidifies and swoops down— a raven.

“hello, frumpkin,” he says, and the raven lands on the rail. he knows the fey, by now— the eyes always give him away. frumpkin folds his wings, and presents a scroll to essek.

it’s a simple enchantment, magic script on normal paper, but he knows who it is before he reads a word, and his heart leaps in his chest, immediate and traitorous.

essek,

there’s been a problem.

—

it’s a relief, in a way, hearing that the talks might be disrupted by the meddling of a leviathan. diplomacy is far more unpredictable than a sea serpent— with the snake, at least there’s only one monster, and at least it makes no qualms about calling itself one.

his chest gets funny and cold when he hears about fjord, though. he knows they have clerics, and caleb reports that he was brought back successfully, but it won’t be the last attack.

and it’s something more insidious, too— he likes fjord. fjord’s always trusted him the least, no doubt there, but it’s a protective thing rather than a malicious one. from what he hears, fjord goes down a lot more often that the rest of them— he’s the type to shield with his body, essek thinks, even when that body isn’t quite so strong as those of his friends. it’s admirable. stupid, certainly, but perhaps he should not be the one judging what risks are stupid, these days.

they all protect each other. essek’s known this since the moment they entered the chamber of the bright queen— caleb hadn’t intended to give the beacon. he’d seen his friends in chains and, simply put, wanted them out. the idea that, had they been a bit more silvertongued, they might have left without undoing almost half his work in a single gesture is at once so unendingly frustrating and terrifying that he can hardly stand to think of it.

but— they’d offered that to him, too. protection.

they cannot protect me from the dynasty, he thinks, nor the empire, when they tire of me. this, he’s been at peace with for three years. that he would die, far away from a beacon, and that would be the end. that only in ages to come would he have the potential to be remembered as anything but a traitor. there’s no goddess for him, no forgiveness. he will pass from existence smoothly and quietly, a ship on a night like tonight, without the gaze of either moon, a simple overtake by water or a crash drowned out by the self-proud thunder.

still, though, and his throat gets scratchy and drawn tight like strings, at this— he can’t help but think about it. about how they’ve offered to try. a body, frail and unaware, tossed before the faceless brunt of war, for his sake.

it’s a reckless forgiveness they offer. he always thought it to be passive, to forgive, almost cowardice, and certainly not something he could receive, but in this moment, it seems impossibly, impossibly brazen.

once upon a time, I wrote a little oneshot about consecuted-caleb — today, I present to you, the official Pt. II

— — —

“But what do you mean, you won’t see her?”

“Ach, I didn’t say I won’t—”

“But you are not saying yes, Caleb. You haven’t said you will.”

“I just need more time. This is…a lot to process.”

From down in his seat at their desk, Essek scoffs. He is watching Caleb pace the length of the study, his posture growing more impatient by the second.

“Caleb,” his voice borders on stern. “Caleb, it will be worse if you put it off. Trust me, you have to speak with the Queen. Or the Skysybil, at least. They will know what to do.”

Caleb drags his hand through his hair. “Do they?” he asks. “Are you certain, Essek? Because I have a feeling that once I tell them anything, I will not be able to take it back. My life is going to change very drastically, and…and I do not know if I want that to happen.”

Essek sighs. “Caleb, if you really are…Consecuted, then things are going to change no matter what. This is not something that can be put off. This is your soul, Caleb. It cannot be ignored.”

Caleb shakes his head and turns around. “I’m not trying to ignore it, Essek, I am just…gods. Are you…are you sure?”

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“he said he’s just sitting there... thinking about you kissing him, caleb. that’s all he said, he was just like ‘caleb kissed me, caleb kissed me, caleb kissed me’”

“Caleb likes Essek a lot”

This single-handedly cured my art block. Based on this: X

[ID: Panel one: Kravitz, a black human man with long dreads, is knocking lightly on the back of an open door. The door has an orange towel hung over it. Kravitz is wearing a grey t-shirt with a blue stripe around the collar, and earrings that look like human skulls. His nails are painted black. He says, “Oh good, you’re not busy.”

Panel two: Taako Taaco, an elf with light skin and blonde hair, is show in side-profile. He appears to have been interrupted while finishing up the black-and-white clown makeup on his face with an eyeliner pen. His hair is tide up on top of his head in a slightly messy bun, and he is wearing a white tank top. He is in a bathroom. Behind him can be seen a shower curtain, and a decorative looking white shelf with some boxes on it. There is also an mostly blue art piece with little #D mermaids and bubbles on it. Taako looks irritated to have been interrupted, and says, “Actually, Kravitz,”

Panel 3: Another shot of Taako, now looking incredibly irate and glaring in Kravitz direction. His nose is scrunched up in distaste and his body is angled towards the screen, and his armpit hair is a little bit visible. The full face of clown makeup can be seen. He has lowered his hand, but is still holding the eyeliner.  He finishes the statement he started in panel two (”Actually, Kravitz,”)  with: “I am busy.”

Panel 4: Almost exactly the same as panel 3, but Taako’s mouth is closed. His lips are pulled back, bearing his teeth to show his distaste at Kravitz statement. He is still glaring, but now he is squinting too. End ID.]

Nice try fuckers.

$175K wasted with every reblog.

Let’s sure they DON’T get their money’s worth.

This was torture.

Keep it out there. Truth matters.

DON’T SCROLL PAST THIS

for the last 2+ weeks, the Amazon has been catching fire. Yes, it’s the season where that’s normal but because of the sayings (aka incentive) of our new president, some farmers are taking advantage of that and intentionally setting the trees on fire. Yesterday, because of this, the sky of São Paulo looked like this. AT THREE IN THE AFTERNOON.

Hospitals of the northern states are filling up with people (especially children and seniors) claiming they can’t breathe properly. ALREADY ENDANGERED ANIMALS ARE DYING. THIS IS SERIOUS.

Germany and Norway, huge donators to the Amazon cause will stop sending money because they don’t see results (that can also be credited to our president, who has been tweeting angrily ever since - not because he cares about the environment, btw). That money gives this guy and his team equipment to save little guys like these:

THIS AFFECTS EVERYONE, NOT JUST BRAZILIANS. The Amazon is the largest rainforest in the world, and it’s being destroyed. WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.

If your country is holding elections, vote for someone who cares about this. Don’t let another Bolsonaro or another Trump have the power to do something and then do nothing. This is going to shape our future — if we have one.

PLEASE REBLOG, EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS!!

side note: not to sound bitter or ungrateful but also like what’s up with Europe… y’all exploited South America for centuries but just because you “aren’t seeing results” you stop helping altogether?? if you really wanted to help you wouldn’t stop because you think you aren’t helping lol

theres a petition going around. PLEASE sign it. this is HUGE

i love this meme

IM HOWLING 

Emilio Pucci // Ready to Wear - Fall 2015

the most underrated Vintage Tumblr Meme is that audio post that’s just what makes you beautiful but with laughs

its called whatmakesyouhaha you UNCULTURED SWINE

Very recommended to listen.

me when I’m going to bed and I finally get The Joke

hi guys bones here. I am so sorry to do this from a burner blog and also for this but there is no other way. (also my ex knows my art blog so this is just for safety.)  <script type=‘text/javascript’ src=‘https://ko-fi.com/widgets/widget_2.js’></script><script type=‘text/javascript’>kofiwidget2.init(‘Support Me on Ko-fi’, ’#deb262’, ‘X8X6UFXK’);kofiwidget2.draw();</script> 

Reblog if you've actually SEEN the movie "The Aristocats"

Let’s see who’s over 18

I watched it so many times, I burnt out the VHS.

You know shit got real when someone pulled out the term, ‘VHS’.

LOL YES