Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
—  T.S. Eliot, from ‘The Waste Land’, The Waste Land and Other Poems

As many times as it takes…

Ofc I redrew this, I had to. Look at that face, look at it *gestures to his face*


Hope you guys enjoy~

nintendo: if zelda was the protagonist than what would link do?? :(

me, a wealth of creativity: have ganon curse link into becoming a dog and zelda runs around with her wolf friend who protects her from attacks and whines cutely whenever she’s absorbed in research and won’t pay attention to him and also you can pet him

fic recs

i haven’t read much fic in a while and recently had some time on my hands to dabble so here are some that have kicked my ass lately 

On a bed of white flowers i know we’ve all read this but if you haven’t oh my god please, its the greatest version of laurent’s pov of the books that I’ve come across and tbh sme parts had me as emotionally crazed as the actual books. this is the laurent pov of prince’s gambit that we deserve.

figs and dates and orange scones this is FANTASTIC. extremely well written, funny, sweet, smutty. the progression of their feelings and laurent’s comfort level was very believable and felt extensive, even though it only spanned 2 days. all around 👌👌

Winged Cupid Painted Blind LOVELY. endearing, funny, well developed, a snarky laurent pov and a bunch of lazar lines which alone has me sold

there are things unbearable one of the most unique fics out there in my opinion. damen is an FBI agent investigating a case involving laurent’s uncle. it’s quite dark and heavy, but i mean that in a good way. its handled very well with extremely vivid writing, and it seems very promising to me.

back it up i adored this. amazing characterization, playful sparring, very hot, playful laurent and damen’s ego 👌

anonymous asked:

(1/6) "Well you've caught me, Hunter," the Jinn sneered, not even bothering to stand up. Dean untied the only still-living victim - a recent catch who was able to run, and run he quickly did. Dean checked the ammo in his gun with detached muscle memory. "Well?" the Jinn prompted, annoyed. "On your feat," Dean said. The Jinn smirked. "Ah, want me to stand for my execution." Dean watched him without seeing him; his mind focused on something more important and final. "No, not that," Dean said.

(2/6) The Jinn narrowed his eyes - skeptical. “Then what? Torture?” It was Dean’s turn to smirk, a sad turn of his mouth. “It is worse than death, isn’t it…” he said quietly to himself. Then fixed his gaze once more. “Look, I know Jinn don’t grant wishes,” Dean said. “I know how this ride works because I’ve been on it before. It’s all a lie - a dream - a gilded cage. But–” Dean swallowed and blinked, strengthening what was left of his resolve. “If this is the real world… I’ll take the lie.”

(3/6) Dean’s hand was on the door. He couldn’t remember what he was doing. He just stood there, confused. Then the door opened for him from the other side and a woman greeted him warmly. “There you are,” she said with a smile and a friendly touch. “Come on, we’re doing presents soon.” She pulled Dean into the room. “Mom?” Dean half-choked, blinking at the brightness of it all. There was a Christmas tree with lights and presents, and there was cake and pie and drinks on the all bunker tables.

(4/6) “What is all this?” Dean asked. “Something we should have done a long time ago,” his mother beamed. She caught Sam’s eye and wandered off to stand with him as he introduced her to the girl under his arm - Eileen. “Hey Dean–” said Kevin, before Charlie ambushed him in a hug. “Sorry, tried to warn you,” Kevin shrugged. The two kids went off to get snacks. Dean stared in disbelief. The more he looked the more faces he recognized. His heart ached for it but he felt it growing lighter now.

(5/6) Yet something told him this was all too good to be true. It couldn’t happen like this. But here it was. Why couldn’t he just accept that. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed at his face, taking a slow deep breath. And then he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey. Feeling okay?” The voice washed over him like a powerful ocean. And Dean remembered. He was okay. It was Christmas. And everyone was here. He opened his eyes. “It’s you,” he said. “Of course,” Cas smiled. Dean sighed. Everything was–

(6/6) “Dean! Dean, wake up. Come on!” The world was dark. The world was pain and aches and cold. His body was being shaken. The side of his face sting from the hard slap. “Dean!” The voice said as his eyes fluttered open. The blurry shape came into focus. Sam. Bringing him back. On the ground the Jinn was dead. And Dean remembered. Everyone was– Everything was– was– “Dean?” Sam said, gripping his shoulders. “It’s okay now.” Dean closed his eyes again and let out a quiet breath. “–no.”

Originally posted by fraddit


I’m not enough, she thought. That was the terrible echo shouting up at her: Fraud, fraud, fraud. She got drunk and talked too much and danced on tables. She had a temper and a sharp tongue, and she often blurted out things she instantly regretted. Worst of all, she suspected that was who she truly was—not so much a bright young thing as a messy young thing.

Why Stefano (minus his psychopathy) would be an awesome friend
  • He loves risky stuff, so if you told him you wanted to do something insane, he’d be the first to say “Count me in!”
  • He knows a lot about art and would gladly share his knowledge with you.
  • He can stop time with his camera which is a pretty handy ability when both of you are e.g. having a difficult exam: After freezing time, you can look up the answers from the class nerd or, if you’re lucky, the teacher himself.
  • He doesn’t mind if your paintings/poems/songs/stories are weird or even surreal. The crazier it is, the more he likes it.
  • As an art aficionado, visiting museums with him would be a lot of fun :D
  • He can teach you his knife tricks (for self-defense purposes of course!)
  • If you’d be learning Italian, you’d always have someone to practise with.
  • He’s clever, sophisticated and would never think of doing something mean to you… UNLESS YOU DON’T APPRECIATE HIS ART…

Feel free to add more! ^^