but i'm posting anyway oop

the foxhole meme
  • unspoken team rule to flip off every raven on campus  
  • allison: no fear
  • nicky: neil in jorts 
  • allison: one fear  
  • dan sets aaron’s alarm to ‘bad case of lovin’ you’ he can’t figure out how to change it and he is apoplectic with rage  
  • she changes it to a different doctor themed song whenever he gets particularly annoying  
  • wymack gets a mug that says ’#1 dad’ every year, signed by all the foxes 
  • even andrew  
  • wymack doesn’t know if he should be touched or suspicious as fuck  
  • you’ve heard of kevin day now get ready for
  • kevout night
  • aaron: swears 
  • matt: covering neil’s ears, aaron that’s such a bad example to set for the children
  • nicky: why the heck do we have to be up so early?
  • dan: I know we’re all tired but let’s watch our fucking language
  • neil, opens his mouth in an interview
  • foxes: why r u like this  
  • nicky: kevin here is ur disgusting Health smoothie why do u even drink it
  • kevin: eating vegetables increases life span  
  • nicky: so do you have any positives or  
  • 'hey kevin here’s another picture of jeremy go add it to your shrine we’ll wait’  
  • neil: half asleep 
  • renee: neil what’s five plus one   
  • aaron, whispering: twelve 
  • neil, bolting awake: TWELVE  
  • ‘what’s your favourite colour’ 'exy’  
  • matt, pointing at fluffy puppy: neil it’s you  
  • andrew, pointing at dented trash can: neil it’s you
  • kevin: yeah everyone on our team is rly passionate abt exy we always give it our all  
  • camera pans to andrew. he is sitting down in the goal, sunglasses on, neil fanning him as he lounges back. none of the referees seem to know what to do.
  • kevin: I am so sick of being alive (x)
  • allison, at every minor inconvenience: 'i don’t deserve this. i’m a nice fucking person’
  • referring to Kevin as various queens from history  
  • 'yeah ok cleopatra shut the fuck up’  
  • 'hey elizabeth i of england can u maybe like chill’  
  • 'neil josten if u could come to the front of the shopping centre please ur mother dan wilds is here to collect u’
  • ‘kevin u know there are other sports except exy right’
  • kevin: sounds fake but ok

me: i have no idea why i’m single lol

friend: you’re single because you’re in love with that red-headed anime boy from that one app.


what the fook u mean “that red-headed anime boy” u lil shit

Someone wanted process on FB (there’s not much unfortunately plus there’s that whole weird skip where there was a lot of layering/overlaying/curve using).

i. two girls. childhood friends with criminal minds. her locks of bleach blonde a contrast to mine; bland. with children’s hands, we hold unto each other with a grip so fiery i feel the strain years later. when we are reunited, i barely recognise her; her silhouette an imposter of the girl i once knew; a shell of the persona she once held.

ii. a girl so wonderful she would light up any room she entered; no need for chandelier or lamp; she radiated warm. the sunlight bouncing off of her olive skin; her hazelnut eyes holding the secrets of the universe inside. even though we are still young, when she pushes me on the swing set; i shiver at the feel of her fingers.
even now, her touch has wounded me; and although the scar is beautiful, i cannot breathe.

iii. perhaps in another universe it would have worked out; her freckled flesh reminiscent of constellations dotted across skylines; her bobcut swinging as she swung her hips without a care. maybe if her words weren’t so spiteful, maybe if her tongue didn’t spit acid whenever we spoke; maybe, just maybe, our fingers could have stayed laced.
yes, god, i have a taste for blood; but i’d rather be free of romance than be kissed by a fist.

iiii. the first girlfriend i ever had; and her world shook mine. somehow, in that battlefield we called love; i was fighting a pointless war. greed; deceit and disloyalty. i took a handful of clay and attempted to mould myself into the perfect woman. if i had some leftover, i would have moulded her some humanity.

iiiii. her tired eyes and cigarette stains; stank of compliments and radiating self consciousness. if only she could see herself through my eyes; see how she turns heads. she suckles on her cigarettes; savouring the taste and hoping to mask it as an afterthought. i hold her close; feel my fingers thread themselves with hers; feel her breath fall deep and sync with mine.
her love is anything but a mistake. after all, she’s the only one whose touch does not injure me.

but she’s never been one to conform to patterns.

—  the girls i fell in love with and how they broke my heart

we’ve come a long way.

“you look at those eyes and there’s just so much happening there; hayden had all of the elements of the character.” -robin gurland, casting director

afterwards, you stretch empty fingers
into dream-space, wishing
for your own adventure. you pray
your hand closes around a dragon egg,
a jewelled sword-hilt,
a bloodstained rose, a crown.
you keep your eyes on your shadow,
keep your eyes open
as night’s breathing slows, waiting.
the air smells like snow, sharp and clean;
you exhale hard, picturing smoke-clouds,
picturing flames. patience remains
fleet-footed as a nymph, her laugh
as mocking. renown lives in distant mountains
past realms unknown, but here,
beauty grabs your wrist as you pass,
a bright-eyed temptress draped
in frozen pine needles.
afterwards, you build your own story.
you name your favourite pen,
compare word counts like a kill count, argue
the merits of quality over quantity. palms
dripping dream-dust, you shape your own world,
your own adventure, chase magnificence
at the speed of thought — you know it is yours,
surely as the long-lost heirs of faraway lands
believe in a waiting throne.
—  glorification, for @mirrorsandwindowsabstractedfocus

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs *deep breath* Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Messrs MoONY, WORMTAIL, Padf-


Modern AU: Effie and Haymitch + instagram

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I was doing a bake sale to help raise funds for the American Cancer Society. Anyway, here’s something I doodled when I was mad at democracy in general. Democracy is broken and all that. I don’t really know why I drew it.


Aedion Ashryver, Wolf of the North

Handsome was a light way of describing what Aedion was. Overwhelming was more like it. 

Towering and heavily muscled, Aedion was every inch the warrior rumor claimed him to be.