citroën ds


whoop! made a new amv ;u; (i couldn’t resist using a song from bastille’s newest album…iTS SO GOOD…PLEASE LISTEN TO IT IF YOU HAVENT…)

I am completely obsessed with Don’t Starve haHAHAHA.

After roaming through the wiki/tumblr and reading up on Charlie the night monster, I just fell in love. She’s scary. Honest.

illusivexemissary  asked:

🍳 like how could i not lol

send 🍳 for my muse to make
breakfast for your muse!
( accepting! )

             IT ISN’T MUCH. it’s just toast with almond butter, honey, and bananas. but she places the plate of thick, brown bread with these toppings in front of him, along with a mug of coffee, cream and sugar and all. she’s already dressed, having left the house once already despite the early hour, and she’s as lovely and sleek as ever, bustling about the kitchen fussing over various things. at the moment, she’s not really engaged in a conversation with her husband so much as she’s just…talking at him. it’s her father’s fault, really. every morning as a teenager was like this, where kozmotis voiced the day’s itinerary like a true military man while sleepy seraphina was about to let her face fall into her breakfast.

                ‘ right, meeko’s got orla and she’s already off to visit koschei on campus. she should be there within an hour or so, i told her to call you when she gets off the train. i’m going to drop off the kids at mary’s, and then i just have to stop by –

                remiel chirps a light-hearted interruption, holding up her piece of toast in triumphant, chubby little hands, ‘mama, i’m eating what daddy’s eating! look! mama, look! we’re the same!’

                ‘ yes you are eating what daddy’s eating! you’re a big girl, that’s why!… she coos back, cuddling up her baby girl and patting her little tummy. under her breath, she continues. that and mama is an absolute failure at making anything else.

                what she fails to acknowledge is that she might not be the best cook in the house by any means, she’s gotten very good at making very simple things taste like heaven. it hardly involves any cooking, this breakfast, but it does involve thought and love and care, which are things seraphina can do. she knows her husband likes extra honey. she knows rhamiel likes the toast to be extra thick, and remiel likes extra almond butter, just like sera. every single person in this household, seraphina can remember their specific quirks about every little thing, and sometimes, that’s just enough to make a dish gourmet.

                  ‘ ehm…what was i saying…oh, yeah, so i’ve to just stop work for a bit to make sure all the handshaking is done with the swiss, then i’ll come meet you at the shop for the walkthrough with the contractor at 10:30, yeah? when we’re done we can figure out lunch and all that. force my dad to stop going in to work on a saturday like a fu–uh-udging madman.

                   seraphina never chatters like this. days spent alone in a large empty house, nights spent alone in a large empty science facility, alone, alone — so much space, and yet she drew herself into a painful coil, hardly moving and hardly speaking. but now her large empty house is filled to the brim, with babies, with warmth, with the benign chaos of family, with not being alone. and with a house bursting at the seams, she has uncoiled the frigidness of her ribcage to let her soul bloom. it was always there, that radiant blossom. it’s just been beaten into submission for so many years with agonies of the most acute sort. and they hadn’t STOPPED until now.

                                                 ( until him. )

                  ‘ right, let’s go little birds, up ye get!…you get to spend the morning with auntie mary, are you excited?…ah-ah, no, we don’t bring food into mama’s car…RHAMIEL– ! aheh, that doesn’t mean shove it all in your mouth in one go, oh bun…!

                 ‘ okay. text me if you need anything. she’s crouching over him once more, and she presses a long, lingering kiss to the golden curls of his hair. she smells of perfume and babies. she murmurs, love you, drive safe when you go.

Have some happy family on Anna’s lock screen.

Elsa was doing some painting when the baby came and decided that she needed to introduce the joy of art to her little snowflake. Of course it didn’t end well (and yes, Anna didn’t help to stop their daughter and instead joined in the mischief), but it was still a fun time to have. Not mentioning the mess though.

So yeah, my late submission for Elsanna Week Day 7: Happy Family (can I still post it as day 7 though? Oh well…). It come out better (and more troublesome) than I expected, nonetheless it’s fun. Ugh, I wanna make this one a comic for Day 7, but time just not on my side…