i know it's not midnight

Off and on

So I was going to draw more Graves-backs, but then it all ended up as more of an outfit design appreciation aah
Art blog: questionartbox

He glanced at Tiberius. What was odder, perhaps, was that Ty was looking at him. Emma remembered Ty, years ago, saying, why do people say ‘look at me’ when they mean ‘look at my eyes’? You could be looking at any part of a person, and you’re still looking at them. But he was looking curiously at Kit’s eyes as if they reminded him of something.

Holding hands? no of course not what do you mean

I feel bad for anyone that hasn’t seen the ending of the trivia murder party lets play

okay this is really random and i know its probably been played out since lady midnight but cassandra clare is a sneaky bitch and im really nervous about something i noticed a while ago. so we all know julian was named after julias caesar right and the most famous thing about caesar is that he got killed by brutus. and then i was thinking oh i wonder what brutus’ first name is. its marcus. fucking mark. like this could mean nothing or it could mean something either way why the fuck would you neame your children something like that its like you want there to be stabbing.

ok. wow.

let me just start by saying: deh deserved everything they just won. they really, really did. i know there’s a lot of haters out there, but honestly, this show has changed so many lives, including mine.

i’m so, so proud of the whole cast and crew for coming so far. i love each and every one of them, and i hope they know how much they mean to us. the music is gorgeous. the actors are amazing. the message is so important, and it resonates with high schoolers everywhere.

dear evan hansen made me feel like i could be found. because honestly? i feel like evan a lot of the time. a shit ton of anxiety, always feeling like i don’t fit anywhere, like i’ll never make a difference. and i think there are so many people who listen to this musical and relate to evan’s anxiety, jared’s insecurity, connor’s depression/anger issues, and alana’s high-functioning anxiety, and that’s why its so amazing. because its real. the characters are all so real, they’re all morally gray, and they’ve all got their own battles with mental illness to fight. and each and every mental illness was portrayed so perfectly. listening to it makes you feel like you matter, no matter what.

anyway, my point here is, i love this musical. you can hate deh all you want, but please don’t say they didn’t deserve to win. because oh my god, they did. <3

13 Days of Christmas - TOG
  • (I know there's an extra day)
  • Aelin - *sings* On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Seven lemon lollies, six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the eight day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Eight golden dresses, seven lemon lollies, six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Nine pairs of shoes, eight golden dresses, seven lemon lollies, six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Ten sparkly bracelets, nine pairs of shoes, eight golden dresses, seven lemon lollies, six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Eleven honey biscuits, ten sparkly bracelets, nine pairs of shoes, eight golden dresses, seven lemon lollies, six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Twelve more pet dogs, eleven honey biscuits, ten sparkly bracelets, nine pairs of shoes, eight golden dresses, seven lemon lollies, six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Aelin - On the thirteenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: Thirteen Ironteeth Witches, twelve more pet dogs, eleven honey biscuits, ten sparkly bracelets, nine pairs of shoes, eight golden dresses, seven lemon lollies, six fae warriors, five apple pies, four chocolate cakes, three daggers, two Wyrd Keys and a hawk boy in a pine tree.
  • Rowan: I don't think we can afford all those sweets and clothes...
It’s Not Me It’s You (a langst minific)

Prologue

Somedays he didn’t understand. 

He didn’t get why the cards never seemed to be in his favor, why the world kept piling more stones upon his back. He just, couldn’t comprehend, what he had done to deserve this. Was it his jokes, the ones no one seemed to get? Or maybe his smile, that was either too bright or too flirty for anyone to handle. Or even his walk, was his shoulders too slouched or was he too tall? Was it that superficial?

Or maybe, it was just him. 

Back home, he had a place and instead of the cards going against him, they built with him; his family and friends building this stack of cards that gave him a purpose. He was somebody to them, either a brother, a son, a friend, a teammate, someone. To them, he was important and valued for all that he was worth. They knew him, they understood him, they cared for him to the fullest extent. 

But this wasn’t home. No, this was space; dark, empty, infinite space that did not care who he was or what he had done back on Earth. It only cared about what he could do, and out here, his talents weren’t as helpful as they once were. Even if they were, he was never given the chance to use them and despite what others would tell you, he wouldn’t try to outshine them. He didn’t deserve it. 

That didn’t mean he didn’t give it his all, he did every single day of being out in this hell he used to dream of exploring. He  put his heart and soul into every battle he fought, letting his desperation to protect the ones he loves to motivate him. It was never enough though. Not for them, not for Voltron. 

And he didn’t know how much longer he would last out here alone. Just Lance, not only fighting evil, but also the disappointment of those around him. His hands would begin to shake just thinking about it, about the weight of his actions if he failed again. These battles weren’t the neighborhood soccer matches he would dominate back on Earth, these meant life or death. 

Perhaps that’s why he finally did it. Finally broke free of the chains that began to loop around his throat and choke him. 

He finally understood, that if Voltron didn’t need him. 

Then Lance Sanchez sure as hell didn’t need Voltron. 

Dowager Empress: Where’s your young man?

Anya: He’s not my young man, Nana.

Dowager Empress: 

Originally posted by annefrankisgod

justimaginesolangelo  asked:

Hey! I don't know if it's said in Lady Midnight (I haven't read everything yet) or if you already answered it, but I was wondering what Ty's music taste is, which artists he likes,... since he always seems to have his headphones with him. Also, will there be more kitty in LoS? (I ship them so hard) Thank you!!

There’s a moment in Lord of Shadows where Kit hears music from Ty’s headphones and it’s classical. That probably doesn’t mean he always listens to classical, but I think he does favor it, especially since classical music is an anxiety-reducer and Ty often uses the headphones to block out noise that might cause disregulation/anxiety. Not that he doesn’t also just love the music, but it does fulfill more than one function. :)

When non-kin look at otherkinity from a biological or socio-political stand point instead of taking it on at an anthropological, psychological, or theological angle.

Originally posted by taysknowsplaces

anonymous asked:

How do you think Even helps Isak with his Insomnia?

hey you! great question. I like to think Isak doesn’t suffer from insomnia as much anymore, just because the broken heart he was losing sleep over has healed a little and there is less stuff for him to worry about now, but I can imagine him still having the occasional sleepless night.

and honestly, I think just looking at a sleeping Even would really soothe him. brushing his hands over Even’s cheek and through his hair just softly enough to not wake him up, hearing his steady breathing and knowing that this boy is here and his and safely sleeping next to him must be such a calming thought to Isak in and of itself. you can just see him staring at Even in the dark and feeling so lucky that he has someone to fall asleep next to now.

I can also imagine Even just rolling with it sometimes, that adventurous, spontaneous side of him that wants to go to other people’s pools coming out. like, he’s probably told Isak to put on some warm clothes, and asked him to sit down on the back of his bike to ride through the empty, dark streets with him until the sun came up like, at least three times already and it’s only March. also, and I’m very sure this happens all the time, midnight breakfasts! Isak sits down on the kitchen counter, warm and safe in the knowledge that Even’s going to cook him the best eggs and Even’s a comforting presence next to him, humming under his breath and talking quietly about this documentary he watched earlier and that pair of shoes he really wants to buy. they casually snack on bacon and toast at three in the morning at least three times a month, I think. two sleepy boys and a single mug of tea to share, what a way to spend your night, ha!