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Katie McGrath + Colors: Shades of Pink (6/?)

“I don’t like pink and I am not into girlie stuff, bows and frills, sugary looking things.”-Katie McGrath

(Black, Green, Red, White, Blue, etc.) 

Bonus: 

So I’m working on a new post about Earthsea covers (and on some asks) and i found the best cover of all time. look at this majesty. look at it. I responded to some ask the other day that I couldn’t possibly do a five favorite covers post, well here it is, 1-5. like, look at that shit. that is a HUMAN-SIZED FALCON with SHAPELY DUDE LEGS in BRIGHT GREEN TIGHTS facing down A MAN DRESSED LIKE A VALENTINES DAY-THEMED JESTER while his friend walks in on the situation and decides that what he’s going to put up with today is Not This. THIS IS A REAL COVER. MULTIPLE PROFESSIONAL SOMEONES HAD TO BE LIKE ‘YEAH. THIS IS THE SCENE THAT’LL SELL THIS BOOK.’ I’M IN LOVE.

We need to talk about 1) the heart detailing on the pants 2) whatever the FUCK is happening with blue man’s pants which……. turn into gladiator sandals?? and he’s wearing light blue knee high socks under then???? 3) the bird has better legs than i do 4) the raven casually watching all of this:

TFW you’ve been catfished and ur online boyfriend w shapely calves is actually a huge falcon:

2017 Mood:

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takada kenta performing aoa - heart attack
↪ requested by anonymous (crying anon)

“AND I JUST MISS YOU AND I JUST WISH YOU…”

THE WAY SHE SINGS THAT PART

THE!!!! WAY!!!!! SHE!!!! SINGS!!!! THAT!!!!! PART!!!!

“YOUR JEALOUSY I CAN HEAR IT NOW YOU’RE TALKING DOWN TO ME LIKE I’LL ALWAYS BE AROUND YOU PUSH MY LOVE AWAY LIKE IT’S SOME KIND OF LOADED GUN”

HER HAND GESTURES DURING THAT PART

HER!!!! HAND!!!! GESTURES!!!! DURING!!!! THAT!!! PART!!!!!!!

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Woken up like an animal
Teeth ready for sinking
My mind’s lost in bleak visions
I’ve tried to escape but keep sinking

Hello!!

I promised you a new Mythology Mondays this week, and this is still very much the plan. It’s not a guarantee, though; due to situations totally out of my control, I’ve ended up staying for a few days at James’ flat (and very nice it is too, he has some lovely mustard cushions) without access to a laptop or any of my books.

I’m not going to go into too much detail because frankly it’s not, at its root, my detail to give, but I will say that my family is going through an incredibly difficult time. There’s not much that we can do about it at the moment, but we’re all satellites orbiting around in the hideous gravity of a vast central chaos, trying not to get sucked into the black hole that it threatens to create. At the moment, the best remedy is distance, and in that distance is a special kind of helplessness.

As much as I am going to try to get another Mythology Mondays out, if it can’t happen then it won’t happen. I’m really sorry if it doesn’t, because it’s something that I’ve been working on for a long, long time, and I’m as sick of putting it off as I’m sure you all are of me putting it off.

I’m going to go and eat my own weight in crisps now and flop about uselessly on the sofa, like a stranded fish in the body of Oscar Wilde.

Thank, and soz for the terrible space analogy.