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make me choose ♡ jem carstairs/tessa gray or kit herondale/tiberius blackthorn

He looked anxious, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. Kit wanted to go across the table and put his arms around Ty the way he had the night before, on the roof. He felt intensely protective of the other boy, in a way that was strange and unnerving. He’d cared about people before, mostly his father, but he’d never wanted to protect them. He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.

(for @remusparker )

want one?

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🎤vroom vroom show season 3? oh no!

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 ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ, ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. 

Photoshopped this so that it can fit on an iPhone 6 lock screen! Feel free to use it 💕

LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: eponine & jehan

those days when you don’t want to exist, blanket burritos and the sound of rain drumming against the windowpanes, tender caring for potted plants, cutting your own hair, mismatched outfits and dyeing clothes, silently mouthing poems, cake crumbs and loose threads and the last lingering notes of a song, teetering on the edge of pavements, imagining alternate universes, insomnia or sleeping for sixteen hours and nothing in between. (requested by @jordsie

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make me choose ↳ Anonymous asked: wolfstar or remadora?

You know the man you truly are, Remus! This heart is where you truly live! This heart, here!

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     HEARTLESS AESTHETIC: The Beginning.

   “Well, Mr. Jest, I’ve sometimes come to believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

   His feet stalled all at once, his face turning to her, bewildered.

   Her grin fell. “What is it?”

  Jest’s eyes narrowed, studying her.

  Catherine cowered beneath the inspection. “What?”

 “Are you sure you aren’t the one the King is in love with?”

  It took a moment, but when the laugh came, It was honest and unforced. The idea that the King might wish to marry her was one thing, but the thought of him being in love with her was an entirely different realm of absurdity.

  “I assure you, he’s not,” she said, still smiling, though Jest looked unconvinced. “What does that have to do with impossible things?”

  “It just sounds like a queenly sort of thing to say,” he said, offering his arm again. Cath took it, though with more hesitation. “And, well, impossible is my specialty.”

  She peered up at his profile, his angled features, the mask of kohl. “That,” she said, “seems entirely believable.”

I really hope you guys don’t mind me spamming your dash but I rlly wanna say this because I feel like you guys don’t really know nor do I show it enough… I just wanna give you guys a big thank you. Just the biggest thank you. Your support means everything to me. Every tag every ask, both anon and non anon, every direct message or submission sent in support of my art and me myself and even just the kind thoughts in your mind… just thank you. Thank you for your criticisms and thank you for your praise. Thank you guys for taking the time out of your day to give a second to what I make and what I consider doing. I say often I’ll do things that you request and most of the time never get to it sadly due to busy and issues, but your still here. I bounce from drawing things I like to things just for you guys and your still here. Days will go by without art and your still here. Problems will come up and your still here. I owe you guys my everything. You guys are the reason I wake up and consider moving my body just to spend hours to make something new. You guys are the reason I keep going and doing what it is i love. I get no real support in my household and having you guys makes up so much for that because I know maybe not everyone but you guys care. And that’s all I’ll ever need. Thank you for giving me a chance to grow here. Thank you to those who have been with me since the very beginning and watched me grow. And thank you to those who are still continuing. Thank you. Just thank you. Because if it weren’t for you guys I wouldn’t be drawing still today. I probably would have given up. If it weren’t for you guys I wouldn’t know what it is i want to do later on. I doubt myself and my art constantly. But you guys really help me see past my doubt and allow me to admire it for what I shame it to be. I promise I’ll do my best to continue growing. Learn from my mistakes, and experiment more so that I can keep doing the best I can. I owe you guys everything. I really do. I may not respond to every message (I forget;;; then I get anxious answering messages late) but I read them all and I sure as hell appreciate every single one. Thank you for being here…. just thank you so much..

arkfeather  asked:

😭 or 🌹 Abel?

Hanahaki Disease-  An illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.
If the love is not returned, the flowers will continue to grow inside the infected’s lungs, until the infected dies.

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Bond/Vesper in Casino Royale [insp.]

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Miles: “I really wanted to be a frontman at that time [with The Rascals]. I hadn’t been a frontman. I had a hard-on for that.”

Alex: “Still have.”

Shushing (OCs, Elliott, allergies)

Elliott would have liked spring if not for his allergies. Even after discovering the wonders of antihistamines and decongestants, they weren’t enough to keep him from waking in the middle of the night to sneeze.

He hardly got a chance to wake up before the irritating sensation blossomed in his sinuses - the threatening tickle that had him scrunching his nose in a half awake state, a halfhearted and futile attempt at getting rid of it. He sniffled into his blankets. Liam was asleep beside him, and if Elliott sneezed, Liam was sure to wake, too. Liam had been working so many extra shifts lately and God knew the man needed more sleep. Elliott would be damned if he interrupted it.

He rubbed hard at his nose. The tickle backed off, but only momentarily, before it flared even more intensely, and Elliott’s lungs drew a sharp gasp. He hovered on the edge of a sneeze for a mere moment, wavering between his last bit of will to prevent it and the inevitability of it happening anyway.

higk’AEGHyihSHU!” He curled in on himself with a full body flinch, only to have his chest jump with another series of rapid, hitching inhales. “hh-hih’IgJyIHSHU! h-hh-huh–EHGJSsSCH!

He groaned and touched two fingers to the bridge of his nose. The pressure behind his eyes was enormous, and sneezing brought more pain than relief.

“Shhh,” came a soft sound from behind him. It took Elliott a moment to realize that it had been Liam, and he turned over to face his boyfriend.

“Did you just shush mby sdeezi’g?” Elliott asked, incredulous. His eyes burned in the darkness, itchy and irritated and by no means spared any degree of allergic misery. All he could see of Liam was a lump beneath the covers, a silhouette beside him.

“El’,” Liam murmured. “Th’ dragons…”

“What are you–” It suddenly occurred to Elliott, mid-sentence, that Liam was still asleep. He must be exhausted, Elliott thought. Normally he’d wake if Elliott so much as moved, but now, after three of Elliott’s uniquely explosive sneezes, Liam hadn’t even stirred. It was something of a relief to Elliott. He didn’t like being the cause of Liam’s lack of sleep, and if his boyfriend had woken up, he’d be awake until Elliott himself fell asleep, fetching water and rubbing his back or massaging his scalp.

Elliott settled back into the nest that was his bed, content to let Liam stay asleep if he could help it. He closed his eyes, hoping to drift off despite the painful congestion and dryness in his throat. He didn’t dare get up for water now.

He settled in with a yawn. “I’ll watch out for the dragods, Ave.”

Liam only hummed a sigh, and Elliott let the sound of Liam’s even breathing ease him back into sleep.

TF2 Go character selection screen.

No one ever picks Bidwell