‘Do you gentlemen seriously wish to start this ruckus?’ x
Can we just take a moment to appreciate the sheer, glorious badassery that is Shaun Gilmore? No wonder Scanlan suspected that he was a dragon. It took me a while to recover from the scene in which they found him on the brink of death D’:
There are so many things that need fixing up, and my background-drawing skills are next to non-existent, but I’m too tired to work on it any more.
I personally think 'Woman' is Harry's ode to all the beards, so Tetra putting that on her sc is hilarious!
she is so dumb she didn’t even understand it’s like when danielle said she was going to portugal to pretend she was joining louis but louis was in ibiza which is in spain OH GOD I JUST REMEMBER THAT GLORIOUS MOMENT
All these Galra!Keith ideas and art are fantastic, but I’ve noticed they tend to all show Keith slowly transforming, like little bits of purple showing through in patches. It’s a gradual process. Which is great! Gradual changes means that Keith is slowly descending into madness as the reality of his situation slowly forces itself into his awareness, and he can do nothing to stop it! Fantastic!
You know who doesn’t get enough appreciation? Fat lesbians.
I mean, don’t get me wrong me wrong - lesbians of all body types are glorious, no doubt about it - but let’s just all take a moment to appreciate fat lesbians specifically.
Fat femme lesbians and fat butch lesbians…
Fat lesbians in crop tops and pencil skirts and fat lesbians in plaid shirts and sneakers…
Fat lesbians with body hair, tattoos, piercings… Whatever your style, whatever you wear or however you express yourself, it’s all good.
Stretch marks and cellulite are markers of womanhood - let’s honour them. Let’s value the women in our community who have full, generous curves…women with tummy rolls and double chins and proportions like a Willendorf Venus. You’re gorgeous. You’re all gorgeous.
So to fat lesbians who proudly celebrate their bodies and fat lesbians that are still learning to embrace their size…wherever you are, we see you and we love you 💕
After your day with Damon takes an unexpected turn, the two of you spend some more time together, but things get a little more heated and the night turns passionate. The next morning you request something of Damon, something that he never quite expected
Just a little post TFP drabble i wrote. And as my eyes are drooping, any mistake is mine and am sorry for that.
winds were strong but surprisingly not very cold. The clouds were supposed to
bring a dip in the temperature but other than split the sun’s rays in various
shades of grey, they did little else. The salt in the air made her feel fresh.
It wasn’t every day that she managed to get away from the confines of the
hospital and London and get away to the coast.
she did. And it seemed to be an excellent decision, no matter the pressing
reason behind it. Mild clouds, fresh air and green all around did wonders for
wondered why she hadn’t done this earlier.
then she hadn’t felt such a mixture of emotions before. There had been anger, pain,
frustration, sorrow…relief. The smorgasbord of feelings had made London seem
claustrophobic. So she had left at first light, catching the first train out of
town, not even sure of her destination.
had always loved the sea, always loved the sound of waves as they crashed on
the shore. There was something calming, something tremendously soothing about the
repetitiveness of that action. Something that gave her a faint glimpse that
things would be alright, that she would survive. She’d always had and she
was stronger than they gave her credit for.
looked at the now tepid tea in her hand, placing the cup down and leaning on
the table as she gave the scene in front her whole undivided attention. The
season meant that there were hardly any crowds; she had the terrace to herself
and no one to disturb her reverie.
the last few days…especially that
evening, all she wanted was to be left alone, to be undisturbed.
jumped a little when the waiter interrupted her thoughts to ask her order.
am going for a walk, maybe I’ll have something a bit late,” she replied.
walk by the cliffs felt exhilarating, her hair getting blown this way and that,
the breeze almost uncomfortably strong at some spots. She persisted, walking
till she couldn’t see her hotel. The steep drop to the beach below would’ve
terrified her at other times, but all she could think right then was how high
above the water she was, and how she intended to remain so.
stopped at an area that had a sturdy railing, looking back at the path she had
taken. It seemed tough, with dips and rises and gaps in the cliff face that
looked frightening from where she stood. But it didn’t seem like that while she
barked out a laugh. How appropriately similar to her own life.
was shaking her head in proper mirth when something magical happened. The sun
appeared from behind the cloud cover on its way down, casting a magical pink
glow on the cliff face. The cliffs were glowing in their rosy golden glory and
it was beautiful, so beautiful-
you want to cry, doesn’t it? It looks so glorious.”
had no idea how long he had been there, but somehow she wasn’t surprised to see
him. She turned to look back at the cliffs, and in good time ‘coz the sun
disappeared behind clouds and then it was all normal, boring white cliff face.
otherwise majestic had now been reduced to ‘boring’, just because of a glorious
moment. Not fair, she muttered.
the air was still fresh, the breeze still warmish and she still felt fine. In
fact, she felt wonderful.
fell in step as they walked back to the hotel, not feeling the need to use
words. The silence was companionable, almost soothing. The path now seemed a
bit rough, Molly cursing herself for not realising that she had been walking
downslope all this while.
came at a particular spot that she had just jumped down from, the small climb
now looking difficult in the fading light.
got up halfway in just two steps, but instead of going ahead he turned around.
And offered her his hand.
looked at it for a moment, suddenly feeling breathless, not able to take her
eyes off it. Until he gestured with his fingers for her to come closer and take
his hand, which she did. He pulled her up as he made the small climb, easily
hauling her up over the edge.
smiled in relief when she finally made it to the top, she’d never been very
agile that way.. Her smile faded as she looked up at his grave face, realising
then that he still held her hand. He simply stared back at her.
waited. He was the first to break their gaze, lowering his eyes to their joint
hands. He then slightly tightened his grip and looked up, slowly smiling.
was the most intimate expression she’d ever seen on him. The smile conveyed a
lifetime of apology, a lifetime of gratitude…and a lifetime of promise. So much
wasn’t the smoothest of paths in the fading light but she made it back with
ease. He never did leave her hand during that time.
BRIAN IS SO PROUD OF JUSTIN AND THINKS HE IS THE MOST GIFTED, TALENTED, INCREDIBLE YOUNG MAN IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE. AND THIS IS BRIAN KINNEY, WHO IS NOT ONE TO GIVE COMPLIMENTS LIGHTLY, AND HE DOESN’T SAY “FORTUNATELY, I’VE NEVER HAD TO TELL HIM HIS WORK IS A STEAMING PIECE OF HORSESHIT,” NOPE, INSTEAD HE SAYS, “GOOD THING MY PARTNER IS A FUCKING GENIUS AND THE SUN SHINES FROM HIS VERY BEING BECAUSE I’D HATE TO CRUSH HIS SPIRIT BY TELLING HIM I DON’T LIKE HIS WORK.” SERIOUSLY, ANDY WARHOL HIMSELF COULD BE REINCARNATED AND STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM SURROUNDED BY ALL HIS GREATEST WORKS AND BRIAN WOULD STILL SAY, WITH UTMOST SINCERITY, “YEAH, NOT BAD, BUT IT’S NOTHING COMPARED TO SUNSHINE.”
Honestly I’d hate seeing a movie adaptation of the Lunar Chronicles (lord knows so many characters would fall through the cracks), but for a few glorious moments it would all be worth it just to see a large group of vicious wolf soldiers marching behind a half-starved Scarlet covered in letumosis scars and looking more than ready to take down a fascist regime