Welcome, bright June and all its smiling hours, With song of birds, and stir of leaves and wings, And run of rills, and bubble of cool springs, And hourly burst of pretty buds to flowers. — Bright Features of June, by Cornelius Webbe.
honestly, i am so impressed by sana’s strength of mind in that moment. because after everything she’s been through, not only this season, it would’ve been perfectly understandable for her to send that message
you have this girl, who came to nissen when she was 15 after being on the receiving end of actual verbal abuse for god knows how long at her former school, a child who should never have to face the hatred she faced, but who still started school with a strong head on her shoulder, with an open mind and heart. after all she’s been through, she still gave people a chance, let herself befriend the girl squad, and decided to join a russ bus. and not only join, but also actively participate, to the point where she ended up taking charge this season
despite the events of season two, despite receiving hateful messages again, literally having sharmuta painted on her locker, sana didn’t become recluse, she didn’t give up, despite the microaggressions she suffered this season, despite pm girls being hostile toward her, she decided to remain part of the bus, decided that she still wanted to have a leading role.. up until may 12th, when everything came crashing down, and she realized just how hateful these pm girls were, to the point where she started having flashbacks of what she went through at her former school, and she realized that she had been set up, that these girls had lied to her face all along
and so to see vilde post that picture of sara, calling her their one and only boss, to see all these girls speculating about the reasons why she left, saying that it was because of her parents and being so totally unaware of the pain they have put her through, of how horrible they have been to her, it rilled her up. she was rilled up because she carried so much accumulated hurt (and now anger) that she hasn’t been able to express yet. and so she started typing that message, fingers typing harshly, shaking, and i would’ve understood if she had sent it, to finally start to let it all out. after all of this? yeah, i would’ve absolutely understood
but she didn’t. her mind was strong enough to remind herself that sending that message would do no good for her, she knew that it would only let these girls see her as angry, she knew she didn’t have the required proof to back up her statement. and so she didn’t send the message, and instead reached out to isak who she knew did have that proof. no matter how badly she wanted to just send that message, she also knew, rationally, that this wasn’t the most efficient way to approach this matter. and for her to be able to think that way, and for her to not end up sending the message in that moment just goes to show just how incredibly strong sana is
Bronze Bust of Sassanid King (Shapur II), Persia, 4th Century AD
The Sassanid King Shapur II is represented by a cast bronze torso which originally belonged to a composite statue that showed him majestically enthroned, his finely articulated hands resting on a sword (cast separately and now lost). He wears a high, crenellated, tripartite crown with ribbons attached at the back and his forehead is encircled by a diadem adorned with two rows of pearl beads. He wears a tight-fitting, long-sleeved tunic marked by sinuous rills; over this, he wears a belt and halter, both double-beaded with pearls and clasped at the waist with a large circular medallion bordered with the same gems. He is richly outfitted in large bead-and-pearl earrings, pearl bracelets, and a heavy pearl necklace with two round jeweled pendants, one intact, the other preserving traces of a sun disc.
The Sassanids were a Persian dynasty originating in Fars, who established a powerful empire that extended throughout the Iranian plateau between AD 224-226 and AD 651, making their capital at Ctesiphon. In western chronicles, the most celebrated event in Sassanid history was King Shapur I’s victory in AD 260 over the Roman emperor Valerian, who was taken prisoner along with several thousand of his soldiers. Comparison with similar stepped, crenellated crowns on coin portraits supports the identification of this bust as that of Shapur II (reigned AD 309-379) whose glorious seventy year tenure fortunately had a Roman eyewitness, the historian Ammianus Marcellinus, an officer in the army of Emperor Julian the Apostate.
‘The Craft’ inspired playlist. I really love this movie and these are some songs I associate with it. Hope you enjoy!
spellbound - siouxsie and the banshees // rill rill - sleigh bells // i’m a cult hero - the cure // genesis - grimes // petals - hole // how soon is now - the smiths // i have the touch - heather nova // peek-a-boo - siouxsie and the banshees // bloodflowers - the cure // second sight - placebo // she’s lost control - joy division // pagan poetry - bjork // the killing moon - echo and the bunnymen // bullet with butterfly wings - the smashing pumpkins // lady of the flowers - placebo // this is what makes us girls - lana del rey // song to say goodbye - placebo
Lance chocked on a gasp as his back slammed against the wall, air rushing out of his lunges. Momentarily paralyzed from the impact, he crumbled to the ground. “LANCE!!” ‘Wa-was that Keith?’ Lance thought. He didn’t know, his brain felt cloudy all of a sudden. He logically knew that he was on the brink of unconsciousness, which he would gladly welcome. Everything hurt. And the Galra soldier wasn’t finished with him yet. But as said Galra grabbed a fist full of his hair and punched him in the ribs, he couldn’t come to regret his decision. It was apart of his plan after all. It was rather simple to be honest. The Galra were bigger hotheads than Keith, by a very large margin. All it took was for Lance to toss a few irritating comments and throw around insults for the Galra to get rilled up enough to release the cuffs from Lance’s hands by keying in a certain code and saying something in Galran into an alien like computer. Lance smirked. *Bingo* That smirk didn’t last long as he was getting the ever loving shit beat out of him. The Galra was shouting at him, probably insults, but Lance couldn’t hear him. It was as if he were underwater. He slowly raised a hand to his ear, and when he brought it back, it was painted red. ‘Oh. That probably explains it.’ The Galra grabbed Lance by the wrist and sneered right in his face. “You pathetic waste of space. You call yourself the Blue Paladin, the defender of the universe, and yet you crumble at a single punch. Disgusting.” “You know, if you’re gonna get this close to my face, could you please use a breath mint? Surely you have space TicTacs or something cause holy quiznak, have you ever brushed your teeth?” Lance was replied with a punched to the jaw, and the force of it made it him slide against the wall. Stars bursts across his eyes. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. But he needed to stay awake. He had to. For his team. The Galra braced his hands against the wall, and began to kick Lance, over and over again, anywhere he could kick. After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped. The Galra wiped sweat off his brow. “I’m not finished with you yet. When I come back..heh, well you’ll just have to wait and see.” And then he was gone. Lance stayed on the ground, tears streaking down his face, ragged breathes rocking his body. “Lance! Lance! LANCE!!!” came a broken shout. 'Yep, definitely Keith.’ Lance slowly raised up, and his legs nearly crumbled against his weight. He tried to access the damage his body had just received, but his vision was obstructed by a swollen, black eye that almost made his eye completely shut. From what he could see, he had infinite bruises and scratches, he was bleeding somewhere, probably in multiple places because his whole front was almost covered in crimson. And with the wheezing and struggle to breath, he was pretty certain he had a few broken ribs and some internal bleeding. Forgetting his pain, on wobbly legs, he made his way to the computer. He ignored the shouts from his worried teammates. If he saw their faces, he might fall apart. He reached the computer, and it was all in Galran. “Lance, what are you doing?? It’s all in their language, come over here and we’ll figure something out! Please, don’t hurt yourself even more!” Pidge cried out. Lance tilted his head toward her and sent her a small smile. “It’s okay Pidgeon..I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you guys.” “What are you-” Lance turned around and in clear, perfect Galran, repeated the phrase the Galra said. The computer came to life under Lance’s fingertips. He couldn’t help but smirk. 'Too easy.’ Lance glances and the keys and he could easily read and understand what they were. Lance quickly went to work, hands flying against the keyboard. Lance’s brain took over. He no longer felt the pain in his head or his body. His minded was zeroed in. “Lance..how-what-?” “Their firewall is pretty elementary which is surprising. Of course it’s more advanced than the Garrison’s but come on, even a child could break through that firewall. I thought I would’ve had to bring out the big guns, but no. You would think they would have a stronger security than this. It would be easy to create. For example, there is this one line of code that you can place as a trap. If anybody tries to break through, it attacks them back, destroys their technology. It’s quite effective.” He chuckled. In the back of his mind, Lance knew he was rambling. He couldn’t really help it when he was in Prodigy Mode. That’s what his family called it when he got like this. As Lance typed, he couldn’t see the shocked and disbelieving looks on his teammates faces. “Ah! There it is! Just the one I was looking for! Just a few more seconds and you’ll be-” the doors of the room busted wide, and the Galra looked at him murderously. Lance froze as he noticed that in one hand, the Galra had a knife. “Why you little piece of-” the insult died on his tongue as he charged toward Lance. Lance tried to move, to defend himself, but his legs gave out from beneath him. The Galra was on top of him, pining his weight to the ground, and he slowly raised the knife to his chest. Keith thrashed wildly against his cuffs. “LANCE, NO! I’M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU SONOFABITCH DO YOU HEAR ME? DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!” The Galra raised up bringing Lance with him. “Oh, I see what’s going on here…I wonder how the red Paladin would react if he had to watch his precious blue bleed out. Right in front of his eyes.” Lance closed his eyes, crying softly. “It’s okay guys. I’m sorry I failed, but I knew this was coming.” He gave them a weak smile. “Lance…” “Enough of this sob story! It’s time for you to die!” Just as the Galra was about to thrust the knife through him, a deafening crash rang around them, and one of the walls shattered. Lance chocked and gagged as the dust settled when he heard Keith murmur “…Red?” It was, in fact, the Red Lion…but his back was toward Keith and the others. Red was looking directly at Lance and the offending Galra. Lance stared in shock and disbelief. Unfortunately the Galra was the first to react. He grabbed Lance by the shoulder, and buried the knife deep into his abdomen. Lance made a gurgling noise from the back of his throat as his mind went blank and all he could feel was a searing white, hot pain. “LANCE!!!” Lance couldn’t respond, his eyes wide. A roar ripped from the Red Lion and he attacked the Galra. Lance’s hand slowly reached down to the gaping, bleeding wound. His brain took over once more. His body slowly taking him back to the computer keys. “Lance! Come back right now!” “Lance, it’s not worth it!” “Please, stop!” “You’re gonna hurt yourself even more!” Lance ignored his team. His fingers reached the keyboard and he typed the final line of code. The team’s cuffs fell to the ground, just when Lance did. A broken “L-Lance!” ripped from Keith’s throat as he ran to him. He pulled Lance into his lap, trying to stop the bleeding. “Come on Lance, stay with me! You can’t leave me, you idiot, you can’t!” Tears were starting to spill from his eyes. Lance smiled weakly again. “Looks like we’re having another bonding moment. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll ever remember this one.” “Lance, please. It’s okay if you don’t remember, I don’t care. Just please stay awake, please stay with me.” Lance grabbed his hand and gave him a small smile. The team gathered around him, Pidge and Hunk sobbing while Shiro had a dark look in his eyes. “It’s alright guys.” Lance closed his eyes, welcoming the calming darkness. “It was all part of the plan.”
now before y’all grab your pitchforks and torches just know that he is still my precious heart who I love very much and can do no wrong. with that being said… . .
Patton knows about Logan’s love for word association games; how he will almost compulsively respond to them. I think Patton deliberately uses this information twice to divert the conversation.
And you know I have personal headcanons about Patton deliberately rilling Logan up, I don’t think it’s that far off to think that he also enjoys rilling Thomas up by purposely misusing the word adultery, like this long running dad joke. (I may be biased as this is totally the type of joke my own dad would make. )
“I am greatful my higher power has given me a second chance to live a worthwhile life… I am greatful to be free from the slavery of alcohol. I am greatful for peace of mind and the opportunity to grow.”
(Woooo more prompts! Woooo NEGAN 😏😏Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Walking up to him to whisper in his ear about how bad you need his big thick cock right now and how you can’t stop thinking about it, all while pressing your hand on it or his chest
-Getting mad at him and making a scene to the point where you get him to say the wrong things and slap him across the cheek, turning him on right on the spot
-Praising him for being the man he is and adding on to his comments to himself about being a hard man, getting him rilled up
-Wearing shorter dresses to tease him as you’d walk around the Sanctuary and happen to bend over right in front of him at the right moment
-Using a softer tone and calling him “Daddy” subtly while in public just to beg and plead for him to let you slide with something, only to turn him on the more he hears you
-Holding Lucille for him whether it be in a seductive way to surprise him the moment he turns around or simply playfully swinging her around and getting excited over “fun” it is, making him just want to teach you a lesson
-Begging him to fuck you harder and praising him for how good he’s making you feel and how he’d the only one you need, as he truly enjoys being the only man to make you feel that way
-Him just enjoying to look at you all sweaty and out of breath from the number of walkers you just killed, as he can’t stop thinking about you using your stamina to ride him
-Touching yourself and laying on the bed so that the first thing he sees is you displayed for him, all while moaning his name and telling him that you just had to do it as he was on your mind the whole day
-Wearing his jacket for fun, only to wear nothing under it but your lingerie or thong, taking him by complete surprise when he asks for it back in the morning
Do you do art trades with any artists or just friends?
Nah I trade with every artist! As long as you are open, friendly, a decent human being who doesn’t commit genocide or steal a population’s water source, I am good.
EDIT: I hate to say it, but it must be said: art trades will be closed for now because I was rill smart and thought I could juggle it with my work at the same time. They’ll be closed for a while or at least until my juggling skills improve or until I grow six more arms.
Anxiety was wedged into the corner of the couch, knees drawn up to his chest. The epitome of physical comfort, he smirked to himself as he scrolled through tumblr. Physical was the key word there as he attempted to distract himself from his thoughts which were, to put it mildly, uncomfortable. He glanced up at Prince who was sitting at the dining room table, polishing his katana and humming a happy tune that Anxiety didn’t recognize. Anx felt a stab of jealousy as he watched the man work. Though he may not have been as physically comfortable as Anxiety currently was in his warm soft ball, it was obvious that the inside of Prince’s head was very comfortable.
“You’re staring.” Prince said in a light hearted, sing-song voice; not bothering to look up from his work.
“No I wasn’t” Anxiety said a bit to defensively. “I was just zoned out.”
“Sure.” The fanciful man said, his tone one of teasing disbelief. Anxiety rolled his eyes and settled deeper into the cushions before turning his attention back to his dash, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to Roman’s face, so happy and concentrated at the same time.
Morality and Logic came into the room just then, on their way to the kitchen. Logic’s face was twisted up as he tried to make sense of Dad’s inane babbling. Anxiety would remind him that it was a hopeless endeavor, but it was much more entertaining to watch him get wound up. Dad made another terrible joke which caused Logic to throw his hands in the air and make a very frustrated sound before turning to the fridge. Morality turned and threw the other two a mischievous wink before launching into a set of even worse dad jokes.
Prince and Anxiety shared a dumbfounded look. He had always assumed that Morality was just that oblivious, the idea that he was purposely rilling Logan up was near unimaginable.
“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” Morality said to Logic’s backside. “Tell you what kiddo, let’s make a couple sandwiches then we can watch a documentary of your choosing?” Logan visibly brightened at that.
“Aren’t they cute?” Prince asked once the room was empty again.
Anxiety made a disgusted sound but that jealous feeling was niggling at him again.
“You know…we could be cute.“ The other man continued. That actually made him snort, not even bothering to look up to see if Prince was serious. “I’m being sincere
Anxiety stared at Roman for a long time, a whirlwind had started in his head and each thought was worst than the last. “Look,” he started slowly, “I get not wanting to be alone, but that doesn’t mean you should just pair up with whoever’s around. There is someone out there for you.” the optimism felt unfamiliar on his tongue, but not necessarily false. He was sure that for someone like Prince there were a thousand someones.
The other man sheathed his blade with a snort, Anxiety flinched away from the sound. “A) I’m not some lonely guy looking to hook up. B) You are not some lonely guys hook up, okay? And C)” there was a pause as Prince’s face shifted into a grin,” You’re my yang.” Then he gave him his best Charming Smile. The one that said ‘I know that was cheesy but you loved it anyways.’ Anxiety’s brain raced trying to figure out what was going on, his whole body was screaming “Danger!” However, Roman’s smile was gentle and sincere as he moved to sit in front of Anxiety on the couch. He placed one hand on Anxieties knee which was still drawn up towards his chest.
“Anxiety, do you remember that day we talked about Disney films?” Anx gave a wary nod. “You’ve been on my mind a lot since that day. I thought perhaps I had a missed judged you, and indeed I had. I have watched you closer the past few weeks, and all I can think about is talking to you again, seriously and deeply. I want to know you and understand you. I want you challenging my ideas and occasionally calling me out on my crap. Also I suspect you to be a fantastic cuddler. “ That last was said with a giant grin, but the longer Anxiety simply stared at him the more doubt crept into the others eyes. It was an expression he had never seen on the others face, it broke his, heart which was hammering against his ribs, but he still couldn’t force any words past his throat.
“I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot all at once, but think about it will you?” With that Roman rose gracefully, placing a kiss atop his head before leaving the room.
Now alone, wedged in the corner of the couch, Anxiety trembled struggling to believe what he’d heard, struggling to drown out the dark voices whose words were harsh and bitter. Could Thomas’ Dreams and Nightmares get along, coexist? Could they be a …Dream Team? He thought channeling his inner dad.
Anxiety went looking for Roman, not sure what he would say to him and doing everything in his power not to think about. He focused on finding the other and reciting the lyrics to songs instead. The effect was wearing off, he needed to find the other quickly or the dark thought would win out and he’s just go home. Finally he spotted him, his white shirt and red sash barely visible in the dusk. He was seated on the top of a grassy hill, watching the fireflies come out. Anxiety walked up quietly behind him, heart thudding and hoping hard than he’d ever hoped that the Prince had ment each of his words. Roman looked up at him questioningly once he realized he was there, but once again his words were stuck in his throat. Instead he sat down next to the man, leaning his head against the broad shoulder and threading their hands together. All of the tension left Prince’s frame and he let out a small relieved sigh that Anx would have missed had he not been sitting so close. It made him smile a little, surely even Prince was not that god an actor?
Roman Kissed the top of his head again before leaning his own against it. “I’m not perfect. Much as it pains me to admit it.”
Anxiety raised his head so he could give Prince as confused look. “I’m not perfect but I’m going to try, Anxiety I’m going to try so hard.” Before his stupid cloudy dark brain could catch up with him he leaned forward and kissed him.