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saudade (noun) | PORTUGUESE

a deep, nostalgic, and melancholic longing for something or someone, often accompanied with a denied fact that what one longs for will never come back

“I wonder, can I keep up with it? The speed of the world without you in it.”


Say what you want about Scarecrow’s New52 origin story, but you can’t deny that this scene was absolutely heart wrenching. This little girl befriends Scarecrow, despite all of the experiments he had done on her up to that point… and he doesn’t know how to cope with that kind of compassion.

All comics posted are scanned by myself at 300dpi or higher


       Mama, wenn ich älter werde, such mir k e i n e n Mann

       alles was mich glüklich macht kann ich a l l e i n

Pia Douwes & Maya Hakvoort in the Original Vienna Production of Elisabeth

warm, calm afternoon

Hogwarts AU! While drawing this I realized I really need this in my life. If anyone knows/ has written a fanfic please tell me so I can read it! 

I think that Roy would be a Slytherin and Riza would be a Hufflepuff, but I’d like to know more people’s opinions as well so feel free to rant about this with me I love talking about FMA and Harry Potter <333


@queenxolivier here it is WE CAN BOTH DIE NOW?

some feelings in the tags

 'Would you try some sweet magic?’



New Theory Express :)

Fairy tail 521- Acnologia Will Be Back Soon? Confirmartion Theory Acno Location ?

You’re Never This Quiet

Request: could u do #99 on the prompt list with jughead??

Prompt:  “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?”

a/n; first Jughead imagine, bare with me

Word Count: 515

Pairing: Jughead Jones X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

I silently watched Jug type away on his computer, his writing coming to him so effortlessly, occasionally he would look up from the screen, as if he was waiting for me to speak just so he could beg me to shut up. Except I didn’t, I wasn’t constantly speaking on and on about everything and anything like I normally do, which has never once happened in the entirety of our romantic relationship. My eyes scanned the back of his laptop, as if it had changed since the last time I looked at it. 

Although my eyebrows almost completely shot up when Jughead had started shutting the device, I looked at the clock before looking back at him, “you never stop writing this early.” I pointed out, continuing to lay in the same spot on his bed. “Ah, it speaks!” He exclaimed, sitting next to me on the bed, moving to be in the same position as me. “What is so interesting about that corner of my room?” He tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out why I was staring at the spot where two of his bedroom walls met.

I shrugged, staying silent, my mind going back to all that has been happening in our normally repetitive town. How is it that all of a sudden we got a mess of things dropped on us? Between Jason’s apparent murder and week long torture session, the normal drama at school has completely sky rocketed, along with little odd things here and there. “Y/N,” Jug started off, trying to pull my attention to him, with a sigh, I turned my head to be looking at him. “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” 

He didn’t sound like his normal investigative self, no, now he just sounded concerned, and slightly confused. “Just thinking.” I replied, tugging the sleeves of my over-sized hoodie down, covering my oddly cold hands. “About?” He prodded, lolling his head to the side, making it gently hit mine. I reached up pushing it to the other side, making a small smile appear on his face before I retracted my hand. 

“Everything.” I answered vaguely, just trying to get a charge out of him. “Stop being so vague.” He deadpanned, scanning over my face, his eyes landing on mine. “Jason’s murder, school, all the weird stuff suddenly happening in Riverdale.” I finally gave him an actual answer, to which he gave me a small head nod. “It’s very outlandish.” He agreed, using one of his slightly odd words, just to see if I would roll my eyes like usual, which I did. 

I slid closer to him, sticking my head under his raised arm, letting it rest across to back of my neck as we looked at one another. “Well, Juggie, I guess we just have to deal with these ominous situations that our once calm town is suddenly in.” I nuzzled my head under his chin, partially in his neck and on his chest. His fingers tapped against my back, like one would do to a table, “I guess we do, Y/N.”