the beautiful and talented @neenka and I did a collab and I’m so happy !!!! 

PLAGG AND TIKKI. AREN’T THEy CUTe. I love their design sobs they’re so tiny and cute and cinnamon rolls///o(*≧□≦)o 

She did the beautiful lineart and I colored. I feel so blessed to be able to collab with so talented friends ;___; thank you neenka !!


Years and years ago i saw Rachel in Wicked in the West End. Now she’s back, I just had to go again tonight. Gorgeous show. Blew me away even more this time. Her voice is like nothing else.

anonymous asked:

Okay but why does JMo look so wan? Like her face looks thin and her voice isn't what it used to be. The OUAT publicity people know this because in the promo picture with the evil queen they used old pictures (the evil queen, the dark one, and old Emma Swan) but like, why would they have to do that?

I still don’t get the choices they made for Emma last season (and I talk about Emma cause JMO looks just fine to me when she’s not Emma). She lost some weight to play the dark swan and I wish she didn’t, but she’s always beautiful.

So…Emma 2.0 looks sick all the time, she’s pale, and we know it’s a choice (”I don’t have any issues” scene, it implies she has many)

I suppose it’s because she almost lost her truv luv, but why they didn’t do it while Henry was without a heart in Neverland?
She managed to look very alive and strong when her SON was dying, and I find offensive that she looks like a zombie because a boyfriend who tried to kill her family just died.

I can tell you I can’t take it anymore.
I loved Emma in season ½/3 and I even loved her more than Regina in season 4. But I can’t even look at her anymore now. She looks like someone who needs an intervention ASAP.
I dislike C$ with all my heart, but when Poochie came back from the underworld for a minute I thought “thank you God, at least Emma will not look like a zombie anymore”.


She still does.

I saw some “sparkles” in her eyes in the finale when she was with Regina and Henry but it didn’t last. She’s still a zombie in the s6 sneak peeks.

Now I assume it’s because of the new storyline (she’s in therapy), but I’m just tired of this version of Emma.

I miss season 1 Emma, she had no walls and could easily love her new friends, her son, open up to Graham and August, she was a dork and didn’t need to dress like a princess to be feminine. She was a real badass.

Do you like Gruvia

Do you like Gray Fullbuster because he’s so sexy

How about Juvia Lockser because of her happy character and because she’s so beautiful

Are you a slut for them *say yes and nod*

Well you should follow and join the slutsforgrayfullbuster (why the hell was this in autocorrect) clan @slutsforh2o because this blog has everything you need from sexy Gray abs to precious Juvia to fabulous Lyon(on sporadic occasions)

We want the Gruvia fandom to be happy and to feel loved. This blog supports any and every type of h2o talent so if you write or draw, let us know so we can reblog because no hoe should be left behind. Perhaps you can even submit stuff if you’d like. Submit why you love the characters. Submit your freakin fangirling thoughts like we don’t care we’re a bunch sluts so go ahead


يتزوجها لدينها ..
Marry her for her deen .. ❤

عاجلا أو آجلا انها سوف تكون جميلة حتى أن الشعر لا يمكن أن تصف لها.
Sooner or later she will be so beautiful that even poetry can’t describe her❤

A Throne of Glass and Fury: Part IX

So, a few things first:

1. I reached over 1.1 thousand followers on here!!!

2. I can officially use Tumblr again now that I’ve finished Empire of Storms


So, without further ado….


Aedion was gazing across the field, at the beautiful woman who’s green eyes seemed  to blaze in the show that Aelin and Rowan were currently putting on —snow and fire dancing and playing around each other. The breath was nearly snatched right out of his lungs as Lysandra smiled.

She was so gods-damned beautiful. 

And he was a rutting coward for not having admitted his feelings to her yet.

He thought about it plenty enough. He had even thought about how he would go about expressing his feelings. It wouldn’t be anything lavish; After all these years, Lysandra’s taste for pretty things hadn’t exactly dwindled…she had just found things she valued far greater than dresses and jewelry. 

Lysandra suddenly turned, her eyes going straight to him as if he had called out her name and then she was walking towards him. She stopped once she was close enough to reach out and take his hand if she so wished, and a glint of something dangerous sparked in her eyes as she murmured, “You will visit my rooms tonight.”

He opened his mouth…to do what, he wasn’t sure.

“That wasn’t a request, General. It was an order,” she smirked. “Besides, you haven’t finished that story you started early today, and I refuse to go to bed without hearing the rest of it.”

He looked at her. Really looked at her. At her hair, a silky sheet of black that stopped just above her breasts, at her eyes that reminded him of the green fields of Terrasen, at that sensous mouth.

And he tried, gods damn him he really tried to think of something snarky to say, even attempted to slip his face into that care-free cockiness he had been known for. But his eyes were solemn, and he meant it when he said, “Okay.”

A flash of surprise on her face.

“Okay? That’s it? No, ‘You’re not in charge of me, Lady’? No, ‘Perhaps I’ll be busy visiting someone else’s bed tonight’?” 

Aedion only chuckled once before bravely taking one of her hands in his. They had lost the soft daintiness of a lady used to living in squalor, callused from living through battle…however they still managed to maintain some of that delicacy that had never seemed to leave her after all these years. 

Lysandra glanced at their entwined hands, her breathing seeming to have all but stopped as she examined the way his large hands engulfed her smaller ones. As if in a type of trance, her thumb traced the back of his hand, feeling the calluses and roughness of it.

“Lysandra,” he said softly. Her eyes met his, but before he could finish his thought, there was a sharp intake of breath.

Aedion had his sword drawn less than a heartbeat later, and when he dared to glance at Lysandra, the beautiful courtesan had transformed into her favorite form: Snow Leopard.

His eyes were darting around, quickly and thoroughly assessing the situation and scanning for any signs of danger. Lysandra was lowly growling, poised and ready to strike as three figures were making their way towards Feyre and Rhysand.

But the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court did not seem at all worried. In fact, Feyre’s arms opened in warm welcome at the sight of the three guests. 

A soft wind blew in his direction, and Aedion knew that it had been a deliberate move on Rowan’s part. A silent order. 

Their scents—get their scents.

Two of the three were distincly female. Whereas one smelt like cinnamon and spices, like steel and bravery, the other smelt like a fresh soil and wind and a hint of peppermint. The last, however, was male…and he possessed a scent that was an interesting mixture of fall leaves and sweet spices and sunlight and roses. There was nothing that screamed ‘Danger!’, but Aedion had quickly learned over the years that the very things that seemed safe were usually the most dangerous of them all. 

So Aedion—along with the rest of the Terrasen court, he realized—remained in their defensive positions, ready at any time to eliminate any potential threats that these three new Fae would pose.

And then Feyre was turning towards them, preparing to introduce the Court of Terrasen when she stopped, surprise and slight amusement flickering on her beautiful features.

“Quite the guests you’ve invited, Feyre,” said the woman who smelt of spices and steel. 

A faint blush crept up the High Lady’s cheeks. “I suppose I should properly introduce you all,” she cleared her throat. “May I introduce my sister’s Elain and Nesta, and Nesta’s mate, Lucien.”

Aedion surveyed them all and realized now that the two women did somewhat resemble Feyre. 

The one introduced as Elain posessed the same golden-brown hair as her sisters, but where Feyre and Nesta had eyes the color of the sky just before it rained, Elain’s resembled rich soil. Everything about her was lovely—from her slender face to her delicate frame. 

Nesta was her complete opposite. Two different sides of the same coin. Nesta’s face was made up of sharp angles and calculating eyes. Where Elain was all long limbs and graceful features, Nesta was all curves…a body that very much resembled one a certain shape-shifter had been trapped in years ago…

And the male had hair the color of wildfire, one russet eye and one mechanical one. He was tall and thin, but something told Aedion that there was also muscle beneath his clothes. He was beautiful…handsome even, though his expression reminded Aedion very much of Dorian—two high-born males that had seen and endured tragedy and despair and lived.

Feyre went on to introduce the rest of them, and it did not escape Aedion’s notice that Cassian seemed to gravitate closer, almost as if by an invisble force, to Nesta. 

“We just finished eating a few moments ago,” Rhysand said, but Aedion read the hidden meaning.

“That’s alright,” Elain smiled prettily. “The journey took longer than expected.”

A delay. Something had delayed them.

Aedion knew that Rowan had also picked up on the underlying meaning when the Fae King glanced his way.

Lucien placed an encouraging hand on Elain’s elbow and smiled at them all in turn. “I apologize for arriving and leaving so abruptly, but we have traveled a long way and wish to rest for a while.”

“No need to apologize, Lord Lucien–”

The red-haired man politely interuppted, “Just Lucien, if you please.”

Aelin smiled at him. “No need to apologize, Lucien. Rest. We’ll all catch up over breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Not a question, but not quite a command either. There was no room for argument in the Queen’s tone and they all very well knew it. If you didn’t show up for breakfast the next morning, there had better be a damned good reason.

They all said their goodnights and parted ways, and as Lysandra and Aedion retreated to the former’s rooms, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something wrong. That there was something the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court were not telling them.

And he wasn’t quite sure he appreciated being left out of the loop.


anonymous asked:

im a sophomore, my crush is a senior, she has long curly hair, brown skin and brown eyes, she is so beautiful, also once she sold me a muffin, idc if she is straight or older than me, seeing her at school and having little interactions is okay for me

aw thats cute