I did some outdoors sketching during a brief glimmer of sunshine, but the on-flowing mysteries past the broad river-bend were barred by a beaked guardian.

The Tale of The Three Sisters - Masterpost

There were once three sisters who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. This is their story.





anonymous asked:

prompt idea: everyone's reaction to the fact that pidge has been hiding their trash meteor fluff buddies in the castle of lions for months


“You know, Pidge,” Shiro says, somewhat weakly. He’s standing in the doorway with Keith, staring slack-jawed into Pidge’s bedroom. Approximately four dozen Pastel Space Caterpillars blink curiously back at them, little mustaches glowing far too cheerfully in the dim lighting. “When you said you needed help, this isn’t exactly what I thought you meant.”

“How did you smuggle so many of these things in?” Lance gawks. Hunk’s delighted, already inside cooing at a handful of the pastel yellow friends.

“I didn’t ‘smuggle’ them, thanks,” Pidge says, “And I never meant to have fifty-something of them here or I wouldn’t have let them get used to my room. I only started with two.”

(Accepting mini-prompts tonight!)

Ya’ll, I know I reblogged something about this earlier, but I finished Tales From Perach by @shiraglassman​ today and it’s really good. :) It’s a book of Jewish fantasy short stories with wonderful LGBTQ+ rep, including both f/f and m/m romance, as well as trans, ace/aro, and demisexual rep. 

Seriously, check out this book! ^_^