Me with blood shot eyes from crying and lack of sleep, empty wallet from buying books and paying overdue library book fees, aching body from constantly being in an uncomfortable reading position, emotionally drained from reading that heartbreaking scene, overwhelmed from the mountain of books on my TBR:
You poor unfortunate soul.
Can we talk more about Lextra’s room here?
Like- homegirl has 4 FUCKING RUGS IN THE CENTER OF HER ROOM AND THOSE ARE JUST THE ONES WE CAN SEE IN THESE SHOTS
WHY DO YOU NEED 4 FUCKING RUGS LEXA
THEY DONT EVEN MATCH
AND WHAT ABOUT THAT FUCKING BEAR RUG HUH? WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS WITH THAT? DID YOU KILL IT YOURSELF OR DO YOU JUST LIKE THE AESTHETIC IT BRINGS TO YOUR WILD ASS ROOM
AND WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE CANDLES ON THAT WEIRD SHELF THING IN THE AIR ABOVE THE BOX IN THE LAST FRAME???? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LIGHT THOSE FUCKERS?? DO YOU JUST HAVE SOME POOR SOUL OF A SERVANT BOY NAMED WESLEY WHO HAS TO CLIMB A MOUNTAIN OF YOUR RANDOM HOARDER ASS SHIT JUST TO LIGHT 8 FUCKING CANDLES TO MATCH YOUR MISMATCHED RUGS, DEAD BEAR AESTHETIC???¿? WHAT A FUCKING HASSLE
And also what the actual fuck are those floating candle cages????¿? Why the fuck do they hang so low? Just imagine Clarke getting out of bed at like 3 am to go to the bathroom, half asleep and tired af with her eyes barely open. She knows the rooms layout enough to be able to walk through practically blind but she always forget about those stupid ass candle cages until CLANG she walks headfirst into one and smacks the shit out of her forehead. And Lexa wakes up to the smash and Clarke’s half grunt half roar of pain and salty frustration and immediately goes for her bedside dagger ready to fite like ‘who dare attack me and my Clorke?¿’ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
And in the darkness of their room she just gets from Clarke 'jeSUS FUCKING FUCK SHIT FUCK WHY’ and Lexa is so confused and startled and disoriented and ready to kick some ass but Clarke is still going off 'WHY THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS EVEN REAL WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED THIS SHIT LEXA FUCK’ and Lexa’s eyes are adjusting and she can now see that she and Clarke are the only one’s in here so she is just like ?¿ big eyes like the confused puppy she is and like stumbling through the dark towards Clarke with needy grabby hands like 'clorke my sun and my stars I will protect- where you be?’
And Clarke is just holding her forehead continuing to roar obscenities even though it honestly isn’t even that painful she’s mostly just tired and pissed that she has to deal with this shit at 3 am and she’s just 'LEXA GET RID OF THIS SHIT YOU DONT NEED 78 FUCKING CANDLES IN HERE AND 9 OF THEM IN FUCKING FLOATING METAL FUCKING SHIT CAGES’
and yes I did count all those candles and I counted 78 fucking candles fite me (don’t actually I’m small and frail)
And Lexa is just like 'shhhh klark my love come back to sleep’
And Clarke is 'FUCKING WHY LEXA’
And Lexa is all 'shhhh it’s for the aesthetic clork’
Clarke 'bUT WHY-’
Lexa 'shhhhhhhhhhhhh the aesthetic clock the aesthetic’
And a guard comes in like 'HEDA I HEARD SCREAMING ARE YOU ALRIGHT’
And Clarke grabs some random ass candle lying around and chucks it at this poor soul like 'NOT FUCKING NOW WESLEY’
I HAVE COME WITH DARK SOULS ANGST AND LORE. so ring of the lucii + luna rough concepts. does her crown look familiar? there’s a context for this scene, but more on that later - for now, the ring. it grants power in exchange for life energy- so basically it’s a parasite that channels the old gods through the bearer. Ignis does not like it, because he knows it’ll take Luna away from him, the same way it took the king.
Ink: *reaches towards Error and pokes him*
Error: Ink. No.
Ink: *smiles and pokes Error again*
Ink: I’m the superior right now…
Error: *Is laying on the floor at a sleep over with Ink and Blue*
Ink: Blue poke the Error.
Blue: *reaches Down and pokes Error also*
Error: IM GONNA KILL YOU BOTH
Narrorator: Error.exe has stopped responding.
((This is based off of something currently happening. Blue is my friend Lexi, Ink is my friend Emily, and I am currently Error. Help me.))
The Ladies of Shipwrecked Present: Vintage Disney Villains!
We had so much fun on our Gotham Sirens shoot earlier this year that we wanted to do it again, only this time embodying our very favorite evil Disney ladies. Thanks again to our resident photographer/photo editor David Cater and his lovely wife Genevieve Swords for helping us bring Ursula, Cruella, and Maleficent to life in this way! Who shall we vintage-ify next? Only time will tell, you poor, unfortunate souls!