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.the sword and the faith.

@elisera / elisera.tumblr.com

.be fucking better.
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Can we just appreciate the GROWTH 

Bitty year 1: the living embodiment of a fainting goat.

Bitty year 4: Such focus. Such competency. (and that jawline tho)

It’s also just a major glow up on like, all levels.

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lazulisong

I was laughing to myself all across the grocery store

of course I didn’t get anything done on my actual WIP but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anyway imagine this: there you are, an Innocent Gay, sleepily waiting up for your bestie to call you after his Grand Prix guest slot and maybe send you some creep shots of your celeb crush at the banquet and instead of sending you a picture of your celeb crush flipping his hair back and looking very daddy in his Armani, your bestie calls you. He does, all right. 

He calls and says “sooooooooo definitely don’t go on twitter for a while but everything is fine and you’re not like, in trouble,” and you wake up and then he says “mmmmmmaybe Victor Nikiforov said something about how he always see you around but you never stick around for him to talk to you” and your heart freezes, but then he finished up by saying “and mmmmmaybe I was pretty tired and wired and, you know, my filter wasn’t working great, and mmmmmmmmmmmaaaaayyyyyyyyybeeeeeee I said something that might have sounded a tiny bit like ‘he’s got anxiety and he thinks you’re cute, of course he’s not sticking around, you dumb gay’. anyway. seriously don’t check twitter right now, Chris G was like, right there and –”

then you hang up and scream into your pillow and your bestie texts you “I’M GOING TO TELL YOUR MOTHER YOU HUNG UP ON YOUR PARENT, BITCH” and you text him back a picture of a very shocked and upset dog, except it turns out every shocked and upset dog meme you have is of Victor Nikiforov’s poodle. Fuck.

and then a month later, your dog dies while you’re skating at the Grand Prix Finals and Victor Nikiforov clearly remembers what your roommate said because he offers you a pity picture. 

and like, there’s no way your day can get worse. so you get drunk.

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Let’s at least take a moment to appreciate all of the Physical Affection that happened between Bitty and Jack in this update

^ here where their love is just PLASTERED all over their faces

^ this ENTIRE PANEL with Jack “zero f*cks given” Zimmermann, oh my god you BEAUTIFUL BRAVE WALNUT

^ I spy 2 hands belonging to Alicia and 1 belonging to Jack “my hand belongs here” Zimmermann 

^ I know Bits, I know

^ cool cool cool cool cool cool 

^ focus on the arm around Bitty’s shoulder, not Bitty’s concerned/worried face, oh god

^ and just, all the smooches <333

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hugealienpie

Although Bitty doesn’t have time to participate in GSA activities, he’s on the mailing list, so he always knows when they meet and when they have big events coming up. He’s been bringing them baked goods if he’s on campus—usually as a drop-and-dash—since his first year.

The active GSA members know nothing about him beyond his name. They don’t know he’s on the hockey team, or that he has a vlog with a respectable following, or that he eventually ends up regularly babysitting for a good quarter of the Providence Falconers organization. They assume he’s a lonely, closeted kid who’s too scared to come to meetings.

When all of Samwell blows up after The Kiss, there’s a lot of confused GSA students watching the video and going, “Wait—is that Eric the Muffin Kid?”

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The first humans were gods—powerful ones. But as they multiplied, their powers and domains were broken and distributed among their offspring: from the sun goddess rose dawn and evening, from the earth god, stone and treasure. And as the children of the gods multiplied and became the human race, these domains splintered further and further and grew weaker and more specific, until in the present day Lars Nilson of Oslo, 55, is the unwitting god of the sound rain makes upon a single pond in India, and your great-grandmother may have been the goddess of calico cats, but you are only the god of one, named Jupiter, and he hates you.

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