i’m hysterical
THE TIME I THOUGHT OF YOU
send ‘THE TIME I THOUGHT OF YOU’ for a time my muse thought of yours.
Eriu sighed,slowly turning pages of a book she never thought she would want to read again. She had first noticed it on her shelf some five years earlier, read it once to discharge her curiosity, and forgot about it. Or rather ignored it as well as she could, for the tacky purple cover almost shone on its spot, squeezed in between classical german literature from the late twenties. The golden font on the back read: ‘H.J. Redford; Fairytales’.
Eriu always quietly assumed that the author wrote as a form of an inspired diary. Some chapters were clearly distorted reflections of reality, others did not sound familiar, but that did not mean they weren’t exactly that. For what purpose? Eriu could only guess.
Selina should take a look, Eriu thought as she read the tale of the lost maiden and an evil witch. The chapters she could tell adressed events she and the author witnessed pulled a string Eriu rarely allowed to sound. The similarites between her past and present apprentices were many, and if Selina were allowed to read some of that she would most likely get spooked. From how they met, how they started their relationship to how Selina looked and behaved, it all was so familiar it almost felt like getting on the same amusement park ride for the second time.
Perhaps this time it was up to her to make the experience different from what she’d already lived.
Eriu huffed a tired laugh, and drowned the cigarette she was smoking in the wine she did not finish.
@sohelish you deserve the best
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Everything is starting to get heated and Hel sighs, fully aware that a fight could happen and it might be a glorious one but, damn it, that would be waste of time. So now she has to go, instead of actually staying and tearing a few people apart.
“Well, bye,” she chuckles and with a swift telekinetic push does a flip, breaking the window behind her and ending up in the adjoining hallway. Before the men with guns know any better, she starts running surprsingly fast and now it will take significant time to catch her, as she is lost in the set of corridors.
Hiding in one of the darker nooks she picks up the walkie-talkie and establishes contact. “Yup. It was a trap all right. This research facility lacks class.”
A distorted voice comes over through the walkie. 'Roget that.’ After that there is a moment of radio silence; plain white noise.
The telltale sounds of a frantic chase echo in the labyrinth of hallways, gradually becoming louder and louder. It takes a moment before Eriu comes through again.
‘Make it back to the Gergich Manor now, Helena, and bring tongs. Don Matias is unwilling to cooperate, we will have to convince him. One nail at a time.’
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prettycelebsandcosplayers
Nina Dobrev and Julianne Hough
Okay but watch this to the end.
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(X) XVI: The Tower
I’ll be uploading the old tarot cards now since I’ve figured I’ll probably end up repainting them anyway. They do well as portrait pieces, but I’m not happy with them as cards, so… Now you get to enjoy them.
Here we have Oswald, shamelessly cosplaying Captain Hook. And fruit.
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you know what’s always bugged me? when a character is faced with some magical two headed being or some shit and one always lies while the other tells the truth and to figure out which is which the character’s like “which one of you is the liar” or something like bruh literally all you gotta do is be like “what’s two plus two” one of them’s gonna say four and the other one is gonna say 83 or some shit. there you go. answered. go on with your magical quest to defeat david bowie.
this has forty notes. that’s forty more notes than expected.
THIS IS A VERY GOOD POINT and deserves more notes
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Yeah like, super simple
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Cracks (Jordan Scott, 2009)
Updated to add:
I showed this to my husband and the following immediately occured:
Him: PEACE BE WITH YOU
Me: AND ALSO WITH YOU
Him: GOD BLESS YOU.
Me: PONTIFICATE. PONTIFICATE.
Him: GO WITH GOD, MY SON.
I’m torn between fascination at Stained Glass Dalek’s beauty, and ABSOLUTE TERROR BECAUSE IT’S A DALEK.
YOU SHALL BE EX-COMMUNICATED. EX-COMMUNICATE. EX-COMMUNICATE.
Source: jamieanderson.me.uk
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Varric: Yeah, weird.
Requested by someone in a Dragon Age group I belong to. Morrigan reacting to her mother being alive again after Origins.
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❝I never worry, darling. A leash can be pulled from either end.❞
Eriu smirked, throwing darts at the boar head hanging from the wall. Only when she cracked one of the glass eyes she stepped back. “Did you get their signatures?”
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ultimate dragon age meme - [1/3] unromancable characters you wish you could romance
scout lace harding
you absent fucker
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Flemeth’s long lost daughter.