Quick! The First OC You Think Of Is Dropped In The World Of The Last Movie/show You Watched. How Are

It's the slightly unfocused eyes that do it for me. Like, there are no thoughts happening behind those eyes. You say I violated the Geneva Convention?? Girlie I understand maybe two of those words at most.

Me looking at tags in my notes: "What is one thousand notes pickman....?"

love this album so much!! i've been obsessed with the folklore of st sasha about as long as i can remember, it's endlessly fascinating. the whole motif of the forest that never existed haunts me to this day, and i think "the girl who painted death" might be one of my all-time favourite fairy tales. as for the elephant in the room... personally, i'm of the camp that david brownley was killed by a shark that was anomalously far north, but then that doesn't explain how he was found so far inland, and those papers... if only they hadn't been burned, maybe we might have some better insights into what really happened </3 anyway, you've done an amazing job bringing st sasha lore it to light for a wider audience! weird that it isn't already more popular. aight, i'm gonna go rewatch goncharov for the thousandth time.

we new albuming out here

this is a concept i've had kicking around for longer than i care to admit. i'm so hyped to get this out of my brain and into your headphones

Listening to this song feels different after reading this post.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Zerxus, after Nidas kills him and gives him a chance to be free of Asmodeus' control: "I believe I can help with that."

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3 years hrt. im hotter than god

Want. And. Need.

TRANS FUCKS AND GIRLY POPS

SHOW @nyahalloshop SOME LOVE FOR THIS SHIT SO WE CAN GET US SOEM SHARK SUITES PLEASE OMG (sorry ik you havent posted this desighn on tumblr yet but OMG)

yup.

all good doctor who ships fall under the category of “not platonic, not romantic, not even a secret third thing but an even more secret and fucked up fourth thing”