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Kauai (a Hawaiian island, if you didn’t know) is currently experiencing historic flooding, which has also caused landslides. They got around 30 inches of rain in one day, where the previous record was only 12. Not only is this affecting the people living on the island, but it’s also hurting the reefs. More than 450 people had to be evacuated, human objects, like boats, have been thrown into the reefs, and I haven’t seen anything on the news about it. Please spread the word and donate if you can, this is a major crisis and it should not be downplayed and ignored.

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The Show Must Go On

Morrigan sighed dreamily as she beheld herself in the massive mirror that spanned the full length of one wall in her dressing room. She had been dressed in a stunning floor length gown that was fire engine red with a provocative slit that ran to the top of her thigh. The dress was covered in thousands of tiny white gems that sparkled when the light caught them and Mor could have died happy just then, from being dressed to the nines for her dream role.

Mor had taken up acting when she was eleven, and now that she had been acting for ten years, she had finally landed the lead role in a play that was near and dear to her heart and best of all, the play was showing on Broadway in New York City.

It was truly a dream come true and there was nothing more she could have asked for to perfect the life she was leading.

Well, almost nothing.

Almost nothing chose that precise moment to poke her head through the door and issue a low whistle at the show Mor could put on just standing in the gown alone on the stage doing nothing else.

“You do realise that half the cast and all the audience will likely faint when you walk on stage, right?” Andromache, her co-star in the play gushed, coming around to get a better view.

Mor flushed deeply, her nerves inevitably fried every time Andy paid her the slightest mind.

It was strange, Mor thought, to be such an accomplished actress but in the face of the stunning, brown haired beauty in front of her, she fell to absolute pieces and couldn’t hide her feelings.

Andy was aware of how she affected Mor and she often abused that knowledge but Mor found it hard to be angry with her despite it. The Broadway circuit was like this. You had to be able to goof around with your fellow cast members or the long hours would exhaust you.

Fortunately, this cast was a riot and there was always fun to be had.

Mor grinned broadly, cheeks still red, “Thank you, it’s what I was going for. I’d like to see all jaws on the floor by the end of the night.”

Andy grinned, “You can count me as your first victim.”

Mor couldn’t wipe the grin from her face. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

And indeed, dressed in a stunning and form fitting three piece suit with her hair pinned back to fit under a men’s bowler hat tipped slightly to cover one of her eyes, she was a sight to behold.

Mor swallowed as she drug her eyes up and down appraisingly.

Andromache bowed deeply at the waist, “Thank you, thank you. I do cut quite the dashing male figure, don’t I?”

She then righted herself and offered Mor her arm. “Allow me to escort you to the final act, my Lady?”

Mor’s eyes sparkled and she took Andy’s arm, “Well I would be remiss to decline such a gallant offer, good sir.”

Andy led Mor from her dressing room and the girls fell into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, causing much of the staff behind the scenes to pause and wonder what could possibly have their lead actresses so giddy.

Once backstage, Andromache released Mor’s arm and came to stand in front of her.

“Truly, Mor,” she pauses, eyes glittering with mischief, unable to tear her eyes away from Mor. “You are a beautiful woman, and a fantastic actress. You set the whole mood of this play and I could not have asked for a better co-star to share the spotlight with. I’m terribly sad that this is our final show together.”

Mor’s stomach dropped, it was an unpleasant truth. This would be the last time she would see Andy. Act with her. Joke with her. Touch her, even.   

How could she have forgotten that this was it?

This was the end.

She had never gotten the courage to ask her out when they spoke outside of work.

Shit.

“It has been a wild ride, Andy.” Mor whispered, wistfully, trying to hold back the unwelcome tears as she cursed herself inwardly for not having taken a chance.

Andy grinned and then leaned in and Mor’s heart started beating so swiftly she thought everyone around might be able to hear it.

Andy brushed a featherlight kiss against Mor’s cheek and then pulled back, an unnamed emotion flashing in her eyes.

“Break a leg, Mor.” And she withdrew, crossing behind the curtains to take her place on the opposite side of the stage.

Mor’s mind blanked and there was a moment when she couldn’t remember where she was, who she was or what she was supposed to be doing before a stagehand rushed over and ushered her to take her place, cursing about divas and their inability to do anything without being walked out on a red carpet.

Mor didn’t bother to correct the stagehand. She just barely got her wits together in time for the curtains to rise and the queue to start the final act.

One hour later

As Andromache delivered her last line and Mor prepared to close out the show, the crowd was already whooping and hollering.

Mor took her place and rested her hands on Andy’s arms before the fake kiss that would end the show.

The adrenaline was flowing through her veins and she was breathless with exhilaration as she looked up into Andy’s eyes to see the same feelings reflected.

Mor stood on her tippy toes to “kiss” Andromache and the crowd went wild and all got to their feet in a riotous and incredibly loud standing ovation.

But Andy shifted and before Mor knew it, she was being swept into Andy’s arms and dipped for an earth shattering kiss.

A real kiss.

Mor froze for a moment, unable to contain her shock before she met the ferocity of Andy’s lips with an eagerness that she no longer cared to hide.

As Andy’s tongue swept over her bottom lip, the crowd screamed and whistled while flowers of all shapes and colours were thrown on stage.

Andromache pulled away slightly and her startling blue eyes were luminous.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye to you, Morrigan.” She murmured, pulling Mor back upright so they could give their bows.

Mor then smiled brighter than all the stage lights currently spotlighting them and she took Andy’s hand in her own as they bowed alongside the rest of their cast and crew.

“Nor am I.”

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Feyre and the Bryaxis. I’m currently reading ‘A Court of Wings and Ruin’ by Sarah J. Maas. This is inspired by a rather tense and chilling moment in the story, I had to do a quick paint.

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An interpretation of Feyre. She’s never turned out “right” for me before, but I’m satisfied enough with this version. And I had fun working on it.

I imagine the Inner Circle at some fancy event when shit goes down. Feyre pulls out her new tricks to kick some ass while still looking High Lady af.

Feyre Archeron - A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J Maas

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Night Triumphant - and the Stars Eternal.

Idk where Feysand lands in my ultimate otp list BUT THEY R DEF TOP FIVE. Rhysand came out looking exactly like how I’ve always pictured him in my head so that’s great hehe.

Check out my latest painting of Rowan here if you’d like! I am also on Instagram if you’d like to follow me TT_TT. I post wips and other stuff on my stories sometimes TT_TT.

I hope you like this! <3

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Book characters aesthetic → [21/?] - Elide Lochan

“But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on. Or thirteen”

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BOOKS READ IN 2017: The Secret History by Donna Tartt 

I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.

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Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo)

I did it! Finally finished my Six of Crows fanart ;) 

It was long and I kept changing things but it’s done and i’m happy with the result!

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On Your Knees [Nessian]

Summary: In which Nesta truly devastates the Commander.

(Post-ACOWAR. NSFW).

A/N: This fic was meant for Nessian. But in my heart, I wrote it for Nesta. My dark and deadly queen. Long may she reign. Apologies for posting this later than planned! I wanted to make sure the ending felt just right. This turned out to be a special combo of fluff and smut with a side of angst. So be prepared! 

Read it on AO3 / My Masterlist

Nesta was not well-versed in the art of war.

Though she knew more than anyone that there were two kinds of armor: one that was visible to the eye and one that was not. She often found the latter to be more effective. Steel and leather may guard against wounds. But pride, will, and fortitude could guard against worse. Her heart wore a shield that was all but impenetrable. Her mind was a weapon as razor-sharp as any sword.

But the armor she secretly favored most of all was the one she wore beneath her gown.

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Feyre Archeron. Painted in Paintstorm studio.

I must say, I really like that paintery style! This was originally a practice study, but I always like to turn it into something, rather than copying a picture completely.

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Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope—just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone.

You deserved better.

I’ve had several paintings of Nehemia throughout the years, but only one I’ve finished. Each painting I tried to do, I just felt like never actually captured her. I’ve tried so many times to even come close to this beautiful, strong, amazing princess. I hope I did her some sort of justice. 

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Prints of this on my Redbubble

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It’s me huntin for ghosts

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Lysandra from the Throne of Glass series! she’s so bad ass, I love her

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endless list of favorite book series: [12/?] → the grisha trilogy 

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

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“She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight

Woo hoo witchy woman”

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@sixofcrowsnet heist: ladies

“Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”