#;;;; sorry

[chechula]

Birthday gift for my dear friend who loves vampires♥ . The whole thing was made in three days, I had too much fun drawing it! I created the cover drawing in the car on the way to the birthday party. So I had no time to scan it :D Well, if you enjoy reading it let me know and I will try to post more (I am making comics for my friend regularly, I am just too ashamed to translate and upload these silly things online x_x ) _____________________________________ Patreon Commissions

[jessaerys]

the reason armand hated claudia wasn't because of louis or lestat or whatever it was because claudia was turned younger than him so he no longer held the record for youngest prettiest jailbaitiest vampire in town. and that sent him into a spiral

[makethemhoesmad]

for the most part

paige b x reader

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you never really love someone until you can’t , is what paige thinks after you’ve stormed out of her apartment, screaming at her that she never cared, that you understand that she needs to “focus on basketball,” but you’ve heard that bullshit excuse about a billion times over and it isn’t working for a billion and one. 

you never really worry unless you need to, is the thought that runs through paige’s mind when she gets a call, and someone from the hospital starts talking. paige is holding the arm of the couch, leaving fingernail marks in it while a paramedic explains that you got into a car crash, and she told them to “call paige” before she passed out, blood loss. blood loss blood lossbloodlossloss

you don’t speed, unless you have to. paige is flying down the road to get to the hospital, get there in time. because there might not be enough time

and she can’t help but think it’s her fault, because she knows you’re reckless when you’re angry. she knows, she knows she should have grabbed your wrist and begged before it was too late it’s not too late yet

you always know what to say until you don’t have time you’re listening, or paige thinks you’re listening. you’re staring at the ceiling, body stuck looking up while you wait to be wheeled into life-saving surgery. yes, wait, for life saving surgery. but as she talks, tells you that it’s gonna be alright, she loves you, she’ll see you when you’re done, she thinks you squeeze her hand, just a little

it’s hard not to feel hopeless when there’s no hope the doctor comes out, face neutral. “it’s 70/30,” she starts, watching paige’s face fall and drain of color. “30 percent chance says she pulls through. she’s strong, that’s for sure. but, her injuries were intensive. 70 percent says she’ll pass tonight. if she makes it to the morning, her survival percentage goes up.” paige thanks to doctor, and nods at the nurse’s offer to add a cot to your room. then, she goes to the little single bathroom in the corner and lets out one sob. how dare they talk about you in statistics like you’re not a living, breathing, loving girl.

wake up she’s the only one awake when it happens. she hears the heart monitor, it’s steady beeping the only thing that lulled her to sleep, knowing your heart was still holding out. but then it stopped beeping for a second too long. then two seconds, then three. then it stopped for so many seconds she stood up and rushed over to you, trying to feel your breath fanning onto her face. she hears a series of quick, erratic beeps, and then the long, you-only-hear-it-in-movies sound of a heart monitor flatlining. in that moment everything stops.

you never really miss someone until they’re gone

paige will relive that moment over and over for the rest of her life, but she will never be able to fully recall what she felt right after. maybe it’s the brain’s way of helping, dulling those memories so you don’t have to live them again and again, for the most part 

for the most part became paige’s anthem

she’s okay, for the most part 

she can move on, love someone else, for the most part 

she can be happy when she wins the 2025 natty, for the most part

maybe not that last one, actually, because maybe if she hadn’t had to focus on basketball so much to win it, you’d have been there to celebrate next to her

[bloomxng-per4wxnkle]

The way Nie Huaisang and He Xuan were both characters who weren't inclined towards martial arts or cultivation but were interested in art and knowledge. They were both interested in more sophisticated things, things that help in building a civilization and its culture instead of weapons that were used by many throughout history to destroy.

Thinking about how both of them meticulously planned their revenge for decades( or centuries, in the case of He Xuan) so that they could destroy their enemies.

Also, thinking about how their desire to take revenge was born out of their love for their families. How they were both people who were loved by their families..

Something like, "Do you know the gentleness it took to become this violent?" ...

[fairylightspml]

everything reminds me of them

[deputyrook]

do you think lucanis' chest gets tight with panic after spite grins at rook and says, "oh, I like her." do you think he tries to ignore the implications of that as he turns away, the same way he tries to ignore spite's apparition completely. (as if shutting it out will make it go away.) do you think he tries to keep his expression perfectly neutral so as to not give spite any more reason to become interested in rook, because he knows trying to push back or discourage spite will have the opposite reaction. (it doesn't work. he wants to talk to her and god only knows what spite would say if he takes hold of him now.) do you think-

[funishment-time]

[joesquinns]

LIVE-FOOTAGE OF JOSEPH QUINN CHECKING HIS PHONE THIS MORNING

[operationandre]

even after cal’s funeral, his little siblings walk up to their parents at random points in time and ask them where cal is. his little brother often brings his toy cars around the house, knocking on cal’s door or sitting on his bed and kicking his feet. he can’t wait to play with his brother again. his little sister still does her hair in cal’s bathroom, remembering how he was the only one she’d let touch her hair. she’s a little older, understands a little more, and is a bit sadder.

there’s a part of the kids that know cal isn’t coming home. they saw cal in his casket. they saw that same box of wood get covered with dirt and buried underground. still, they have hope. they daydream about sitting next to him on the couch. they wear his clothes, no matter how big his sweatpants and t-shirts are.

there’s something immature and wrong about it. every member of the gabriel family knows that, but what else can they do?

they’ve lost their boy—their son and their brother. he will never come back.

[aghostsdestiny]

He's sorry that he's late & he brought pizza 🍕

[madieflaw]

Newt: kiss me

Thomas: wait what

Newt:

Thomas:

Newt: I said kill me

Newt: please

[insecuregodcomplex]

omg someone leaked the 911 s8 trailer

below the cut in case anyone doesn’t want to be spoiled!

[leafslugs]

rw emoji collab thing it's pretty fun i

i don't know if im adtualy allowed to post the stuff out here but oh w

[no-tengo-ojos]

IT’S DONE!!!!!

Finally finished the Archivist cardigan, ton of shit happened that delayed the making of it (I’ll talk about it when I’m ready) but it’s finally done!!!!

Piccies!!! (+Lotte/Op reveal ig)

One of the minor details that no one's really going to notice but do give it away as a TMA cardigan are the pockets. I used some eye-conography in them and gave them a raised relief

It's not entirely visible but it is tactile

Also bonus pic of me using Arthur Lester as a pin cushion (because that's all he is atp)

[lem0nicle]

idk what to draw so here are some owb things :)

something for my fellow borous fans

and this- im sorry