#(.ice ; break glass)

[dreveel]

Fae Gone Wild Collection:

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[thirteenemeraldcats]

not even 2/3 of the way into this hockey game and there has already been a puddle of blood on the ice, a stick broken clean in two, an impromptu wrestling match violent enough that two guys lost their helmets, the phrase ‘nobody did a naughty’ courtesy of one of the commentators and now the entire crowd just pelted their hats onto the ice?????? i love this sport?????

[parasitic-dreams-au]

[LOADING... LOADING... WARNING: IMPLIED BRAINWASHING, FLASHING LIGHTS]

*the follower stood guard, his duty more important than whatever the prisoners were speaking about. He looked around, no intruders yet. He silently stood, still and unmoving...*

*... something stirred deep within him as he stood guard, his halo flickering slightly over his near-broken horn. He adjusted his shades with his only arm, the follower, once known as Valk, stared off into space as he had no directive other than to gaurd.*

*perhaps, we shall take a peek in his soul...*

"... is someone there....? Please... help...."

[Valk is temporarily avaliable for asks.]

[Magic anons will not work on valk.]

[buyinghaven90]

Luxury Coffee Tables

High Quality Wooden, Marble, Stone, Glass Coffee Tables At Ebibla

[burnitmyg]

everybody’s so creative-

[kaerinio]

no, because george is sick for lining quentyn and young griff up together, and putting "the sun's son" and "the mummer's dragon" right next to each other. because in both cases, they occupy this duality. quentyn is literally the sun's son, but his targaryen ancestry and his play at being a dragontamer makes him a mummer's dragon. and, young griff could be the sun's son through elia martell if his alleged identity as prince aegon is true, but it's more likely that he is, in fact, the mummer's dragon, as hinted by illyrio himself. smth smth blackfyre and women's bloodlines . . . which would also play into the significance of targaryen descended women smth smth.

[parvumchao]

( @backedagainstthewall liked & Vera's come out to play )

"How'd you get into this line of work anyway? Like how does one become... Well, whatever you call this?"

[gonzogender]

Crossed at the movies desiring my bf carnally

[spidrboots]

@e-m-p-error . continued from here .

the grip surrounding his wrist is an all too familiar ache, valentino's fingers encircling his limb with ease. part of angel dust knew better than to try & fight against him ; he had been burned by val plenty of times before, & while the overlord has scorched him time & time again, his fire worked to light a flame under angel. he didn't like being controlled -- he could still recall the days when he was alive, where he would burst into a room, guns blazing, & demand respect with his presence alone. he thinks he might have taken that time for granted.

a yelp of pain springs into his throat & catches there. he stumbles forward, nearly tripping into valentino's chest. he hardly remembers how this all had started . . . perhaps it was the offhanded remark that wasn't supposed to be heard by anyone but him, maybe it was the fact that he had begun fighting back once he took note of val's mood turning sour. whatever it was, biting back his own sass was hard to swallow.

"you're hurtin' me," is all he can manage. it feels like a good intermediary comment without him having to completely lay down & grovel. tears spring into his eyes, & all it does is piss him off. even if he knows it's futile, angel still tries to pull away from val's vice grip. "i - . . . i didn't mean it, val. i'm sorry, alright ? now, c'mon, it ain't gotta come to this."

[wellwhatdoiput]

y’all i ate glass today on accident and my tummy hurts

[flightofaqrow]

🍁 + when did you first notice the change to your biology following Ozpin's magic?

press(ed leaf) conference ** accepting

"noticed that after all, did you?" qrow half-huffs. can't hide nothin' these days.

"if i'm bein' honest... about four or five years into it. i started doin' a lot more scouting around then. i didn't know why just yet, but in hindsight, it was right about that time that i felt... even more in tune with th' outdoors. my instincts changed. but, well, between work an' spendin' time in th' bottle, i wasn't very aware of myself otherwise. it took Bar- Dr. Oobleck pointin' it out after a whole year that way t'really get it in'ta my thick head that somethin' had actually, physically, changed ...and needed dealin' with. i was twenty-somethin'. it was a mess at first, but, eh, i've gotten used to it since."

[workingforitallthetime]

just a couple of owen in seattle photos

LARGE

owen cannot out-pizza the hut

[black-salt-cage]

Marie-Josèphe Sanson x Charles-Henri Sanson (Innocent) stimboard with broken glass, swords, and red roses ☽ - ✰ - ☾  ☽ - ✰ - ☾  ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ for anon!

[4bsurdcreature]

Writing Letters

[schleckermaul]

break reaches out both of his hands, until they touch eiden's shoulders. sliding upward, he finds the bottom of his mask that's resting upon his cheekbones. ' this is crooked. '

   with the noise surrounding the both of them, mostly idle chatter and a bit of music, further away in the large hall, the contact serves to ground him. this entire idea is turning out to be a lot more entertaining than he thought it'd be, even with the potential overpowering of sensations— mad hatter lingering closer than it usually would, ready to participate if needed.

   he, himself, wasn't quite prepared for a costume party of all things, or having a costume, considering most people would consider his usual getup a costume. but when eiden brought it up, he was interested enough to actually look into it ... so, here he is.

   it's an angel costume, more or less, though with black garbs that are covered with eyes, and a large pair of wings attached to his back. they're light enough, though it's taking some effort to adjust his usual balance, trusty cane still at his side. and since he refused to wear a mask, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar texture covering his left eye, he's donning a pair of glasses.

   cleaning up nicely, if he does say so himself.

   patting eiden's cheeks, he raises an eyebrow at him. ' there you go. all done. ' frankly, he doesn't know what eiden's dressed up as, hadn't found an opportunity to ask, but he figures somebody will start talking about it at this party. a compliment, or whichever.

   ' so. what do you do at these? i must say, i've only ever been to formal parties. and that one time nicolette took me to a ... i believe it's called a club. that was plenty entertaining. '

@kleinstar / two words turned starter

[ionianwanderer]

⌲

AFFECTIONATE SYMBOL MEME | ⌲ - Your muse hugs mine from behind

Long work nights had made the days spent between seeing anyone practically unbearable. But the latest release for TRUE DAMAGE had to be perfect, nothing unchecked, and the process had worn Yasuo down to the bone really. He stood at his kitchen island leaning over his laptop with headphones-- diligently triple checking that everything had mixed perfectly.

What he doesn't hear is his front door open, shut, and then the footsteps that quickly approach. Too engrossed in his work to feel the presence behind him until a familiar grasp snakes it's way around his hips. And yes, it startles him enough he sucks in a sharp breath before tearing his headphones off. Picking up on an all too familiar (and comforting) giggle that only belonged to Ezreal. It's here he peers over his shoulder behind him, tired eyes telling the blond just how well he'd been sleeping these past few nights. Not.

"You're making me regret letting you know where the spare key is," voice rough as he spoke, a small yawn following. The blue light of his laptop no longer holding him hostage and awake.

It only earns him a gentle squeeze as Ezreal pulls him flush against him, the pop star craning his neck to lean over his shoulder and press a kiss to his jawline. Yasuo in turn makes a half-hearted noise of protest as he pulls his focus back towards his work.

"Five minutes," is all he musters up while scrambling to finalize and export each track.

After all, a break was certainly deserved at this point.