#TPD

[mintysneezes]

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum in which the raised me

[xdiana97x]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

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Let me introduce to you another wlw ship l rly appreciate Janai x Amaya, especially because it's canon. If you never did watch "The Dragon Prince" please do. This show is it absolutely worthy and some creators from Atla worked on this show. Callum, one of the main characters have the same voice actor like Sokka and they also put some easter eggs in this show from AvatarTheLastAirbender.

[new-york-no-shoes]

And what if I said I think allowing herself to bask in joy lately helped make her brave enough to share how truly broken she was making this album. And how much the music (the writing, the performing, the crowds, the reminder that her lyrics are a connective tissue between us all) helped to put her back together

[fxshbonezz]

TPDsmp crack au got a little too serious

[terryqwq]

Sketches with Rayla...Yes, I watched a strange 3D cartoon that no one needed, which I had never seen before ha!

"I assure you, I can be trusted to kill a human (no)"

[someonemorelikemyself]

[emmaitoshi]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

19th of April

16 tracks

bonus track: ‘The Manuscript’

“𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ ℐ ℯ𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ

ℳ𝓎 𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒸ℴ𝒶𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈

ℳ𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓈ℯ𝓈， 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈ℯ𝓈

ℳ𝓎 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀， 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀， 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℴ𝓂𝒷𝓈

ℳ𝓎 𝓋ℯ𝒾𝓃𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓅𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃𝓀

𝒜𝓁𝓁，𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅ℴℯ𝓉𝓇𝓎…

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎， 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒯ℴ𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒫ℴℯ𝓉𝓈 𝒟ℯ𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉．”

[hadesisqueer]

I appreciate The Dragon Prince because it gave me tragic antagonists or villains that I love (Claudia), villains that while I don't really like them I understand how they came to be and can feel a bit of sympathy for (Aaravos or Viren), villains I straight up fucking hate (Sol Regem) and villains that I don't really hate because when they appear on-screen I just sigh wondering how they can be so fucking stupid (Karim). They really give you everything.

No but for real, Karim's entire character arc consists of 'The risk I took was calculated but I am bad at math' because. He's so dumb. He keeps saying he wants to restore the Sunfire Empire to its former glory, but like-- how? What plans do you have for the future? Are you going to try to retake Lux Aurea? Because you can't. Oh, you want humans out? Okay-- how would that help to restore the former glory, though? You're just being a bigot?

The thing is that all Karim ever did was talk about his birthright —that's not even his birthright, actually, because he's the youngest sibling— and keep babbling about history demanding blah blah blah of people and how his sister wasn't a competent queen when actually it is the opposite. Janai proves, by allowing the architect to live while still giving her an according punishment, that she is a fair queen who chooses mercy and allows people to grow while still choosing justice; also, that she's more practical, because what good is a talented architect dead —who did something awful but still was sorta right about fire being dangerous around the camp— when you can just make her build a shrine so this kind of incident never happens again. Janai also had the Sunseed and plans to nurture it and help it grow, help her own people grow. She actually had plans for the future, and she had the patience necessary. She understands that you must learn from history but that it also doesn't define you, that you must not let it define you.

Karim doesn't get that. He was obsessed with history and the old ways. He didn't have any patience. And he didn't have any long term plans. Or even backup plans for when his plans inevitably failed, either! He was so convinced Janai would refuse his duel he was shocked when she actually fought him, and resorted to fighting-- with fire magic-- against someone who's fireproof-- again, no actual plan. He tried using an assassin to kill his sister, the actual person the assassin had a life debt to. He wants to steal the Sunseed, actively fucking over his people. When Ezran tells him to take his followers and start somewhere else, Karim refuses because he says he doesn't want crumbs off his sister's plate, but at the same time it's like-- that's exactly what you were gonna get, buddy. You wanna use Sol Regem to torch your sister's army. The only thing you're gonna rule over is the followers you have now plus what remains of Janai's, if they even accept you. So, yeah. Literally crumbs.

Also, again, he's so fucking entitled. 'What's rightfully mine' he's the youngest sibling, nothing is rightfully his, he's an usurper. Part of his demands being that humans leave and go back to 'their side of the border, where they belong', buddy, you'd be the king of the Sunfire Elves, not the King of all of Xadia. As king you could make humans leave your territory, but not Xadia. If a bunch of humans, hypothetically, befriended Moonshadow or Skywing elves and lived at the Silvergrove, or wherever the Skywing elves live, with them-- what, now you're gonna try to wage war against the the other elves, too, because they're not following your ways? You can threaten them with Sol Regem, sure, but also consider, because you didn't even consider it when you went to him-- he's an Archdragon, yeah, but the weakest of the Archdragons right now. Let's say Ezran and Janai follow through and give up and leave. They could go with Zym and head straight up to the Mushroom Mage and come back with Zubeia, the current Queen of the Dragons, right after she's done with her treatment. They arrive. Who's gonna win? A healthy Archdragon on her prime or an old, blind Archdragon that hasn't flown or fought in centuries? Also, once you give him the Sunseed he actually has no reason to be on your side, he already got what he wanted. Even if the Katolis thing didn't happen, he could've turned against you very easily. He likely would've done so.

He's an awful leader who doesn't actually care about his people. He disrespects other world leaders like Ezran immediately. He's an entitled, bigoted idiot who doesn't actually think things through and that actually makes him both incredibly annoying and very realistic, which actually makes me like him as an antagonist but still makes me let out a exasperated sigh every time he talks. Best part of him is that he's obsessed with going down in history as someone great when, with his actions, he's only going to pass down as the prince who tried to usurp his sister three times and failed the three times, each failure worse than the previous one. Lmao.

[ebodebo]

so…i just spent an ungodly amount of time making this😭😭😭and it’s prolly shitty BUT the song and pen is just so ahhhh I HAD TO DO IT

[aria-bun]

Minor fable

In which Soren feels like he's breaking @sorinethemastermind This is payback for putting the whump into fluffcember Listen to Minor Fable by Luis Berra for extra immersion

Soren was tired. That was the one thing he had been sure of for a long time. 

Nothing else had been solid enough recently, more like a raging river. But now it was still, and he still wasn’t sure what was what.

A lot of Katolis was still staying at the camp outside the Banther Lodge, and Callum and Ez were leaving tomorrow, but for now, they were all staying in New Lux Aurea.

Soren had a tent to himself, which seemed like the manor of tents. It was quite large, and tall enough for him to be able to stand up straight in without his head hitting the top. There was a cot, elevated off the ground, a small desk with a chair, and a tall mirror on the desk, leaning against the canvas of the wall.

I should probably check on my cuts. He thought. He could feel the dried blood crusting around the cut near his jaw and the one on the side of his nose. Either was likely to scar, but he wasn’t completely sure.

He walked up to the mirror, looking at his reflection. A bit of blood was clinging to his hair, which was easy enough to pick out. There was another small cut severing his eyebrow, which was less of a new cut and more of the split of an old one, from the fall of Katolis.

That one was definately going to scar.

Stupid rock.

His mind wandered, which was dangerous nowadays. He had a habit of wandering back to moments he shouldn’t be lingering on, and this time was no different.

“Take my heart.” He had said to Viren.

“Soren, I- You know I can’t do that.” Viren’s eyes were… afraid. 

Soren didn’t remember ever seeing him afraid until then.

“You have to do it. You’ve been fine with doing it my whole life, just do it!” His grip tightened on the relic staff. “Why can’t you do it when it matters?!”

Soren glanced back into the mirror, but didn’t see himself.

Instead, he saw Viren’s reflection staring back at him, in the same clothes he was wearing when he casted the Hearts of Cinder spell. His eyes were dark voids, with streams of red pouring down his face from them.

“Soren,” His voice was warped beyond recognition, barely recognizable. “You are me. You will always have my blood flowing through your veins, and nothing you can do can or will ever change that.” His face turned into a sneer. “I should’ve taken your heart when I had the cha-”

Soren’s fist collided with the mirror, splitting it into dozens and dozens of pieces. A sharp pain split through his hand as he staggered back. His blue eyes looked back at him in the broken pieces of mirror, split over and over and over again.

His hand throbbed profusely, and looking down at it, he watched rivers of blood spill from his knuckles. Small shards of glass stuck out from the tender skin, coated in the dark red.

He didn’t even notice that he was crying until he felt his tears land on his hand, causing the cuts to sting.

Soren sat on the cot, curling inward whilst still holding his left hand out, so as to not jostle the glass wedged into it. Hot tears streamed down his face, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or from what he saw.

It might have been from both.

“Soren?” He heard a muffled voice from outside the tent.

Corvus.

“Yeah- uh, yeah come in.” He quickly wiped the tears off his face with the palm of his right hand. The last rays of daylight streamed into the tent as Corvus stepped in through the tent flap, and Soren could see his eyes darting around, taking in each bit of information that stuck out to him.

He also noticed his eyes go from the shattered mirror to his hand, still bleeding and dripping blood onto the ground.

Instead of asking the expected questions like What happened? and “Are you okay?”, he asked something else.

“Do you want help?”

Soren looked back at him, seeing the worried crease between his eyebrows before silently nodding. He didn’t trust his voice at the moment.

Corvus sat down silently beside him, removing his bag from his shoulder and opening it. Soren’s gaze followed him, watching him pull out a roll of gauze and tweezers before gently taking his hand.

He turned his head away before Corvus started pulling the glass out, biting his inner cheek hard enough that it bled, filling his mouth with the metallic taste of blood. He hadn’t said anything then, either.

Soren had counted about four pieces of glass before the pulling stopped. He had thought there was a lot more than that.

It had felt like it before the pulling, too.

He felt Corvus start to wrap his knuckles with the gauze after. Every touch was gentle, like a stream of water being poured over a blazing fire, calming the nerves in his hand.

Corvus always seemed to have that effect on him, somehow. Soren could never figure out how or why, though.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Corvus asked him, breaking the silence after he had tied off the gauze, wrapping around his wrist.

Soren shook his head, before leaning his head against Corvus’ shoulder. He didn’t even want to think about it, but the image of Viren looking back at him in the mirror, with a soulless void filling his eyes, was ingrained into his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, even for a moment, he saw it.

I should’ve taken your heart when I had the chance.

“Can you stay here tonight?” His voice was raw. He hated how the words made him sound like a child. But part of him knew he might not make it through the night if he was left alone.

Corvus nodded, and Soren felt him wrap an arm around his shoulders.

He felt like heated glass most of his life; bending and molding with everything that hit him. 

But the glass had cooled now. 

And he felt, if something else came swinging…

He’d shatter into a million pieces.

[blackthornarchives]

marauders fans are we okay rn

[new-york-no-shoes]

“April 19th is gonna be a wild night for us.” Woman is that a THREAT!?

[taylorcurl1]

All of The Tortured Poets Department front covers so far, but make it ✨cats✨ (to be continued…)

@taylorswift @taylornation

[cancersunthatsit]

HEAR ME OUT

post-prison reid & reader !!!!! Fanfic they are not together just sort of situationship

I LOVE WHEN SPENCER BECOMES SHITY AND HAVE MAJOR DICKHEAD ATTITUDE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[deadpoets-department]

Watching season 7 of the dragon prince and getting so bothered by Aaravos' mortal form bc his voice does NOT match it

[tunaa13]

tomorrow is the day everything will leak, people will get their cds shipped early, stores will sell the album early, twitter will be full of baits and it will be a game of “is this video going to spoil the entire album for me or is it just a ME! snippet” and chaos will ensue and I will dodge all of those bullets like I’m in the matrix