#didn’t know they could be green

[heresronnie21]

Okay menty b over, will got a mini me trog and I love them Hiss-Majesty my beloved

[ducktracy]

A quick John Carey adjacent pig… I think black suits him best

[heroesriseandfall]

“Damian’s eyes are green like Talia’s” neither of them have green eyes…

[shoot-i-messed-up]

sketch for my centenarian SuperLantern AU… might color + line later

[crownrots]

last night episode really got me thinking about elsa and rhaenys’ relationship, both when rhaela was alive and after she passed and rhaenys and corlys took her in (bc why wouldn’t they 🤡 … uncle daddy and auntie step mom). It’s such a tumultuous ride tho … rhaenys initially harboring ill will towards her because she’s technically corlys’ first born to being incredibly instrumental in raising her bc she KNEW her sister’s time with her was going to be short.

i ran out of tags to tag spoilers so: h*td spoilers dawgs for last nights hour of torture.

rhaenys, even if she didn’t show it as much, thought of Elsa as her own and Elsa, despite not showing it, always looked to her for the mother she was robbed of far too soon. The two argued like a parent and child might, the flew their dragons together, laughed and drank and mourned with one another.

But there was always a little sting, a little bit of resentment especially after Laena and Laenor passed, because while her only two children perished… Corlys’ child still lived and thrived and she always had to remind herself that Elsa wasn’t privy to her lineage. Only thought Corlys’ treated her as a daughter because that was expected of him as her aunt’s husband.

It’s not until everything is really laid out in the open that she’s able to let go of that little chip on her shoulder, to let it fall away so she can fully remember and realize the promise she had made to her sister on her death bed all those years ago; she has done far more for elsa than even SHE realized.

and then THIS happens … and the fact that they don’t even get to say goodbye. the fact that the last time they saw each other rhaenys was only catching a glimpse of her hauling ass north because something had gone amiss once jace departed from there. she never got to tell her just how much she loved her and loved raising her. that any anger or resentment or callousness she showed her at ANY point of her life had been ill placed and accidental. she never got to REALLY tell her how proud of her she was. how much of a privilege it had been to raise her up into the woman and mother she had become. she definitely does not see her late sister when she looks at her, but rather sees herself.

and when elsa returns, and in her grief goes to the alter by the tide pools that she’s visited far too often in her lifetime she absolutely loses it. while normally she’d have whittled a piece of wood to look like who she had lost, she stands there and just looks at the line of pieces that are already there; her mother, her grandmother, aemma, laena, laenor, viserys, luke, and her own son, rickon…she can’t put rhaneys there, she just can’t.

and in her grief and rage she destroys it, destroys the one place of peace she’s had all those years. destroys her once place of reflection and one place she could grieve uninterrupted. she rips the alter of driftwood and stone apart with her bare hands, knuckles bleeding.

it’s not a place of remembrance or reflection. it’s a glaring reminder of everything and everyone she’s lost. the empty spaces, a place holder for who might have an effigy placed there next; her husband, her daughters, her only remaining son, her nieces, her nephews, her queen and cousin, her father … the list goes on.

and all the while her dragon watches, feeling every ounce of her grief tenfold, and it’s unlike the kind she’s shared with her before. but when it’s all said am done, just like when elsa was fourteen and had lost her mother, frosteye lifts one opal wing, battle scars from them turning the tide in north still healing, and invites her under. and elsa accepts just as she did before, crawling beneath the wing, sand singing her split knuckles, drawing herself into a fetal position and weeping like a babe.

but she knows rhaenys isn’t coming to check on her like before. she knows frosteye won’t chortle and shift at the high valaryian spoken so softly and clearly to calm her upon approach.

she’s surrounded by so many, needed by so many. but she’s never felt so alone in rhaenys’ absence.

[laurelnose]

if any of you guys actually show the anglerfish post to hank green i’m going to eat my copy of Nelson (1984) Fishes of the World

[loppiopio]

tagged by @whamss i’m currently not doing anything so i will do this.

last song: i was thinking about heathers musical last night and put it on to loop while on a mad surugaya shopping spree. i was imagining it again earlier today and put on the end of our love is god just to listen to that part where kurt gets shot. i don’t even like the whole song that much but i kept looping some of the fun motifs from it in the other songs with my mind radio.

favourite colour: uhhhhh pfffff kinda suuuck at choosing one favourite colour but i vibe with this soft  green #cccc66 that’s the colour of this little water bottle i got, and also the awesome yellow #e4bd18 on the cute crossbody itabag i also got.

last movie/show: when i watch shows or movies it’s usually with note who’s been busy with granblue relink as of late so i’ve just been catching up on connor vods (last one i watched) (what i'm watching right now) an actual movie or show I last watched…… i swear it must’ve been episode 5 of scott pilgrim from november last year with note? this was before i strapped in committed to making that video, and then travelled afterwards.

sweet/spicy/savoury: idk i like treats of both the sweet and savoury variety (separately) i think this is a weird question for me to answer. actually buying nice treats is costly so most of the time i’m just eating savoury for sustenance? preparing something sweet myself is a hassle.

relationship status: single and fine with it.

last thing i googled: this sucks the last thing i looked up was “sustenance” to make sure I got the word right, my last few searches have also been “episode 6 scott pilgrim” “episode 4 scott pilgrim” “granblue relink” i’m literally going through my history right now and everything in the last 24 hours is just me checking what i might be saying or checking what i was buying from last night.

current obsession: i’m not deeply obsessed with it right now but my active interest is still durarara at the moment, still thinking of and not finishing a bunch of things i want to do for it and last night was a deep shopping spree for mostly durarara merch. i do get like, pretty invested in some of the games connor plays in the moment though, like super mario rpg went hard (such a charming game) and still thinking about detective grimoire which he played for like 10 minutes i wish he’d play for more. i do just watch that guy a lot. i’ve also got genshin back in the schedule again (sorry) and am pretty into the card game, which oddly enough is making me feel like reading some fic.

i am afraid to tag mutuals that apparently follow me because i barely post anything on here like you said but we should harass @euclidpaws more into posting too because i haven’t seen them say a word. @rosa-maltz @stray-tori i talk to you guys enough and we are registered mutuals you can do this if you want.

[skachacharealsmooth]

I know classic sonic can talk but going w the train of thought that he just doesn’t talk much/talks rarely in the classic era is just so funny bcs imagine one day Dr eggman is like “heeeheehoohoohaha sonic I finally have u now I can eliminate u and you’ll never be a thorn in my side ever again blah blah blah blah” it literally goes on forever and then sonic is so fed up a bored and he’s like “okay can we just skip to the part where I beat your ass” and eggman is just standing there like :0 BCS HES NEVER HEARD HIM TALK ???? LIKE EVER BEFORE LOL ?????

[followingthefanfiction]

Reblog if you made a spidersona before the new movies

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

*Vent post* you can read the tags if you want

[amrv-5]

Insane stress dreams but imagerywise they do rule every time

[fair-dinkum-mechanic]

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[foldingfittedsheets]

I always forget this wasn’t a thing everywhere but my high school had a fun and innovative way to torment us in PE. They got heart rate monitors. It was this awful strap that went under the bra line and paired to a watch. The first day was great cause we got to set our resting heart rate. We did this by laying in a dark room and napping.

But then once a week we’d have to strap on these monitors and go running. The monitors were old tech and didn’t always pick up your heartbeat, so you’d have to use cold water between it and your skin to get a better connection, gods know why. Warm water never worked. After the day our watches would be collected and our efforts recorded.

The idea was that if your heart beat too fast you were supposed to stop, and if it was too slow you’d speed up. In practice this was ridiculous, staying in the green zone all class was ridiculously difficult.

Even people like me who were stubbornly resistant to running the mile couldn’t stand the horrific constant beeping and made attempts to placate the reviled machine. It was always fairly miserable. I had PE first thing in the chilly morning, dashing cold water on my skin before running around half awake was the low point of my week.

But for some unknown reason, the teacher insisted that no play could happen on these days. We were given the freedom to run all over campus but woe betide us if we tried to make a game that actually made this enjoyable.

We’d initiate games of tag only to get yelled at for not just… running. Any kind of play was forbidden. On one memorable occasion someone got a kickball and we started an impromptu soccer game with it.

If someone’s heart rate got too high they’d drop to their knees to wait out the shrieking of their watch so an extra element was added to the game of trying to win without going too hard. I remember being absolutely delighted, the thrill of that game still lives in my heart, hoping I could score a goal before my heartbeat betrayed me to the hated watch.

When the PE teacher found us we were soundly scolded and the ball was confiscated. Our happiness burst like a soap bubble and we turned our back to the enchantment of the green field and resumed slogging along in a grey haze as expected.

[lesbianlenas]

had an adhd zoning out moment where i was trying to mix this paint bc one of my paints dried out bc i haven’t worked on this painting in a yr lol and i got paint all over my hands and for some reason used my leg as a palette which wasn’t that helpful bc when i was like ok that looks right it was too yellow in the end 😔 right at the end i added a little more of the bright orange bc i thought it wasn’t yellow enough but it prob was & my dumb leg didn’t show it right…..but anyway i did that for like 2 hrs by accident 😭

[indigodreames]

muses tags drops 1/??

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ there’s nothing stronger than a woman who as rebuilt herself ⊱ ◜alexa ngo ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she wore a smile like a loaded gun ⊱ ◜achara saengarun◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ just let the chaos in you be beautiful ⊱ ◜anantachai suwannarat◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ the only thing i know is this; i am full of wounds and still standing on my feet ⊱ ◜aspen lim◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ be like the ocean; breathtaking to look at‚ strong enough to not be destroyed ⊱ ◜calliope ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ stay soft ; it looks beautiful on you ⊱ ◜chanthana suwannarat ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ we are all broken ; that’s how the light gets in ⊱ ◜camila vargas◞ #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ where life plants you ; bloom with grace ⊱ ◜cecilia rodriguez ◞ #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ it didn’t matter how she fell apart ; it was how she put herself back together ⊱ ◜ choi hana ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ there’s always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark ⊱ ◜sarai panyarachun◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ don’t deny your fire my dear ; just be who you are and burn ⊱ ◜dominic greene◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she’s such a soft thing & still lets everything made of fire run so wild in her veins ⊱ ◜eve ratnaphan◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ behind every song is an untold story ⊱ ◜nattakhan charoensuk ◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she danced on a fine line between a hard mind and a soft heart ⊱ ◜emmy sangthong◞

#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ she was her own star ; shining bright in the dark ⊱ ◜esfir ◞

[neon-danger]

Oh well. At least it works for you.

It definitely is not for everyone, I am very lucky in that regard.