#it drove me INSANE

[hephaestn]

now I'm prone to misery, the birthmark on your shoulder reminds me

[indianajcnes]

Harold Ramis behind the scenes of GHOSTBUSTERS (1984)

[onejellyfishplease]

Its me againnn

Just wanted to say i think youre so cool! And dont forget to take care of yourself! (This includes SLEEPING.)

tysm!!

i just woke up! ... you can probably tell bc of my sudden influx of posting lol.

but anyway i got a, uh, solid 5 hours of sleep!!

[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 61/547 of seokjin's military service x

jin tweeted this pic on 131206, the day they flew to japan for two showcases and fansigns, with the caption:

 I’m also Kim Coat

in reference to this tweet by namjoon:

 Kim Coat and Kim Coat

(trans cr for both tweets: Denise @bts-trans x and x)

~bonus pics from their japan trip under the cut~

tweeted by yoongi on 131207:

Our japan showcase has been wrapped up nicely-syub! It was a nice experience at a nice performance venue~~ To everyone that came thank you very much!

(trans cr: Denise @ bts-trans x)

no caption on these ot7 pics, click for higher quality:

selca posted by jin on 131208:

Yesterday we’ve safely wrapped up our showcase! One after another, it was a stage that had the memories of our first showcase in Korea to strike at me again! Also successfully finishing the stage, company dinner shot!!(Undoubtedly a shot of new life)

(trans cr: Denise @ bts-trans x)

[ffs-abalisk]

You ever have that one parent or grandparent or guardian that, every time they got up at the most ungodly hour of the morning only to bang about the house like they’re trying to wake the rest of the house, the neighbors, and probably the dead if they could get away with it?

That’s basically Carly for this latest chapter of Melusine lmaooo

[ruins-and-rewritez]

Six of Crows got me WRECKED so here I am in Grishaverse hell mourning at a funeral that shouldn't have been and this headcannon I saw pinned has been running me wild so take some future Kanej before my sanity leaves me...

She always has marks when she returns. Soft yellowing bruises or annoyed looking red welts. She wears thems pridefully, as something she's earned rather than recieved at the hand of the world's worst.

He catalogues them all. Not one scrap or scratch goes unnoticed.

Inej sits in front of him vivid and untamed, recounting her latest endeavor and all it entailed, including the wicked cut along her abdomen. Stitched tight, but unevenly against the ship's rocking after her Healer suffered a near fatal blow from the other side.

She is wild and tempting this way, like the sea that beckons the sailor out into dangerous waters. And Kaz has missed her, even if the words are still difficult to admit within the relative safety of his own mind.

He watches her slim fingers trace carefully along the seam of taunt skin, from the bottom of her ribs to just above her hip. A wound on that fine tip between a future scar and smoothed skin.

"And then-" her voice falters when he reaches out, his touch light and practiced as he counts the threads. A ritual, an obsession, another blame to place on himself. He bought the damn boat.

This is it. His punishment. His penance. His redemption. She won't bare her scars alone any longer, not even the ones glossed over by the Healers to invisibility.

For this he does not look at her. For this moment he focuses because he has to remind himself that she is alive. Alive. Alive. Alive.

Inej is warm in his hands. She smells like salt. Like sun. She is free and she returns. Always she returns. This, at least, he knows, is for him. He holds her. And his hands do not shake.

"Kaz," she says.

He braces himself but his breath comes short despite the preparation. He knows that he'll never get used to the fall.

"Kaz?" her voice. Soft like silk. He's missed her.

Fingertips, light and skimming, at his cheek. Unhesitating, but careful. Drawing him back to the present and back to her.

And he is there within the pull of her. Wanting. He has missed. And waited. And watched for the black speck of her ship on the horizon since she last left and it has been enough. He doesn't - no - can't hold this horrid aching thing inside, so

Her lips are chapped from the sun. From the spray of the sea. From whatever it is on ships that cause such things.

Maybe it should trigger something in him. Send him tearing away from her and the dead flaking skin pressed to his mouth. Take him back to that cursed memory drowns almost everything else. But there is no rising tide in him. No panic. No disgust. No fear.

His stomach churns. Pleasantly. His heart beats fast and hard. Nervously. But his hands, remain steady as he guides one to tilt her head just so.

There have been times for this. For them. The rules between them layed out with careful intricacy, preventing the worst.

Inej settles her arms around his shoulders, drawing him in, crading him against her.

Arms to hold him. Arms to push him away.

If it should come to that.

He is slow and methodical. Keeping his focus. Half-terrified to let it stray.

Languidly he kisses her. He mutters.

Mouth.

"Beautiful."

Jaw.

"Dangerous."

Neck.

"Glorious."

Shoulder.

"Mine."

Collar.

"Sankta Inej."

She starts at that, hypontized by the dim light and his smoky voice. His touch.

"Kaz. That's blasphemy, you can't-

He's paused to look at her, "it's not blasphemy. Not to me."

He leans back in, letting his fingers work through her hair as his mouth settles back against her neck.

Inej can hardly think with him doing that, but the other part of her can not let his words go.

"In what religion is it not blasphemous?"

"Uh," Kaz is spent. His mind is solely on, "Inej-ism. It is only for the truest believers and requires that I worship her throughly at least three times daily per her wishes."

Inej is silent.

Kaz looks up.

She laughs.

That true and wonderful laugh of hers spreads through him until he can feel it everywhere. It feels good. It feels different. It feels an awful lot like being drunk.

[txttletale]

its really crazy how people love to blorbopost about how their blorbo is a War Criminal Scrunkly but those same people will act like you ate their dog if you so much as imply that scrunkly has any textual relation to sexual violence

[peartheshame]

i often think about that split second where orpheus has turned around, the wash of relief, love, joy, love, love, love that he feels when he sees eurydice. there is darkness and doubt all around him, the ache of his feet, the feeling of defeat, and in his desperation borne of love he sees her. and for a split second, love takes over. the last thing eurydice sees is love etched into every corner of her husbands face before she is dragged back into death.

[senvurii]

oh bedrock bros. i wish you could come home

[plutonicbees]

sarchengsey road trip is permeating my brain at all times. btw.

[widowkills]

Noah Kahan, "Forever" / art by Gottfrid Kallstenius

[dryya-doesnt]

For the waxwitch enjoyers…

[saberesque]

silver u will always be famous

[freshbaked-bread]

me when im about to make a name for,myself

(this is now available as a print :3)

[cursedmuffins]

eternal separation

[kiwiplaetzchen]

Character Sheet / Student ID

With the help of some cute Gremlins, I was able to create a Character Sheet / Student ID with different designs for each house for your Hogwarts (Legacy) OC/MC!

Please feel free to use it and share your character(s)! :3 💚💙💛❤️