#the brain rot is brain rotting

[rurinkk]

+ doodles

Au and stuff

[damnikindadontcare]

S3 needs to get here NOW

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

the parallels between Jason and Hazel. They both came back Wrong. They came back fundamentally changed, a mess of new experiences and forgotten memories.

Jason is constantly reminded of his past. Haunted by ghosts in the form of forgotten friends. Dozens of people who remember his corpse, his ghost. No matter how hard he tries, the Before Jason can not ever truly die

hazels past has been entirely forgotten. The only proof she ever lived a swinging shack in Alaska. Everyone who could have loved her is either dead or was apathetic. No matter how hard she pleads, her Before is gone, killed in a cave in the 1940s.

[raeiyyn]

should I re-watch dead boy detectives or should I hold myself at gun point and force myself to study for my exam I have in 10 days fellas

[decadefox]

Theory that the reason a nightingale sang in Berkeley square played when Crowley got in the Bentley was a message from Aziraphale that it would be alright and to just give him time. Crowley May or may not have understood this, because he still looked ultra depressed driving off, but this would explain Aziraphales WEIRD ASS smile at the end of the credits.

[reesesroundpen]

Literally reading the bible for a Good Omens fic i’m writing- this is fucked up

[witchern]

thinking once again about how tommy kinard has a cleft. like……omg.

[sillygooberdoober]

watch as i dump my little thing i made

WOF spoilers, not finished

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Fleeting Flames

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PROLOGUE

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Mark was panting as he'd bolt from side to side against the scorching hive walls, his senses scrambled and alert with his eyes wide as hed grasp onto a silky rope, climbing it as his wings flailed around like a panicked wasp on its own, his lat muscles sore.

He'd climb to the top, as a cloud of gray smoke was rushing across the hive, turning his head around to be met with the equally terrified and distressed roars and movements from dragons below.

He'd begin coughing excessively from the smoke particles before shifting his focus and darting towards a outer platform, clenching his talons against the railings as he'd pushed his hind legs up onto the rails, gazing downwards to see the dry savanna wildfire roaring below, as his wings settled and opened wide, attempting to take a deep breath before being cut off by the smoke, coughing loudly.

He'd begin trembling, his vision becoming blurred before he lept off the balcony in a gawky manner as his translucent, white wasp-like wings caught onto a quick gale, beating his wings as he regained composure and properly caught onto the wind current and glided. He saw hivewings near the blazed hive spiral like distressed bees, the connective bridges to the pair of hives beside it being ignited in the inferno. He'd close his eyes, calming down as he soon flapped and glided himself across dragonfly bay, not so sure what was ahead but was far better than Pantala's current state.

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PART ONE: Coastal Confrontation.

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He'd pant heavily, his wings trembling alongside his other limbs as he landed onto the cold shore near the ice kingdom. He could see his breath a bit, not all that much as he was one step away from collapsing onto the silky grains of the shoreline.

He'd sit down, his tail swaying before he heard something, as his ears perked.

He'd glare at a certain direction for a moment, freezing as a chill went down his spine whilst trembling as he sat down.

He shivered, glancing around as he felt a near by presence, his tail swaying back and forth rapidly, letting out a katydid-like hiss, his tongue clicking against his teeth.

He wasnt alone.

Something, or someone was watching him.

He'd slowly got up and regained his stance as he would gaze around the area, surveying nearly every movement.

Quickly, and seemly out of thin air, a sparkly, towering and bulky gray dragon appeared infront of him, he'd screech in terror as he'd jump back and darted his stinger towards the odd dragon, as it slithered inbetween one of the sparkly, sharp scales near its shoulder blade as it froze quickly, its pupils becoming sharp. He would examine the strange spikey dragon. Sparkly, Tall, muscular and sharp with a necklace with a sliver ring in the middle, held by a wiry black rope-like string placed along his neck, the ring on his chest-And a pair of slightly larger, dark gray clear circular glasses. Odd, he'd think.

Not soon after, the spikey, towering dragon would regain control in his muscles, letting out puff of cold air as he trembled and dipped his head whilst glaring at him, its eyes fixated on his own.

What. Just. Happened.

His thoughts were racing as he couldnt properly think of what to do next, his muscles tingling while staring at it.

Two pairs of transparent wings on each side. Forehead horn. Antennae. Stinger.

It looks mutated, as the tingling subsided before raising his body up, shifting his glittery light grey wings against his body in a formal fashion, making him appear more elegant and menacing at the same time, snorting out cold air from his nostrils as he'd stare down at the dragon.

He thought for a moment, raising his right front limb and putting his talons against his temple, thinking that was awfully a rude thing to describe a unique dragon.

He'd put his talons back onto the warm sand, shifting them as he'd click his other talons, awaiting for it to make some sort of reaction. It looked frozen out of sheer fear.

It then backed away, its black tongue hitting against his teeth with its wings vibrated violently before snorting abruptly.

Wallter let out a grumble and a low hiss of his own, planting his talons into the sand.

It let out a slight hiss in response to his own, sounding alike to a disturbed tenlined june beetle, its tail flinching so slightly as it scrunched his snout, baring its teeth so slightly whilst focusing his gaze on him.

After a short staring contest, it raised a eyebrow at this dragon. It seemed a bit confuzzled about his appearance, equally as he was of its own.

What was this.. Creature? He'd think. His thought process was fast and darting, giving him a headache as he was face to face with an.. Peculiar dragon.

This was strange.

Freezing. Bitter. Nothing of the sorts.

He'd stare at this dragon for a prolonged period of time, before blinking and swaying his tail, shifting it to the side as sand sprinkled onto his pale brown scales with minor wavy patterns resembling that of oak wood.

The dragon then finally spoke, his talons clicking a bit in nervousness, with a southern accent. So, erm.. Whaddya' doin' here, strange lookin'… He'd pause for a moment, his talons digging into the sand before resuming. Dragon..? I can't exactly tell wha' yer are.

Wallter raised a eyebrow, surprised this.. ''Thing'' Actually spoke. Hed notice his talons digging into the sand as he spoke with a light british accent. That's not the nicest thing to say to a new dragon, don't you think, my.. He'd glance around a bit, scratching the back of his neck. Buzzing acquaintance? ' '

He'd let out a loud chuckle, before speaking again. Well.. Arent yer' quite a comedian, Glitterin' dragon, Speakin' of that, what is yer' name? I go by Mark, Mark th' hivewing. He'd move closer, opening up his palm awaiting for a shake.

Aha! Arent you just a exquisite dragon, aren't you? I go by Wallter, Wallter the icewing. He'd shake Mark's talons, cracking a sweet smile.

Mark felt something particular for that sophisticated Icewing. He could nearly put his talon on it, but it clearly was more than a mere companionship.

[roosterr]

you’re literally so real. i need price so badly i want to like pull at his facial hair or something idk i like grab at the air when i see him and start kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling like a little girl he could probably shoot me and i’d still want to pounce on him

you and me both, anon, we are on the same wavelength FR. just need him to pick me up and take me away from it all is that really so much to ask? honestly if he shot me i'd probably still be like 'damn you're right, my b' he can literally do no wrong in my eyes. what do you mean war crimes he's john price he's allowed.

[featherstcnes]

i’m so normal about bo-katan guys twitches

[faglander]

🙂 totally normal

[haunted-xander]

chomps you affectionately

[wombrion]

girl with no problems

[lord-m]

pathetic isn’t really a word I‘d use for colin bridgerton. simon rather dying than marrying daphne was pathetic. anthony going through with marrying edwina until SHE mustered the courage to call everything off was pathetic.

colin contemplating his feelings, calling out his male acquaintances for their chauvinism, seeking advice from his mother and then immediately taking action and putting himself out there without even knowing if his feelings are reciprocated is the complete opposite of pathetic. that requires a whole lot of bravery.

[mylittleredgirl]

even if you're not a supernatural fan, if you've been on tumblr long enough you are, like, culturally. like cultural christianity in america except it's the cw's supernatural. you may never have watched an episode or set foot inside the tag but your regular life shuts down on their holidays and all of your world news is delivered through that point of view. something to think about

[nekurothings]

FOCUS!!