#the snow is so pretty

[honey-rye]

it's been snowing lately

[billymilkshake]

Batdr "Winter Abyss" Seasonal Update screenshots

[manicgoblin]

[superkursunaskr]

[ysaona]

[silusvesuius]

baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols

[milkywayhou]

Smile

"One of the reason why I love you "

Enjoy that silly color sketch because I'm on massive artblock (not really, I'm just busyy)

[her-soliloquies]

Out of context House screencaps round three

[asukachii]

Where Our Blue Is

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post this gif somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use it in edits/videos. Thanks~)

[i-know-the-endss]

i think the most frustrating part about tbosas is the fact that you want to root for coryo. you want him to be a better man for lucy gray. you want him and sejanus to become closer, to become the best friends sejanus believes them to be. you want him to run away and find a way to relearn all the oppressive and tyrannical ideals the capitol instilled in him.

but that’s not what happens.

coriolanus isn’t necessarily a good person. he’s not a bad person either, not yet, but he’s no where near good. and rather than try to be good, he gives up, he lets himself “go bad”, he rats out sejanus, he lets his anger get the best of him and loses lucy gray.

the idea that coryo could be a good person but chooses not to be is exactly the reason this book and this character are brilliant.

[peachspoongifs]

TOM  BLYTH   in  the  hunger  games ,  the  ballad  of  songbirds  &  snakes.

[learnelle]

(3/30) my ideal study plan for the weekend would be to finish the biggest chunk of my psych assignment and my extra french delf B2 tasks before 4pm on Saturday so I could enjoy the rest of the evening watching the fake jury show in bed with my cat or bf or both :’)

[superkursunaskr]

[anisangeldust]

Pretty when you cry 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: feelings are hard.

Pairing: young politician!Coriolanus x Fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Coriolanus is stressed and needs you, emotional vulnerability, mentions of parental loss, crying.

A/N: just some heart-achy fluff bc I’m in the mood to coddle someone rn🎀

Masculinity and Bravado were drilled into the brain of Panems president since the day he was born, festering like an infection, multiplying like an invasion, until all he could feel was shame for feeling.

So often he’d find himself teary eyed, chanting soliloquies of “Men don’t cry, you aren’t weak, crying makes you weak.” like mantras around his apartment, such nonsense that those superior used to undermine his naturally empathetic soul.

It wasn’t until many moons later that he crossed your sacred path, your mere presence a soothing compress on his aching heart. Little by little, you cleared his night skies from its once insurmountable peril, the darkness that had consumed his soul was no longer seeping through his core, instead it soaked through his eyes, salty drops of crystalline water flowing down his milky cheeks.

At the moment, he was being comforted by his ever so generous and loving wife. The emotions he buried so desperately were now flowing like a river in front of his own personal Aphrodite, a tsunami of emotions flooding his soul, lapping at the weak spots of his delicate being. Never would anyone describe Coriolanus Snow as vulnerable, but right now he was. Your tenderness akin to the mother he lost so long ago, and his trembling frame that of a little boy. This is love in its rawest form, the ability to express vulnerability without judgement, the thing Coriolanus so clearly craved his whole adolescence.

Heaven was breaking down in your arms, having a rough day and coming home to you, the woman he loved with every ounce of his being, to have you hold his face and tell him it was all going to be okay; your murmured words like a warm compress on his aching heart.

So often he reminded himself that he was allowed to have bad days, being president was draining, and the cracks in his mask were deepening, he could no longer hide from the flood, he had to just make sure he didn’t drown. Luckily you were his life boat. Despite all his hard work, sometimes the darkness prevails, dawning cloaks of false serendipity, only to shed its light and consume your dignity. The darkness that clouds his vision, creeps into the corners of his mind, dampens his thinking, the darkness only you can cut through. He beam of light, his saving grace.

Coriolanus was a blubbering mess, your fingers running in his platinum curls a reminder that he was safe, that he was going to be okay. Slowly, he lifted his head from your chest and sniffled.

“I don’t deserve you..” he murmured, eyes red and puffy from crying so hard.

“Shhh, just lay on me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you” you cooed, pressing his face back into the soft fat of your chest. As to which he happily complied.

The muscles of his shirtless back were relaxed, melting into you and your warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you like you were going to disappear if he let go, you were his most precious gem, a beauty unmatched by the most divine beings, a goddess amongst men, and Coriolanus was your most devoted apostle.

Slowly, his breathing regained stability, his pink lips no longer quivering, chest no longer heaving. You peppered his teary cheeks with kisses as he calmed down slowly. His mind slipping form consciousness as he fell asleep.

“I love you” he croaked gently, voice rough and tone uneven, the most vulnerable state Coriolanus Snow could be in, the one reserved for you.

“I love you too baby boy, so much. Now sleep, it’ll all be okay” you mutter as he flutters his eyes closed and lays on you completely, your own personal weighted blanket.

Coriolanus was truly sculpted by the gods, how else would he be so pretty when he cries?

[ysaona]

[ants-personal]

charles is gonna have his oh moment and its gonna be something so mundane its honestly a little embarrassing for him

Like them taking a break from a case so everyone decides not to waste the snowday and its going fine everyones have a great time charles is hitting snowballs the girls throw for him edwin hiding behind him when they threaten to hit him if he doesnt stop commenting on their throwing forms

Eventually splitting off a bit with edwin going with niko making tiny snowmen niko explaining they are totally cute and better than a normal snowman look you can hold them in your hands and

charles and crystal coming back with coffee and hot chocolate even if the boys cant drink it its nice to still have it for the holidays

walking up charles is gonna see edwin smiling bright and sparkling just like the snow on the ground he stands amongst the snowy field raditing a warm light hes softer activitly having fun his posture more lax its gonna cause charles to drop their drinks as niko runs up to grabs her from crystal and show off the snowman she made while edwins looks at him quizzically

charles apologizing saying he must of slip laughing it off edwin opens his mouth like hes about to say something but secodes againat it crystal squints at charles but doesnt push it cause they can all hear the night nurse pratically screaming across the city for them to finish their work