i read CS Lewis’ A Grief Observed one time years ago and i’m still not recovered from it
the rat grinders x who are you really
for all my rageguy enjoyers out there. major fhjy spoilers so proceed with caution...
how am i meant to show my love when i peel an orange but need a shovel to give you a slice
i made it worse lol :3
It’s been forever but I made another sketch page for this weeks episode tag ur fav moment mine was the shade witch LOL
THE ORIGIN OF THIS IMAGE:
So in my etsy I sell a pin of some isopods having at a bag of doritos based on this photo. Today I was contacted by the person who took it.
I asked to share this info and he gave permission!
Here’s the picture of him working with isopods and here’s a link to their published research!
okay so i decided i didn't really want to work on this anymore when i have too many other ideas and im terrified for next episode as it is so. uh. you know it was really really easy to figure out how normal could've died in ep46? it was really easy. anyways
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scary never should’ve egged on this fight.
when it was just taylor and normal, it was a little funny. just hours before, they had all been at each other’s throats, and despite the tension, scary knew they would never hurt each other– not seriously, anyways. with how quickly link jumped to help taylor, it was only natural that scary would slide to normal’s side, reach through the bars to squeeze his hands in support, but it still didn’t feel real. if normal and taylor did actually fight each other, surely their dads would find a way to stop the fight before it turned into a death match, or one of them would think of something, or…
…by the time it does feel real, it is too late, and all scary can do is watch taylor tumble out of the cage alone, leaving a small, cornered normal alone against two fully grown men who could very easily kill any one of them, let alone their healer.
hunter’s mark, reversed
You never forget your first kill, they always say.
What the monster manuals and hunting guides and mentors forget to say is that sometimes, your first kill never forgets you, either.
Grant trudges to the master bathroom, attempting to muss his hair out of its unruly bedhead. He flicks on the lights, runs the water, lets the cool chill of it splash against his face and rouse him into a loose definition of wakefulness. Washes his face, turns off the water, looks in the mirror as he pats his face dry.
His own reflection stares at him, tired.
His eyes veer to his right, where a pair of vacant, milky white eyes look back.
Or: Grant Wilson, and the things that haunt him.
This is my fic for @dndadsfanweeks’ Halloween Week day 6: ghosts. Like previous days, this is part of the supernatural au @llumimoon, @kaseyskat, and I planned out together. Content warnings for blood, gore, death, and general angstiness.
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