floral-art-prints
Evening at the Iris Field by Timothy Easton (Undated, Öl auf Leinwand)
sky-scribbles
Caleb showing up to the Malleus Key wearing a purple scarf. Essek swearing in Zemnian and casting an amber dome. Something about the fingerprints you leave on your loved ones. Something about them becoming a part of you. Something about how to love a thing is to be changed by it.
stars-and-branches
Chronic pain pisses me off cause I'm not even incapacitated for like a cool or badass reason instead my body is throwing the world's biggest temper tantrum because it's raining outside
queer-here-and-in-fear
shorthands for dumbassery that i have grown to love deeply
- "how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post
- "_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior
- "woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares
- "and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.
- "and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all
- ".. but its about a witch in the alps finding her lost cat" for someone trying to sanitize something to the point of absurdity
Maedhros still bloody from the first kinslaying when he sees Maglor already composing the first draft for the Noldolantë