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What I do in my free time?
No one asked but im going to answer anyway :>
I drink everything that isn't wine in a wine glass doing god knows what
What Once Was
pairing: Tamlin x Lucien
word count: 697
warnings: none
a/n: written for day 1 of @tamlinweek using the forgiveness prompt. also if i have any hotd fans you may recognize a line at the end, i just thought it worked so well for Tamlin hehe
The Spring Court was quieter than Lucien remembered.
The wind whispered through the overgrown hedges, the scent of wildflowers heavy in the warm air. The once-perfect gardens looked like they had surrendered to time—petals spilling, ivy climbing unchecked, a kind of disarray that made Lucien’s chest ache.
He hadn’t been here in months. But after that dreaded solstice where his mate kissed another and Feyre’s pregnancy where he was treated like a threat to someone he used to call a friend…he hadn’t known where else to go.
But now, his boots crunched across the gravel path that led to the manor, and he felt like a ghost in his own memory. The manor loomed in front of him, sunlit and crumbling around the edges, just like the male inside it.
Lucien swallowed hard and knocked. The door creaked as it opened on its own, and he tentatively stepped through the threshold. His steps echoed on the marble floors. His eyes roamed over the interior. Furniture destroyed, the wooden pieces scattered. Dust covered every surface and flew about the room. And the smell—Cauldron the smell—lead Lucien to believe Tamlin must be bringing his prey back here and leaving the carcass…somewhere.
Lucien was about to open a window or two when he heard the familiar tapping of claws against the floor.
“You have some nerve,” Tamlin growled. Even his beast form had seen better days. Dried blood covered his maw and his golden fur was matted.
Lucien didn’t flinch. He met Tamlin’s sharp green eyes and said, voice soft, “I know.”
“Do you?” Tamlin stalked the rest of the way into the room. “You disappeared. Left when everything was crumbling. When I was crumbling. You didn’t even say goodbye.”
Lucien looked away, jaw tightening. “I didn’t know how to face you.”
“Because of Elain?” Tamlin sneered. “Or because you abandoned your court?”
Lucien’s throat bobbed. “Because I abandoned you.”
Tamlin reared back like he had been slapped.
The tension crackled between, years of history unspoken. Lucien clenched his fists at his sides, then stepped closer. “I came back because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you. I miss what we had—what we were before everything fell apart.”
Tamlin laughed, bitter and low. “What we had? You mean the friendship you walked away from? Or the thing you never let yourself name?”
Lucien’s voice cracked. “It had a name to me. I was just too much of a coward to say it to your face.”
Tamlin stared at him, chest heaving. “You think you can just show up and expect forgiveness?”
“No.” Lucien dropped to one knee, head bowed. “But I’ll ask anyway. I’ll beg if I have to. I failed you, Tamlin. I left when I should’ve stayed. I was selfish and afraid, and Mother help me, I regret it every day.”
Silence stretched like a chasm between them. Then there was a flash of light.
Tamlin knelt too, one hand cupping Lucien’s jaw, forcing his head up. There was pain in his eyes. Longing. The kind of grief that never quite heals. Lucien couldn’t help but notice his golden hair was longer than he remembered.
“I wasn’t perfect either,” Tamlin murmured. “I pushed you away. Let the rage win. Said things I didn’t mean.”
“You meant some of them,” Lucien said, a rueful smile curling his lips.
Tamlin huffed a laugh, eyes glinting. “Yeah. Maybe.”
Lucien’s fingers found the edge of Tamlin’s wrist, tentative. “But I never stopped loving you. Even when it hurt. Even when you hated me.”
The hand on his face tightened. Tamlin leaned in slowly like he didn’t trust the moment. Like he expected it to vanish.
Lucien didn’t let it.
He surged forward, lips meeting Tamlin’s in a kiss that was all rage and sorrow and grief. Tamlin responded with a low sound, hands tangling in Lucien’s red hair, gripping him like he might disappear.
They kissed like it was the first time. Like it was the last. Like all the pain they’d carried could finally be set down.
When they pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, Tamlin whispered, “Leave me again at your own peril.”
Lucien breathed, “Not unless you make me.”
oh don’t mind me i’m just thinking about spring awakening
Listen/purchase: The Guilty Ones by Leslie Odom Jr.
ok… shit
“A Heart Full Of Love”
my part of an art trade with @lukalunar!!!! They asked for Eponine and Cosette from les mis!! this was so much fun to do :DD
What she says: I'm fine.
What she means: Why does everyone forget that Martha was the one who called Moritz a sad soulful sleepyhead? Why does no one think about the fact that Martha understood and appreciated Moritz most while everyone else ignored him? Why don't we talk more about the fact that Martha Bessel would like a boy like Moritz? A boy who's nice and sad and sweet. All the other girls like Melchior because he's dangerous and rebellious and vibrant and angry. But Martha already has enough dangerous and angry men in her life, and she isn't looking to escape a sheltered life like all the other girls, she's looking to feel safe and protected and maybe find someone who she can sympathize with? Why does no one talk about Martha and Moritz taking care of each other, and reminding each other that they're worth so much more than their parents think, planning to build a new world just like Wendla and Melchior? Is any one else disturbed by the fact that Martha and Moritz don't get to rebel, because they won't make it that long?
60 Day Musical Theatre Challenge
1/3 Solos -> Left Behind, Spring Awakening
All things he ever lived are left behind, all fears that ever flickered through his mind, all the sadness that he’d come to own.
Austin McKenzie performing “Valerie” last night at 54 Below. He messed up and it’s the greatest thing ever.
update: i'm gay
so i'm at this point in my life where i ask chatgpt stuff like "can I still call myself bisexual even though I go ew every time a man opens his mouth?"
oh my GOD this is BEAUTIFUL. i LOVE talented younger artists. op i HOPE your week is AMAZING for making something like this. the COLORS GENUINELY capture the FEELING of the song REALLY well!!
Poem time!!! Woooo!!
“To you, a brave volunteer.
Whom decided to brave these waters.
And dive deep down below.
Remember to always come back up for air,
And for your friends who await your return.”
Sometimes people wonder how I work with shipping.
Well you see. This shall be another useless post about me rambling! Enjoy!
So you see, I don’t like shipping real life people. (Unless they are married and/or dating or EXPLICITLY shown to have interest in another person.)
Fandom shipping? Heck yeah! Unless its the more… cursed confusing ships. Like what? A child and like a 50 year old adult?? Nope!
But if say, the real life charcters are playing a game. (For example.. minecraft) i think the real life versons and the in game versons are different people.
Say this in real life person named.. Bob. And then this is bob’s friend Alex. They are best friends. But in game they are married. Do I ship them in rea life? Heck no! What about in the game world? Yes!
I know this is kind of confusing, but props to you who have made it through this post. Congrats!!
Hello I am Traveler of far away places, aka Kit.
Fandoms I am apart of: (I’ll add more)
Linked universe (and aus like lots of ravios, linked maze and dark linked universe)`
Cartoons:
Amphibia
Kipo and the wilderbeasts (almost done!!)
Owl house
Gravity falls (still watching)
Steven Universe!!
Yes I have watched the entire My little Pony series when I was younger.
Horizon zero dawn and horizon forrbidden west (seriously these games are underrated!!)
Legend of zelda (specifically four swords)
Pokemon
My hero academia (kind of?)
Fnaf (sort of)
Creepypasta (currently inactive)
Minecraft things usually.
Minecraft life smps (Trafficblrs)
Hermitcraft
Dream smp (before all of stuff)
Edge smp (I am apart of this smp!! Universe am I.)
Rick Riordan verse:
Percy jackson, heroes of Olympus and that sorta thing,
Kane cronicals
Magnus chase
Oh and also Trials of Apollo but not so much nowdays…
Artys stuff
Harry potter (before all the uhhh, stuff that's been happening. I just like the universe idea, that's cool.)
Wings of fire.
Miraculous ladybug (and aus like scarlet lady)
Rated (its a really good book!!)
Sometimes roblox but idk if that’s relevant… (I like creatures of Sonaria, tryin to get every creature!! Also ‘be an alien:renewal’ is a good game and Its fun.)
I was apart of Blue vs Red for a while, but never got to finishing it. (Plus I’ve been told I was too pure to watch it)
How to train your dragon (and its books!)
Lord of the rings and the hobbit (books and movies!)
Dungeons and dragons (Obviously, seeing how I am a dungeon master in a few of them!!)
Apex legends (sometimes, lol been a while since I played it)
Overwatch (once again kinda fluctuates)
Lego
Ninjago
Lego sets
Lego games
Lego movies
Star wars
2p! 🇸🇪&🇩🇰 commission
I don’t know why my mind insists on making me sad, but I just can’t stop thinking about Max in S3 being SO in denial about Billy being the new host for the Mind Flayer or ANYTHING being off about him. Even when El, someone who knows MUCH more about the Upside Down and the Mind Flayer, claims something odd is going on with Billy, she persistently tried to rationalize all the weird things discovered.
Such as when they found ice bags in his bathtub:
Max says that they were “probably for his muscles or something [cause] he works out like a maniac”.
Even if Max really believed that it was some weird workout thing, if I found my sibling’s tub full of ice, I would have definitely been more weirded out; she was mostly dismissive about it.
Or when El said that Billy seemed wrong when they found him at Heather’s house, Max reassures in a humorous way:
“Wrong is kind of like his default, but it’s nice to know he’s not a murderer, because that would have totally sucked”
Despite seeing that Heather was indeed ok, there was still the BLOODY WHISTLE found in her brother’s room. And she was adamant that, as long as Heather didn’t seem harmed in any way, it was enough to disregard ANY suspicions of Billy doing wrong.
Or the Party points out how weird it is for Billy to be fully covered from head to toe at the pool
Max: I don’t know, he looks pretty normal to me.
Lucas: Normal? How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?
Max: I mean it’s a little weird….
Max knows Billy better than anyone in Hawkins. She KNOWS that Billy shows off his body any chance he gets. It is NOT normal to dress more conservatively out of the blue.
It is only during the Sauna Test that she couldn’t deny the fact that Billy is, without a doubt, the new host.
It is so heartbreaking because we can tell that their relationship has improved from where it was left in S2 (when she nearly crushed his nuts with a spiky baseball bat).
I can already imagine that between S2 and S3, they came to a sort of truce. Their relationship wouldn’t do a complete 180 of course. But it would be the type of truce where they would try to be less hostile towards each other, keep their tempers in check, and minimize the arguing between them. That would eventually lead to them having a mutual understanding and respect of each other.
Billy and Max share a lot of similarities (both are headstrong and outspoken) and been put in the same miserable situation (moving away from their home in California), that once they were able to put their bitterness towards each other aside, they formed a kinship and found out that, hey, maybe having this little shitbird/asshole as a sibling isn’t so bad.Their relationship was finally improving and on the path for the better.
Until the Mind Flayer put that progress to a screeching halt.
Alright, I’m done with my depressing rant.🥲
Midnight and Zenith.
I had a dream of the Young gardener wearing a long red cape and i came up with this idea. (I know it’s not a moomin thing but i really wanted to show it to you! )
Princess Kraehe(Princess Tutu) | mussum
INCREDIBLE DRESSES IN ART (72/∞) Afternoon Tea by Frederic Soulacroix
One day god told me to pay off my weeaboo sins
Here’s the bigger version: x
💥SPIDER-PUNK💥
prints | patreon
Still watching this youtube channel about what I can only describe as "Dark Classical art" and this one absolutely floored me because I was unaware of it and I want to share it because it changes my perspective on this artist completely.
You might be aware of Louis Wain. If not by name then by his art. He's the artist behind that series of cat drawings that slowly became more and more abstract and bizarre.
This series of paintings of cats are often labelled as a visual representation of Wain's deteriorating mental illness and schizophrenia. Even more so often labelled as "a tragic display of a painter's failing battle with schizophrenia."
The paintings look like this and were painted around the very early 1900s.
Ok got all that?
So here's the thing.
Although Wain did suffer from a mental illness that was strong enough for him to be institutionalized, his mental illness was never diagnosed with clear certainty. Although "Schizophrenia" is so heavily applied to him based purely on how his series of paintings LOOK, despite actual specialists widely disputing this. On top of this, although he did paint the kaleidoscope cat portraits during this time, it was not the only things he painted, and he was quite capable of painting "normal" pictures of cats.
The Kaleidoscope Cat portraits are more images of him experimenting with colour and shapes, something the Smithsonian themselves state on their website.
Wain had actually made his entire living painting whimsical images of cats, often for product adverts, before he was incarcerated and was actually a very beloved artist at the time. When his friends learned of his incarceration, they started a collection of donation money to help transfer Wain to the Bethlam Royal Hospital instead, one of the best mental health facilities of the time. Even the Prime Minster of the time donated, and they raised a large amount of money across England to help him.
4 years later, Wain drew this as his final image which he released publicly
I knew all about "the Schizophrenic cat Guy" but he had always been presented to me as some tragic case of an artist going mad and his skills and work unraveling as he went insane.
Which is why I wanted to share this information which was new to me. And because I think it's important.
My friend just referred to Christians as “the Jesus fandom” and I give up XD
HOW DO MORE PEOPLE NOT TALK ABOUT THIS WTF