I don’t know what to caption this. They are in love. Pate is their son. I made this right when I was about to sleep so now I can pass out in peace knowing this is what I’ve contributed to the world

percahlia compilations on youtube it is!

Based on the results of Poll 1 and Poll 2. I'll also be doing a runner-up part with Caleb v The Raven Queen and Allura v Eadwulf just to figure out the top five Sexiest Wizards order.

comin' out of my cage and I've been doing just-

I ACTUALLY JUST YELLED

i’ve woken up in a hotel room      my worries as big as the moon     having no idea who or what or where I am    

something good comes with the bad    a song’s never just sad     there’s hope, there’s a silver lining                                                                    show me my silver lining                                                                                         - first aid kit, silver lining

something about how laudna was desecrated in her first death, how her body was violated for the purposes of the briarwoods’ twisted games, and how this time she’s surrounded by love, by grief, by imogen insisting with tears in her eyes that laudna’s body be treated with dignity

I don't know HOW Delilah responded to Imogen but the idea that at any point Imogen could just call Delilah up and call her a bitch and she can't do shit about it is is immensely hilarious. Like hey Imogen Temult here, do you want me to tell your warlock patron to fuck off, because I'll do it. I'll fucking do it. I'm a bad bitch.

Anyway this clip will be breaking my heart for the next week

a naked sword is hanging

above the sinner's neck

they will never enjoy a feast again

rip laudna, you died like you lived

dead :(((

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This is the funniest fucking thing rn.

. blorbos... from my heart *EDIT you can grab a print here if you'd like!! https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/janedoe297/love-scribbles/

The Ring of Brass endures.

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I miss them terribly

its very crunchy, how this party discusses and shares so openly, and sometimes it seems like it does nothing, against the weight of everything that presses upon them.

they are- affectionate and curious, they poke and pry into each others issues and casually bond over- oh well this bit of my life was terrible. this loss was tragic. this experience sucks. i can't sleep. i feel like i don't like how people refer to me. friends is a complicated word, i try to avoid it. im kind of worried about the woman in my head. i didn't feel like i needed anyone. most nights i miss him. im angry. im angry.

they talk, and talk, about their issues, more than anyone can expect, but the things they talk about don't just go away after. Imogen grits her teeth through another shitty nights sleep and a wave of thoughts crowding into her head, and her hands spark with solutions that are harsh and final. Laudna smiles and compliments and the whispers aching at the back of her skull keep getting louder. Chetney takes hits and feels bloodlust growing through his skin. Ashton lives and breathes his rage, keeps himself moving with it, kindness lining the edges of it. Fearne walks a line only she can see, and the anger that swells up is so foreign it seems like it can only burn out of her. Orym wears his heart on his sleeve and his grief in his sword, duty and protectiveness honed to a deadly point. And F.C.G, now- silent numbers, cutting blades and cutting words, locked away until they suddenly aren't.

Powder kegs. Powder kegs. Powder kegs. They can share, they can warn, but the gunpowder keeps accumulating.

Ashton says, Orym says, we're all pretty fucked up! We've all snapped! We can't let that rip us apart. They're all fucked up. they know that. they've known that, from the start. Sharing about it wasn't the issue.

We gotta keep it together. We have to be better together. Its not just about self forgiveness, its not just about facing your demons, its about grabbing them and wrangling them into line. We're all fucked up. We're all trying. It hasn't always been enough.

Its about- god knows we've each been fighting to keep ourselves in line. one way, or another, forever.

Its about keeping each other in line. Because we have to. A steadying hand- a firm one.

Being better together.

"Why don't we just try and fix each other very, very, fucking slowly."