Harry “my mother was a genius, my father commanded respect. When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect” Potter

"Alastor is knocked askew by his sincerity - unbalanced by his resolve - and what makes it even worse is how Lucifer is still lit up by the warm sunlight from the stained glass, glowing and radiant, as though his entire being was enveloped in a halo." - Of Saints and Sinners, Chapter 17: The Harp

This scene got stuck in my head the moment I read it last week!! Regret that I couldn't finish it before chapter 18 today, but glad I did make it anyway XD

Quote and inspiration for this art is Of Saints and Sinners, a fic by @morningstarwrites!!

I had such a cute little discussion with my family today about impactful song lyrics so I'm gonna tell you mine. The lyrics I think about the most are "sometimes, sometimes bones are wrong" from the song Betrayed By Bones by Hellogoodbye. Although the song is explicitly about a romantic relationship, I interpret the lyric more as an allegory for refusing to let things like your biology, your genetics, your upbringing or anything out of your control determine your choices for you. I love the idea that there may be something innate and unchangeable about you that's steering you to a pathway that no longer fits and both acknowledging that it doesn't fit and striving to change despite all those factors going against you. On those days where I want to let my brain keep me in bed, I think about this line and how in the end, myself is the only thing I have control over.

i think adam has made every single exorcist by himself. this is implied in hell is forever, when he makes the golden exorcists to intimidate charlie and then directly control them for the theatrics, as well as by the line 'what do you want from me im just one guy' as opposed to refering to his little army or letting them take the blame. however, when he talks to demons he uses 'we' to refer to his group. this leads me to suspect that sera, knowing hes the only creature on heaven who would kill a baby for fun, asked him to do something about the overpopulation of hell and he happily agreed. i cant see adam coming up with it himself as hes an absolute idiot.

final fantasy's impact is crazy cause wdym wait for it from hamilton is actually making me sad

thanks for the tag @heartstringsduet! here's a little more of the old west au that's been brewing in the back of my mind

Carlos tries to grasp on to something, anything that his hand will take purchase of. He feels his hand touch against the cuff of the robber's jeans and he pulls down. He can’t truly revel in his victory until he knows the man is captured and brought to justice.

He and the robber tussle on the ground before he’s able to pin the other man down.

During the scuffle, the man’s red bandana has slid down his face and Carlos feels as if his breath has been robbed from him.  

He’s staring face to face with TK Strand, and he’s trying to stall the part of his mind that’s telling him that he’s beautiful. Strand’s wanted poster doesn’t do him justice, and Carlos is seeing that first hand. 

no pressure tags: @tailoredshirt, @chaotictarlos, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @sunshinestrand, @lightningboltreader, @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @sanjuwrites, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and of course anyone else who wants to join in (tag me back; i'd like to read!)

(Upon being told Camilla sold all her cigarettes:)

She expected Pyrrha to get very sarcastic. Pyrrha didn’t yell, ever, but Nona experienced so much yelling among her friends that she deeply preferred it.

Pyrrha just sighed. Deeply. “How much did she get?”

“Maybe a third of what they were worth.”

“What an entirely haunted time to be alive,” said Pyrrha.

pyrrha is everything to me and also a Mood. pyrrha dve squatting in her best friend's corpse watching as a fresh inevitable grief moves inexorably in on her day by day like a glacier to join all the old grief she was already drowning in like the 'this is fine' dog, and mostly all she does -- all she can do -- about it is to occasionally get Very Sarcastic. pyrrha dve and the ten thousand years of dying for a smoke (while being dead) and simply not getting to have a smoke. haven't we all been there, truthfully. what an entirely haunted time to be alive.

Imagine the Duke bandaging up your wounds

“Ah-ah-ouch!” you yelped when the man poured a generous amount of alcohol on your open wound, washing away the gore and blood and disinfecting it. 

A wild lycanthrope attacked you while you were minding your own business, harvesting the last cabbages of the season. It was outrageous. The beasts were supposed to stay out of the village, hunting outside of the visible grounds. They became more daring and hungrier with each passing day. Despite an agreement between mother Miranda and the citizens of the village, Heisenberg obviously did not care about his monsters' whereabouts and gave zero fucks about the harm they caused.

And that’s how you ended up in the carriage of the local merchant—the Duke. The man, the legend, the mystery. He did not only let you into the safety of his little cart, but also kindly offered to bandage your injury. All for free. You would be lying if you said his gentle touch and kind words were not welcomed, even before this whole nasty situation with werewolves.

When Duke tightened the fabric around the wound, a sharp pain struck your arm and you hissed at the feeling. You wanted to be stoic; you wanted him to think that you were tougher than you looked, but being an ordinary human, you couldn’t help but show your discomfort. The merchant winced as if he himself was in pain and patted your hand gently. He did not want to cause you more pain, but it was necessary.

“Oh, you poor little thing.” He cooed soothingly and stroked your cheek with his free hand. You hoped he did not notice how your breath hitched at the contact. “Those things hurt you pretty bad. I must have a word with Lord Heisenberg about his pets.”

The slight hint of anger in his voice warmed your insides and made the pain slowly melt away. It was touching that he cared enough for you, a simple customer, as he called all of the villagers, to feel something and even confront one of the lords on your behalf. It was tempting to think he gave you special treatment, but you guessed he would be kind enough to treat any of the villagers like that. Of course, you would never dare be so bold to actually ask about it, giving preference to simply basking in the feeling.

requested by anon

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i will eat ur oc too

I'll kill you too

death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway, we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes and if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died i'm willing to wait for it (wait for it)

hamilton is objectively bad but on god they really did go off with wait for it ,,

Wait for it is one of the best Hamilton songs idgaf. It speaks to your soul in the best way.

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

riot!!! i'm sorry it took me all week to answer this 💖

i am going to give five songs that are from five of my favorite and formative albums

♥ it's too late - carole king

♥ the (shipped) gold standard - fall out boy

♥ gold dust woman - fleetwood mac

♥ you go to my head - frank sinatra

♥ wait for it - hamilton obc

I went to see Hamilton last night, and so THAT’S where y’all got those moody ass quotes you use in your edits on here!

I am currently recovering from surgery so if I post anything it will most likely be portraits as those are easy to bust out without taking up too much energy