Have you guys ever had that one ship that you shipped since the beginning? like when you’re 10 to 13 and it just becomes your emotional OTP. even when you know there’s better ships and you should really get over that ship but you can’t. Because it feels like a part of you/your childhood in the strangest way.

That’s how I feel about Frexy. Can I explain why I love this ship? No. does the ship make sense in canon? No. Is it one of the few ships I drew as a child and have emotional bond to, Yes.

I made this when I was 12 years old! And I want to redraw it’s so bad.

You guys have no idea how much Frexy controlled my life as a child, I had a whole entire fanfiction when I was 12 about a fantasy AU where Freddy was a prince who help Foxy escape from his pirate murdering mother/father. No I’m not joking, sometimes I look back at that cringy old fanfic and feel like i abandoned a child. A part of me wants to go back and finish it because I feel bad I didn’t. Oh no, should I do it? Should I finish what 12-year-old me started?

He said, "Son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten and the damned?"

Every time I forget which of Hiccup's leg is the one missing I try to remember which of my feet I fucked up on halloween and then Ah yes it's the left leg

I feel like I’m late to this understanding but I suddenly realized that I love Orym so much is because he is the Peter Parker figure of the group, not just Spiderman in terms of his abilities but also Peter Parker -- the little guy, the one with the family (some gone, some he’d give everything to keep alive), the Tragic Figure who grapples with holding onto kindness every single day when he’s been dealt so little of it, the guy who’s sweet and makes dumb jokes and is protective to the point of talking shit to the BBEG’s face and taking the hits so people can get away (literally Goading Attacks), the guy who likes pie/pizza, the guy who’s constantly in awe of his friends and finds joy in the little moments because he has to.....I’m in Pain

I have this very random HDM headcanon that Marisa was blonde, but sometime after moving to England, she died her hair brown, because she felt like she looked too much like her mother, and she wanted to be someone different.

This is because I sometimes imagine her as blonde, other times as brunette, so I just made this thing up. It also adds up with the books, since it says in the first book that her hair is dark/black, and in the third that it is blond - if she really did dye her hair, then of course she didn't take hair dye with her in that cave.

I envy normal fnaf fans who actually make an effort to try to stay within canon.

Impromptu childhood memory turned life lesson.

The phrase, "Don't cry over spilt/spilled milk" is meant to mean, "Don't worry about things that can't be undone/have already happened."

But, if you have ever been so upset over something entirely unrelated, had a terrible day, were just so tense and stressed that spilling that milk was the last straw and it broke you...

Well, it's not really crying over the milk is it?

It's not crying over things that can't be undone either, it's crying because you're in pain and it feels like everything is piling up and you can't do anything about anything and you need to let that out.

It's actually okay to cry about that.

It's okay that you spilled the milk.

It's okay to cry about it too.

But when you're done, try to clean it up and move on with your day.

thinking about that one story where a man sees a fairy creature and the fairy notices him and runs away and accidentally leaves her handkerchief behind. and the man holds onto it for the next however many decades, hoping the fairy would come back, because she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he refuses to get married or pursue anyone else. and she does come back eventually, and scolds him for being a foolish mortal. "i came back right away! it was but a moment to me. yet look at you, you spent your entire human life miserable and lonely." and she takes the handkerchief and disappears again. and the man, who everyone knew as bitter and snippy and grumbly, ends up dying the next day with a smile on his face because at long last he got to see his love again

before/after

@brokenalibi​  said:  ❝  I  need  more  bastard  content  thanks  Jen.  ❞

     I  didn't  think  anyone  would  be  interested  in  anything  else  bastard  related  but  once  again  Zatan  proves  me  wrong.  In  the  original  post  with  their  sketched  out  concepts  I  mentioned  that  I  was  looking  into  Roose's  book  based  lore.  I  will  be  reading  the  books  as  soon  as  I  finish  the  show,  and  honestly  with  the  information  I  pulled  from  the  book  series  wikis  I  most  definitely  plan  on  basing  Roose  on  the  book  series  rather  than  the  TV  series.  While  glazing  through  the  wiki  I  found  out  what  the  First  Night  tradition  was.  Considering  that  Ramsay  came  to  be  from  this  I  thought  it'd  be  interesting  if  Ramsay  had  more  bastards  because  of  this.

     So  here  are  his  bastard  twins,  Segovia  and  Lucius  Snow.  Their  mother's  name  is  Astrid,  her  husband  is  Nikolai  Ashborn.  Thankfully  for  Astrid's  sake  Nikolai  doesn't  enjoy  having  a  woman  in  his  bed,  their  marriage  a  ploy  to  those  around  them.  A  year  after  the  birth  of  the  twins,  Nikolai  and  Astrid  did  have  their  own  child  since  it  was  obvious  that  the  twins  weren't  his.  On  the  first  night,  Astrid  actually  enjoyed  her  time  with  Roose  and  insisted  that  the  night  go  on  longer.  She  never  told  the  twins  who  their  father  was,  but  Segovia  was  able  to  figure  it  out.  While  she  wasn't  quite  book  smart  like  her  brother  Lucius,  Segovia  learned  how  to  read  and  work  people.  Just  based  off  how  her  mother  would  speak  about  the  Lord  of  Leeches  and  how  she  looked  at  him  when  he'd  pass  through  their  village  for  annual  checks.  After  she  knew  the  truth,  the  next  time  Roose  Bolton  passed  through  the  small  village,  she  threw  a  straw  doll  with  nails  jammed  into  its  head,  hands,  and  feet,  trying  her  best  to  replicate  his  house  sigil.  The  two  made  eye  contact,  and  without  any  words  falling  from  her  lips  Segovia  told  him  ❛  I  know  our  secret.  ❜  She  of  course  told  Lucius  what  she  knew  and  about  two  other  bastards  who  were  clearly  their  half  siblings.

     The  third  bastard  is  Clauneck  Snow,  his  mother  being  Eissa.  When  she  was  wed  to  Ivan  Erikson,  Roose  claimed  the  first  night.  Ivan  had  no  objections  but  was  disgusted  with  his  wife  afterwards,  he  never  laid  with  her.  When  he  found  out  she  was  pregnant  he  abandoned  her,  his  body  was  found  in  the  woods  weeks  later,  his  death  caused  by  being  attacked  by  a  wild  animal.  After  Clauneck  was  born,  Eissa  started  working  in  a  brothel.  She  never  tried  to  make  contact  with  Roose  when  her  son  was  born,  Roose  found  out  about  Clauneck  after  one  of  his  banner-men  had  seen  Clauneck  playing  with  other  children  in  the  area.  Segovia  later  sought  out  Clauneck,  curious  to  who  her  half  brother  was.  Clauneck  thought  Segovia's  interest  in  him  was  because  she  was  attracted  to  him,  he  found  out  the  hard  way  that  it  wasn't  when  he  tried  to  kiss  her  which  resulted  in  her  kneeing  him  in  the  crotch.  She  yelled  at  him  stating  that  they  were  siblings,  Clauneck  followed  it  with   ❝   Just  because  our  last  names  are  Snow  doesn't  mean  we're  related.  ❞   She  kneed  him  in  the  groin  again  then  informed  him  of  who  their  father  was  then  called  him  a  ❝  half  wit  whore.   ❞

     Clauneck's  strengths  are  his  swordsmanship,  his  physical  strength,  and  quickness.  Lucius  is  incredibly  book smart  and  well  versed  in  the  art  of  healing.  Segovia's  strong suit  is  being  able  to  read  people,  figure  out  what  drives  them,  their  intentions,  and  so  on.  The  three  grew  close,  almost  inseparable.  Roose  took  notice  of  this  and  started  watching  them  closely.  Out  of  all  his  bastards,  Clauneck  was  the  first  to  be  legitimized.  After  he  earned  his  father's  family  name,  he  met  Ramsay  who  told  him  the  fate  of  Domeric.  Clauneck  took  this  tale  as  a  threat,  out  of  fear,  Clauneck  ran  off  to  The  Wall  to  join  The  Night's  Watch.  

     Seeing  that  Roose  lost  another  son,  instead  of  just  giving  Lucius  his  last  name,  he  asked  if  he  wanted  it.  Lucius  said  he  wouldn’t  mind  having  it,  seeing  on  how  he  had  planned  on  going  to  Oldtown  to  study  in  the  Citadel  it  wouldn’t  matter,  but  he  would  return  after  finishing  his  chain  to  be  the  Dreadfort’s  maester  if  that’s  something  Roose wanted.  Lucius  did  take  on  the  Bolton  name.  Segovia  is  legitimized  after  Ramsay,  it’s  not  because  Roose  was  particularly  fond  of  her,  or found  her  useful  in  anyway,  his  thoughts  on  it  being  that  he  might  be  able  to  arrange  a  marriage  with  another  house  to  strengthen  an  ally  ship.  Segovia  wasn’t  pleased  with  this  when  she  found  out.

Here  is  a  piece  I  did  of  Segovia  and  Lucius.

     Below  the  cut  is  something  short  I  wrote  up  on  the  twins  and  their  mother.

     Roose  Bolton’s  bastard  twins  may  have  his  blood  flowing  through  their  veins,  yet  they  lack  the  coldness  of  his  heart.  Instead,  what  beats  in  their  thoracic  cage  is  their  mother’s  love.  The  warmth  that  it  brings  in  their  chest  is  one  that  can  combat  the  Northern  winds.  Their  compassion  could  never  be  hidden  by  ghost  grey  eyes  ;  their  only  feature  that  proved  they  were  Roose’s.  Every  other  trait  they  hosted  was  gifted  by  their  mother,  a  lowborn  with  a  queen’s  beauty,  if  only  she  was  born  to  a noble  family...  maybe  her  children  would  be  fully  acknowledged  by  their  father.

You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time

I love the idea of the Wayne kids dropping extremely vague and disturbing comments during galas. Especially when in uncomfortable situations or if they're just bored. They pull out things from their nightlife too. Other times they just make shit up.

Socialite: Oh, dear, your cheeks look so sullen! Who sucked the life out of you?

Tim, dead serious: An old man with a goatee.

Socialite: Uh... what?

Dick: Once I broke my knee so badly that I swear I could see part of the bone sticking out.

Socialite: Good lord. How on earth did that happen?

Dick: Just clumsy gymnast things ^^

Socialite: The white streak is certainly a bold fashion choice.

Jason: I saw someone get decapitated once, so I could be doing worse in terms of what's on my head, yknow? At least I have one.

Socialite: What's your favourite colour, sweetie?

Damian: Red.

Socialite: Oh that's lovely!

Damian: Like the blood of my enemies.

Socialite: Oh.

Socialite: You must be new to these kind of events.

Duke: Uh, yeah, they're kind of scary. But I've had worse.

Socialite: Worse.

Duke: Well I've been left on top of a skyscraper before with no way down just to 'get over my fear of heights' so, yes.

Socialite: You don't talk very loud, do you? I can barely hear you.

Cass, with a straight face: If I spoke any louder every glass in the room would shatter.

Tim, behind her: I can vouch.

                              Thinking about how Percy probably would've heard Luke out had Luke not lied to and used him to get what he wanted. Percy isn't a fan of the gods himself, but he didn't like being used to get back at them. And if Percy had joined Luke's side, they might have won. Percy's a whole nightmare of a demigod omgggg

👻 Nerdy Prudes Must Die! 👻

Some art from yesterday’s video; where, as per tradition, I made illustrations based on some spooky musical tracks! 🎶First up is this one inspired by Starkid’s new show!

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS]   ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

the infamous 'last sighting of a barbary lion in the wild' photo taken by marcelin flandrin (1925) haunts me to my core. there's something so achingly poetic about it.