pretty much how it went, right?

Today's polish is a gorgeous metallic shimmer. The base is black and according to the maker it has a silver to blue to green shimmer in it, but I swear I saw a lot of pink in the shimmer too! Either way I loved this one. I didn't have much sun for my pictures but I did get a picture of it matte. This is Discord from Bee's Knees Lacquer.

135.

They head home after Umber Tor. It's all they can do really: they have no map, no leads, no creepy Startouch demon to show them the way (Soren's words) and Rex Igneous certainly won't tolerate them a second time. Queen Zubeia says taking the time to rest and regroup is wise but Callum can't help but feel like they're just wasting time. Claudia and Viren are out there, trying to release the greatest evil known to man and elf, and they're supposed rest? Really?

But they go home because Ez agrees, and Soren agrees because Ez agrees, and Rayla—

Rayla's still here, at least. Opeli finds her her own room this time because, well. Things aren't the same, and it wouldn't be appropriate either way, even if her room is just down the hall from his. It almost doesn't feel real to Callum: the idea that she'll be there, a room away, for the first time in two years. The idea that she'll still be when he wakes.

"Was it worth it?" he asks her quietly, as they head their separate ways for the night, her at her door, him at his. "You didn't find him, in the end, and then in Umber Tor, when we found he was alive..."

Was it worth leaving? he wants to say, but the words never make out of his mouth.

Rayla pauses. Her hand stills on the doorknob. She breathes in. "It wasn't worth being away from you," she says at last. "I'm sorry I left the way I did," she whispers. "I know it's going to take more than that, and that we—we might never have what we did but... I'm sorry, Callum. I really am."

Callum breathes out. A weight goes with it. His chest feels lighter with the following inhale. "I won't say it's okay because it wasn't," he says, "but thank you. For coming back."

"I'll always come back," says Rayla quietly. "Do you think we'll be okay?"

And despite himself, despite it all, Callum smiles. "Yeah. I really do."

You asked what's inside his pocket

babygirl........

I swear to fucking God every Ao3 author lives in fucking Gotham or something

theres something to be said about the fact that the "music doesnt matter, punk is actually all about being soft and tweeting vaguely leftist things and total pacifism" posers whose beliefs line up far better with the hippie subculture, and how that correlates to the fact that a substantial portion of the reason punk emerged as a subculture in the first place was as a counter against the hippie movement cause a lot of them clocked hippies as liberal yuppies that were full of shit and had no real backbone about the things they claimed to care so much about. interesting...

this bad boy can fit so much sick symbolisms

Kate Siegel and Rahul Kohli in The Fall of the House of Usher

2004

imo you can never have canonical t4t fengqing because if one of them transitioned, the other one wouldn't so they didn't copy the other guy. their transitions are mutually exclusive. gender dysphoria is no match for their stupid rivalry

Maomao returning home after her and Jinshi's street date in EP17

"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."

"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."

big fan of the gorgeous beautiful man covered in blood and sweat

Spy: Rip. I was always into you.

Engineer: Worst confession ever?

Spy: You are not dead?

Spy: I lied. You mean nothing to me.

this is what the mind of someone insane looks like