— Some of Amanda's fits

Left 🌿 outfit (tsr), shoes, socks (tsr), hat, glasses (tsr), earrings (tsr) Right 🌿 top, skirt (tsr), shoes (tsr), hat, necklace & earrings

lowkey work really hard on the last set and im not 100% sure on it... but also if i see one mean comment... i’m gonna cry bc ugh the idea wasn’t completed lol

‘ children are not meant to die before their parents ’ ( Abe oof // cabbxges-and-kings )

This meme (x) | @cabbxges-and-kings

“That won’t happen.” Ben’s response was quick, knee-jerk, desperate almost. He knew what Abraham was thinking even without it being spoken. Thomas had passed, then Samuel not long after, and one by one, they were hearing horror stories of other sons and daughters falling pray to the Cause -- of boys they’d gone to school with being slain and buried where they died. Only the rich were afforded a burial, while the poorer families were forced to lose their loved ones to blood-soaked, nameless fields. 

“Thomas is young and healthy,” Ben firmly continued. “This w.ar will be won, will be finished long before he can ever hold a musket in his hand. There are many uncertainties in this life, but of that I am sure.” Expression earnest, he asked, “What brought this on? Abe, you don’t have to worry.”

Life was unfair. Ben had learned that quite young, teary-eyed and trembling over his mother’s grave at the tender age of eleven. Abraham had always been more stoic and pragmatic, but now it seemed their roles were reversed. It was his turn to offer his hand to keep the other above water.

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Credit to @/LuckyBanchoFF14 for the template.

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yes those are hunter's bones and teeth around his waist and neck

once upon a time 3x04 - You've always felt more comfortable behind a mask. - You were the only one who could ever see past it.

+ 1 notificiación alew: ¡nueva actualización! 

             @namise ha escogido el siguiente atuendo para @p0isonivy​                                 (   misión #007: el padrino   )

.。･:*:･ 04.04 | Happy Birthday, Tomura ･:*:･。.

❛  nothing  was  ever  easy ,  but  maybe  that’s  the  beauty  of  it .  ❜ - duncan idaho

the  wisdom  held  in  the  brief  statement  gives  rise  to a  waterfall  of  thoughts  and  memories  that  paul  has  to  forcefully  push  from  his  mind.  ( thinking  of  caladan  wouldn’t  serve  him  now )    duncan’s  words  outline  themselves  in  paul’s  mind  with  a  special  brilliance.  standing  out  as  a  light  among  the  darkness  that  had  taken  root  in  absence  of  the  life  he’d  left  behind.  

they  were  so  far  now,  from  anything  familiar.  the  weight  on  his  shoulders  he’d  come  to  better  understand,  but  a  heaviness  to  his  thoughts  he’d  yet  to  fully  comprehend.   ❝ i  fear  the  difficulty  we  find  here  may  be  too  great  a  sum  for  me  to  find  much  beauty  in  it. ❞  

@kwisatzhadcrach​     |    soft  thorns  ( accepting )

Vivian — The High Techno Priestess

🔮 - major arcana + Vivian (requested by @hathorik)

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— Ivy 💜  hair / outfit / earrings / purse / shoes

tua rewatch | diego hargreeves in every episode

i heard a rumor (1.08)

    podría estar dedicando su tiempo a devorar libros o pergaminos con la mirada, sin embargo, allí estaba, acomodando platos en una carro y teniendo que tomar restos de las bestias que arrasaron con el banquete sin pudor. ‘ ¿cuándo será el día e que la gente aprenda a no dejar nada en su plato? ’ interroga a viva voz, arrugando su nariz, desviando su mirada a su compañere de tarea. ‘ ¿podrías sostener la bolsa para echar esto? ’ enseña la pila de lo que parecía ser restos de carne y pollo, además de algún pastelillo que arrastró hasta el gran plato principal de aquella mesa. ‘ los de hangil, como siempre, no saben comer ’ ataca, cual víbora, sin importarle si el contrario pertenece a dicha casa. 

What hurts the most was being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do

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AND, Estinien better stop f#cking around because I can't tell if I love him platonically or romantically.

@valorstool​ / plotted starter

  Greeted by an unending darkness. If not for the sounds around her, she would think herself dead. In and out of slumber, alchemists and healers only able to do so much to dull the pain. Her wounds had been severe enough to render most useless. Thanks to Krile and Alphinaud, she had survived. And yet, she may as well be dead. Useless. A feeling she loathed. Though she knew better than to leave her bed. The pain aside, her wound could reopen. She would bleed and it may fester. 

  Her own breath is heavy. Even after all this time, it always causes a panic within her. The absence of everything. The blackness that greeted her upon first waking. And for a moment, with the sounds around her, she fears there is another attack. But her pulse slows and her breathing begins to calm. It is just the every day commotion. 

  She had been using her sight less while she recovered. It may slow her healing to be constantly draining her own aether. She wanted to avoid being a burden. As well as unwanted questions... 

  But when she hears someone near her bed, she turns to face them. Calm despite the storm within her, she allows herself to see. The aether of all things around her. Like a painting one may struggle to understand at first. And she sees a familiar hue. Renhi’tan. She had heard that he had been injured as well. With nary a moment to recover, he was off to fight more battles. She had wished to join him, if only to insure that he didn’t do anything reckless. With Alisae and Lyse as his partners, she worried for their safety. 

 She sits up, ignoring the pain that surges within her. She had long gotten used to keeping her face still. She is about to say something when she notices something. His aether is... Different. The color she had grown so used to is missing a pigment. There is something, even just a piece, that seems out of place. And in her compromised state, she foolishly says the first thing that enters her mind. 

 “What happened?” 

  She cannot tell if there is something physically different about him. Maybe she should have asked IF something had happened. And yet, with her frequent slumbers and the pain that lingered... She found herself more vulnerable than she cared to admit.