One thing I know for SURE is that if Lucien was given the chance to fight Azriel and had the chance to win…he still wouldn’t do it. Not because he believes he wouldn’t win, but because he’s too mature for that and he would KNOW that Elain wouldn’t want violence to win her over.

My guy would be like “Nah I’ll give Elain all the time and space she needs without needing to resort to physical violence because I’m not desperate, and I actually understand her unlike SOME people…” and then walk away 😭

Here’s a little doodle dump of Tonis I put together because I love him

au where everything is the same but its not actually its completely different honestly woah

Their friends you honour.

a visitor.....................

Athena: Do you ever wonder why you're still single?

Dionysus, *eating mayonnaise straight out of the jar with a spoon*: Yeah... I mean, I'm perfect! Who wouldn't want to date me?

Athena, *gagging*: I can name a few people...

okay. see. the thing is. the cricketing gear isn't just a silly set of clothes the tardis picked out. it's to clue you in that we're dealing with posh edwardian man levels of repression here. that's who five is.

I still haven’t found the right place to put that picture of simsom my cat sitter gave me so it’s just randomly on my desk..but when she decided to lay down on this side of the desk today it was too perfect of a photo! But I did intentionally place that mini frame there to complete the setting. I drew her like 4 years ago and spelt her name wrong.

Bedroom in progress.

prophetic

back on the GRIND🔥🔥🔥(listening to phoebe bridgers every day until my mind explodes)

it's like. everything happens so much. it's all happening right now but at the same time nothing is happening whatsoever. it's a liminal space of an existence. it's slowly crushing me under the weight but when I look up there's nothing actually bearing down on me. there shouldn't be any weight. something is wrong but nothing has happened. I'm simultaneously overwhelmed and utterly bored. nothing is happening and maybe that's the everything that's happening. maybe the everything is the nothing. we aren't there yet but it's all so imminent. either everything is going to crash down or nothing is. I'm just waiting to figure out which.

self indulgent got concept.

Ned brings Jon home, Cat hates the boy, everything stays the same... until Robert Baratheon is charging through the halls of Winterfell looking for the babe, ready to butcher the poor thing where he lay helpless in his cradle.

in a matter of moments Catelyn learns three things:

The babe was never a bastard, Ned had only lied to her to protect Jon, and that she would die before she let Robert lay a finger on the babe she'd previously wished death upon.

cue Catelyn Stark snatching Jon from his cradle, holding him, protecting him, loving him as she would her own son, risking it all to keep him safe, all care for herself thrown to the wind.

like they say, what a mother's love holds no bounds, and what it makes her capable of had no limits.

Have you seen my wife?

Now you have!

thinking abt her on this aggie board i'm on (i dont know whats going on below her but i think shed think about violent stick figures a lot

FUCK UFK FUCK I SAW THIS AND STARTED JUMPING AROUND THE HOUSE AND KICKING MY LEGS AND SHIT AND I ACCIDENTALLY HIT MY ANKLE AGAINST THE CORNER OF THE BED SUPER HARD AND IT HURTS SO NADIM SCREAMING AND COUGHING I FEEL LIKE IM BEING CRUCIFIED BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FATES ANYTHING FOR YOU FATES