Not an ask per se but some months ago I made a Colors of the Sky remix I hadn’t seen anyone else do before and thought you might gain a tiny bit of happy as you are the expert on sky and the colors therein.

https://www.tumblr.com/roswellzero/711203786412244992/please-select-all-matching-images

umm so that actually made me so very happy, thank you for sharing!!! it’s a truly wonderful post!! i’m reblogging it after I post this ask

hey genuine question how the FUCK did you make these. how many years did these take you PLEASE

i take pictures and cut them out and placed, i made those at. four am lol

the top one has about 30 ish layers and the bottom one has over 20 layers, not counting the adjustment layers for the psd/colors <3

Looook.

I put a picture of Jasper through a gender changing photo software for funzies. However, I didn't expect him to look so much like Bianca (Henry's longest love interest)

Hmmm, Hen? Subconsciously trying to date Jasper, were you???

yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out

did you ever make a post about pete not liking tankhun ? i know you mentioned it a few times in your tags but i don't remember seeing a post. (i share your opin ions.)

I definitely toyed with the idea of meta or a gifset but I didn't ever make a full post! I love unrequited love and I ESPECIALLY love the extremely rare platonic version which Tankhun and Pete absolutely nail in my opinion!

There are loads of moments where Pete's smile drops around Tankhun very quickly, or he insults Tankhun behind his back. Instead of laughing things off like Arm and Pol, he almost has a wincing fear-response to Tankhun, which we don't really see at all from the other bodyguards.

I think that Tankhun likes to think of himself as being close friends with his bodyguards, and he does genuinely show a lot of open affection for Pete and eventually concern for his safety. But I think ultimately for Pete, Tankhun is just a part of Pete's job, and over time resentment has built up until he thinks of Tankhun as one of the *worst* parts of it. I definitely don't think he resents Tankhun enough to hurt or endanger him, but that's about as far as it goes, there's certainly very little love there.

Something about that dynamic is just particularly brilliant, especially when combined with Pete's eventual defection from Tankhun's side to Vegas'. He chooses a man who has beaten and tortured him over a man who showers him in affection and throws parties on his return.

I utterly adore Tankhun but I think as a character that's grown up in a gilded cage, he doesn't really understand that what Pete needs is a sense of his own autonomy rather than being dragged to "fun" "lets cheer up Pete" parties that Tankhun has demanded on his behalf. At least with Vegas he *chose* to go back, he handed Vegas the ropes, let him lock him back up again. Even before he develops feelings for Vegas, Pete has clearly felt like a subhuman pet for Tankhun and the main family for a long, long time and I think ironically Vegas acknowledging Pete's humanity is the tipping point for him.

I think even without their nascent romantic love as a factor, Pete would always choose Vegas. Because despite the threat of suffering, he offers a sense of freedom that Tankhun's gilded cage does not. It all makes for an incredibly interesting betrayal, and makes Pete choosing Vegas over Tankhun all the more pointed. By choosing to be Vegas' pet, he chooses to be human.

Everytime I see you like my stuff I get all giggly and kick my feet wksnjs "teehee oh my godd we're mootss oh my goshhh 🤭🎶" /p

You’re literally the only blog I check every day and love every post, please never stop

dehradun days

you meet them for the first time,

knowing it's probably the last.

might as well make the most of this time,

since life comes at you fast.

you find the strangest of signals

in the no-network zones.

cross-tent communication with folks,

just rambling about the unknown.

there's the warmth of shared laughter,

that carries you through freezing nights,

and you look up at the flickering stars,

to finally see things in a different light.

and at 11,000 ft above sea level

you finally reach the peak,

just to realise the joy was in the journey,

and the friends you made that week.

you'll visit caves & splendid cafes,

and remember the city in mere parts,

but years later, you'll still tell everyone,

how dehradun captured your heart.

I don't like it when the worship leader has a mic on and the mic is quite loud so you hear nothing besides his singing and piano. like yeah you can sing but this is not a concert. i wanna hear the congregation:(

things said with the number of your choice please! xD surprise us!

#30 THINGS YOU SAID UNDER THE STARS. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.

"I for many centuries have believed Time has been the greatest enemy of mine, as I longed for a death no mortal, no creature, no god would grant me. All became a twisted embodiment of my immortality, a mirror I did not wish to look into the eyes of. And so I have killed. All. I have killed them all. Exterminated. Massacred. Desperately seeking release in the pleasure of punishment. I wished watching the blood flow, bathing in it, would have filled the cold of this void within me. I wanted to punish you too, Earl. Oh to slice your neck has haunted many of my nights. But I know. I do know now. As I am no longer a creature of denial and delusion, my true enemy has always been myself. It never was you." The night is silent. Her piercing golden eyes watching through the wide open from-ceiling-to-floor windows as the lights inside are turned off, only the moon dancing in a clear sky decorated of stars. She steps outside, on the balcony of marble and stones, the curtains singing in the wind. The view on the city appears unexpectedly soothing for the Lamia, empty of these little ants of mortals in the streets, only the lights and the constellations. It reminds her of the calm of the forest. Her hand holding a glass of sirens blood, bringing it to her lips as her eyes remain stuck on the horizon, her free fingertips resting down the cold railing. "You and I never been apart, I cannot quite understand how nor why." There is a smile on her usual expresionless features, her head, kept high in her white suit. "I first believed it would be my curse to remain alone and I wholehearly embraced it, my fate in all its glory, as desastrous as it is. To be alone is the cowards peace, to never connect my existence to any other in order for it to be easier to suppress. I remember you by my side ever since my first massacre in this little village, the witches of the sea. I remember you by my side as I was dripping of madness and blood of the Moonlake Knights, euphoric of my first battles. I shall remember you by my side right now, in these modern times. Will you still be here, then, when I never die, as you keep my rotting soul within the palms of your gloved hands?" Her eyes look down, sligthly, the white of her silken hair caressed by the moonlight. "This sirens blood is getting to me. I can hear their voices in my head." She whispers in a scoff, a slow shake of the head. "I should go and lay down."

ngl

Reblogged your art and read your tags.

Same. SAME.

Jango Fett has been in my mind since I first saw him as a child and I can rightfully say he is my first and forever love. I hope you'll consider more art appreciation for Jango in a sea of Boba Fett, The Mandalorian art!

*big hugs for you* ♥

Ahh yay! :D It’s great to see another Jango Fett enjoyer!! I really liked him as a kid too, but I only realized what a cool character he is a little over a year ago when I got back into Star Wars and finally read his legends backstory. (On that note BLESS Filoni and the people working on the mandalorian for re-canonizing Jango being a real mandalorian and also making Jaster canon <3)

He’s such an underrated character tbh, he deserves more attention and love from mandalorian enjoyers 🥺… And if no one else is going to do it I will absolutely do it myself!!! >:D you have enabled me to draw him more now, so you can definitely expect some more Jango art from me haha 💙

It’s hard to pick the worst retelling version of Agravaine because they’re all super terrible but in new and interesting ways. Every time I think I’ve seen it all, another author floats into my periphery with fresh horrors to discover.

Off the top of my head, while I like a lot of things in the Gwen Rowley romance trilogy, Agravaine is treated really poorly. His own mother talks about how he’s her least favorite child but she’s stuck with him because he’s the only one that’s loyal, which she attributs to his lack of intelligence. She outright mocks his alcohol addiction. The only positive trait she mentions is that he isn’t ugly…because of her. But only his face. After body shaming him, she encourages him to make advances toward a woman they’re trying to manipulate. Which he of course does because he’s a fairly shallow character who’s absolutely desperate for any attention he can get. Like damn Rowley what did Agravaine ever do to you?

i have bad melted soup brain today and i hate it

AAAAAAAAAAA MUZZ If there's anything I can do to help, please lemme know ; n ; I don't have a lot of outside resources but if there's anything I can do to help like, distract or cheer up or just to hang out for a bit so you can vent or something, know that I'm here *BIG HUGS*

AKSJDEHF THANK YOU!! ;_; Your friendship and company is more than enough to help keep my spirits up already 💕

there is a genuine part of me that struggles to accept and cope with farquaads death

Slowly realizing that this next zhuiling fic is the Fic™️ ✨🌸🥺💞