oh youre a lesbian couple? which one of you is doubt, mystery and the night and which one of you is of summer, conviction and the sun?
unrelated question: if one of you were corrupted would you try to corrupt the other? completely unrelated. btw.
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fabian is such a sweetie and he will not convince me otherwise. genuinely there’s no reason for him to make up with gertie bc the rest of them have enough good standing with her to work with her, he fully did that for kristen. the way he approached it too, wasn’t like “oh im gonna get her off my back so we can deal with the honey thing” no it was pure good soul lou wilson shining through fabian going “hey if there’s even a BUMP on this road to love for my friend because of me? i’m repaving the entire fucking street lets go”
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adaine and fig helping gorgug with his barbarian classes means SO MUCH to me
rage is killing your dad with a spell named after your fury, rage is refusing to go to your first day of high school, rage is a teenage girl
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honestly to me nothing better explains bill seacasters personal brand of toxicity than him staying chungledown bims patron. bc like yes he loves fabian and he wants the best for him but he just doesn’t understand what that actually is. he thinks fabian needs an archnemesis and that means he’s enabling one of fabian’s literal textual worst fears
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I don't think I've really sat down and let enough sink in about how brutally real Riz's whole deal is this season. It's a kid raised by his single mother, reckoning with his father's absence, who never had any true friends until this gang of bumblefucks. And now he's faced with a future where his friends failing school is not the problem, no, what's really stressing him out is figuring out how the hell he gets it to where they all end up in the same place. How does he keep them together. Because at the end of the day simply passing isn't gonna cut it if they all go down different roads and he ends up alone all over again.
The feeling of being a kid who has been bullied their entire life, finally acquiring good friends who make you happy, and then the nauseating dread and panic when you start to realize that it can't last forever. Murph you fucking criminal.
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illustration of atalanta and the calydonian boar i did for the dames anthology
ko-fi
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Instead of any sex toys, I want someone to tie me up and bring out a tool box. Use vice grips to squash my tits. Clamp my nipples and skin with pliers, stick a screwdriver in my ass. Use a drill against my skin. Shove a hammer in my cunt and make me stand up until it falls out of me, and punish me for it. Use a wrench and hammer to bruise my body. Stick as many allen keys in my cunt as you can and watch them all fall out. Shove all the little drill bits in my cunt and ass and punish me if i cant push out every single one. Make me fuck every handle of every tool and then lick them clean for you. Keep me in your garage and make sure i intimately know every tool you own..
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The Skaven really epitomize what I love about Warhammer.
They’re funny rat people who speak weird and go nuts for magical green rocks, but they do horrifying shit like eat children, cannabalism, vivisection and there’s so many of them that killing them all is impossible and they could singlehandedly bring about the end times without help if they all worked together, but they’re also funny rat people who smoke magic crackrocks and have chronic backstabbing disorder and they’re petty as fuck and their god looks at all of this and goes “lmao”
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LANA TURNER does her part, 1942
She was a pin-up girl of the first order. She was a soldier’s dream during World War II, officially “The Girl We’d Like to Be Stranded on a Deserted Island With,” “The Girl We’d Like to Find in Every Port,” and “The Most Gorgeous, Spectacular, and Pulse-stirring Thing on High Heels.” The 18th Bomb Squadron of the U.S. Air Force painted her on the nose of their B-17 and named the plane “Tempest Turner.” In 1942 she raised $50,000 selling war bonds with kisses and her efforts altogether brought in an estimated $5,000,000.
Back home she was a regular at the Hollywood Canteen and on the studio lot she played hostess to large groups of soldiers. She also performed broadcats for Armed Forces Radio, where soldiers could have any wish come true, no matter how random, if it could be transmitted over the airwaves. They could hear Carole Landis sigh, Judy Garland sing “Over the Rainbow,” or Lana Turner cook a porterhouse steak smothered with onions. That’s the request that was made of her and she was happy to oblige. Visiting hospitals was the most difficult because she was easily affected by injuries and sad stories. The soldiers loved her. They were convinced she was the last pretty girl they would ever see. - LANA: THE MEMORIES, THE MYTHS, THE MOVIES
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