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Diversity Win! Kalvaxus, Emperor of the Red Waste tried to use a trans girl as one of his virgin sacrifices!

The Glowups of the Seven Maidens!

i hope they get funny little hats

THESE

T E E N S 

I love them all so much

the girls

say hi, intrepid heroes!

[image is an illustration of the Bad Kids from fantasy high all piled on top of each other. gorgug is at the bottom, looking up a little worried; fabian is sitting on his shoulders and grinning broadly, making a finger heart with one hand and holding kristen slung over his shoulder with the other. kristen is sipping a cortado and looking incongruously relaxed, with fig perched on her back, laughing and holding her bass in her lap. adaine is seated on fig’s shoulder with her comically oversized crystal orb in one hand and a spellbook in the other, struggling to balance with a nervous expression. riz is perched across adaine’s shoulders with his magnifying glass out and a grin on his face, his tail held out for balance.]

Pocket gremlin

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My contribution to the recent passing of vine. May it rest in peace.

“GET FUCKED”

R.I.P. VINE Part 3

(Part 1) (part 2) (part 4)

concept playlists;

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled  it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

a very small collection of my favorite vines

catra from seasons 1 to 4:

there should be a new emotion added to the spectrum of emotion called "the feeling u get when u were obsessed with supernatural in like 2012 and carry on wayward son comes on and it's a genuinely good song but you feel like a ghost has walked through your body"