The important thing is that Marcille did not learn to blaspheme against the natural order to save her girlfriend. She just happened to have studied the art of spitting in God's eye for wholly unrelated reasons, and when the opportunity by chance arose to employ that skill in service of girlfriend-saving, she was ready.
that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing
I need this reminder today.
I've noticed that I really enjoy this aesthetic.
It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.
You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.
You try to believe it.
(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)
You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).
One morning you cut yourself while shaving.
There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.
You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.
LOOK HOW CUTE SHE IS!! I LOVE HER!
Izutsumi || Dungeon Meshi 1x19
dungeon meshi but they try to solve problems the dnd way (marcille is shooting her shot)
Just learned about the existence of this poem written by Vincent Starrett in 1942. I'm always so happy when I can learn more about the Sherlockian fandom and discover more of Sherlockiana.
A verse very much on my mind today as I settle in to finish work on a first-time paid visit to 221B.*
*Adding the fairly belated realization that this is the third time now that I've pulled off this stunt of getting paid for writing in an IP I was already a fan of. (In this case, my very first major fandom.) Damn, but what a privilege. :)
As a Baker Street Irregular, I need to reblog the poem. And Diane, obviously.
Oh my goodness, the woodpecker 😆 (other two are Oriole and female Grosbeak)
Curious why the woodpecker kept doing this.
Did anybody else notice the gummi gators dancing and playing patty cake in the background?
as rushed as it is you have no idea how much i NEEDED to draw this and fast
