Lizards don't give a HECK about the economy

🌼 Maybe - Flower Face

Match to the Sixth ⚔️🩸

[ID: A blue and red drawing of Camilla (and Palamedes in her body) from The Locked Tomb dueling Ianthe in Naberius’s body. Camilla kneels on one leg as Ianthe stabs her through the stomach with a rapier. Camilla glares at Ianthe, defiant. She grips Ianthe’s wrist with one hand and holds a knife in the other. The lunging Ianthe Naberius looks angry and confused. The background is saturated red. End ID]

Coat worn by Sybil Shepherd as Katya Goncharova in Goncharov, 1974, dir. Martin Scorcese

No, they lost to a film called Travels With My Aunt. Fucking robbed, if you ask me.

Romantic antique attire perfect for kôyô (autumn leaves viewing season) depicting small birds in turning maples trees.

The black silk shusu obi is matched with a lovely sanpogi (lit. ”stroll outfit”). Those were beautiful kimono featuring mirror designs on skirt flaps and all over patterns. I believe they were worn as fashionable day dress and were briefly in fashion in Kansai (Osaka?) pre wwii.

come on barbie let’s go party!

go loud and whatnot

She’s literally never done anything wrong? Ever??

Have you REALLY lost your scissors if you aren't walking around making scissor motions with your fingers in an attempt to lure them back out?

spellcasting with somatic compenents

this is a beautiful addition

And I love you, and all that is part of you.

woke up thinking about this

Tamsyn Muir really just sat down and wrote a book from the pov of the character least qualified to have any fucking clue about what’s going on and then proceeded to make sure each successive book was written from the perspective of an even less qualified bitch. Like we go from a jock filling in last minute at an international science competition, to a traumatized teenager with a DIY lobotomy trying to keep up with a bunch of 10,000 year old demigods, to a SIX MONTH OLD operating in a TERRORIST CELL. Pray for Alecto y’all, homegirl doesn’t stand a chance in hell of understanding the story she’s in.

drawing out my feelings on the most recent tazmuir interview

One flesh, one end, you know the drill Edit: many of you wish these were bookmarks…and they actually are! They’ll be at kyotosparty.bigcartel.com very soon💕  

Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them? Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.

come on body let's go party!

POV : You are about to take some very, veeeeeeeery bad decisions and she is here to enable you.

pov: you just ran into tridentarius twins