the many faces of Pip Quintana (from my upcoming novel Loveless)
about her: she is a small lesbian who likes being right and gets flustered easily
Do not for the love of god group me in with these children that think this phrase is okay. As a millennial I personally think the phrase is immature and shows that younger people today don’t like being told they are wrong or when a person older than them doesn’t listen to them. Go fight in the war or live through the depression than come back and cry to me about how older people don’t listen to you. Maybe it’s for this reason.
Okay, let’s do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for like two days, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Man. I think you know the rest.
SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER VERSE (2018)
dir. Peter Ramsey, Robert Persichetti Jr., Rodney Rothman
“Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.
“I can’t,” he says.
Rich people showers
reblogging for that gif
i’m sorry i couldn’t help myself
Not gonna not reblog this….
The drawings are a necessary addition.
(Gargle shower and fireplace showers still best)
I had to
- Jan - The weathered bone
- Feb - The stained glass window
- Mar - A wolf’s howl
- Apr - The fog on the moors
- May - The sanctuary of the abandoned cathedral
- June - The bloodied locket
- July - A scream from within the forest
- Aug - The churning sea
- Sept - The fire’s last embers
- Oct - An old clocktower
- Nov - A mountain’s wind
- Dec - A saint’s weeping
Color of The Top You’re Wearing*:
- Red - smells strongly of flesh and rot.
- Orange - is set afire when you look toward it.
- Yellow - causes a ringing in your head that grows as you approach it.
- Green - offers to make a pact.
- Blue - demands a sacrifice.
- Violet - causes blood to drip from your eyes.
- White - whispers hymns of the old gods gently in your ears.
- Grey - hums with grief.
- Black - pardons you of your sins.
*if patterned/multicolored, choose the closest base colour, or most prominent.
based off this post
A saint’s weeping pardons you of your sins.
The bloodied locket demands a sacrifice.
A scream from within the forest offers to make a pact.
A scream from within the forest hums with grief
A wolf’s howl pardons you of your sins… well that is some @unwellpodcast sh*t if I ever.
That is FANTASTIC
The weathered bone hums with grief.
A scream from within the forest demands a sacrifice.
The churning sea whispers hymns of the old gods gently in your ears.