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#merlin  #omg OMG  


By Grace, We are Saved

updated version of this illustration for mine & arisprite's verse on Ao3

available in my redbubble and society6 shop as various things

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Hey Monster

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I find it really interesting that the historical men like Vincent Van Gogh, Winston Churchill and Richard Nixon portrayed in Moffat Who are always three dimensional and treated respectfully, while the historical women like Elizabeth the First and Nefertiti, are always love sick dolls drooling over the Doctor.

It almost seems like Moffat cannot take women seriously, even if they ruled nations.

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One of my favourite things about Harry Potter is that Harry is such an unreliable narrator, not because he’s lying, but because he was so oblivious, just about anything could be going on under his nose and he wouldn’t even notice. It’s great because it supports basically every headcanon. Like, no, Harry would not have noticed if Sirius and Remus were dating, I know he’s The Chosen One but he’s about as perceptive as a pile of bricks.

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#30 rock  #iconic  

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apparently staring at the color green for too long makes me really irritated

so i gotta change the palette for my sanity

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sometimes almost literally nothing can set me off like i’m having a normal conversation with someone and they’re like “how are you today” and i’m like “fine, i really love dean… OH MY GOD I LOVE DEAN WINCHESTER SO MUCH" and i’m suddenly in a horrible dean spiral

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Title: Things I'll Later Lose Artist: Lily & Madeleine 173 plays


Ticket stubs. The movie was all of our love in one afternoon. The sun has bent and faded them and just like us they’re gone too soon. I have to ask what’s the use in finding these things I’ll later lose?

The dress that I wore in June. The way you walked free out of the room. The note you wrote, the way it spoke and where it sits now, always in view. I can’t find you darling. I can’t find you darling.

I have to ask what’s the use in finding these things I’ll later lose? I can’t find you darling. I can’t find you darling. I’ve been hearing things and I’ve been losing sleep. Cause I can’t find you darling.

All-nighter. Album for Hour #9: The Weight of the Globe by Lily & Madeleine. 4 AM sadness, yo.