JUST ONE
I’M A FEW

JUST ONE

I’M A FEW

mcgrathed:

“Everything you’ve done, I know now. For me, for Camelot, for the Kingdom you helped me build, I want to say something I’ve never said to you before … thank you.”○ Merthur S5

mcgrathed:

“Everything you’ve done, I know now. For me, for Camelot, for the Kingdom you helped me build, I want to say something I’ve never said to you before … thank you.”
○ Merthur S5

sketchlock:

mlysza:

Every Thursday has become an exciting yet anxiety filled day for me.
Here’s some more art. Print!

I can’t your art. Mel plz. You’re killing me here with all this beauty.

sketchlock:

mlysza:

Every Thursday has become an exciting yet anxiety filled day for me.

Here’s some more art. Print!

I can’t your art. Mel plz. You’re killing me here with all this beauty.

Like a butterfly, a wild butterflyI will collect you and capture you

Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly
I will collect you and capture you

livesandliesofwizards:

Phrixus Malfoy was often teased by his only-slightly-older brother, who was the heir, about the differences between them.  Phrixus did not mind; the power with which he had been gifted wasn’t something that could be channelled with a wand, and the charm he cast was far more lasting than any ordinary spell.‘I get to go to school to be a proper wizard,’ Nero would taunt, ‘while you must stay at home and have tutors, like a baby.’‘But there is no dormitory for my sort up at school,’ Phrixus would reply.  ‘I am neither one nor the other.  Where would I sleep?’Or Nero would say, ‘I inherit the house and lands, and I’ll pass on the family name and titles, while you will be forgotten.’‘But I have no need for the house and lands, as I cannot pass on the name.  I shall travel, and when I am forgotten I will be long dead, so it won’t matter.’Such fanciful creations, people altered for pleasure alone, were falling out of fashion—times changing, the dreaded Muggle Influence creeping in and overthrowing even the most respected magical traditions—and thus Phrixus was one of the few castrati left, a living work of art and an attractive-yet-antiquated addition to his family’s social assets.  His music was entrancing, sweeter than the lightest draught.  With one note he could heal, invigorate, or kill, and with each aria he perfected Phrixus understood himself to be a far more formidable wizard than his brother would ever guess.
(photo source)
(written and submitted by malacophilous)

livesandliesofwizards:

Phrixus Malfoy was often teased by his only-slightly-older brother, who was the heir, about the differences between them.  Phrixus did not mind; the power with which he had been gifted wasn’t something that could be channelled with a wand, and the charm he cast was far more lasting than any ordinary spell.

‘I get to go to school to be a proper wizard,’ Nero would taunt, ‘while you must stay at home and have tutors, like a baby.’

‘But there is no dormitory for my sort up at school,’ Phrixus would reply.  ‘I am neither one nor the other.  Where would I sleep?’

Or Nero would say, ‘I inherit the house and lands, and I’ll pass on the family name and titles, while you will be forgotten.’

‘But I have no need for the house and lands, as I cannot pass on the name.  I shall travel, and when I am forgotten I will be long dead, so it won’t matter.’

Such fanciful creations, people altered for pleasure alone, were falling out of fashion—times changing, the dreaded Muggle Influence creeping in and overthrowing even the most respected magical traditions—and thus Phrixus was one of the few castrati left, a living work of art and an attractive-yet-antiquated addition to his family’s social assets.  His music was entrancing, sweeter than the lightest draught.  With one note he could heal, invigorate, or kill, and with each aria he perfected Phrixus understood himself to be a far more formidable wizard than his brother would ever guess.

(photo source)

(written and submitted by malacophilous)

mirimap:

Prompted by a convo with Girabbit about Legolas’ apparent wearing of eyeliner in Desolation of Smaug.

mirimap:

Prompted by a convo with Girabbit about Legolas’ apparent wearing of eyeliner in Desolation of Smaug.

Reason #628 why I don’t want kids

They can have conversations with ghosts. 

Handwritten Post Day TMI

  • 1: Write your URL in some writing that you thought were super cool when you were younger. Eg, bubble letters, digital clock letters, letters with lots of embellishments, or letters with smiley faces in them.
  • 2: Write a list of all the countries or states you’ve been to. Write a comment on each of them. Or some, if you can’t be bothered.
  • 3: List your top three statistical Tumblr crushes and draw their icons.
  • 4: Draw a selfie.
  • 5: Name three things you like about yourself.
  • 6: Do you like the climate you live in? What do you like about it or what would you change?
  • 7: What is your current mood? Write and/or draw.
  • 8: Can you tie a bow-tie? A regular tie? If yes, how and when did you learn?
  • 9: Pick something from your immediate surroundings and tell the story behind the item.
  • 10: The last time you noticed you’d put a piece of clothing on incorrectly, i.e. backwards/inside out/etc?
  • 11: What is a typical breakfast for you?
  • 12: How do you take your favorite coffee? Eg strong or weak? Black or with cream/milk and/or sugar/sweetener? Filter, espresso, French press or instant? Hot or iced? Regular or decaf? None of the above?
  • 13: Describe your favorite food. Who makes it?
  • 14: List 5 movies that you love.
  • 15: What is a wanky memory from Tumblr that still makes you blush?
  • 16: What brought you to Tumblr?
  • 17: Have you had any real Tumblr crushes? If you want to keep your mystery, answer with a drawing.
  • 18: Do you prefer to text or call your friends?
  • 19: Write an autograph version of your URL.
  • 20: Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph.

What if they don’t get to Stiles before the Alpha Pack uses him as a human sacrifice? An almost beaten to death Derek sees him one last time.