ao3 turns 15 today
reblog if youre older than ao3
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
every time i'm reminded that caul fat (also known as lace fat) exists i get so mad that it hasn't inspired a popular lace pattern like all the floral and crochet stuff
oh my god god god god god my dad just tried to complain about me wearing earrings with ghosts on them because they're "not very festive" so i said Well Actually ghosts are very appropriate for christmastime and he said tell you what if you can show me a single christmas themed thing that has ghosts in it i won't say another word about your fashion choices this entire holiday. i Promise. so i got him to lean in realllllll close as i opened up the browser app on my phone and slowly began to type "A CHRISTMAS CAROL" while the blood rapidly drained from his face.
“A fair fight. The foe is floored. A win for Lady Nonagesimus.”
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Harrowhark: @foxandthings
As soon as we booked a slot in the rain room I KNEW I wanted to recreate part of the fight scene from Chapter 2!
This scene has remained a super memorable one to me, I think it really sets the tone for the rest of the first book. The industrial vibes of Drearburh vs the magic of Necromancy, I just love a genre meld so much (though lesbian enemy tension may have something to do with my love of this scene too lmaO)
offering / oil on canvas
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hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry
“I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”
"your friends are an echo chamber" heyyyyy hey. hey. lock your phone right now and put it down. and walk until you get to the shore and then enter the body of water you encounter and stay in it till youre clean and whole with the world again