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in my bed. straight up “counting it”. and by “it”, haha, well. let’s justr say. sherp

Not Lisa being starstruck by Cate Blanchett of all people...girl we see you...

Saw this clipping in The Hollywood Reporter... Then this post by @itslacroixsweetiedarling... And... well... 🤪

Continue the tale... (It's not long, please try, I'd love to see where people take this)

I rush back out through the door covered in sparkly raindrops, my itchy feet sighing at the feel of the cool tile in the hallway. Doors of all shapes and sizes scatter the walls, each a monument frozen in time.

I quickly turn the knob of an emerald green door with a floating leaf splashed across the front, the seconds ticking away. I slip inside, scanning everything and lodging it into my brain

A tree-shaped coat rack draped with a frog raincoat in the corner. Lime green carpet growing crusty at the tips of each piece of fuzz. A dragon stuffed animal lying on its side next to the forest-colored bed upon which sits a small girl.

I jolt backwards, panic clawing at my heart as I swallow down a scream, my back snapping against the wall across from her. Her brown hair hangs limp and greasy, head tilted forward and sunken eyes closed. Collarbones jump out of her skin like knives sticking out of the top of her mint green pajamas. She’s so thin for a second I think she must be dead.

“I’m infected,” She whispers, voice like gravel on glass, bloodshot eyes flicking upwards to lock on me. Bile rises up my throat and I fling myself towards the doorway, hands desperately clutching at the doorknob and turning, turning, turning.

It doesn’t budge.

“S-Sick?” My voice wobbles dangerously as my head grows light, everything going sparkly and sharp around me, fingers slippery with sweat as they tug at the handle uselessly, desperately.

“Infected.” She repeats, and something tells me those are two very, very different things.

Missing all them rn

this is literally the most impressive art I've ever seen. Also she's gorgeous omg.

***NOT A PHOTO

16 hrs, most of which were me just stabbing my iPad making shiny dots. Go follow me on Instagram for more gay artwork and to help get my algorithm back on track.

Follow: @rachel.l.hicks

Lady Tremaine + outfits

Every now and then falling for a dark haired powerful witch with parent issues who is just misunderstood and deeply hurt by the world because she actually loves very deep but no one knows.

The Reluctant Victor, inspired by The Reluctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche - I just thought that this painting was SO perfect for Katniss and I had to draw it!

Dovey x Lesso, 11? 💜

11. “This must be a mistake."

“This must be a mistake."

Clarissa paused. She was only a third of the way through her carefully-prepared speech, and of all the reactions she had planned for, that was not one of them. 

“What?”

Lesso’s face was even paler than usual, and her eyes were wide. She reached out and gently took Clarissa by the shoulders. “Who put you up to this? Did you drink something a warlock gave you? I’ll kill him.”

“What are you talking about?” Clarissa was at a complete loss. She had spent weeks trying to figure out how to tell Lesso she loved her, and this was the response she got? “Lesso, no one put me up to this. I just thought–”

Lesso clamped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t say anything else. Whatever this spell is, we can fix it. You can go back to normal, and we can forget all about it.”

Clarissa let out an indignant huff. A tiny part of her wanted to just bite Lesso, but she chose the mature route and reached up to pull her hand away. Lesso’s other hand dropped from her shoulder. “I’m not under a spell. I’m trying to tell you that I love you. And if you don’t feel the same way that’s fine, but you don’t have to–”

“But that’s exactly what I’m saying!” Lesso cried. “You can’t lo–...” she swallowed. “You can’t have those feelings for me. Not without some kind of fucked up hex.”

Clarissa put her hands on her hips. “Don’t tell me what I can or can’t feel,” she growled. “For Storian’s sake, just say you’re not interested and let it drop.”

“Not interested?” Lesso’s laugh was high-pitched and entirely mirthless. “My interest has nothing to do with this.”

“Your interest?” Clarissa raised an eyebrow. Her disappointment began to fade, suddenly replaced with a curious spark of hope. 

“My–wait.” Lesso stepped back and her gaze skittered away. “Whatever, this has nothing to do with me.”

“I think it does.” Clarissa took a step towards her. “I just told you that I love you and your first thought is that I would only ever say that if I was under some sort of evil enchantment.”

“Because it’s true,” Lesso hissed. “It wouldn’t make any sense–”

Clarissa let out an exasperated huff of laughter. “We run the School for Good and Evil, when has anything in our lives ever made sense?” 

Lesso’s protest died on her tongue. She looked so small, for all the world like a frightened woodland creature. The big bad wolf, reduced to a shivering puppy by someone talking about their feelings. Clarissa’s heart swelled with love, enough to drown out her frustration with this mad, impossible woman. 

“Would this be any more nonsensical than you being in love with me?” she asked quietly. 

“Yes.” 

“Why is that?”

“Because it’s impossible to not fall in love with you,” Lesso mumbled. Her eyes were still averted, gaze firmly fixed on the ground. 

“Lesso, look at me.” When the other woman did not comply, Clarissa reached out and tilted her chin up with her index finger. “I love you. I have been in love with you for some time now. And it might not make any sense, but it’s true. Now what do you want to do about it?” She kept the tip of her finger under Lesso’s chin, unwilling to break that tiny bit of contact. 

Lesso stared at her for several interminably long seconds as every emotion known to man flashed across her face. Finally, finally she landed on acceptance. 

Before Clarissa could react she surged forward, pulling the fairy godmother into a searing kiss. A soft squeak bubbled up in Clarissa’s throat, but it was quickly replaced with a pleased hum. Her eyes slid shut and she pressed forward, sliding her hands under Lesso’s coat and resting them on the smooth planes of her back. 

Lesso froze and pulled back slightly. “Shit, I should have asked if you were okay with that, I know you Evers–”

“Stop talking and just kiss me,” Clarissa panted.

For once, Lesso didn’t argue with her.