Posts tagged: musings

Urban magic
(taken in London)

Urban magic

(taken in London)

RoyEd - Raging Fire

The Central Middle Ages Summarized
  • The Church:

    don't kill the peasants. violence is immoral.

  • Knights:

    *continue to kill peasants*

  • The Church:

    okay, at least don't kill the peasants on these days.

  • Knights:

    *pretty much continue to kill peasants e'ry day*

  • The Church:

    MUAHAHAHA! TRIAL BY ORDEAL! here, hold this red-hot iron for a sec. *hellfire blazes in the background*

Who actually is the Lord of the Rings?

Is it Sauron?

Is it Frodo?

Is it the One Ring?

Is this ever explained???

I feel like Night Vale needs a Gay or European parody…

"I’m sorry! I misunderstood. You said boyfriend. I thought you said best friend. Carlos is my…best friend.”

"You lying bastard!"

Autocorrect + Japanese

Autocorrect + Japanese

Night Valestuck: An East Wind (Pt 18, Pt 7)

{Epilogue} / {Part 1} 

Seeing John and the others in the path of imminent vaporization jerked Dave back, not only into his right mind, but 413 days into the past. 

He was floating in a stretch of space, unremarkable save for the fact that it would soon become the epicenter of the violent unraveling of SBURB from all of paradox space, taking all of the beings currently playing or inhabiting its sessions with it. Dave would be the cause, and – he  would believe for a while – the sole survivor. 

He was surrounded by his friends and alternate-future-ecto-relatives, and he had seen this scene play out so many times before, seen them all flash-burn to ash so many times before, that as he looked around, all he saw were talking, breathing corpses. At least that made it easier to do what he knew (or thought he knew) that he had to do. 

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Night Valestuck: An East Wind (Part 18, Part 6)
{Part 18, Part 7} / {Part 1} 
For two minutes and fifty-one seconds, everything happened at once. The hooded figures encircling Dave were one second a mob of rival street gangs, each with a glinting butterfly knife in hand, then the next second the knives turned into butterflies and flew in dizzy spirals to the music from the new mariachi band. When Dave looked again, all of them had merged into a long, slender sea dragon, whose beached coils surrounded him possessively. 

The ground tossed underneath his feet, changing from sand to ice to foliage to strangely substantial cloud, and Dave had to cling to the monolith – the only unchanging landmark – just to cling to his sanity. In the distance, the radio tower stretched into a gothic purple spire that he knew as intimately as his own nightmares. 

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I feel a sudden and inexplicable need for Matthew Swift in square-frame glasses.

Gotta love Gothic

Gotta love Gothic

Help me I’m drowning in fandoms.

Kirito, The Phoenix

Kirito, The Phoenix

Musty sure gets long, pointy things shoved in his face a lot…

Made a new phone skin with multicolouredhighlighters' sigil, Yuri Suzuki's artwork and, of course, Kate Griffin's quote.

(Also it’s secretly John/Dave.)

He doesn’t even knick Roy’s skin though. He totally shreds his glove, and there is not a scratch on Roy’s hand afterwards. If that isn’t love I don’t know what is. 
I will go down with this ship.

He doesn’t even knick Roy’s skin though. He totally shreds his glove, and there is not a scratch on Roy’s hand afterwards. If that isn’t love I don’t know what is. 

I will go down with this ship.