Gwendolenau

inthefallofasparrow:

tenderanarchist:

tenderanarchist:

These are so fun to make

@thedisablednaturalist @fagtabulous

Ask and you shall receive!

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ambivalens999:

The Marquis of Georgette Heyer’s Devil’s Cub (1932) is monstrous, fascinating, and devilishly witty in equal measures, and I am–in a word–obsessed.

1930s historical romance? I’m a newly converted fan :o

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pardalote:

Finished damp stretching these four littlies.

I’m happy with the direction this new work is taking me. More ideas whirling, new canvas in the frame ready to stitch!

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raisedbythetv89:

Kristen is literally describing how she used to make peanut butter, whipped cream, blueberry bowls and the way Jason is looking at her while she does is making me psychotic

GIVE THEM ALL PLUS MAC BACK TO ME YOU COWARDS😭 AND STOP WITH ALL THE NOIR GARBAGE ROBERT.

Veronica Mars should be bordering camp at all times you made the new sheriff DAN LAMB aka Don Lamb’s “evil brother” that is RIDICULOUS and Weevil says to Chardo “You’re out. Out of the club…. out of my life” the most cartoonish line you could ever have a gang member utter 😭

Basically just start season 5 with Veronica waking up from the bad dream that was season 4 and try again and stick to season 1 vibes please and thank you because I need them all back together and I need Jason and us to have Logan back 😭

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sp1c3-r4ck-synd1c4t3:

How close have you gotten to a dead person

Saw one in another room

Saw one in the same room

Touched one

Seen a skeleton (or individual bones) in another room

Seen a skeleton (or individual bones) in the same room

Touched a skeleton (or individual bones)

Death is a foreign concept (None of the above)

What the fuck??? (see results)

See Results

Very curious if this is a common experience (only answer skeleton if the first 3 don’t apply)

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katy-l-wood:

memewhore:

This one really does just gain momentum with every new word, huh?

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youareiron-andyouarestrong:

anhyatt9: ❤️ RebelCaptain, please?

❤️ first kiss / realization

Not that anyone would ever ask Jyn, but believe it or not, she really doesn’t want her first kiss with Cassian to be for the sake of a cover.

Again, not that the unfeeling galaxy gives a single flying kriff about what she wants, but if you were to ask her (under duress, at knifepoint, and possibly under threat of torture, and potentially not even then), Jyn would say that she would sort of like any kind of kiss with Cassian to be…oh hell, meaningful? Maybe? Something that she could be sure they both want?

But it’s Cassian we’re talking about here, the only man in the galaxy who will offer to lead a potential suicide mission before admitting what he wants. But even after Scarif, he’s been…well, he’s a been a constant, steady, watchful presence by her side. Standing up for before Alliance High Command, recommending her to Intelligence. Even getting her situated with the quartermasters. He wouldn’t do those things for just anybody, right? …Right?

Unfortunately, short of just asking him, outright (who does she look like to you, Organa? Get out of it), Jyn isn’t going to say anything. If Cassian–if Cassian wanted her that way, she would know. He would say something.

Wouldn’t he?

But unfortunately, she doesn’t have time to think about that now. Because the galaxy is vast and unfeeling and doesn’t care one parsec about that she wants, she needs to kiss Cassian. For the sake of the cover.

Admittedly, circumstances could be worse. It could be some sick, twisted bastard trying to get them to “prove” something and getting off on it (which, gross, no thank you), or in some fancy party full of Imps, leering at them. Instead it’s a smiling old granny, who spoke to Cassian in Kenari, and Cassian is absolute lothcat grass for old ladies and grandmothers, regardless of species, for some reason. They all just think he’s adorable, with his shy smile and slightly sticking out ears, and his earnest eyes and the little dimple that appears when he’s trying to be charming, not that he has to try very hard–stay on topic, Jyn.

But he’s referred to her during this cover as my wife, the only slightest bit of wonder in his voice every time he says it, so the old granny running this stall that might be a cover for a fence that the Alliance can work worth, teased him about giving his wife such pretty roses in her cheeks by kissing. Cassian had laughed it off, wrapping his arm around Jyn’s waist, smiling, and Jyn had seen that speculative look in the older woman’s eyes, and she’s never been one to back down from a dare. So when Cassian turns back to her, still smiling a little, Jyn smiles back at him, rises on her toes and–

Kisses him, in front of the entire market, the Force and everyone.

Cassian’s mouth is soft under hers, his lips slack with surprise just for a moment. Then he recovers, returning the kiss with ardor, but somehow just keeping light enough so that it’s not completely inappropriate for being out in public. Just a besotted married couple, indulging in a public moment of affection. Jyn wants to sink into this moment and never, ever come out of it.

She doesn’t, though. She can’t. She doesn’t know if he wants it, or this, or her, or if it’s just for the sake of the cover to him, but even if it is, Jyn will take this moment with both hands and cram it in her mouth, her pockets, clutch it to her heart like the greedy, striving thief she is. So she steals a few more kisses, and then one more, sinking back down on to her heels. Cassian chases after her mouth seemingly unthinkingly, before the amused cackle of the old granny alerts them both–they still have an audience. So he stops, looking at her with a question in his eyes only Jyn knows the answer to. She stares up at him, hoping against hope (that wild, reckless thing) that she can give him a proper answer.

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unicorn-of-mischief:

In position.

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