I Literally Don't Have Time To Do A Better Job Of This

There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

reblog this if your icon could kill a man

This footage of Elmo after messing up a take on Sesame Street is peak relatable

“Kiss me… kiss me until I’m sick of it…”

I am absolutely obsessed with him, its not even funny.

Cardan Greenbriar from The Cruel Prince Series by Holly Black

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Don't mind me, I'm just waiting for my marker to recharge

how to be the ultimate tool of destruction

Pairing: Azriel/Eris Vanserra

Rating: M

Chapter Count: 1/3

Description: Even from the other end of Prythian, Eris Vanserra manages to unravel the careful tapestry of Azriel's stoic exterior one thred at a time. The Shadowsinger is no stranger to wrath, but the kind that the Lordling inspires is one that he just can't seem to get a grip on. He hates it. The loss of control, the thoughtlessness, the total dissociation. He doesn't want the rage or the blindness that it brings, but he just can't seem to help it when the First Son of Autumn is involved.

Especially not when a mating bond snaps between them.

But when Azriel's instincts are forced in a new direction, and his rage takes a different shape, he is confronted with truths and feelings that he'd previously thought impossible. Because, at the end of the day, Eris Vanserra is his mate.

And there is little that Azriel wouldn't do for the one tied to his soul.

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Nesta Week Day 2: Mask

I had this stained-glass-mask-metaphor idea but it ended up a bit too abstract and confusing, so I simplified to a stained glass window of Nesta with her Dread Trove (and Atraxia) She's standing in front of a gradient representing Prythian, and contemplating how to slay her enemies.

Then a few mask-related Nesta doodles.

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So, I just forgot that I can’t draw, so I threw this shit down. If someone knows how to color it would be nice, otherwise we all cry like this ship.

What SHOULD have happened during the High Lord meeting

Beron moved to the Lady of Autumn's seat, resting a hand on her shoulder. The same arm that now bore a bright scar. She did not so much as flinch, but her hand tightened around Eris's wrist.

"You have injured my wife, viciously attacked my heir, and made an attempt on my life. These are acts of war, little girl. Perhaps your mate should have done better filling you with knowledge of politics and common sense rather than vile seed!"

"Beron!"

"I have spoken my piece!" he snarled in answer to Thesan's snap. Beron turned back to the Night Court and pointed his finger.

"Too long have we endured the arrogance of this insolent half-breed. Well. No longer." Beron spat out the words, "This meeting was the last straw in a bale of thousands. As High Lord of Autumn, I declare war on Night."

The ripple was instantaneous.

"Father, are you certain of this?" Eris murmured.

But Beron did not answer his son. His gaze was fixed on Rhys's frozen face. The male recovered quickly, a sneer forming on his lips.

"What matter is it of mine whether you wage war on us or not? We both know your forces are nothing in comparison to Night's."

Beron's face turned thunderous, and he opened his mouth to reply when a voice cut through, sharp and clear.

"Spring will stand with you, Lord Beron."

Rhys barked out a laugh, relaxing "Oh? With what army?"

Tamlin merely smiled, unsheathing those deadly claws and letting them gleam in the steady candle light.

"I don't need one. I killed one High Lord of Night before. I can do it again."

Eris: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its "intelligent" and "really cool."

Eris: But when I do it, I'm "petty" and "need to let it go"