Me @ Golden Madness One Day 😂

I can not fucking deal with how funny this video actually is.

Head held high. Shoulders squared. Eyes forward. Mouth neutral. Gait slow. Pidge repeated the instructions like a war mantra within her head. Heck, she might as well have been going to war in her situation. The Green Paladin still seethed with anger at the fact Lotor was able to capture her on a recon mission. To make matters worse, the Galran Prince even insisted he join her for dinner. Fancy dress and all. How the quiznak he knew her measurements, Pidge was desperate to know. But, for now, she had a different sort of fight ahead of her right now. Pidge silently thanked Laila’s many ‘schoolings’ on proper behavior for events like these as she was lead to a private dining room. Walking straight into the belly of the beast. •

*cracks knuckles*

Did someone say...ANGST???

2017 Svidge Celebration Prompts!

Day 1 (October 13th) - Soulmates

Day 2 (October 14th) - Sven’s Reality

Day 3 (October 15th) - [Space] Hospital

Any Day - Angst

Tag @svidgecelebration or use #vldsc2017 and #svidgecelebration2017 so we can reblog your posts! The prompt “Angst” can be used for any day (by itself or in combination with another prompt/request). Requests can also be used as prompts!

Is it strange that I’m a teenage girl but I still quote ‘Cat in the Hat’ in my everyday life.

I mean

It’s just

So damn

quotable

How can people not quote it every single day of their lives?

Girls be like

Royai Web Weave

—

FMA by Arakawa Hiromu

mitski, “me and my husband” / fma 31 / fma 101 / house of leaves / fma 95 / fma 95 / nikita gil / madeline miller / fma 103

Narti Week 2017 - Day 3: Memories

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The earliest memory Narti had was far from pleasant.

A voice belonging to a woman ,who she would later learn was Grand Witch Haggar, was scolding her. For what, the female Galra could not remember. She did, however, remember being struck.

Blood flowing from her face.

She had been so young then. Unable and unused to living in a world without sight and speech. Terrified of the handicaps she had, seemingly, been born with.

The Witch used that to her advantage.

Narti remembered the nails on that horrid woman's gnarled hands. Filed like serrated knives, those nails had pressed into Narti's young face. Nearly, but not quite, drawing blood as the Witch pulled their heads close together  The smell of rot on the Witch too strong for Narti's heightened sense of smell, and the girl gagged. Desperate for cleaner air.

Unintentionally pushing the nails deeper into her skin.

“Little Beast!” The Grand Witch had hissed. Her scent like toxin and metal. The female Galra frantic to get away from the warm, rotten breath and sharp hands, but much too frightened to even move.

Much less run.

“Never forget you cost your mother her life, you wretched thing! You killed the only creature who could ever love you. Remember that the next time you dare disobey.”

Narti could only do as she was told.

She remembered.

Gah!!! Did this in the last 5 min of study hall!!!