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You know what they say about the Supernatural fandom....
it's SO GOOD
this has been one of my ultimate favorite choreographies in theatre ever since i saw this slime for the first time in 2019. LIFE CHANGING and everyone must watch it at least once…
"It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours and then be willing to let it go." - Neil Gaiman, Stardust
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I love TDP 🐲👑 so much sometimes it's overwhelming.
And now with season 4 out I just want to scream bc there are just so many positive emotions and how do I deal with that-
It’s less than 20 minutes to the end. Neil… what did you possibly do in less than 20 minutes?
I finally watched Bdubs’ Last Life for the first time and now maybe have a very slight, very minor ethubs problem… @tunastime’s fic Hot Tea has shanked me while I am down and now I am simply melting away /pos
True love -->> strongest Aroma -->> When take, takes everything -->> when gives, it give uh all !!! <3
You can have everything, and still be broken.
Managed to scramble this together the past week for an after effects class ^^
The song I used is 12 by Kroh! Go check it out ✌️
I'll be adding some sketches, assets, and stills below for those interested 👌
I love you. I love you more. I think that's up for debate.
I run my hand through the same old withered branches,
Drenched in the same old tired rain,
Far away the sunset harbours the lost gold of
Odysseys gone by, and if the wind were to hide
Within it some unremembered glow from the land
Of unknown secrets, the evening will gently
Whisk away the covers of the coquette,
And reveal to us a maiden under the bent willow,
Sweet as the apples from the orchards where our dreams
Were buried. She will beckon for the children
To gather around the fire and tell them the story
Of Zerah and Zulamith, whilst we twist the
Slender branches of the cherry tree into a throne
Fit for the brides of heaven to recline on,
Place at the altar a wreath of dead roses,
And hope that the silent fragrance borne to the shore
Is enough for the sea to give up the child
She drew to her heart in death’s storm.
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And dare I tag anyone? @pollosky-in-blue perhaps you’ll like the story?