That’s right! This cutie pie!!
She wants to see her precious Smi-butt so much that she’s coming to stay with me and I am more than beyond insanely excited to have her.
The reason I’m telling you all this is that if you’re in the neighbourhood from June 14th to July 4th, WANNA HANG OUT AND DO STUFF?? Send me an ask! :’D
And by neighbourhood I mean Montreal (or Ottawa for Canada Day!)
Rechive is going to get an overdose of Canada and an overdose of me.
I’m excited 8)))))))))))
I reaaaaally like the show Hannibal for Hannibal and the aesthetic surrounding him, visually especially. I really LOVE that every time he shows up or if he’s coming, there’s always something crimson red in view. If he’s not wearing red, there’s some red in the scene somewhere else, if it’s not his wall, it’s his clothing, food, wine, etc. Red in this show is never as pronounced or deep until Hannibal comes in.
There is always RED in his scenes. I really love it.
I just need to type it out because ghjklrfds I don’t want to voice it to them
How can you believe in god or that you’re meant to live forever when you have people asking youu to kill them because they,re i n such pain from cancer?
And the whole I survived because I believed in God, is a fucking MAJOR INSULT to those who are dying, likeOOPS I GUESS YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE HARD ENOUGH BUT I’M SPECIAL ENOUGH THAT I DID? No fuck you, your body reacted to chemo therapy better than others.
I’m working with two co-workers who are deeply religious
I don’t know man I’m pretty sure I have an art block or something.. an everything block? Like.. I spent all that time baking and I didn’t get much enjoyment out of it as I used to do, I’m just feeling bland.
Nothing works gjfdsdfg
for some reason, baking did not make me feel any better oh no :’(
any body got anything good to cheer me up? I’m feeling a bit lonely
Alfred has slain seers before, had them kneeling in front of him before driving his sword into their throats, silencing their attempts at mysticism and deflating the rival tribe’s morale in one swift movement of his blade.
They’re always old men, wise-looking and arrogant in their behaviour, as if their visions somehow has made them transcend the mere mortals they are guiding.
This tribe’s seer is different. Alfred stares at him, at the blond hair moving in the wind and the eyes that are more serene than pretentious, the man looking like he’s lacking a few years on Alfred. He’s so /young/, so calm and gazing at him like he’s staring at Alfred’s naked soul and the sight being exactly what the seer had expected.
Alfred has him on his knees, not that it has any impact on the seer’s dignity. The man is still looking at him, eyes so focused that Alfred wonders if he can see anything /but/ Alfred in this moment, the seer’s expression one of marvel.
The stare pierces through Alfred’s calm and renders him incapable of slaying him, perturbed by the absence of fear or loathing. Instead, he takes the seer with him, taken by the puzzle he represents and taken by the beauty of him - though it’s when he’s taking him, taking /Matthew/, the man’s back arching off the furs underneath him, fingertips digging into Alfred’s back, that Alfred’s calm completely shatters.
Rechive is a lovely dear ;w;
rechive asked: #this is rec and me really #this is how she plays me EXCUSE YOU
actually forgive me I should say used to
omg i have not baked in the longest time
I bake when i’m stressed
but I couldn’t bake this whole year because big important project and what have you
now i’m making mini boston cream cakes
i am so happy rn