Theres So Many Ways To Kill You

The whumper breaks down the whumpee’s door in a fit of rage.

You so THIRSTY

// ITS INCREDIBLE I WAS ABLE TO SPOT THAT SOLELY BECAUSE I HAVE MY ANGOR RADAR ON

“The gold and green.” Cronus gestured to her suit of armor. “The antlered help. It’s superb. Who is your armor tailor?”

“The gold and green.” Cronus gestured to her suit of armor. “The antlered help. It’s superb. Who is your armor tailor?”

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don’t hate on the creators if you didn’t like the movie!!! You are entitled to your opinion but please don’t take it out on the creators. This is a project that they worked really hard on, and it is clear that it’s a product of their incredible hard work.

I will block anyone I find harassing the creators.

// me on my bullshit but , the amulet called JIM. Toby was there and it still called him.

// however Toby DID get the crowd of children to start chanting the “ let him out” thing which put the pressure on Steve in “becoming”. I think that’s a really good example of him and Jim’s relationship dynamic. Jim leads and acts, Toby supports and I’m really happy that was established

It was worse at night. Something about the sun going down triggered the vague queasiness and fatigue into a full blown episode of legs burning, stomach knotting, throat squeezing sickness that kept Douxie from falling asleep. He couldn't wave it off as being tired or over worked anymore; he knew what he had done. But scared as he was, he couldn't bring himself to make it Merlin's problem, he didn't want to be Merlin's problem. So, shivering in his night shirt and followed by his cat, he stumbled through the halls in the small hours until he found Morgana's door and he knocked on it weakly. " 'Gana, wake up." he croaked. Please. @eldritch-mother

It was worse at night. Something about the sun going down triggered the vague queasiness and fatigue into a full blown episode of legs burning, stomach knotting, throat squeezing sickness that kept Douxie from falling asleep. He couldn't wave it off as being tired or over worked anymore; he knew what he had done. But scared as he was, he couldn't bring himself to make it Merlin's problem, he didn't want to be Merlin's problem. So, shivering in his night shirt and followed by his cat, he stumbled through the halls in the small hours until he found Morgana's door and he knocked on it weakly. " 'Gana, wake up." he croaked. Please. @eldritch-mother

He carefully shut the door behind him as Archie slipped through. The cat wound around his ankles for a few moments before puff, he's gone, scurrying up Douxie's clothes in the form of a black stoat. The familiar settled around his neck, oddly quiet but attentively nosing the apprentice's cheek and fussing his tiny rodent claws at tangles in his hair. It was a blatant betrayal of how rotten Douxie felt inside. The more Archie fretted, the more the familiar wanted to be close, the worse Douxie had to be doing. "I--" it's hard to get words out because it felt like he had a lump of clay stuck in his throat. He can manage a tinny whisper. "I can't sleep. My bed's cold and I feel..." He didn't know where to start, although he really didn't need to say it. His ghostly pallor, the sunken bruising to his eyes, the shivering, they all held up a big sign saying he was unwell and unwell was an understatement. "I did something very, very foolish, ma'am. Even for me."

It was worse at night. Something about the sun going down triggered the vague queasiness and fatigue into a full blown episode of legs burning, stomach knotting, throat squeezing sickness that kept Douxie from falling asleep. He couldn't wave it off as being tired or over worked anymore; he knew what he had done. But scared as he was, he couldn't bring himself to make it Merlin's problem, he didn't want to be Merlin's problem. So, shivering in his night shirt and followed by his cat, he stumbled through the halls in the small hours until he found Morgana's door and he knocked on it weakly. " 'Gana, wake up." he croaked. Please. @eldritch-mother

“ Good. Then you’ll do well as one of my own. My own little atlas! How delightful!”

In this new timeline James lake jr I want to be your history teacher and also be Claire and Douxies mother

“ that’s fine I won’t mind having you as one of my brood. Son.”