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Rumi's line "Excuse me?! I'm everyone's type!" is actually so fucking funny. Like, yeah, she has major self-esteem issues and thinks that there's something fundamentally wrong with her that needs to be fixed before she'll be worthy of love, but that has no bearing on the fact that she's drop-dead gorgeous. Girly really said, "Listen, you cringe-ass twink (affectionate), I may inherently be a monster, but I'm the hottest monster to walk this earth and you will respect that."
She contains multitudes.
Demon fathers, am I right?âŚ
KPDH x Teen Titans!
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Please tell me what should happen next. I'm.....really not sure where I'm going with this.

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i don't wanna rock the boat too hard here, there are so many things this movie does SO well that Disney is terrified to touch
but i think we're lying to ourselves if we can't admit at least part of the appeal of KPDH is 'what if Elsa had TWO girlfriends and also a sword'
Before she can protest, Mira tears off her sleeve, revealing the wound slicing through her patterns in all its hideous glory.
She tenses, ready to bolt, but then Zoey's on her lap, her hands pressing into Rumi's waist.
"Don't leave," she pleads, her voice soft and fragile that Rumi worries that moving might break something, which she supposes is the point.
"Patterns," she stutters weakly.
"We know," Mira says softly, even as she upsets Rumi's entire worldview, "We've known for a while. We don't care, you're still Rumi,"
"How...,"
"You got drunk, you freaked out and cried about it, passed out, then we freaked out and cried about it," Zoey explains, taking Rumi's hand in hers, pulling her attention from Mira's ministrations, "You didn't remember. We were hoping you'd come to us eventually, but you never did. Mira and me have kinda been racking our brains how to tell you we knew without you running, freaking out, or shutting down,"
"I-I'm sorry-,"
"Don't." Mira says quietly, "Please don't. We were upset that you and Celine lied to us, we are upset that you never trusted us enough to come to us on your own terms, but we understand why you hid,"
"Celine's whole 'Anything with patterns is a Demon, all demons must die' speech made it very clear," Zoey says, her voice tinged with a rare, distraught anger.
No one speaks after that. Mira's hands are gentle, Zoey's weight on her lap is grounding, and she's finding it harder and harder not to cry.
Eventually, Mira presses a bandage to her wound and wipes her arm clean of everything except the patterns.
"Do your patterns hurt?" she asks quietly, her finger pressed lightly against a stripe high on her shoulder.
"N-no. Not physically,"
"That's good," Mira hums, nakedly relieved, resting her head on Rumi's shoulder.
"They're very pretty," Zoey says, and Rumi feels her ears burn.
"You don't have to pretend,"
"I'm not pretending, Ruru. Demon patterns are pretty, they're usually just attached to soul sucking jerks. Luckily you aren't a soul sucking jerk, and a certified hottie on top of that,"
She bursts into tears. She can't help it any more.
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In case anyone is interested in a KPDH/Frozen Crossover.
Demon/ not-demon. It's always been black and white. Until now.
Rumi finally can show who she really is and be herself. But can anyone really understand? One day, she comes across someone who might actually get it.
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I know this must have already been said, but it's impossible to listen to this song and not think of Rumi singing it to Mira and Zoey.
Perhaps Rumi was following Celine's advice and hiding half of who she was because "your faults and fears must never be seen". But at the end of the day Rumi must have felt like she was the one hiding the truth, not Celine. And I'm sure she saw reason behind it too, thinking of herself as someone potentially dangerous who couldn't be trusted until she was "fixed."
I think this lyrics resonate in the aftermath of the Idol awards scene, when she goes to Celine. Her human side, Celine and everything she's learn is saying it's what you make, but her demon side telling her it's up to fate, woven in her soul. And she accepts she can't escape it anymore.
Now that Iâm thinking about it⌠almost EVERY Imagine Dragons song applies to Rumi in some way.
Zoeyâs gonna take her to America, and sheâll discover Imagine Dragons and Frozen. The world will never be the same.
Someone should make a fanfic about that.
Since I came up with it, I thought I might as well write it.
This is where my mind went when I listened to the song. I hope you enjoy it. @stories-i-guess @nitrodestroyer14 @snowbythewood @@snappingturt3ls @frozenwolftemplar --- The camera flashes and lights had faded into the night as Rumi slipped away from the Idol Awards.
When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl, she had heard once, and it had never resonated more to her than now.
Still the noise could be heard in the distance. The cheering had died, replaced by the sounds of screams. And no matter the gap between her and the arena, the echoes stayed in her chest, a hollow weight pulling her down.
She kept her head down, each step measured as she made her way to the only place she believed could offer her absolution. The only place that could help her escape what she had become.
Mira and Zoey had tried to reach her. But their concern lasted only as long as her own relief of seeing them did. The fraction of the second it took for them to spot the patterns and what laid behind the fragile walls sheâd put up for years.
She had tried to hide the truth, shelter them from what she was. She had trusted Celine and her reminder to keep the darker parts of herself hidden. Rumi had taken it to heart. It had always been easier to smile and keep the mask on, than to let them see the shame she carried. But with the beast inside, it was only a matter of time until she had nowhere else to hide.
Zoey and Miraâs words rang in her head, as a whisper she couldnât silence. She could still see their worried glances, the betrayal in their eyes. Mira had insisted on the truth long before the Idols awards, she had always suspected something wasnât right; and Rumi, unsure and afraid of what to give her, had kept breaking her trust, piling lies over lies.
She had tried so hard to stop them from getting too close for so long.
The thought of having let them down slashed through her, sharp as Miraâs Gok-do. Her fists clenched at her sides as she walked, the need to make it to Celineâs and get the problem fixed once and for all.
At the thought of her guardian, a memory returned to her. âItâs what you make of it, Rumi,â Celine had once said to her. âYou can either let it consume you. Or fight it, turn the Honmoon golden and fix it.â
But now, with the demon within finally slipping, she couldnât stop thinking that perhaps it was fate, woven into her soul. And that nasty part of her wanted to let it go.
The two truths kept pulling her apart as she made her way. And before she realised, she was standing outside of Celine's state.
Had time gone by faster than she expected? Or had she suddenly appeared in front of her childhood home? She couldnât be certain. All she could feel was gratitude to know it would all be over soon.
She stopped at the edge of the quiet path that led to the sacred tree. The Honmoon kept tearing apart and she knew sheâd find her close to that sacred place.
The stage lights and noise felt distant now, like they had been part of another world. A nightmare she could still wake up from. The irony didnât escape her, as Rumi exhaled a laugh intertwined with a sob. Suddenly she was a young kid again, making her way late at night to Celine for her to make it all okay again.
This time, however, things wouldnât be fixed by her guardianâs comforting arms. She was too far gone.
The gravel path crunched beneath her boots, each step heavier than the last. The quietness pressed in, almost suffocating as she got closer to her destiny.
For a moment the fear almost paralysed her. She didnât want this. She had tried so hard to stop herself from turning into this, to lift this burden from Celineâs shoulders. But the more she thought of Zoey and Miraâs eyes, once shining so bright, she could only think of saving that light.
She couldnât escape this now, she had run out of time.
The demon inside whispered that she deserved something else, there were other ways. But she shook her head as though to scatter the thought.
The outline of the old tree came into view, its branches stretching like arms toward the night sky. Celine was there, waiting, her figure calm and steady beneath the leaves.
Rumi slowed. Her breath caught. The words slipped from her mouth before she had the chance to change her mind. A confession of what had gone wrong.
The weight of her Saingeom manifested in her hand. Shame crawled under her skin, the patterns extending once again, grounding her, reminding her there was no other way.
She had tried so hard not to let Celine down, but she was hellbound. This was all for them.
Mira and Zoeyâs trust and unwavering love. Celineâs concern and split affection. They had all, in their own way, tried to help her carry her shame for as long as she did. But none of them deserve the danger she was turning into.
Her knees hit the ground before she even thought about it, the soil cold and unyielding. With trembling hands, she raised it above her head, an offering.Â
I canât escape this now, unless you show me how, she thought, silently begging for Celine to take the sword.
Her voice cracked as she bowed her head, eyes fixed on the ground as she finally managed the words out. â...before I destroyed what I swore to protect. Please,â she whispered at last. âDo it!â raw and desperate, the demon voice extended over the Honmoon, her words trembling into the night.
For a long moment, only the rustle of leaves answered. Rumiâs chest heaved, shame and fear clawing their way up her throat. She was nothing but a child asking for absolution she didnât believe she deserved.
Still, she waited for judgement, the shadows of her soul laid bare at Celineâs feet.
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"Rumiiiiii," Zoey whined. "Why didn't you tell us how boring this would be?" "I did." Rumi replied without losing focus on her forms. "Repeatedly." "Yeah, Zo," Mira said, "Sorry to burst your bubble but she did say patrol was like, 90% observing like a million times. To which you responded - and I quote - "That's fine, it'll be like a fun team bonding experience."" Also known as: Zoey's first kill and the path that unwinds from there
No one prepared Zoey for how boring monster fighting could be.
It had been over three hours since going out on patrol, and most of the night had consisted of making loops around downtown and the graveyard. They'd seen more rowdy college students causing trouble than anything supernatural (though there seemed to be something otherworldly about how much frat boys could chug upside down. Zoey shudders and tries not to think about it too hard because she wants to try and enjoy the idea of going to college.) Most nights on patrol were quiet which wasâŚgreat! Of course it was great. It was a good thing demons weren't crawling around Sunnydale killing people and causing mayhem. That was categorically a good thing, Zoey knew.
But it was also soooooo boring.
She twirled a throwing knife around a finger and tossed it toward a nearby tree where it landed with a dull thunk. Mira popped a bubble between her teeth as she laid on a bench looking up at the sky. Her hair hung toward the ground, swinging gently as she bobbed her head to a song she was humming under her breath while popping chewing gum. Rumi was pacing, as usual, going through sword forms almost automatically.
So beautiful!! And the lobster analogy was surprisingly appropriate and hilarious
inspired by this post cuz celine never let rumi watch it and the girls know the message would hit her like a freight train
One rule in the huntrix household is "nobody shall ever show frozen to rumi" because both mira and zoey know she'd imprint on elsa like a 4 years old. The experience could be kind of cathartic to her but tbh they don't want to hear her belt let it go from their roof at 3am after her regularly scheduled nightly nightmare-induced panic attack, thank you very much
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Do you think Elsa is closer to her mom than her dad?
I don't think we have enough information to determine that. But personally I don't think so.
I think Elsa aligned herself primarily with duty and therefore looked to her father. Her father also is the one shown to have attempted to help her control her powers.
She may have loved her mother so much, and didn't want to upset her by pushing her away or not being able to interact in a way that they both would have wanted. It may have hurt her to see her mother. With her father, she could at least make him proud in what knowledge she gained about the kingdom or ruling, academics, etc. With her mother I'd imagine she only wanted to physically and emotionally be with her, and she couldn't.