#skysawake

Seriously. The people who watch leaks are people that can't watch it live. Also, they aren't Nelson members. I don't think people understand you need a special box for your view to be counted

     ❛    TRY to be careful. we’re a small island, but you can still VERY EASILY get lost if you don’t know your way around. don’t want you FALLING OFF A CLIFF or anything.    ❜

the villain vs hero set? bc if so, yes, that’s what those need tbqh, especially the new set! it’s like evil mother-figures: the collection (minus gaston, he’s the creepy uncle who drank too much at the family christmas party )

Her eyes were almost the size of the plates on the table. “Is tha’ CHOCOLATE cake?” Merida was more than just a fan of cake – but when it came to chocolate she couldn’t resist herself. She almost wanted to shove her hands up to her elbows into the sugary goods. The redhead began to bounce on the spot. This had become quite the best birthday that she had had in some time.

Oh my goodness, this is beautiful! I need more! ��

that depends on how generous anon is feeling :P

skysawake replied to your post “I just can't stop thinking about Hans wearing those sexy slave clothes...”

sexy slave outfit... i know it's aladdin but... just imagine hans in leia's slave outfit with dem hips. mm.

as someone who looks through r34 regularly i don't recall seeing oaken porn

But he's swole af?????

skysawake replied to your post “What do you mean there’s no fanart of shirtless Oaken? Literally that...”

oaken shaming, how dare they!

skysawake replied to your post:

[[MOR]             { “Gotham’s next villain is...

I don’t watch the show but does that mean joker? if it means joker, I’ll watch the show :P because i want to see red hood joker.

     They're drifting apart again.

     Elsa brings another morsel of roast up and takes it into her mouth, teeth never touching the silverware. Neither of them have spoken, apart from intial greetings, and instead of chatter only the clatter of servants setting down and picking up dishes fills the dining hall. The meal is delicious, yes, but that is not the reason for the silence.

     A single glance at her sister sends a stab of anxiety through her; her gaze then shoots to her hands to make sure the fork doesn't frost over. It doesn't. Thank the Heavens. Maybe it was blind optimism to hope that everything would be okay the very day, the week, the months following eighteen years of isolation. But she would never get better if she didn't at least try to fix the bond.