Want to prove to a classmate that I am not the only one.
All of tumblr should be reblogging this.Wait, just one?….
Would you like me to give you a list?
*cough* ahem, *cough* more than twice my age *cough*
Cinderella’s dress, shoes, and hairband change color with your blog!!
This looks perfect on a white background. So pretty to see her dress being silver like it is in the film.
Wow cinderella looks good in macaroni.
this is my favorite addition wow A+
my background is black
i was really excited about seeing this on my own blog and then i remembered my background is light blue :|
My blog is eyes. Eyes and Xs. This was a poor decision.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU
I made a kristanna video to this song
My suicide date is the first of the new year. My friend told me to do this to see that people care but I doubt she will be right. So every 50 notes ill push it back a week….
When we get 160 000 notes that’d be around 80 years. WE CAN REACH 160 000 NOTES! LET’S DO THAT
Storium is a new kind of online game where you and your friends tell any story you can imagine, together.
Storium is a web-based online game that you play with friends. It works by turning writing into a multiplayer game. With just your computer, tablet, or smartphone, you can choose from a library of imaginary worlds to play in, or build your own. You create your story’s characters and decide what happens to them. You can tell any kind of story with Storium. The only limit is your imagination.
Storium uses familiar game concepts inspired by card games, role-playing games, video games, and more. In each Storium game, one player is the narrator, and everyone else takes on the role of a character in the story. The narrator creates dramatic challenges for the other players to overcome. In doing so, they move the story forward in a new direction. Everyone gets their turn at telling the story.
“Story and Game had a baby, and it’s Storium. This is vital stuff, equal parts revolutionary and fundamental — giving the old ways of storytelling a major digital upgrade.”— Chuck Wendig, novelist and screenwriter
The above three-minute video gives you a glimpse of their current beta playtest
(I’m always down with interactive fiction! This looks like a cool new way to RP and share stories. They have a Kickstarter here! And cool authors taking part in some of the world building.)
SHIT I DERPED UP THE REST OF THIS GOT CUT OFF SO IMMA REPOST SO SORRY
Blood-curdling yells echoed around the room as the wounded man writhed on the floor, chains twisting and clanking with each curve of his back. The leather strap came down again, and crimson spattered against the darkened walls, dribbling down into a puddle of blood.
“How. Dare. You.” Each word was punctuated with the snap of the whip. The woman’s fiery hair flew around her shoulders as she bore down again and again, seemingly oblivious to the pain she was causing the man below her. “How dare you lay even a single finger on her!”
The wounded man coughed, rasping, “It wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t me!”
“Liar!” She yanked at his tattered lapels, drawing him up from the ground, his head lolling backwards, having barely the strength to stay conscious. “Who was the one who took her out to the gardens? Who was the one who passed her the drink? Who was the one who tried to make a move on her when she was unable to speak for herself?!”
She threw him back to the ground, delivering a sharp blow to his ribs with her boot as she did. “You did. And your actions almost killed the queen. My queen.”
He stumbled back, yanking his chains behind him, blood draining out of his face. “Your highness, if you would just reconsider the consequences-”
With the sharp scrape of metal against metal, the princess had her sword pressed against his throat, eyes darkened in anger. He let out a small whimper, backing as far away as his bonds would let him, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nervously.
She pressed closer, drawing forth beads of blood that ran down the edge of her blade and over her knuckles, which were clenched tight around the hilt of the sword. “This is Winterkiss,” she snarled, a wicked smirk spreading across her features as he cried out in pain. “It lives to protect the one person who matters most to me: her highness, the queen. And you have gone against her tonight. Therefore…”
A strangled cry echoed around the dungeons as the sword slashed across his throat, blood spurting over Winterkiss’s blade and running over the hands of the princess, spattering to the floor. He coughed once, stumbling away, before crashing to the ground, where he spasmed once, then lay still.
The princess spat on him, the spittle landing on one of his prominent sideburns, and wiped the blood off the edge of her sword with the palm of her hand, sheathing the sword and wrapping the whip back up again. “Vermin,” she growled, pivoting on her heel towards the dungeon door.
“Anna?” A tall, slender woman stood in at the entrance to the door, long blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, and she clutched at the front of her nightgown. “What are you-”
“That was the man who drugged and tried to bed you.” She unlatched the door and strode forwards, grabbing the other woman by the wrist and dragging her along behind her. “Fortunately, Winterkiss was thirsty tonight.”
"You can’t just-"
Anna spun, pinning the taller woman’s fragile body to the wall with a flick of her wrist, teeth clenched menacingly. “He would have hurt you, Elsa! I’m just trying to protect you!”
There was silence as they stayed frozen in that position for what seemed like ages. Then the queen opened her mouth slightly, and whispered, “You don’t have to protect me, Anna. I’m not afraid.”
"It doesn’t matter!" The princess slammed a hand on either side of Elsa’s head, leaning in so their foreheads were almost touching. "I will do anything - absolutely anything - to keep you safe, do you hear me?"
The blonde let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, and dipped her head, murmuring, “Alright…”
Anna’s eyes softened, and she tilted her sister’s chin upwards, calm turquoise eyes boring into ice. “It’ll be alright. You’ll see. Just trust me.”
Elsa sighed shakily, and leaned into towards the younger girl, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to her cheek. “I will…”
The redhead pulled back, then dragged her sister’s lips to hers, pressing her against the wall as she leaned into the kiss. When she pulled back for air, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths, she grinned, and hissed, “Don’t you forget it, now.”
The queen watched as her knight strode down the dungeon hall, and, pressing a shaking hand to her lips, she murmured, “I won’t.”
SHIT why did I start writing this on my school acount caught it just in time thank God but still ugh that won’t happen again hopefully.
Inspired by patronustrip’s lovely artwork! Also I can’t seem to stop writing angst… OH WELL ANGST FOREVER PREPARE TO HAVE YOUR HEART TORN OUT THE NEXT TIME I POST!
Wanted to share this helpful tool with anyone who needs it. A lot of people have a hard time putting their feelings into words and identifying what emotions they are feeling. This is called a feeling wheel. It can help you get to the core emotion you are experiencing and help you name each feeling when you’re overwhelmed with many emotions
this is so cool
THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT
SNAILS EAT WORMS
why yes they do
and it’s fucking terrifying
I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing that.
I had a snail phase at one point
WHO KNEW SNAILS ARE FUCKING MONSTERS
HOLYS HIT WHAT
I’ve seen a lot of art involving original concept Elsa (AKA Sasuke!Elsa), but I haven’t seen anyone draw the blonde version.
Original concept art by Brittney Lee:
I’m just another person that love this adorable sisters, and I’d be really happy if you post my art here….only if you want, of course!