"The Lonely Assassins.

"The Lonely Assassins.

That's what they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the Universe, or very nearly. And they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They are Quantum Locked.

They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice, it's a fact of their biology.

In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Of course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh yes it can.

That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the Universe. And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now.

I don't know what stopped you talking but I can guess, they're coming. The Angels are coming for you, but listen, your life could depend on this: don't blink.

Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink!

Good luck."

This is beautiful!

this one’s for an art battle, the theme was ‘Anubis’. It was rather ambitious work for me (5 characters, perspective, composition, full colour, even some fx and zero flying heads can you imagine)

Someone said it!!!!

I am 100% ready to love Desi if she’s loveable.

I also 100% still want Jack back and always will.

The two are not mutually exclusive.

Sherlock Holmes: *carrying Irene bridal style and talking to her calmly*

Jim Moriarty: *sprints past, with Molly slung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes while Molly is screaming*

My heart!

Two kinds of parents

It's 2020 and I'm still crying over mergana.

Do you think when Morgana was dying in Merlin’s arms, and she looked up, she remembered all the other times she was there? How he’d held her when the poison was flooding her system. And all the other times he’d put his arms around her, to protect her, to rush her away from danger, to keep her safe from harm, how that gangly looking servant boy would throw his arms out in a protective instinct, which never made any sense because surely she’d have been better able to defend herself.

And it all made sense then, because it made everything fit into place. He really was Emrys. And he’d not been her enemy the whole time. He’d been trying to protect her, from everything, including herself.