yeehaw

thank u to beautiful and talented @epiphany-jones for the tag!!

rest energy 9:30

Bloodied version next after I actually finish that report 🕺

cyberpunk 2077 | Female V

Closing rifts is exhausting... but at least you're here.

They

I know we talk a lot about the literacy crisis and the horrible anti-intellectualism happening rn but I think we need to talk more about how much of an entitlement complex the stupidest among us have developed

For life. For love. Perhaps together, you can do what you cannot do alone.

把很久没擦镜子的公共厕所叫做化妆间是一种精神胜利法。

feat. Dhavihal Lavellan (she/her)

He is hardly born before he is marked. Gasping, a man and a newborn at once, he shakes as they measure his breaths and his pulse, things that are important now, things that mean he is alive. He has a heart, and lungs, and they beat an insensible rhythm in his chest. Blood rushes in his ears. Being alive is very loud. This is a gift, she tells him. She can reach and touch him now, and she does, a hand on his brow, twining her vines into his skin. It hurts. He trusts her. It is part of the ritual. It will keep him safe. He has not yet taken a single step. He will follow her anywhere, even unto this.