fine elven angst, direct from arlathan

Herbie Hancock trying to figure out how to fix a mixer, c. early 80s.

Teeheehee, off to do my little schemes 😜

Teeheehee, on my way back home from doing my little schemes 🤪

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This is one of my favorite things Henry always tells Hans!🥰

Me when my asshole itches and I’m on the moon

The quiet discussion and good-luck affirmations between you and the person helping you don your armor. The comfort of knowing that the straps and buckles are perfectly secure, because the person who did them up loves you more than words can say.

The absolute relief when a loved one helps you remove your armor. Not in a sexy way, no–you’re sweaty and exhausted and covered in bruises, and you feel instant relief when the pauldrons are lifted off your shoulders. You don’t have to worry about keeping track of the various pieces, because they’re already being lovingly wiped down and put safely away while you unlace your boots. The weight on your shoulders is replaced by a gentle touch, reminding you that someone is proud of you, and you’re safe to rest now.

just fell to my knees bruh

because i certainly do

well

(main question here is will i finish this?🌷)