#cthread

"Papa attempted to summon me to Chamonix for his ridiculous weeklong annual yuletide celebration. I told him he could get fucked, I'll go skiing when him and his entirely disgusting band of cronies aren't there to ruin the mountain air. Naturally, Maman called me, three sheets to the wind, and tearfully accused me of ruining Christmas...anyway, long story short, I've secured the solo Christmas season of my dreams and I'm here to gloat." She'd much rather have a functional family that she could actually spend time with without having to numb herself beyond belief but in this version of reality, solitude is the best Celine can hope for.

@somexofusxarexhuman

“I’m the queen, I’m the queen, I’m the queen, I’m the queeeeeen--” So maybe getting drunk at Amaka’s hadn’t been the best idea but there had been a dare you see-- and she’s never been good at turning them down. She waves her hand in a decidedly regal fashion before squinting at her friend on the couch. “Tis I, queen coco. I got hot sauce in my bag--” 

@four-horsemen-arive

@four-horsemen-arive

@burntbreadpeeta

Cieran held Gale tight, kissing the top of his head gently. “I’ll always protect you, darlin’.” He loved holding the other close. “Never let anything hurt you.”