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you don’t have to answer to anonymous hate. if it makes you uncomfortable or triggers you – you don’t have to answer to it.

it’s okay!! to unfollow!! someone!! toxic!! and make your dash more adaptable to your needs and your likes. you don’t have to follow everyone back! not ever!

activism is important and so is your mental health. putting your needs first is important too. even if you want to take on the world and make social justice activism more important, you need to take care of yourself first before you can care for others, okay?

you deserve good things, good partners, good plots, good ships. 

replies can be done the next morning. or the next week. put yourself first! don’t force yourself to do everything all at once bc it’s not healthy for you and…

@victoryrite​  “ i turned and ran to save a life i didn’t have. ”

Was looking at Rembrandt paintings and mimicking that gorgeous deep, earthy colour palette of old oil paintings. Fenris graciously agreed to pose for 6 hours straight. The poor boy!

@victoryrite​  “ you can still make something good out of it. ”

They swear in their ancient tongue, but Fenris is a smart man, they’re sure that he can piece it together from the bits of elvhen he knows. “All of my children are dead, Fenris—the only solace I have is that the majority of them were buried appropriately. By my side.” Tears threaten to fall as they look away from the very man that helped them restore their body. “It is not that I am ungrateful, Fenris. I am simply…mourning a loss I did not know I would have to contend with.”

      “  i  said  the  same  thing,  once.  it  is  not  exactly  the  same,  of  course,  but  .  .  .  ”  he  pauses.  these  old  wounds  no  longer  hurt  him  the  way  they  did  once  --  in  fact,  to  call  them  wounds  still  would  be  inaccurate.  now  his  past  is  just  an  old  faded  scar  that  he  pays  no  more  mind  to,  unless  prompted.  speaking  of  it  will  not  bother  him  --  but  will  it  be  welcomed  ?  valdra  may  not  wish  for  his  rambling.  still,  it  is  the  only  thing  he  can  think  to  say  to  offer  solace.

      “  i  did  not  remember  much  of  my  past  for  a  long  time  --  i  still  do  not  remember  all  of  it,  even.  i  thought  that  when  i  confronted  my  old  masters  and  rediscovered  my  past  that  surely,  i  would  find  my  family,  and  we  would  be  one  happy  family  --  but  of  course,  things  did  not  go  as  such.  ”  slowly,  so  that  valdra  may  step  away,  if  they  so  wish,  fenris  reaches  out  to  wipe  away  their  tears. 

      “  my  sister  intended  to  sell  me  out  to  my  old  master.  when  i  learned  such  a  thing  --  i  was  angry,  of  course,  but  more  than  anything,  i  was  hurt.  i  had  spent  such  a  long  time,  fantasizing  about  a  person  who  would  have  sacrificed  me  for  her  own  gain.  it  hurt  --  no,  it  burned  --  for  years.  and  yet,  it  too  faded  with  time,  like  most  things.  family  is  the  people  we  choose.  home  is  the  people  we  choose.  ”