drunkenworgen

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scriptures on anger

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Instead of stressing about the election, I drew this.

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Anon in ON!

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Gin allowed herself to be led to the dance floor, adjusting her hands appropriately. She tilted her head up slightly to meet his eyes.

“Mm, it’s a start, at leas’,” she continued in a teasing tone, winking at him. Her eyes drifted to his arms for a moment before looking back up at him.

( @thaneirstaer )

❝ he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well. ❞ - Thane

Ballroom prompts. (Accepting!)

Gin snorted into her drink as she watched the ox-like man the other was talking about.

“Aye, tha’ poor woman. Ah wus gonna take a drink ev’ry time ‘e stepped on ‘er toes, but’ there’s no’ enough whiskey for tha’.”

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Sketch of Gin in a dress with what appears to be a mullet. I don’t know, that’s just what my hand sketched, but she’s rocking it, so we’ll roll with it.

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Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon: Drink a pint of water and get 8 hours sleep!

“Ah will drink one glass o’ water and get maybe three ‘ours o’ sleep. Final offer.”

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In response to the prompt: suppose I'd want you to find happiness if you haven't yet.

“We’re playin’ an ongoin’ game o’ ‘ide an’ seek.”

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there is a really stupid and embarrassing darkness inside of me

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Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon.

I don’t care if it’s cute, sexual, or violent. Just do it!

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Anton Chekhov, from The Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; “The Darling,”

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"Fairy Bridge" of Glen Creran, Appin, Scotland,

Credit: Caled Onianino

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❝  i can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.  ❞

Ballroom prompts. (Accepting!)

“Yer lookin’ at this all wrong, mate. We’re ‘ere for the dramaaaaaa.” She wiggled her eyebrows a little for emphasis. “Trus’ me, did this all th’ time back in th’Manor.”

Gin indicated a couple with her glass. “Those two. ‘Er actual partner ‘s ‘round ‘ere somewhere, an’ ‘e is gonna be piiiiiiissed.”

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Anne Hathaway (Harpers Bazaar - November 2014)

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Soft laughter followed the rip of fabric as the pair began dancing again, though they seemed far more relaxed this time.

“Ah like tha’ though’ process,” Gin muttered, swirling her glass briefly before downing the contents.

“Aye, ‘ow very rude’a you,” she teased, setting her now empty glass down on a table. “Promise no’ t’step on m’toes, though?” That lopsided grin was back as she offered him her hand.

( @thaneirstaer )

❝ he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well. ❞ - Thane

Ballroom prompts. (Accepting!)

Gin snorted into her drink as she watched the ox-like man the other was talking about.

“Aye, tha’ poor woman. Ah wus gonna take a drink ev’ry time ‘e stepped on ‘er toes, but’ there’s no’ enough whiskey for tha’.”

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Gin winced at the slap, cringing for the poor man as she took her drink. She followed Thane, propping herself up against a wall near his pillar.

“All great evidence, ah’ll hafta t’do better at m’next crash,” she chuckled. “Make sure ah hang with a crowd or summat.

“Yer righ’ though: ah don’ care wot others think o’ me. Stopped carin’ awhile ago, makes life much more enjoyable. An’ yeh’d already caught me, ‘course ‘m no’ gonna ‘ide it. Tha’ usually gets me inta more trouble.”

Her eyes drifted back to the floor with a tilt of her head. “Dunno, doesn’ look ‘alf bad on ‘er. She’d be able t’do some o’ th’more energetic dances now. Ah think they still ‘ave a chance t’salvage th’nigh’.”

❝ he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well. ❞ - Thane

Ballroom prompts. (Accepting!)

Gin snorted into her drink as she watched the ox-like man the other was talking about.

“Aye, tha’ poor woman. Ah wus gonna take a drink ev’ry time ‘e stepped on ‘er toes, but’ there’s no’ enough whiskey for tha’.”