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[pettythieveswithpotential]

@ofviolentdeath​ gets Kit from the generator!

“When’s the last time you slept?”

[emissaryalder]

who?: @serkanxulusoy | @adamoromerof | @floratitus | @romeoverga | @hearthstonc where?: the meeting house

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"Call me crazy, but is it really necessary to come up with so many defensive strategies? I mean, don't get me wrong I could toss up vicious trap wards all around the city, but should I? Time is money, baby." Almost immediately, Alder throws up his hands and laughs boisterously. "Kidding! I like helping out around Lupercal. I'm just saying, magic is great and all, but no number of magical defenses can make a lycan population feel secure, even I know that much. And more people are moving here every day. From the sounds of it, we might see another boom after Lupercalia." Even when he sounded reasonable, Alder was playing an angle. From now until the end of the massive lycan pilgrimage, he'd have a closely trained eye on each member of the Lupo council. "Don't need to tell you that I'm sure. The next alpha will have a huge opening to fill. Any thoughts about that? They'd have to be well respected and knowledgable about the pack's history in Rome, right?"

[macbethz]

Well I like it but it’s not very well written. Also it’s a visual mess. The plot doesnt make any sense and the creators suck and its politics oscillate from mildly problematic to frankly baffling. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. However. the character

[into-the-groove]

favorite photo of all time not even joking

[vamprisms]

siren

[fangsandthangs]

When you’re in the middle of a fic and realise you’ve missed a very critical tag

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[theblob1958]

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

[froody]

my mom is soooo upset because she dropped and cracked one of her chicken’s eggs that she knew was fertilized. it’s her first time trying to hatch chicks and she was so excited. this was one of two eggs she’d seen moving while candling them. she feels so bad.

[gongyussy]

i watch baseball for the side quests

update: i think you should look at the reblogs for more important baseball hijinks

[black-quadrant]

this couldn’t be said any better

[pettythieveswithpotential]

@heartfullofxfright sent: “are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?” surprise me for college daze????

he's weirdly touched that they're worried about it, but he doesn't know what to do with that, really, so he's just. gonna ignore that for now. instead, he gives them a smile. "yeah. i'm gonna be fine. i stay here for every break. i'm used to it."

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

hypothetical scenario for you all: the real king arthur returns. you meet him and you welcome him into your home. what is the first thing you do with him? keep in mind, this is a man from the 500s (he died in 542), and you are from the 21st century (2024).

[inkskinned]

it is november, and yesterday it felt like it was supposed to be snowing. in boston, november used a winter month, not a fall month. it is supposed to be chilly; rarely capping over 45F. it is a sweater-and-jacket month. it is a "maybe a scarf too" month. in my childhood, november meant blizzards and sleet.

it did not snow. tomorrow the weather predicts a high of 76.

i have spent so many years of my life studying the longterm possibilities of climate change - the culmination of capitalism wreaking havoc on the bodies of people, animals, plants - but every so often i am still shocked by something small and personal.

in a hundred years, when someone goes outside in boston - will they know the feeling of "snow in the air"?

i know it's a learned feeling, a sensation that maybe only longterm experience can teach. a few years ago, i was walking with my friend who had just moved up from the south. i said it smells like snow and she gave me this look like - what the fuck. i said it feels like snow too, which didn't help. she looked up to the bright blue sky and then back at me and then back at the sky. 12 hours later, we had 3 inches. you can just tell if it's going to snow.

except i can't tell, anymore. i stand outside in a tee shirt and watch my dog dance around a lake. we're in a drought and the skin of the water has peeled back twenty meters. the lake is tamed, quiet, puddlelike and sour. my pokemon go app warns there's a weather condition in my area.

my dog gets too hot from running and sits in the water and i want to laugh about his long frame and how awkwardly he sits - and i can't. some simian part of my brain is scratching the walls. it was supposed to snow. it was supposed to snow, but now it's warm instead.

during the last full solar eclipse, the dogs and the birds and the crickets went crazy under utter darkness. we laughed at them then, promising it will all be okay in a moment. but some part of me is still locked in that long night: some animal sensation.

something is wrong, my body says. i can't afford eggs or rent. i go outside to watch a sunset and listen to birdsong. i don't bring a jacket. allergies are killing me this season, allergies i didn't have as a kid. everyone comments that halloween has started to feel strange, offkilter. that it's hard having "holiday cheer." my body thinks it's april, and then it thinks we're in september, and then june.

something is terribly wrong, she whispers. go outside. it is supposed to be snowing.

[ottosbigtop]

I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts