#edit: HUZZAH

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[jasonsthunderthighs]

[moookar]

I had such a good day today

[ladywatereton]

HUZZAH!🥂💥💖🫧

🎥 The Great (2020-3).

🎶 National Anthem, Lana Del Rey & Andrian. (Audio Edit).

[motof1bfs]

Forever, right?

i dont have context for this just take it -🏁

[revserrayyu]

One HSR Character a Day Day 38: Ruan Mei

[cthoniccompanion]

accidentally finished writing a hypnos piece at midnight-thirty instead of sleeping

[kits-ships]

josé olivarez - citizen illegal // katie maria - god is made of hunger and I am made of dreams // margaret atwood - speeches for dr frankenstein // alan shapiro - space dog // alice notley - in the pines // fyodor dostoevsky - notes from underground, white nights, the dream of a ridiculous man, and selections from the house of the dead // aeschylus - the oresteia

taglist : @hippywife @dango-daydreams @wanderers-wife @selffulfillingshipper @noromoselfships @sunstar-of-the-north @dudefrommywesterns

[malecius]

i was tagged by @vampvalerian :}

Fav color: pink! most pinks in fact, but i adore this color called carmine that borders between pink and red

Last song played: ah, it's called ON DAT BXTCH by lumi athena and masonn deforest

Currently reading: tried reading the odyssey, didn't work out. then i accidentally stumbled on a fanfic series that (at least to my canon) very accurately describes just how alien giant alien robots are to humans, and it's been scratching a really niche and necessary itch in my brain :} here's the link (ao3) for anyone interested in anthropology and ethnography!

Currently craving: lemon/lime cheesecake!

Coffee or tea: coffee all the way, i avoid tea if i can. i DO make my coffee basically sugary milk though HAH

@squiphobia @remornia @feathereddragonkin, no pressure if u don't want to do this!! or if i didn't tag u and u see this, pretend i did ;}

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

;-; </3

Cyrano de Bergerac, Act III, scene 9 — Clara Huet & Benoit Solès

Renauld translation under the cut

CYRANO (as Christian): A kiss is oft a thing so grand That once a queen of France permitted one Unto a happy lord. I said: a queen!

ROXANE: And then?

CYRANO (excited): Like Buckingham, I've suffered long; Like him I love a queen, the one that's you! Like him, I'm sad and faithful...

ROXANE: And like him You've beauty!

CYRANO (aside, abashed): Yes... I've beauty... I forgot!

[rosetta-j-stone]

Youtube enabling my Bojan fixation by autoplaying this, hvala lepa like

I understand VERY LITTLE of what he is saying but

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[chidoroki]

182 of chidoroki's favorite TPN panels.

[little-peril-stories]

Up here, no one else can see me. Up here, no one can say a damn thing when I pull up my sleeves. There’s no one to gasp or gawk as I reveal the soft, scandalous flesh of my arms and trace my fingers along, throwing into sharp relief what must remain invisible at all other times: black-as-night ink painted on the canvas of my skin. It’s a shame the tattoo would send me to prison if the constables saw it, because it’s beautiful. Sometimes I just stare down at the details—the leaves bursting from a tree in full bloom, the ring around its swirling, entwined roots. Would anyone else, other than my fellow runners or the constabulary, know what it means if they caught a glimpse? I’m not so sure, but they’d certainly be confused if they saw it on my arm. Silas Cooper’s daughter, tattooed like a common criminal? A gentlewoman like her? How? Why? What happened? I scowl into the night. Breanna Cooper died with Silas, or at least I like to think she did. When I think back on the girl who stumbled, dry-eyed, away from her father’s deathbed and then ran from the man she was supposed to marry, out into a chilly autumn night much like the one I’m gazing into now, I don’t recognize her—don’t recognize myself. That girl ran into a life of nothing, yes. But isn’t that also what she ran away from? Hugging my knees to my chest, I close my eyes and tilt my head back to feel the breeze. If my father could see me now, wearing the sigil of the city’s most notorious gang of thieves on my body, he’d be spitting furious. Cherry-faced furious. Raise-his-arm-and-swing furious. If the man who would’ve been my husband could see me now…I think he’d be much the same. The roof and its bird’s-eye view of the city always make me pensive. Not sad, per se, but certainly reflective. I can’t help but wonder who I’d have been if little pieces of my life had been different. If Father hadn’t lost our fortune, if Mother hadn’t died, if Father hadn’t sold me off to the highest bidder and then kicked the bucket himself. If I’d sentenced myself to stay with a man who was exactly like my father. If I hadn’t run away.

The Prince of Thieves

[waterfall-ambience]

PERPETUA ARC 2 SCRIPT IS DONE!!

[thekenobee]