Neverah from Wilderwood Series by Hannah F. Whitten
19 notes
·
View notes
Bbrae the first daughter au. That's all
6 notes
·
View notes
imagine ur garthy o’brien, just trying to fuck this hot ranger you met at your brothel that you own, except her teenage kids/wards/bosses keep knocking on the door to your bedroom and interrupting you guys and THEN you learn that she’s actually in a committed relationship but didn’t tell you, so THAT sucks but THEN one of the teens comes and finds you in the middle of the night yelling about how his friend is gone and they can’t find him and he might be in danger, so you help him teleport to his friend, and then when they all get back, looking extremely upset and dejected, you apologize to the ranger’s daughter for making her feel uncomfortable by fucking her mother and in the process SHE reveals to you that her mom’s boyfriend is actually this really cool werewolf guy that you KNOW and have fucked on multiple occasions
8K notes
·
View notes
I haven't played Stardew in a while. But the 1.6 update started trending, and I had to draw my boy.
I'm a sucker for found family
1K notes
·
View notes
We all know how it goes
The more it hurts, the less it shows
But I still feel like they all know
And that's why I could never go back home
Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain @mothercain
12K notes
·
View notes
genuinely soaring cuz when any woman says "men who prey on girls, traffic them, abuse them, manipulate them should die" its a month long debate over the 1 viral tweet so respected rapper Kendrick Lamar came in with "men who prey on girls, traffic them, abuse them, manipulate them should die"
849 notes
·
View notes
Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.
10K notes
·
View notes