truly nothing beats the tags on this site, bitches will be like #AFKLJLKSDJDKLF HFHHHHH hhHGHH OP wHY WOU ld yo ud o thiS I CSTN BREATHe #c: jonathan sims #f: the magnus archives #scopophobia #gore #aes: нσω ∂σ уσυ ℓσνє? ℓιкє α ƒιѕт. ℓιкє α кηιƒє. #not to me. not if it's queue.
women in STEM. women in BRANCH. women in LOG. women in TREE. women in BUSH (both kinds.) women in FOREST CLEARING. we’re everywhere these woods are ours
Eramis thawing out and just skittering off into the bushes like an escaped house-cat crossed with a spooked house-spider is so fucking funny to me.
Variks calling the Young Wolf and Misraaks and Eido and Drifter on his old ass cracked flip phone to be like
“Yes, yes, Misraakskel, young Eido, Guar-Di-An… It’s Eramis…. Yes, she got out again…. No, no, I didn’t collar her or chip her like you suggested last we spoke…. Yes… She’s with those trouble-maker feral eliksni again… I can see them doing donuts in their Ketches over Callisto… Please help…. She stole my scepter…. She is stealing lunch-money from Psions as we speak…. Please…. Yes, I will collar and chip her and be more careful, this time, if you can catch her…. I know. Yes. I know. I’m sorry. Yes. In fifteen? Yes, good. Thank you”.
“[You], eater of moonlight, drinker Of brightness, feet of jewels On the mountain, velvet feet In the meadow grass, darkness Braided with wild roses—”
— Kenneth Rexroth, excerpt of “Maroon Bells”, in Sacramental Acts
feel like pure shit wish we got this version of the throne world armor instead
you’re telling me a gay coded this
Yes and his name was Alan Turing
