Weep for yourself my man.

Spare me your judgements &spare me your dreams Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind Alone in the wind & the rain you left me It's getting dark darling,too dark to see & I'm on my knees, & your faith in shreds, it seems

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You Matter.

Human life matters. It doesn’t matter what your skin colour is, what your religion is, what your sexuality is, where you were born or what your family life is like. You matter. You deserve to be on this earth just as much as anyone else, and it doesn’t matter what any hateful assholes say. Never forget that you matter. That you exist. That you belong. You deserve more, you deserve better. Don’t let this horrible website convince you otherwise. Don’t let monsters break you down. Don’t be afraid being yourself. This website and the world around you at times will try and tell you that you should be quiet, that you should accept the opinions and the lies thrown around about you, and you shouldn’t. Raise your voice, love yourself, and remember not all humans are so disgusting and terrible. The sun will shine someday, and while you bask in that sunshine, they will still be in the dark, being hateful and bitter and unimportant. You are important. You will always be important, and you will always matter, so long as you keep that love and that hope in your heart, and you remember to be kind. Never let that kindness in you be snuffed out by the hateful people you find yourself surrounded by. They don’t matter. You matter.

[tothezeros-blog]

I will be here from now on. Anyone is welcome to add me, I only ask that you tell me who you are when doing so. You can also find me on my personal @kittenbuns where I’ll be posting my art and any other personal things. Feel free to message me there with your url / discord handle when adding me if you can’t message me directly on discord, I don’t know if that’s an option or not because I’ve never tried personally.

[boundstaff-blog]

OKAY BUT WHO WANTS A STARTER FROM MY SON?

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OKAY BUT WHO WANTS A STARTER FROM MY SON?

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OKAY BUT WHO WANTS A STARTER FROM MY SON?

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OKAY BUT WHO WANTS A STARTER FROM MY SON?

[faceclaimscorner-blog]

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CREATE A DRAGON BASED ON YOUR MUSE !!

Create your muse as a dragon then tag however many   people   you’d    like   to   do   the   same! Remember to REPOST,        do NOT REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: @bloodblighted (i stole it c:<)

TAGGING: @elvennecromancer @inquisitriice @chartedworlds and whoever else wants to do it!

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                                           Oh but dear the sky is low. . .

©️.

[boundstaff-blog]

Exhaustion wrapped itself around Clancy in a suffocating heat, eyes heavy but refusing to stay closed. All he wanted, was to sleep, to rest. How long had it been since he had slept? Two days? Five maybe? He had lost count. His head throbbed and his vision distorted in and out of focus, every little sound and source of light causing him pain as a migraine crept closer and closer. He just wanted to sleep.

[homonsters]

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valorcorrupt:

Her eyebrows raise at that, nose crinkling. Who likes spending time with corpses?

     “I heard you were a necrominizer.” A pause. “Necro…” She forgets. “Necromancer.” There it is. She props her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side. “How does one get acquainted with that particular brand of magic? They don’t– I mean, isn’t it frowned on outside of Nevarra?” 

A...did she call him a Necrominizer? Blinking repeatedly, brows furrowing close together, Clancy considered just getting up and walking away from the weird woman. Still, she was asking him questions about his magic, his preferred field, in fact, so he figured he could at least humour her.

“It is, so most people learn either through books, like myself, or they find someone else who knows it and gets them to teach them.” Clancy had taught himself everything he needed to know, but not everyone could just read about a type of magic and perform it. After all, he was hopeless when it came to healing and life magic. “Why? Interested in raising the dead?”

[soundcloudgems]

Pink Guy - Help

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DOES A SPLIT. Hey everyone, it’s ya’ boi, uh…Steph. Back with yet another blog (i know i have a problem shh), this time for a FALLOUT 4 ORIGINAL CHARACTER. Lemme tell you a little bit about this girl. Her name is Margo, and she’s a former child of atom. Not enough for you? Well she’s also a Gen 3 Synth, who’s suffered memory loss due to brain damage that she has no idea how she sustained! Yeah, really exciting, I know. Like I said, she’s a former member of the Children of Atom, having left to wander the Commonwealth in search of answers after realising she’s not quite like everyone else. She’s weird, doesn’t say much, but will have your back if need be. The blog itself is mutuals only, independent, cross-over friendly, and will contain 18+ material at times so follow at your own discretion. If you’d be interested in interacting with this oddball, just give this a like or a reblog, so i can check your blog out! 

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Mage: I didn’t ask how big the room was, I said I cast fireball

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valorcorrupt:

   || @boundstaff​ liked for a starter 

It’s funny, Inara thinks, how such tiny little people can hold such immense power. No – not funny. Not really. More terrifying.

But that’s not polite.

     “They tell me you like corpses,” the former Warden says as she looks down upon the boy curiously. That’s probably not polite, either. “Is that true?”

He blinks, brows furrowing while blue eyes do a quick sweep over the woman. A Warden, judging by her armour, but what sort of question was that? The question wasn’t just not polite, but it was inaccurate as well.

“I don’t like corpses, unless you’re referring to the fact that they tend to leave me be, then I guess yes, I would prefer to spend my time with the dead than those living.” He drawls in a dry tone, squinting.

“Why, exactly, do you ask?”

[boundstaff-blog]

Guess who’s passed out in a dark little hall in Skyhold, curled up on a musty old couch?