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I have realized I don't know of any good file hosting sites that coordinate well with Tumblr... Well! I hope these File Garden links work alright, if not, let me know again and I'll cave to Google Drive, hehe. @chennnington :}!

#hyacinth emoji #One more time #pft.#Hope this one works #Google Drive stinks.

ooc

#negativity cw #its not even midday and I've already seen the worst take on asta.rion on twitter #that's why i don't go in there these days #pft.#not even gonna ramble about it here because its just awful and none of you deserve to read that bs #ooc #tbd

— ❪ @outlawiism continued › here.

she has long since come to terms with what she is. unlike many of her kin, martha remembers what it was like. what it is to be human. she is still that person. just now, she is more. what once caused fear to course through her veins : the very idea of being a monster so terrifying a concept that then young student had adamantly rejected that part of her until it very nearly killed her - she was scared, then. and angry. and sad. but that time had passed, and her acceptance of her fate had proven liberating. it’s his kind that bother her now.

which wars with martha’s nature. her compassion. her heart aches to embrace any and all, but her wolf bares it’s teeth at the living dead. not natural. not natural. wrong. it rises within her like heat, slowly burning within her bones, itching to correct. they are natural enemies, his actions having all but ensured that. but martha jones doesn’t take to enemies like her brethren. ❝ bored, or curious. ❞ she shrugged, fingers digging in to the muscle of her bicep as she stares him down ... well, down is relative. she’s always been small, even when she was mortal. but among her kind, she is particularly slight. her wolf too.

so many have underestimated her because of it.

head tilts, braids untied and draped over her shoulders, eyes dark - but if he expects to see hostility, he will be disappointed. ❝ at least i don’t smell like death. ❞ she retorts quietly, glaring at him as she swallows a growl. jaw clenched briefly, martha rolled her shoulders and exhaled a heavy breath, rolling her eyes. ❝ whatever ... why are you here ? ... the others will come looking. it’s unfortunate, for me, that i found you first. ❞

#. ❪ writing › ❛ i can and i will‚ watch me.#. ❪ werewolf › ❛ she belongs to the moon.#outlawiism.#enemies to friends trope ????#sign me the fuck up.#told you i'd reply.#as if i was gonna leave that untouched.#pft.

the majority of people who claim to be pro-clarke hate lexa and either uncanon that or shit on it, so tell me how that makes sense. who you supporting? who you writing, an oc?

#;;to be deleted #pft.