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[childrenxfthesun-archive-blog]

[I’m probably not in the best mindset to try writing, but I’m gonna give it a shot. I have today and tomorrow off from work and I actually want to try being productive for once.]

[plunderandotherwisepilfer]

Well The actual obstacle to RPing went But I have filled the place as obstacle Not helped by being in the process of developing a d&d character (which me & friends are hoping to start during easter) (and starting playing Shadow of Mordor - Nemesis system is so cool) I am sorry I am a procrastinating idiot

[warriorxgoddess]

thunderandblood

Thor's return had been something of a surprise, and Sif hadn't even been in the realm when he was welcomed back. Only learning that he had come back from Midgard when she arrived back in the Observatory and her brother had informed her of that fact. 

By the time she had reached his quarters, she was breathless, annoyed at herself for being in such a hurry to see him, but unwilling to wait any longer before she did. She paused in front of his door only long enough to catch her breath before rapping on it. 

[sprxlsk]

[okay im gonna do homework and then choose the winners for my giveaway :*]

[wren-frost]

Did you hear...?

The Apollo Theatre collapsed!

[dead-wynter]

Wearing Down || Open Para

Wynter ran his fingers through his hair, looking into the mirror. His eyes were clear, if darkened by recent knowledge and pain. He looked at the clock. An hour until the bar opened. Wynter turned from the mirror and walked into the kitchen, heeding Nix's complaints of wanting sugar. With a quiet sigh, he closed his eyes and opened them, revealing a warm grey. Nix sighed unhappily and reached for the peppermint candies that Wynter kept in the cabinet. He played with the necklace that Wynter wore and looked at the letter Wynter had left on the counter.

"Is Adri really going away Wynter? Why? Does she not like us anymore?" There wasn't an answer and Nix wilted. "I know her sister is sick, but... Well, she could have called..." He sniffed and walked to the living room, curling up on the couch. "I miss her. It's been a week and she hasn't sent a letter or called at all."

Nix closed his eyes, rubbing at them. After a moment, his hands dropped and Wynter sat up, his pale blue eyes dry and dark again. He looked at the clock. Ten minutes had passed. If he walked slowly, he could make it last. And besides, Emrys had a book he wanted to pick up from the bookstore.

A few hours later found Wynter at the bar, currently empty, polishing a glass. He'd washed them all twice, washed the bar, all of the tables, and was setting out to do it again. He was not going to stop. Sleep was a bad idea, and so was thinking, so... Work was his other option.

But he was exhausted. He leaned on the bar, putting the glass down. He put his head in his hand and took a moment to stop moving. His head was pounding. He didn't move until he heard footsteps in the bar, and he was grateful that they weren't the tiny, light footsteps that he'd associated with Fox's daughter. He couldn't summon a smile for her at the moment.

[gravely-everett-archive-blog]

[Did I ever tell you guys that my Spanish teacher is basically Bob Ross

He is the best

like each day it's just constantly him telling us that we're smart, and wonderful people and that we can do anything if we put our mind to it and to shut down the voice in the back of our heads that judge ourselves and others and sometimes when he says these things i get all emotional and teary-eyed and i think his positive attitude is trickling into my normally negative attitude because i just want everyone to know that they're the best person they can be and fjakdf;df]