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Take a trip to space!
Please try this, and please make sure you turn on the elevator music when you get there. I am so, so, so chill and happy right now. *^_^*
MY DUDE.....
ok but how come the 700-year old magician is named lucas and the 17-year old boy is named ijekiel
I’m not... mad, at how they resolved the hacking arc, but I still would have liked to see Penny get to go apeshit on Ironwood for violating her humanity like that. When Ruby was explaining the very specific verbage of their request to Ambrosius, I was expecting that they would basically be “resetting” the hack and either neutralizing it through the magic of genie loopholes or buying time for Penny to get the hack removed. I really would have liked to see her sitting down at a computer and debugging herself. And then going apeshit on Ironwood.
★ — 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙼 / @cllgood
in bone white and black wools and leathers she walks the streets of gilead, white hair bound beneath a hat, eyes tucked away beneath the wide brim. the people of gilead pay her little enough mind, too busy with their own business to give much heed to a small woman. the few that do catch sight of the iron on her hip are quick to tip their hats and hurry on anyways, shooting her only a backwards glance. orin shifts the fall of her black poncho just so until the gun is mostly covered and continues on.
she’s halfway to the shop she means to visit when she feels eyes on her, bold and dark and purposeful. lets him follow her a ways down the road till she stops before the narrow mouth of some bleak alley where a pair of old buildings lean up against each other like two old men deep in their cups.
orin turns her head, gaze still shrouded in shadow, and smiles with her too sharp teeth. “ well, lad? ”
it’s almost a surprise when he grips her arm and pulls her into the alley ; she still has to bite back at the instinct to draw. long enough in the wilds without a soul touching you in any way that wasn’t violent’d do that to ya.
orin peers up at him from beneath the brim of her hat with blue eyes that are a little too bright. not that sharp cold bombardier blue of the deschain’s, no. paler, with flecks of white. he’s still just a boy, she thinks to herself. but she knows the shape of the allgoods well enough to know whose son this might be. she wraps her strong fingers around his wrist, tugs his hand free from her muscled arm.
“ did your dinh send you? or was it vannay? ”
me, logging on to hockey tumblr at the end of the day on july 1st and trying to figure out which players were traded where and how that affects me emotionally
i almost passed out a few mins ago and i was freaking out and then i remembered i haven’t had any water since saturday. : )))))))