#changing roads

[indeincinerem-blog]

@changing-roads

There was an energy in the air around the Fort, malicious. Wolves catching scent of prey, and lying in wait for the moment of vulnerability. Word had spread of Caesar’s invitation to the Courier, and the excitement to see what the living legend looked like was impossible to hide. Smiles turned to grins with too-sharp teeth when the Courier stepped off the boat, and cruel comments spoken just too loud to be private were a constant buzz in the air. 

The legionaries were all too welcoming of the woman courier.

It was then, cutting through it all, that a chubby pug with a face as ugly as sin had run through the legs of some of the soldiers, tripping up a few as she went. All fat and soft edges next to the lean hounds bred for war, the dog waddled it’s way through the crowd to greet the new scent. It stopped just inches from Elle, just barely stopping herself from crashing, and begun her investigation.

Sniff, sniff, sniff. Bark.

[onefxrthemoney-blog]

@changing-roads

This was not the first time Alycia had attended one of Dean Domino’s shows since the star had risen from the grave and, she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She could probably claim something akin to professional interest, one singer to another, but anyone who paid half attention to her while watching him would notice that her feelings were nothing short of being starstruck. 

It was half the reason why she had opted out of her own rehearsals that night to attend his show, the chance to meet one of her (secret) idols was difficult to pass up, but she’d have plenty of opportunity to do so while she was still in Vegas. 

No. There was a different celebrity she was determined to meet that night.

She hummed and swayed along to the song, making her way through the other guests towards one in particular, who she sat down near to with what could only be described as a dreamy sigh.

“He has quite the voice, doesn’t he? Two hundred years has done nothin’ but good for him.”

[thelasttejada]

@changing-roads

“Dios mio...”

At times like this, Raul wished he had learned more about fixing people instead of guns. He pressed the wet rag over the wound on Elle’s leg. The raiders were closing in on them, fast, and it wouldn’t be long before they found their hiding spot.

“Come on, Boss, just hang in there, you’ve been shot in worse places before.” Where was a stimpak when you needed it?

[dirt-roads]

I don't know where the boundary lies between cowardice and honesty, but for nearly two years I hadn't spoken to anyone my family to avoid having to pull on the female costume of the person they expected me to be. 

Yesterday, I finally contacted my mother and told her that I do not identify as a woman. After a long pause, she blurted out:

"I guess when you were little, when your sister was Babs Bunny, you always did want to be Buster Bunny, didn't you..."

Not that the ensuing conversation didn't also visit the usual invasive topics one would expect in trying to explain trans identity to a person living in Nebraska that had only heard about it from scandalous old daytime talkshows, but that first response was so honest and innocent and non-shaming I just - it's mom. What the hell can you do about her. I didn't realize my hand were shaking until I got off the phone.

For anything else that might go wrong from here, I'll be content to have had that moment. So.

Good?

[xxiflookscouldkillxx]

[xxiflookscouldkillxx]

Real love, real roots of love is just to look on everything as your beloved, when i say your beloved i mean divine things. Everywhere you look is the beloved form. When you look into a strangers eyes you only see your beloved. When you look unto the earth you only see your beloved form ya know? and if that was your innerstance then you have everything. you don't have fear, you don't have any anxiety or worry, because everywhere you look its only a reflection of you know... what's in your heart. So then you will treat everything with love and respect whether it is a stranger or enemy, the earth or an animal. Those are the roots... Those are the roots.

Trevor Hall- Changing Roads.

[good-raiin]

He is honestly the epitome of all things good.