Kalamu, 2026
This thing is old enough to have a cosmo at an American lounge now. I'm reviving her so she can join the fray in this year's Art Fight. See you in the trenches!
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Russia
seen from Russia

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Ukraine

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
Kalamu, 2026
This thing is old enough to have a cosmo at an American lounge now. I'm reviving her so she can join the fray in this year's Art Fight. See you in the trenches!
The stacks of tnt were placed and hidden where know one could see. Where no one could know. No one except the maniac and his sponsor.
The maniac’s brother would understand. He was only a child, he’d see the maniac’s ways. Understood that after the two of them had been exiled from their nation, after they’d been labeled as the villains, that the nation was meant to be destroyed. It was never meant to be, never meant to last.
When the maniac founded the nation with the child, it had been a special place. Where men could go and emancipate the brutality and the tyranny of their past ruler.
Now it was none of that. When the tyrant won, freedom died. It was no longer the place to escape the tyranny, it was the tyranny.
This place deserved to die. The worth was gone. The meaning was gone, the people corrupted beyond repair.
Let it all burn. The survivors will understand.
Phil will understand- eventually.
last line tag game thanks to @fullmetalscullyy <3
Instead, in the swimming dark of his living room he shuts his eyes, imagining the evening differently. The distance between them in the kitchen closed, her hands on the collar of his shirt and dragging him down.
Her hands, like ice against the skin of his back, his mouth warm against her frozen cheek, her neck, the smell of her from his coat but even stronger, a gunmetal tang to her skin.
tagging @firewoodfigs @nightofnyx8 @musing-and-music @aicasey @verdet-cadet & anyone who wants to participate <3
~ books read in 2020 ~
#6: Love & Luck by Jenna Evans Welch
Worst Summer Ever. That’s the thought I went over the side with.
Starker Little Red Riding Hood AU
What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
So just to see that you don’t get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways
What full lips you have
They’re sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to grandma’s place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe
I’m gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I’m sure that you’ve been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone
This week
Nice runs and naps + preparing Christmas decorations for our tree ❤️🐱🐶🎄