#heueheuhe

[theoperatonight]

are you afraid?

[honestlydarkprincess]

me: i started a new wip!

also me, sitting on a pile of existing wips: i’m gonna kill you.

[docdufresne]

lopez but in the virgin killer sweater

[cham--p]

"Nice pharah"

"Thanks"

"I'm being ironic"

[thebeelouisa-blog]

“i woke up, & you were gone.”

Elizabeth deu os ombros e sorriu sem mostrar os dentes. “Eu tinha dezessete anos, quando dei por mim que tinha caído no sono no estábulo do palácio com você, eu entrei em pânico.” ela riu ao se recordar daquela noite.Lorenzo e Elizabeth haviam se conhecido em um baile em Moscou, a adolescente suspirou durante boa parte da noite ao notar os olhares que recebia do rapaz. Louisa era nova e inexperiente, Lorenzo era ainda mais bonito, persistente e experiente.

Naquela noite, Elizabeth foi rebelde e imprudente. Depois de uma dança com o rapaz e alguns beijos escondidos do lado de fora do salão, ambos decidiram procurar um lugar onde não houvessem pessoas por perto, afinal ela ainda era Elizabeth da Dinamarca-Suécia. Mesmo com a privacidade que tiveram, a princesa manteve o controle e nada passou de beijos e algumas mãos bobas. Ambos deitaram-se sobre o feno e falaram de trivialidades até que caíram no sono. Ao acordar sobre o feno, sentindo os braços de Lorenzo sobre si, a princesa recobrou a razão e viu o erro que havia cometido. “Meu medo foi de acharem que você tinha me desonrado.” Louisa riu baixo. “Eu achei que nunca mais fosse por os olhos em você, mas me enganei.”

[howdy-nyalll]

Maximus => Seek a part.

> You browse the strangers hive, picking up and scanning the pieces of technology. None were suited for your systems. This was turning out to be a fruitless search, you knock something with your foot and hold still. That was noisy. The hive owner may have heard....

[indig0g0]

==> So you broke your glasses. Shocker.

> Aside from having broken your favorite glasses (as well as successfully managing to cause harm to yourself), you're having a pretty shitty day.

>Mostly because, since you couldn't find your gold frames, you currently have to wear your old glasses. You know, the ones you wore during that one phase that no one is allowed to talk about ever? Yeah. Those glasses. Fuck those glasses. They're so awful that you had to change your clothes to go get them fixed, so that you won't look like a walking beacon of teal colored ugly.

> Ignoring the throbbing bruise on your face, you set out from hive to see if you can find someone to fix your good glasses, the ones you can see out of properly. With any luck, you won't run into anyone you know. You'll be damned if you have to put up with someone seeing you in these garbage frames.

[thosedads]

Let's talk about that eyeliner though