#may texts

[drnatethomas]

Text ||May

Nate: So, I've been thinking, why waste a perfectly good night in the on call room when I could be texting a seriously hot woman.

[may-the-brain-buzz-artist]

We live in the streets. We eat bugs. We howl back at dogs all through the night. We exist between scraped knees and empty stomachs and fever dreams. We break bones and nails and get a taste of our own blood. We bite and claw and scowl at strangers. We learned to show our teeth. When a shabby, dirty mutt barks at as from across the road we glare and growl until it whines and lays paws up, exposing tummy and neck. We band together to fight under the moon and the pale glow of blinking streetlights. We share our scraps and lick our lips and fingers afterwards, always hungry, never sated. Always hurting never satisfied.

By day, we watch the people in the street from the shadow of a crook in a wall. The people are fast and their big shoes are noisy, a clacking, regular kind of sound. The people smell like perfume that makes you sneeze and itch. They smell like concrete, ink, and dust. When we whimper at their feet they spare us half a glance, all while hurrying down to the hungry maw of the metro station. It makes them feel better about themselves, perhaps, to know, to be aware. They never see us, though.

We learn not to beg. We have our own hierarchy here. Our own education and healthcare and culture. We peer-review each other’s claws before a brawl, just like the savants of the people review their savant papers. We make research on which garbage can smells less worse. We teach our pups to bite first and ask never. We lick off our enemies’ blood from our friends’ mussels and our friends’ blood from our friends’ wounds. We all have wounds. More or less old wounds, scared up wounds, open wounds, aching wounds. No matter the wound, it always aches. To be us is to hurt. We learn to hurt others so there’s more of us. To hurt is to be us. We stalk the smelly little corners of the city and we race each other into the sunset. We heal heartbreak with heartbreak. When we go to sleep we curl up, your nose to my jaw, jaw to my neck. My claws to your chest, lung to your lung. It’s cold and we’re shaking and we’re sharing breaths. Our breaths smell nothing like concrete or ink or perfume.

[griffinspacejams]

@ bioware why can't i kiss krem?? why can't i make him my husband this is an outrage

[griffinspacejams]

i just find it so funny that after choosing to recruit the mages after the whole alexius time travel debacle literally everyone fucking hates you for it and you get this wall of 'greatly disapproves' and then solas turns out to be the biggest bro for once in his life like thanks solas good to know you have my back broski

[griffinspacejams]

if i were to change my url again sweats should it be pentaghaste or dcrianpavus??? please help this tiny fairy

[griffinspacejams]

this honestly has me really fucked up but i think i need to take a break from rt. it's painful as fuck bc that's 2,5 years of my life feeling happy and safe and now i'm just like "eh" abt it and. i think i need to get away from them for a while. ill mostly post grumps and video games from now on i'm so sorry for this i'm sorry

[griffinspacejams]

the best part of romancing alistair is that conversation you have with morrigan where she's like "why would you ever be in a relationship with him he is such an idiot, you deserve better" and one of your answers can be "he's an idiot, but he's my idiot" and i think that's amazing

[griffinspacejams]

don't you dare come in to my house and hate on my wonderful apostate mage who heals people for free and allowed a spirit inside his body out of the kindness of his heart and fights against a harmful system that oppresses him and his kind simply for what they are and is driven to "extremes" because of said fight so that his kind can be free to exist equally. don't you dare