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5 people id like to get to know better
Tagged by @evankami I forgot to do this so let me get to it now oops
last song: Found You Again by fantasy of a broken heart (listening to my apple music recommended)
favorite color: green, especially mint green
last book: Frankenstein
last movie: The Birdcage (I think? I haven't logged anything more recent in my letterboxd)
last TV show: just started Arcane season 2
sweet/savory/spicy: balance!
relationship status: deliberately celibate
last thing i searched: "araneidae" (the family orb weaver spiders are from)
current obsession: Great God Grove + Hunter the Parenting + ocs as usual
looking forward to: seeing my friends next month for Machine Girl!
favorite drink: earl grey tea or juice
song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: Lesbians <3 and Bird w/o Nest both by Alice Longyu Gao
current favorite character: Goro Akechi !
fun activity you would like to get into: I need to draw more but something I've never done and would love to learn is smithing
last video game: Sims 4
last comic/graphic novel: maybe one of the TAZ graphic novels?
ppl to tag: @beefstatic @raptorwhack @colorstormx @corvusossifragus @sharktoothjack
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Hey Gang!
I've been doing a lot of research at work my students when it comes to disclosing a disability in the workplace as well as educating them about their rights and responsibilities under the Americans w/ Disabilities Act (ADA) as an employee. I know a lot of us on here struggle with some sort of disability (myself included) so I just wanted to share these resources.
Job Accommodations Network
U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission
Docs With Disabilities
National Organization on Disability
Six of Crows got me WRECKED so here I am in Grishaverse hell mourning at a funeral that shouldn't have been and this headcannon I saw pinned has been running me wild so take some future Kanej before my sanity leaves me...
She always has marks when she returns. Soft yellowing bruises or annoyed looking red welts. She wears thems pridefully, as something she's earned rather than recieved at the hand of the world's worst.
He catalogues them all. Not one scrap or scratch goes unnoticed.
Inej sits in front of him vivid and untamed, recounting her latest endeavor and all it entailed, including the wicked cut along her abdomen. Stitched tight, but unevenly against the ship's rocking after her Healer suffered a near fatal blow from the other side.
She is wild and tempting this way, like the sea that beckons the sailor out into dangerous waters. And Kaz has missed her, even if the words are still difficult to admit within the relative safety of his own mind.
He watches her slim fingers trace carefully along the seam of taunt skin, from the bottom of her ribs to just above her hip. A wound on that fine tip between a future scar and smoothed skin.
"And then-" her voice falters when he reaches out, his touch light and practiced as he counts the threads. A ritual, an obsession, another blame to place on himself. He bought the damn boat.
This is it. His punishment. His penance. His redemption. She won't bare her scars alone any longer, not even the ones glossed over by the Healers to invisibility.
For this he does not look at her. For this moment he focuses because he has to remind himself that she is alive. Alive. Alive. Alive.
Inej is warm in his hands. She smells like salt. Like sun. She is free and she returns. Always she returns. This, at least, he knows, is for him. He holds her. And his hands do not shake.
"Kaz," she says.
He braces himself but his breath comes short despite the preparation. He knows that he'll never get used to the fall.
"Kaz?" her voice. Soft like silk. He's missed her.
Fingertips, light and skimming, at his cheek. Unhesitating, but careful. Drawing him back to the present and back to her.
And he is there within the pull of her. Wanting. He has missed. And waited. And watched for the black speck of her ship on the horizon since she last left and it has been enough. He doesn't - no - can't hold this horrid aching thing inside, so
Her lips are chapped from the sun. From the spray of the sea. From whatever it is on ships that cause such things.
Maybe it should trigger something in him. Send him tearing away from her and the dead flaking skin pressed to his mouth. Take him back to that cursed memory drowns almost everything else. But there is no rising tide in him. No panic. No disgust. No fear.
His stomach churns. Pleasantly. His heart beats fast and hard. Nervously. But his hands, remain steady as he guides one to tilt her head just so.
There have been times for this. For them. The rules between them layed out with careful intricacy, preventing the worst.
Inej settles her arms around his shoulders, drawing him in, crading him against her.
Arms to hold him. Arms to push him away.
If it should come to that.
He is slow and methodical. Keeping his focus. Half-terrified to let it stray.
Languidly he kisses her. He mutters.
Mouth.
"Beautiful."
Jaw.
"Dangerous."
Neck.
"Glorious."
Shoulder.
"Mine."
Collar.
"Sankta Inej."
She starts at that, hypontized by the dim light and his smoky voice. His touch.
"Kaz. That's blasphemy, you can't-
He's paused to look at her, "it's not blasphemy. Not to me."
He leans back in, letting his fingers work through her hair as his mouth settles back against her neck.
Inej can hardly think with him doing that, but the other part of her can not let his words go.
"In what religion is it not blasphemous?"
"Uh," Kaz is spent. His mind is solely on, "Inej-ism. It is only for the truest believers and requires that I worship her throughly at least three times daily per her wishes."
Inej is silent.
Kaz looks up.
She laughs.
That true and wonderful laugh of hers spreads through him until he can feel it everywhere. It feels good. It feels different. It feels an awful lot like being drunk.
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