listen up folks, cause dusk is about to gush about one of her favourite people.
Kanna aka @faintvalour aka @praetcr aka @dreamesweaver aka I forget how many blogs you have is one of my favourite people in the world.
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listen up folks, cause dusk is about to gush about one of her favourite people.
Kanna aka @faintvalour aka @praetcr aka @dreamesweaver aka I forget how many blogs you have is one of my favourite people in the world.
praetcr replied to your post:
bchan would you do me the honour and...adopt me as your son? (i swear the anon wasnt me but your words inspired me)
// DONE. ADOPTED. YUNA, YOU NOW HAVE A BROTHER. :DDD
“Come help me make fun of Baralai P.”
butter pecan, black cherry, superman (important), brownie batter (more important)
Butter Pecan: Favorite songs for life?
OutOfStories; “Under the Bridge” by RHCP for very personal reasons, but let’s just say seeing them live brought me to tears and changed my life.
Black Cherry: Four words that describe you
OutOfStories; Outgoing, caring, loyal, sarcastic
Superman: Do you like sweaters?
OutOfStories; I practically live in a hoodie for half the year so yeah.
Brownie Batter: Do you like sushi?
OutOfStories; My stomach can’t handle seafood, whoops.
praetcr replied to your post:#i’m shITITNG#EVERYONE COLLECTIVELY AGREES PERCY...
i physically, actually laugh whenever i think about hesretired.png
it is life-affirming
VENI,
VIDI,
VICI,
MOTHERFUCKER ➳
(( art credit ))
praetcr
❝ PFF -- i’m tougher than TOUGH, don’t play. ❞
‘Don’t you dare touch them!’
MEME
“Reyna?!”
The Agent stared in disbelief at the praetor, eyes wide and momentarily forgetting that he was about to reach for his rapier which he’d dropped just out of reach. The gash on his arm twinged and he flinched, cradling it to his chest.
“Aim for the left!” Lockwood advised, pain edging into his tone as he attempted to slide closer to his discarded weapon. “He has a limp!”