why do the instructions for my glasses look like analog horror
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thinking about how moiraine will get her powers back and she will use balefire once she gets said powers back because if there’s one thing i am confident in .. that is my faith in pike
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Rant post.
People setting off illegal fireworks pisses me off. They’re the worst and just causes anxiety for animals and people. It’s 2023 and I swear I hear them more often than compared to 2019-2021. They sound like gunshots ESPECIALLY if shot after 1-2 AM. Fireworks are a dumb way of entertainment. How they get their hands on illegal fireworks I don’t know.
At this point, I’ve accepted that fireworks are going to set off the most in July than the rest of the year.
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apparently I have a super high fever no wonder i had to crawl back to bed like a soapy wet rat after nearly fainting in the shower last night
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I ordered paint markers on Amazon and they were supposed to get here today, but apparently I clicked the wrong shipping thingy and they’re actually coming tomorrow and I’m so bummed 😭
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Idk. Felt cute, might delete later:
—Oi, wolfboy. Sit.
Suiryu watches him with the patience of a river carving itself into rock. The effect on Garou is the same; wearing him down as he wears away.
Garou narrows his eyes. —Why?
Suiryu sighs, shaking his head. —Why, why…You love that word, don’t you?
But Suiryu is already shifting his body, making more space, trusting that Garou will follow as surely as smoke follows beauty, or night follows day.
Above them, the sky flares with the first flames of a firebird sunset. Lurid hues of orange, and red consuming pallid shades of yellow and blue.
Garou is shivering. From the cold, from the scene, and from something else. He digs his fingernails into the bare flesh of his crossed arms. He shouldn’t feel like this.
—Sit with me, Suiryu says. Please.
But Garou’s body is already moving for him, toward him, moving on its own. There’s no question of heart; it doesn’t occur to him. But the answer comes easily enough.
Suiryu watches with a sly smile and eyes you could drown in—how chilling, how dark, how deep.
Garou stares back with eyes like flame; with a gaze as readily kindled as extinguished.
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