RIP to the hour we lost
you were innocent girl, we just don't know how to act 😔
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Finally managed to fall asleep at around 7am after 10 hours of failed attempts and a cluster of seizures that I haven't had since the last time I was this exhausted.
Called in sick to work coz my current altered state makes it dangerous to actually leave the house.
Fantastic.
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Kyborg holding Brink so so tight, weeping into his shoulder, praying that Dia would gift him life once again. Kyborg's love just slipping through his fingers, but he's not ready to let go, he needs Brink. He AHHHHHH 💔💔 Dia can't take him away from Kyborg, he won't let her. brink's still there, he's still alive, he has to be. He can't say goodbye. Dia can't take him.
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You ever just get the masculine erge to go in the woods with a tall stick and a wizard orb and pick magical flowers and duel a orge or is that just me
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I need some sunshine so I am outside and apparently a small bee wish to be my friend but I am trying to drink my coffee (black) and it is buzzing in my way, and whenever it lands on my arm it tickles.
Bee, thank you for wanting to be my friend but ….
Oh bee.
Beehave
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WIP WEDNESDAY
art by: itsadragon_art (Sabri) on ig
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Chapter One: Valerius POV
Valerius let his gaze fall, the minutes ticking away in his mind as he let Nerva lead them further inward. She knew the way home. Although, he doubted they would make it farther than the outer markets they now walked sedately through.
This early only the most ambitious of merchants were already awake. A few stalls selling hot soybean milk or Riyukezu-style tea were raising their awnings and the vapors of their wares wafted over the street. The familiar aroma of sweet milk, roasted green tea, boiled corn, and tea-stewed eggs made Valerius’ stomach rumble. He had eaten sparsely, forcing down dry biscuits and drier jerky each day. It was enough not to starve, but not enough to truly satisfy. While most stalls catered to the tastes of the overwhelming Riyukezan majority, more than a handful were selling fare that was more readily found outside Riyushu. At one stall, the scent of spicy meat and corn masa reminded him so much of the meals he’d eaten the past few weeks—of Marya’s teary-eyed laughter and the frost on his lips from Arash’s tapping claw—that Valerius reined Nerva to a stop without conscious thought.
The vendor at the stall looked up from a large clay pot, steam pouring from the lifted lid like a newly erupted volcano. The man smiled and bowed the Riyukezan way, but greeted him in Mekshan, over-friendly and welcoming. Off-putting. But Valerius was already swinging down, his eyes on the neat rectangles wrapped in yellow corn husks and pressed close together, their tops open and the scent free. A sign proclaiming fresh tamales was painted directly onto the easily collapsible, moveable, clapboard stall.
“I’ve got meat and meatless, whatever you like, señor. And hot coffee, too,” the man said, waving towards a small kettle on an open-flame hob and a large sack full of glistening beans.
Valerius didn’t like heavy breakfasts. Coffee made his hands jitter. But he stared at the offerings, jaw tense and body unmoving. Silently, he reached for his pouch and took out the required tin coins and let them fall, one by one, into the man’s open palm. Dark eyes darted over Valerius’ face, and the Lance wondered what emotion he was seeing on the vendor’s face: confusion, amusement, or perhaps pity? The twist of the man’s lips and the rising of his eyebrows were baffling. The moment the man turned away and Valerius barely held back a sigh of relief.
“How about you get one of each, señor, and a cup of coffee? You’ve given me enough here for it. I’ll fix it up nice.”
“I.” Valerius stopped, lips pressing into a line as the man turned back. Dark skin, darker eyes, and a fringe of hair above the man’s upper lip that had curled up into a smile that seemed warm. Friendly with his voice. “I don’t drink coffee.”
“You got that Riyukezan look,” the man said, nodding slightly. “Why don’t you try it one more time? I’ve got a trick to it. I got Riyukezu coming back every day for a cup, you’ll see, señor.”
Just like Marya, never taking “no” for answer. Valerius’ lips twitched in an answering smile. After a tiny jerk of his chin down into a nod, the vendor picked up a can to pour in a generous amount of viscous white liquid that was too thick to be milk, then poured a ladle full of steaming black coffee into a mug. A powder too red and soft to be brown sugar followed. Valerius took the mug in a hand that completely dwarfed the small clay cup. It was sweeter than any coffee he’d ever tasted with a hint of spice that he finally recognized as cinnamon. Whatever face he seemed to be making had the vendor chuckling.
“Like I said, they come back every day,” he joked. “It’s sweet milk condensad.”
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“Responding to DExEU’s release, Labour MP Ben Bradshaw said: "It is beyond belief that even though the European Research Group is funded by British taxpayers we are not allowed to know who its members are, and rather than provide transparency, the Department for Exiting the European Union sought to hide behind spurious excuses to avoid releasing information that is clearly in the public interest.”
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