I'm Currently Stuck With "Ship In A Bottle" By Steffan Argus.

Why just “black”? Mental health is important regardless of skin color!!!!

Freedom will never come unless it is inclusive!

Yuumei always finds a way to take my breath away….

My preferred mode of transportation~ on a giant steampunk koi blimp

Two Cloaked Figures

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their nimble hands, lest there be knives in their robes



How would we know they don’t possess knives but only scars?

Scars from their bondage and resistance, hollow trust enveloping like second nature

A path to choice they seek, to a free nowheresville and to life



Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their fiery spirits and eager appetites



I would know that they’d steal your hearts and make you want to fly

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Two lives inspiring hundreds, if only we would see

-The Creaky Writer

To protect the innocent lives of strangers, he lost his wings and is only left with the scars

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I know it's sand but I want to eat it

Don’t forget to iron your shoelaces and keep them clean....

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Behringersmühle, Franconian Switzerland

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New Hawks Drawing finally finished <3

Poor little burnt chicken you better get out of there!!

Happy Little Accident - a Hawks (Keigo Takami) drabble

A/N: Not the one I had intended to have out today, think of it as a little “prelude” to the one I really want to write. Just a little tease of Dad! Keigo for you all on this Father’s Day! I hope you enjoy the fluff! <3 <3

“Hey love, what’s this?” Keigo asked as he padded out of the bathroom, the little plastic stick clutched between his hands as his golden eyes stared it, brows furrowed.

“What’s wha—” You inquired as you turned to face him, a sigh eating up the rest of your words as your eyes fell to the item in question.  You crossed your arms loosely over your chest as you toed the bedroom carpet. “Sometimes…women just get it in their head’s that they need to take one because they get a little paranoid and so I did.”

“I see.”

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