"you Don't Even Have A Suitable Hospital In Your Town." "local Medicine... Local Medicine Can Do A Lot"

*repeating crossbows not included in crossbows

Islands

Mindaugas Buivydas

edited by me

The illustrations from the Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom Owlcrate special editions.

“what that mouth do” gnaw on bone and chew through ligaments

Hey how's the ovulation going

im a danger to myself and others

people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.

shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own

Checking what the people who reblogged your post wrote in the tags is the tumblr equivalent of checking what people wrote on their bookmarks of your story on ao3

“Oh my god, he’s so scary,” I say as I kick my feet up in the air and giggle like an idiot.

Listen to your body because it can’t lie to you, don’t listen to your head because it’s lying to you all the time, respect it when it vents though, make everything special, give people random compliments, allow yourself to be a little shit and accept the fact that sometimes you will feel like the dumbest person on the planet, and that this applies to everyone

Also eat soup touch rock and pet small fuzzy animal

has anyone figured out how to be a real person yet

Do you think Jesus ever didn't want to be the son of god. Do you think he ever laid awake at night at an age when he was just barely old enough to understand what that kind of title meant, and wish and wish he could just be normal. Do you think he ever wished he could sculpt pigeons out of clay without them turning to life. Do you think he struggled to make friends when he was a child. Do you think that, as he grew older, he would count the amount of people he trusted and find that number to never be higher than two. Did he ever help his father with work and wish he could just become and stay a carpenter. Did he ever run back to his mother weeping for being different. Do you think he ever prayed to his "father" to pick another, to choose someone else to carry this kind of burden, only to be met with silence. Do you think that when he first made friends, the light in his eyes died when they called themselves his disciples instead. Do you think the realization that he would never connect to a human like a human would was soul-crushing for him. Do you think he prayed. Was he ignored. Do you think that, when he became an idol and had twelve gathered around him, he would look around and find he hadn't spoken in twenty minutes, and feel so utterly lonely. When he was told he was nothing but a sacrificial lamb, do you think he felt scared. Angry? Did he curse, did he grieve? Did he have to hide his terror at the idea of slowly dying because god Said So as to not worry the people that looked up to him since the day he was born. Do you think as he was dying on the cross, his divinity faded from him, seeped out of him along with his life, gathered in a bloody pool underneath his feet, and he just felt human. Angry at being a sacrificial animal. Lonely and in pain. Do you think it killed him, being denied a lifetime of humanity, only to feel so utterly mortal as he died. Do you think that, for a moment, when he was brought back to life, he demanded an answer from his "father" as to why he had to suffer, and why he got to live once more when so many others suffered and died and stayed dead. What do you think went through his head when he was called back to him. Do you think he accused god. Do you think he screamed. Was he ignored. Do you think he cried.