Pony Cait And Vi, I Can’t Express How Perfectly These Were Made

the balcony from the last scene looked so empty, i thought it might be a nice place for a little garden hehe

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Me in every social scenario

oh no

Whoop, wrong button, mb

btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors

“why can’t you be normal” I can’t. because of. my disordered ass. and because i’m so full of hate and rage

Checks out 👍🏼

Listen, I have seen many a posts to the tune of "Hozier is a fae god!" Or "Florence is a fae god!" And I am here to tell you that neither of them are fae gods. Paramours, probably, maybe members of an Entourage, but gods? No.

You want to know who an actual fucking fae god is???

Kendrick Lamar.

The pettiness. The creativity. The persuasiveness. The accuracy. He had 110 million people across the nation today singing "a minooooor" like it was fucking nothing. This man has cast a thousand-year curse on Aubrey Graham's bloodline that cannot be undone through mortal means.

Now, THAT is some fae god level shit.

Lmao

The theme for this admin is going to be a disappointed (not surprised) sigh

Working on this, kinda want thoughts

(warning, kinda long)

As the two enhanced warriors faced off against each other, sizing up the other, the raging rip-crackle and hateful crimson color of the Slayer’s blade contrasting with the violent cobalt and menacing hum of the SPARTAN’s provided a terrifying tension to the atmosphere, along with the olive green of the Slayer’s vicious Praetor suit against the mossy color of the SPARTAN-II’s titanic MJOLIR MK-VI power armor. The two titans glared at each other from behind their polarized visors (sickly green and rich gold, respectively), daring the other to make the first move. The crowd quickly grew bored of this stalemate, however, and began bellowing for blood. As the spectators grew ever rowdier, the Slayer thought, ‘to hell with this,’ and sprinted into a flying leap across the arena, boosted by the thrusters equipped to his suit, covering over half of the distance between the two in a single, inhumanly long leap. He lunged out, trying to grab the SPARTAN with the hooked end of his sword, but the monstrous super-soldier deftly stepped aside, and the Slayer hooked nothing but empty air. The SPARTAN took this chance as an opportunity for an easy strike, and brought down his energy blade in a vicious strike that would have cleaved a normal human in two, were it not for the immensely tough material of the Preator suit, which scoffed at his attempt. The Slayer brought his hell-forged blade around, intending to take the master SPARTAN by surprise, only to achieve the same effect due to the built-in energy shields in the MJOLNIR suit. However, this did drain the shield reserves significantly, which did not go unnoticed by the super-soldier due to the incessant whine of the status alarm. He backed up quickly, giving them a chance to recharge before the next attack.