All chaps are assless. My six word biography: tattoos made my skin more me. Hugo award winning fanfiction author. Bi/pan. She/they.
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Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
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My Manchurian Candidate trigger word is the opening notes of All I Want for Christmas is You.
For non-Christmas music? A Thousand Miles or Be Ok
They know me so fucking well.
Somedays, I wonder if my body has decided that specialists are like Pokemon and I "gotta catch em all". Fuckin exhausting.
To remember that I was loved in this life
Some folks might consider these over baked, but this is perfection to me. Lunch is allllllll set for this week.
Fanfic authors: “This is a slow burn fiction! 150k and the kissing starts in [middle chapter]!”
Me:
Kurbs
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
I have a fantastic partner and I have no complaints about our relationship, but some days Paris Paloma’s Labour just gets stuck in my head while I’m raging at the world. It’s a general rage, not a pointed one, but it’s rage nonetheless.
I wasn’t gonna buy any jerseys this World Cup, but now I think I gotta get myself a Haiti one.
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Nae Master!
FIFA has prohibited Haitian World Cup jerseys with a depiction of the Nov. 18, 1803, Bataille de Vertières aka the triumph of the Haitian Revolution against slavery.
Depraved.
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