Crystalthevampirate - Crystal The Vampirate

Remembering that time I wrote a bunch of cryptic shorts 'bout cannibalism.

Tästä on tulossa kriisi -Suomitumppu help?

Kertokaa kokemuksia, vinkkejä & faktatietoa Suomen kunnissa asumisesta. Millanen kirjasto, pärjääkö autottomana, kannattaako pyrkiä lääkäriin, onko ok fiilis käppäillä päämäärättömästi/vaan hengailla ulkona ym. oleellista :3

Kuulun sateenkaarivähemmistöön, enkä puhu mitenkään erityisen hyvää ruotsia, tai venäjää. Arvostan hyvää ruokaa, ja oon kulttuurin ystävä, (raskaampi musiikki, teatteri, historialliset tapahtumat/näyttelyt erityisesti) paitsi että aika rahaton. Plussaa kelvollisesta rannasta.

Ois myös kiinnostusta palata jonkin harrastuksen pariin, tai aloittaa uusi, jos 'aikuisille' nyt mitään sellaisia ryhmiä edes on. Ensisijaisesti näyttämötaiteet ja jousiammunta.

Lahteen en muuta

She seemed intoxicated, only rather by exhaustion, than by whatever laced the cigarettes she'd rolled up that morning. One was just about to go out between her fingers. I took it from her, inhaled it back to life before tossing it onto the ground. It was weed, at least a third of it, tho the filters she used mellowed the taste.  She looked at the bud somewhat saddened. 'Seventeen', she said, drawing a little x in the air with her finger. That was way too many, but she'd been cutting back admirably for weeks, and today was a rough day.  I sighed. I swear, I thought, as who knows how many times before, if one more beloved soul leaves this wretched earth before mine, I'll cease.  I looked at her then. Knowing I could never intentionally leave her behind, I sighed again, took a seat & lit me one of hers. Enough time to be responsible tomorrow..

He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction.  We'd done good prepping.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him.  It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me.  I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.

Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs.  He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here.  I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.

self-gatekeeping, where I'm like 'I haven't been into this long enough/haven't seen all of this/don't know the people behind this -what if it's actually problematic', so I refuse to wear merch, or show fanart