forget about your house of cards
and i’ll do mine
and fall off the table, get swept under
When the cold winds rise, the wolves come howling and no god can hope to save you then. They’ll pull you from your keep, rip the life from you, and lick your warm blood from their teeth. Their revenge has been a long time coming, growing with every breath they draw, it runs as fierce and deep as the Northern snows, and their pain and loss will mark the lands. Their enemies will screams and the wolves will howl their woeful song, as the winter falls around them.
For i-z-a-n-a-m-i, because she’s my best friend fiveever and our Steins;Gate OTP is fabulous
The Power Of Three
We’re brothers, you and I.
though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light.
i have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.“the old astronomer” - sarah williams
it’s a cat in a cup!