Chivvie

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[Chivvie @Chivvilly]

@_Xanako_ Nah mysza, ja się absolutnie z tobą zgadzam, tylko próbowałam wytłumaczyć panu wyżej, że oczekiwanie aż ten mem "przestanie być prawdziwy" jest bez sensu, bo działa w dwie strony. Niezależnie od płci, nikt nie umówi się z kimś kogo uważa za nieatrakcyjnego

[Chivvie @Chivvilly]

@BartMlk @_Xanako_ @panocharts @th30wlm4n A niby czemu miałby przestać być prawdziwy? Ty byś się umówił z brzydką babą? To działa w obie strony tak samo

[shola @cerseistrap]

there are layers to this shit !!!!

[Gi🌱| VGen cms open @ggigiart]

Journey 🌱 #akotsk

[internet hall of fame @InternetH0F]

Viral Steam game 'Dressmaker' was made by a developer to help his wife get back into sewing, after a health condition stopped her pursuing costume design

She helped design the game's dresses, and its free prototype hit 100,000 downloads in two months

[witch nia? 🐈‍⬛ @hudconisntbones]

louder please

[jess é 13 ⭐️📚: manuscrito ∞ @demihunterfvs]

Loira, lindas, heteros e amadas pelas mulheres

[🇹🇷 iclo 🇺🇦🇵🇸♀️ @suncat4]

zara larsson is also a white, blonde, curvy and heterosexual woman who wears revealing clothes and twerks frequently. yet her fanbase is %99 feminist women.

[umikochannart 🧼💀 @umikochannart]

More Twilight/Charlisle crumbs~ (1/2)

[เหนื่อยing @Alice_ANN_229]

#Rerirflins #Rerflins

“what r u looking💢” “ …kitten”

[เหนื่อยing @Alice_ANN_229]

#Rerirflins #Rerflins

“ fuck you ” “ when? ”

[Chivvie @Chivvilly]

Ratio picked up his reading glasses and put them on. "Don't misuse it."
"I won't," Aventurine said. He put his hat back on, the feather brushing the owl's brow again like a second benediction. He paused at the door and looked back.
Ratio had leaned back in his chair, eyes on the improbable die, as if guarding the balance with the same fierce attention he gave to equations and fools. When he felt Aventurine's gaze, he looked up.
"Good night," Ratio said, and the tone turned it into an oath.

Aventurine tipped the brim with two fingers. "Good night, doctor."
In the hall, the carpet swallowed his footsteps. He slid a hand into his pocket and touched paper, one sheet crisp with new ink, the other already worn to velvet along the crease. He walked like a man carrying a secret that had weight and shape, that could be unfolded at three in the morning and read like a spell.
Behind him, in the pool of lamplight, a die balanced on its edge, and a man of reason watched it without moving to correct it.

- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 -

[Chivvie @Chivvilly]

When Ratio finished, he reached for the first note, the one that had traveled through blood and fear and back, and pressed it, along with the new page, into Aventurine's palm. "Keep both," he said. "Doctor's orders."
Aventurine closed his fingers over the paper. "I like it when you use that voice."
"I am aware," Ratio said dryly.

Aventurine laughed, soft and dangerous. He reached into his pocket and took out a small brass die, not a standard cube, but one polished to an impossible precision. He set it on the blotter and flicked it with his index finger. It thumbled, skittered, and then, because the universe sometimes had a sense of humor and sometimes simply obeyed the intentions of two stubborn men, it settled on its edge and stayed there, glinting a little in the lamplight.
Ratio's lips parted. "That's not how..."

"It is tonight," Aventurine said. He tapped the die, and it held, finding an equilibrium any table would call a miracle and any scientist a headache.
"Luck and logic," he added. "See? Perfect balance."
Ratio gave him a look that could have been exasperation if it hadn't been bright at the edges. "Infuraiting."
"I know," Aventurine said, pleased. He stopped, slid the notes into the inner pocket of his jacket, and smoothed the lapel, giving himself back his own performance inch by inch. "Thank you for the truth."