Arden Cho photographed by Randy Tran for Factice Magazine
fantasy book with witches and wizards and magical people but all magic has a price, like
main character, in awe and slightly terrified: what did you have to give up to be able to control storms with your mind?
powerful enchanter, fighting back tears as they pull down the hood of their cloak to reveal a knotted oily mess: my beautiful luscious hair….no matter how many times i wash or brush it, it always looks like this
main character: [horrified gasp]
malira au for queermartins:
When Kira’s parents follow through on their threat to move back to New York, newly dating Kira and Malia fear that the distance will mean the end of their relationship, but they’re still not going to give up on it.
My favourite part about Ransom and Holster not clueing into Shitty and Lardo’s relationship is that they obviously can’t tell when a friendship has gone past the point of platonic, and so it’s completely plausible that they wouldn’t be able to tell with their own relationship.
Epikegsters, man. They’re fucked up. Like, wake up in the wrong bed wearing someone else’s underwear, possibly in the wrong time zone kind of fucked up. Every single (epic) time.
Holster has a good night at first — he and Ransom spend the evening wheeling volleyball girls (and accidentally, Chowder) with ghost stories and hockey trivia, and then there’s the whole epic Kent Parson appearance, and the tub juice is extra dire. Lardo is magnificent, ruling the party in every possible way. Even Jack is more in the party spirit than usual, hanging out all casual with Bitty - thank fuck those two are friends now, it was no fun when they were feuding or whatever.
But later on, the vibe shifts. March and April head home early with Farmer because they all have practice the next morning, Kent Parson stalks out of the Haus looking like someone threw up on his Mercedes (not out of the realms of possibility) and somehow Holster ends up sober enough that Shitty sticks him with frog duty.
By the time he wanders back back from escorting Nursey, Dex and Chowder back safely to their dorms, the party has dropped to a dull roar, and Ransom has left a jock strap on the door as the universal sign of getting some.
At least he tossed Holster’s pillow and blanket outside the door first, so it’s not a complete kick in the balls.
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Snuggle frogs!!!!! None of them fit in that bed smh
omgcp aesthetics // the frogs “why am I not paid for frog-sitting?”
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