The King and His Men

2022 is dead, crabrave Lets usher in 2023 with a bang shall we? This is the energy I intend to have for people who I've cut off, people I may cut off, and for anyone who stands in my way as I strive to better myself in the years to come.

Happy new year<3

still not dead guys

cool story bro

Maybe.

•Achilles•

The wind rushed up to meet the figure on the roof, balanced on the edge with a wicked grin on his lips and a rush singing in his bloodstream. The burning singing of desire called from the void below, highlighted by the ever passing traffic of cars and pedestrians, their symphony of sounds rising on the winds and providing the music that no other but him could hear.

His golden hair shone silver under the light of the full moon, kissing his skin with paleness that could only be found in the most sun bleached sands if time, yet his eyes still shone with a playfulness that none other could ever think of finding in a life like this.

Distantly, he could see the sea, he could hear his mothers voice, harsh and guttural as a tsunami demanding that he leave the roof, while across the way, he could see the distant lights of his fathers mansion, a party in full swing.

He threw his head back and let out a laugh, a bottle of honey amber liquid in hand, quickly being drawn to his lips, drops of the liquid rubbing down his smooth jaw, painting rivers and streams across the skin and reminding him of the coast, while the burn reminded him of the boy with burning eyes, the curiosity and innocence didn’t fit him in this lifetime.

He remembered eyes alight with burning pride of an Ex-Prince, having to relearn the world, and filled with anger at being bested with such ease. *Those* eyes he missed, this version of his lover didn’t have the fire and spark that always raged.

But perhaps he shouldn’t be so judgmental.

With ease and speed that was nearly impossible to replicate, he danced on the edge of the building, deftly keeping himself from falling into the streets below, but only because he didn’t want to fall.

There he danced for the rest of the night, with silvered hair, and skin bleached by the moon.

Clinton Francis Barton fucking LARPing is what I needed in my life

Being trans and having that past horsegirl phase is like priming yourself to enter the Cowboy phase

Like yeah at one point horses were my everything but now the options are more do I buy a western shirt and a cowboy hat just to chill in? Is that my Sunday best?? How do I keep that level of horse lover energy?

Or just the following thought pretty much works:

“So… I could ride a horse, or hear me out, the cowboy, while being a cowboy.”