These are the choices we’ve made. These are
the choices we live with. If we can cleave to any victory, if we can wring out
any joy from the pit of blood; if we can carve out a space for ourselves by any
means necessary, we will. We live.
30, She/her. Used to be DreamingPagan a long time back. Multi-fandom, mostly Black Sails these days but with a lot of Tolkien and funny things interspersed. Complete language and history nerd - be warned. I write fic and occasionally I talk about ships.
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