From Water We Are Born

meg. she/her. a bi infp waterbender of house stark currently obsessed with all things assassin's creed and the 100.

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Assassin's Creed: Valhalla (2020)

I reveled in death and violence.


The 100 (2014 - 2020)

Trips to the grocery store are adrenaline-packed these days.

Toph Color Palette

Request from on tumblr :')

I am so wired and anxious and distracted today that I can barely keep my shit together.

Lady Gaga's new single is a fucking bop, y'all.

Postcard, c1910

Michael Moons Bookshop

Whitehaven, Cumbria

"I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again."

oh sweet baby jesus my only class for the day was cancelled, EVERYBODY SAY HALLELUJAH!

Behind the Scenes

The 100 Season 5

Bob Morley, Jarod Joseph

I know no queen but the Queen in the North whose name is LAURA FUCKING BAILEY.

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Me: *starts to get a cold*

Also me, a Grown Ass Adult: *drinks a glass of orange juice* There, that should do it.

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Spoilers: IT DIDN'T WORK.

Me: *starts to get a cold*

Also me, a Grown Ass Adult: *drinks a glass of orange juice* There, that should do it.

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Ampio Orizzonte (Broad Horizon)--Ettore Tito, 1910 (Italian artist, 1859-1941)

“In my book, there’s a map. Chart a course to the Eastern Sea. There’s a clan there, led by a woman called Luna, a friend. Tell her I sent you.”

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Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.

Vincent Van Gogh