It Didn't Have To End Like This.

| Whoever decided the birds are free? |

This whole thing is coming down...

I THINK THERE’S A FLAW IN MY CODE

Remember. Your. Roots.

It wasn’t just a puppy.

In The Blood

The Continental London

“For every shadow Her Grace did cast,

We saluted Her in the streets and in our homes.

Right from the beginning, we scattered flowers

Said our prayers, wrote our tomes.

There were Thirteen in her Court

She gathered thousands to spare.

And in the face of revolution

She was always there.

We are London

So she said

Her Grace is proud and true

We are London

And on this hour

We are here for you.”

Sir Jeremy: A proper gentleman, esquire’s esquire, a dozen titles or more. Managed by the Queen but not the one in Buckingham Palace. Owns the finest Hotel in the city, if not in England. Countless thousands stay in his rooms. He cares for them all. But they don’t know the truth. What’s hidden beneath the stairs, behind the doors, in the bowels of the Underground where he is King. And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”

Sir Sable: Clever man. They say he moves like a shark in blooded water. The fog still clings to him. They speak his name in Absinthe Bars and Gambling Houses over cards and coffee cups. He can tell you everything about anything in London. He has friends who would amaze you. He knows a bloke, that knows a bloke that sold that car for that coin that likely saved your sister’s life. You should make him your friend too, is everyone’s advice. There’s something sharp about his eyes.

And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”

Now Open: Commissions for a Cause

Warmest Regards to Fans and Creatives around the world!

Art in all its forms, be it music, literature, photography, mixed media, graphic or otherwise is what I consider a fundamental principle for inspiring and supporting international cultures.

This is an open invitation: If you would like a custom piece of graphic art or literature designed and created exclusively for you or your fandom, I invite you warmly to send your request to my Ask Inbox.

In exchange for the commission, I request a minimum donation of $€¥£5 to be donated to a reputable charity of your choice. Simply email me a copy of your donation receipt and your request details for your creation to be brought to life. Larger projects may require a larger donation. Some terms and conditions do apply.

Now commissioning Graphic Art:

Wallpapers for PCs or Mobile Phones

Tumblr Layouts

Website Layouts

Avatars, Signatures and Icons

Custom Mood Boards

Original and Fandom works

Now commissioning Literature:

Writing Prompts

Poetry

One-shot short stories

Original and Fandom works

Now Commissioning Podfic Narrations

Emotive, engagaing, powerful voice acting by a seasoned female narrator

Multiple accents and eloqutions

Selective readings for original and fandom works at the narrator's discretion.

Readers, please, like, share and reblog to spread the word and don't be shy about writing in and sending through your requests. I appreciate all of you and look forward to working together in future!

Your Friend,

L. G. Spider

John Wick: Rebellion

When you left me, I left I this world.

Buried under cement and stone.

They dragged me back into this moment.

And forced my hand to be disowned.

Now I am again risen.

Vengeance is once more my name.

I am the Bird of Hermes.

Eating my wings to make me tame.

|{ @f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat - @lalienna-dementriento A Gift to you my Faithful Friends. I give to you, Excommunicato - John Wick. }|

Merry Christmas Everyone

To Everyone:

   This has been a hard year for all of us. We have suffered, loved and lost. Some of us will not be together this year. Some of us, are so grateful that we are. No matter where in the world you are, what you’ve been through, what’s happened, or what you’ve done: We’re here. Together. We made it. I wish you and your families a very well deserved, safe and happy holiday season. May we prosper together. Now and always,

 With Love,

    Small Fortunes

Pain changes people.

Chronic pain does more than debilitate the body.

It slowly eats away at the mind. It's many jewel-like facets.

Reason, tolerance, patience, prudence, humility.

It is something else entirely, when you are immobilized by unrelenting agony, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks to the month, twelve months to the year. On and on and on.

So as you become nothing more than a screaming, crying, wretched mess, trapped in your own skin. Conscious, breathing, suffering without relent.

No longer human.

Just pain.

It is quite a feat; to experience visceral pain so agonizingly profound; that all your fears, past, present and future terrors become entirely inconsequential in the wake of these horrific moments.

The moment when you hear yourself beg for oblivion as a merciful, rational release from this endless suffering.

Where once you took freedom of movement for granted, now, in the bloom of youth, you are sedated, managed yet dysfunctional.

Unable to eat, sleep, walk, sit, stand or bathe without, searing, mindless agony.

One looses many things when in pain.

Fear, primarily.

One could lose the will to live in these moments.

Or.

One could live through it.

Come out the other side.

Invincible.

Art © Alexander Fedosov

Words / Small Fortunes / (Exert) A Treatise on Chronic Pain

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