4C jesus please keep this wild ass Ouija shit off my dash
4C JESUS……… OH MY GOD.
OF ALL THE THINGS, 4C JESUS
y’all called him 4c… goodnight
I fuck with 4C Jesus he realer than Motions Jesus
Let’s not forget Soul Glo Jesus
To the utmost, Jesus saves!
No existe la persona perfecta, pero sí la correcta.
The Exile is Updated!!! Chapter XXIX, Dr. Gwen, Medicine Woman
Spoilers: up to and including 4x9
Characters: Guinevere, Mordred
So I know its been way too long since I updated, but I have at last. Thank you, everyone who waited and continued to express interest and support in this story. I hope you’ll continue on this journey. :D
Wind blew through the second story windows of the townhouse, warm with summer heat, and heavy with the tang of ocean salt. Sweet, warm ocean zephyrs entered through open windows, soothing skin dampened by humidity. Swirling through the townhouse, tugging on hair,pulling on the light weight cotton of kirtles and dresses, tipping over ribbon stands, unlit candles, pulling at scarves, and shawls and turning up the edges of bedding. It was mid-summer in Wyeledon.
Guinevere pinned a windswept curl into place and began coiling her waist length braid oton the back of her head. Both Ylsa and Pradeep had made clear the importance of covering the head when working with medicine, food, or anything to be consumed by the sick. If he asked her to prepare any medicines she wanted to be ready.
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