A B O U T M E

Riley | 17
Pansexual | grey aro/demi-romantic | nonbinary | they/she
❤︎ In a relationship ❤ ︎Main Fandoms:
Dragon Age | Assassin's Creed | Marvel

Occasionally nsfw
Contact me if you need me to tag something triggering

c u r r e n t l y

watching:
Criminal Minds S11 | The Strain s2 | HTGAWM s2 | AHS: Hotel |
waiting for:
Captain America: Civil War | Sense8 s2 | oitnb s4 | star trek 3 | da4
playing:
Dragon age: Inquisition | dragon age 2 | ac2: brotherhoodr
working on:
NanoWrimo 2015
listening to
Badlands | Crybaby | Froot

s o c i a l

Twitter
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Instagram
8tracks
Bros
AO3
hmu for my snapchat
—var lath vir suledin

|| riley ||

|| 17—pansexual—grey-aro ||

|| cute intersectional feminist ||

|| they/she—genderfluid ||

|| dragon age and shitposting trash ||

|| 8.16.15. ||

☾T.J. Hammomd Aesthetic ☽

im your aesthetic

◊ stevebucky high school au ◊  

💜hello my hair is purple🍇

✰stevebucky aesthetic✰

hello who wants to read my stevebucky high school au 

guess who shaved their head again.

im here, im queer, im outside??

daredevil + text posts

when you see bae at the store

my grandma and i are the cutest 🌼🌸

i just posted my stevebucky high school au so if you want to read it!!! here you go 

imagine steve painting cute little designs on bucky’s nails, and they’re so colorful and bright that whenever bucky looks at them he can’t help but to smile a little. he’s always so careful not to chip his nail polish, because seriously, steve does an amazing job each time he paints bucky’s nails. it’s kind of meaningless for him to worry because he knows that steve will do them again, another colorful design that makes him smile and feel warm inside.

I’m so adorable ☀️⚡️

you wake up screaming;
drenched in sweat and covered in blood that isn’t your own.
the faces around you are endless and unfamiliar,
touching and scraping at your flesh
as if it’s theirs to torture.
you scream for help but there’s no release.
there never is.
there never will be.
you’re silenced by a needle that shoots fire into your veins,
burning you from the inside out.
your vision goes white from the pain taking over your body.
still no tears fall from your once vibrant blue eyes.
weapons don’t cry.
if only they didn’t hurt, you wish.

— weapons don’t cry, but they hurt.
SH