Posted on April 10, 2017 inUncategorized

windsurfingthroughhell:

impracticalmagics:

…I didn’t know how to talk to Pritkin about his shit, whatever his shit was, because I rarely talked about mine. I didn’t know how to tell him it was going to be okay, because I wasn’t sure that it was. I didn’t have anything useful to say at all, so I didn’t try. I slid my arms around him from behind and held on.

Oooooh thank you for this photoset! The world needs more CassiexPritkin related fanart.