I prefer to be in the back, away from people. But nearly all the available jobs here require social interactions. I need money so fuck it. But I hate how people are going to stare and grin in my face like they want to laugh. I’m scared I won’t be liked and get teased. The ugly life is SO hard and some people just won’t ever get it. Not like many try to understand anyway.
slide-out sidebar with a 500px sidebar image, space for description, extra navigation links, and a search bar
footer with space for up to three custom links, weather status, local time and date.
optional updates tab. if you don’t turn this on through the customization panel, it won’t show up.
one, two, or three columns
post sizes: 300px, 350px, 400px, 450px, 500px, 540px
optional background image
hide or show captions and tags on index page
ten body font options, font sizes from 12px to 18px, and all colours customizable.
responsive for both desktop and mobile devices
notes:
Tumblr’s customize page is very buggy and when you first install the theme, you have to toggle the toggle options on and off to get them to work properly.
the navigation section in the sidebar has space for up to five custom links and as many Tumblr page links as you want. however, to get them to show up, you need to make sure the “Menu Navigation Section” option is enabled in the customization panel.
icons are from phosphoricons; to change the icons, go to the phosphoricons site, find the name of the new icon you want, and input the name of the new icon into the relevant text fields in the customization panel.
kirishima murmurs it to your mare quietly, scrubbing a rough hand down the front of her muzzle as he frowns, as the words sit between you both like a life sentence. a royal order not even you can overturn.
“i am,” you agree, and his eyes flick to yours over the saddle for just a moment before falling away, ashamed. for all that he lacks in wealth and class, he’s more honorable than any knight you’ve ever known, more respect in his pouty lips than in all the kings of the north. if only you could be the same, then perhaps this hurt wouldn’t wound you both so deeply. “are you married, ser eijirou?”
“no, ’m not,” his frown deepens, even pulling a crease between his eyebrows as he stares at the ground, hard as iron. “‘n i beg yer pardon, m'lady, but i’m no ser.”
