(I Just) Died In Your Arms // Bastille
The story of my warden and Zev, according to Alistair.
Because my daughter let me use her graphics tablet.
Florent omnes arbores,
dulce canunt volucres;
another thing that really bugs me about race-gating and gender-gating romances in video games, in addition to limiting diversity and representation with the false notion of “realism” (hint: it’s neither realistic nor relevant to a fucking fantasy video game to offer only certain sexualities and racial preferences).
The Irish werewolf is different from the Teutonic or European werewolf, as it is really not a “monster” at all. Unlike its continental cousins, this shapeshifter is the guardian and protector of children, wounded men and lost persons. According to some ancient sources, the Irish werewolves were even recruited by kinds in time of war. Known in their native land as the faoladh or conroicht, their predatory behaviour is typical of the common wolf, not beneath the occasional nocturnal raid.
This is BUB after her bath.
And here is a video of her getting one: http://bit.ly/bubathes
CELEBRATE AND DANCE SO FREE !
Skyrim Adventures → Part 10/??
the chantry of auri-el
I’ll be listening to folk ballads until my beard grows back.
It just feels right.
Yo, fuck you. I’m drivin’, we gonna listen to whatever the hell I want.
"When I was a girl… the sky called me home. Should be interesting to see what calls me next."
You can put some joy up on my face
Oh sunshine in an empty place
Take me too, turn to and babe I’ll make you stay