DEAR READER
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
tumblr dot com
roma★
ellievsbear
Keni
No title available
Cosmic Funnies
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
No title available
cherry valley forever
trying on a metaphor
NASA
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
Peter Solarz
Love Begins
JBB: An Artblog!
h
Show & Tell
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@firstcub-blog
psa: if donuvan doesn’t like u he probably doesn't care whether u live or die
anyways i fucking hate discor.d but y’all should add me. i’m spidergay# 7780 fuck me up.
everyone,,, can b,,, my friend,,, always
Ask Memes ;; Sass Edition
You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.
Going to McDonalds for a salad is like going to a prostitute for a hug.
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.
Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.
You know, it only takes four muscles to just extend your arm and bitchslap the twat.
Congratulations on being an awful bitch who’s completely oblivious to the fact that everyone hates you.
Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.
My business isn’t your business; so unless you’re my thong, don’t be up my arse.
I may look calm, but in my head I’ve killed you three times already.
I would retaliate against your snotty remark, but since you resemble a garden gnome, I’d say the joke is on you.
I thought I saw your face on my newsfeed but it turns out it was just a picture of a potato.
You want to walk out of my life, there’s the door. Hell, I’ll even hold it open for you.
I don’t do fashion, I am fashion.
Somewhere out there there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology.
I’m only single because I’m too sassy for everyone.
Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess.
I think, therefore I’m single.
Life’s too short to bullshit.
If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.
When in doubt, freak ‘em out.
I’d rather die my way than live yours.
Weather forecast for tonight: dark.
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they make a good excuse.
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
I distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink.
If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.
i did an art.
the only reason i haven’t done those starters is because i don’t want to remake icons i’m screaming.
⟨ @firstcub✶ liked here. ⟩
——– ❝ NICELY done , my cub– AGAIN. ❞
bracers removed , as was most of his armor– father && son , a lesson in hand to hand combat. skies gleamed with the light of the sun , a rarely && strangely warm day in eastmarch. && here they were , ulfric’s emerald gaze daring , taunting donuvan to ADVANCE upon him. show him he was READY. ❝ get to it , boy , i am not getting any younger. ❞ a tug of the corner of his mouth , taunts leaving him in waves. it was rare one could catch the hint of his smile , the telltale sign the exuberant nord was in a fine mood.
it was the sort of day that drew donuvan away from whatever texts he had become engrossed, away from a constantly shifting mind & away from the desire to sink into the ink that detailed past victories or wars. the sun shone bright through the crisp air of his home, where he had grown & would continue to grow... too often were his smiles false, instruments used like weapons to weave through the men & women he had to please for the sake of a reputation he felt he had to craft for the future--- but today... they were not. the grin that played at his features was pleased, determined ---& full of life. it feeds off of his father’s presence & the way he poked & prodded at the boy. he held onto days like this --- days like this were good.
“ even i could tell you that. “ a jab back; a light sound, bright & just as rare as the smile of his father. there is a moment of consideration where he considers his next move --- & then he acts. he attempts to offer a swift blow & demonstrate that he’s learned one thing or another throughout the day.
okay, so i really want to start writing here again. there are a lot of old things that i’ve never replied to & i’m not sure how many people i used to write with are still active??? so i’m just gonna scrap my drafts & throw this starter call out there. not sure what the length will be, but i’ll be here on & off! ( i also have a skyrim verse in progress on @boywebbed if anyone here wants to talk 2 peter )
but yeah. like for a thing ??? ill queue it up
Ben Wyatt (Parks and Rec) Starter Sentence Meme
That’s what you wanted right? Everyone in the same room, at the same time?
Did you hear a word I said?! No you didn’t! Because I’m a ghost!
I really like you, but you are a terrible person to talk to about personal stuff.
We can just sit back and take it easy.
When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die!
I have been tense lately. Just thinking about the new Star Wars sequel.
_____, we got you an autographed picture of your personal hero.
I love you and I like you.
They call me Devo, because I can whip ‘em good.
Are you talking to my butt?
Are you gonna murder me and bury me at this gas station?
I was completely flustered, I came off like an idiot. I mean, at one point, for no reason, I just took off my shoes and held them in my hand.
I think at some point you and I should probably make out with each other.
I’m sorry, are you eating Turkey Chili off of a frisbee?
I’m just gonna sleep on the floor.
Look, who hasn’t had gay thoughts? Who?
Pizza? Never heard of it!
Bababooey.
Hogwarts is fictional. You do know that, don’t you? It’s important to me that you know that.
Gotham needs me.
I’m far too stupid and lazy to write something that could be printed in a book.
I am deeply, ridiculously in love with you.
I feel great, I ran 5K this morning.
It’s a white flag, and you may as well start waving it right now, _____!
I am really attracted to you right now.
You just do your thing, baby Smurf.
I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.
Well, you suck at being polite, sir.
am i dead? am i alive? idk, but i’m here !
Basic Angst Starters
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
ed sheeran’s divide | sentence meme.
eraser.
❛ i was born into a small town. i lost that state of mind. ❜
❛ so blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life. ❜
❛ friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride. ❜
❛ when the world’s against me is when i really come alive. ❜
❛ you know that i’ve got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs. ❜
❛ i need to get in the right mind and clear myself up. ❜
❛ i look in the mirror, questioning what i’ve become. ❜
❛ i’m well aware of certain things that can destroy a person like me. ❜
❛ i am happy on my own so here i’ll stay. ❜
❛ save your loving arms for a rainy day. ❜
❛ i’ll find comfort in my pain eraser. ❜
❛ i chased the picture perfect life. i think they painted it wrong. ❜
❛ i beg you, don’t be disappointed with the person i’ve become. ❜
❛ the world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow. ❜
castle on the hill.
❛ i was younger then. ❜
❛ i found my heart and broke it here. ❜
❛ i know i’ve grown. i can’t wait to go home. ❜
❛ i miss the way you make me feel. ❜
❛ we watched the sun set over the castle on the hill. ❜
❛ had my first kiss on a friday day. i don’t reckon i did it right. ❜
dive.
❛ maybe i came on too strong. maybe i waited too long. ❜
❛ maybe i played my cards wrong. oh, just a little bit wrong. ❜
❛ i could live, i could die, hanging on the words you say. ❜
❛ i’ve been known to give my all. ❜
❛ so don’t call me, baby, unless you mean it. ❜
❛ don’t tell me you need me if you don’t believe it. ❜
❛ so let me know the truth before i dive right into you. ❜
❛ do you have a tendency to lead some people on? ‘cuz i heard you do. ❜
shape of you.
❛ the club isn’t the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where i go. ❜
❛ your love was handmade for somebody like me. ❜
❛ i’m in love with the shape of you. we push and pull like a magnet do. ❜
❛ although my heart is falling too, i’m in love with your body. ❜
❛ last night you were in my room, and now my bed sheets smell like you. ❜
❛ we talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour. ❜
Keep reading
i’m workin on a thing
new icon, courtesy of @tethereddivine !!!
closed || undead threat.
blood-and-septims
He had listened to the Jarl speak, taking in, and judging the words he heard. It was true- All Jarls were having problems simply containing their people. And what was there to do, but be afraid of the new foe? Skyrim was a war-torn land, even Whiterun had just barely begun rebuilding the destroyed houses and battlements, after Ulfric’s siege.
“Perhaps, My Jarl, there is a difference between cowardice and not playing the fool. We are warring against a foe that is most likely worse than even the dragon crisis. Even the most brave of men have something that rattles the ground from underneath them, and from what my forces know of the enemy- Every living man fears the arisen dead. And with so many men dead in even the tiniest skirmish with a mistwalker, i cannot blame the Jarls for losing heart from fighting an enemy that kills an entire group in a single blow.”
He was well-composed, indeed. Inside, he was a raging inferno of anger- But with the cost of so many lives, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. He had seen how many died, from just a small pack of the creatures. There were times when even he contemplated giving up, and running as far, and as fast as he could out of Skyrim. It wasn’t his bravado that kept him alive, and in order.
It was his pride.
As the question was raised, he looked over to an armored man he had come in with, and nodded. The Recruit had a scroll with him, in his left hand. Rushing over to the Jarl and getting on his knees, holding up the scroll for the Jarl to take.
“The Dawnguard. They have given us a means to make these…Crossbows. They said it is a device that could pierce the hardest of armors.”
what was a man without his pride? to run was to cast it aside, to throw everything this man had built. donuvan was impressed by his ability to persevere, to go from jarl to jarl until he ended up before a man with a storm in his chest. he does not speak his mind yet --- there is little reason to. the man before him was presenting what could be a means to protect themselves against a threat that only grew by the day.
he nods, reaching for the scroll. he had never been a patient man, nor one who cared much for dramatic effect .... so he is quick to unroll it & examine the contents. crossbows. he had read of the weapon --- before taking the former position of his father before him, he had been a man of books. he would read book after book studying whatever held his interest at the time ... he had stumbled upon the subject of crossbows on a few occasions, but mostly conceptual things. nothing worth noting at the time.
“ and you believe that this will be a step towards defending the people of skyrim from the dead? “ he speaks after a few moments of thought, interest drawn from the man who had held his attention from the moment he had entered his hall.
the concept was a fascinating one --- he could only imagine the sort of advantage one could gain from the widespread distribution of such a weapon ... man was constantly searching for something more powerful than others, something to outdo those around them. to supply one with the potential to kill the dead was another opportunity for another to kill the living... but that was always a risk, wasn’t it? ? people would always be searching for new ways to kill one another emerald gaze lifts once more, thoughts shifting & churning beneath a collected composure.
i’m not dead i’ve just been playing a lot of dragon age tbh. i was going to do some stuff on here today, but i ended up running a pretty high fever ???i’m down to somewhere between 99-100 so i can,,,y’know,,,actually comprehend life. but i’m going back to bed , i just wanted to put a lil bitty update for my bros.
REALIZATION HITS LIKE A HURRICANE // DRABBLE.
perhaps it’s difficult to accept situations previously thought unreal. it plays through your mind.. unsafe. unhindered. perhaps i appeared stoic, headstrong like a commander should. a future KING should. but fear ate at my belly, picking apart the soft bits first. an anonymous tip that i could not afford to pass up– and it was that mistake of following deceptive leads that resulted in the death of my men. their wives widowed, their children orphaned. and here i stand, blood painting the stone red, contemplating my own family’s fate.
Keep reading
