I will physical fite anyone who dares hurt my disaster boi, he is my precious nervous wreck
He indeed is! What a fierce reaction, hun <3
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I will physical fite anyone who dares hurt my disaster boi, he is my precious nervous wreck
He indeed is! What a fierce reaction, hun <3
YOU ARE A RAY OF SUNSHINE! SEND THIS TO 8 PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT AND MAKE SURE YOU DON'T BREAK THE CHAIN! :)
aw thank youu♥
yay for chain mail:) tb to elementary school
“ here. it’s your favorite .” ( to Sif from Thor )
ᚦ @runaljod | ‘ paying attention ’ love language | accepting !
Nimble fingers played idly at the bare threads strung in an array of colors before her. To the ordinary eye, they would be nothing but STRINGS to weave into whichever knot she chose to weave them in - with needle, with pin, or with hook. Except the soft pallets of her fingertips were READING the spooled yarns, the many words and blessings which were offered in her name. Like one who would read a LETTER from an admirer. Many young ones who were seeking themselves and on a journey to find much needed peace. . .and what PEACE really meant to them.
Her other hand rubbed absently over her growing belly, attempting to SOOTHE the upset which encouraged her to sit down in the first quarter of the morning, when she would usually be busy. Her attention was SWIFTLY stolen by the presence of her beloved and the scent of butternut squash and freshly warmed bread, basil and lavender permeated oak aroma of their home. Sif BEAMED brightly with excitement.
HE REMEMBERED !!
❝ - oh, pykja vænt um !! ❞ And it smelled so WARM, and the steam from the bowl was like open arms welcoming an embrace to the soul as he placed it before her. Sif couldn’t begin to imagine just how much TIME and effort he had poured into the craft, knowing he would have done his best to perfect it. ❝ You’re too good to me, bjorn min. ❞ She shifted to give and receive an affectionate KISS.
Look, I know that "like the lazy ocean hugs the shore" is from a super badass song but that's such a sweet way to say it
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hello hello hello!!!! thanks for dropping in asdfghjkl feel free to bug me anytime because this is so sweet!!! ☺❤
She turned him to face her, and gripped his shoulders. "I don't know what's to become of you," she informed him, brown eyes fixed on his. "You may grow to be a true earthmage. Maybe you'll join a temple; you might be the most sought-after gardener north of the Pebbled Sea. That's up to you. One thing is certain - hunger us a thing of the past. You may skip a meal or two, but you'll never starve. Take my word for that, and don't make me come after you again." Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her, squeezed, and let go - then set off towards Discipline. Rosethorn, her cheeks red, followed him.
Magic in the Weaving, Tamora Pierce