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[adventures-written-archive]

“Ya couldn’t hit a cows arse with a banjo!” Zane exclaimed.

[roots-symphony]

wynonna + quotes

[undertheniall]

Use Somebody - Nialls solo

[deadmens-blog]

  ' That's one pissed off ghost. 

           Let me guess, someone made fun            of it's soccer mom van. '

[norokyolsil]

Drabble: Moving On

//So the time has finally come for Ella to sever her ties with the Guild. I really thought this would be longer but honestly, I couldn't do it. This short piece was painful enough. And it has a sense of finality that I doubt I can replicate. So here it is. Enjoy.// The Senior members knew what was going on the moment she convened the meeting. It went easily. She gave her reasons. They understood. New members were pouring in. A few, the Bosmer pointed out, had just the right potential. They wouldn't be without a leader. The family would be fine. The goodbyes went quicker than Ella expected. A hug or a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, a few kind words. Some people were easier than others. And with others, she could barely keep herself together. Her fellow Nightinales were the hardest. She hugged them for a long time. But didn't cry. No, she didn't cry in front of anyone. But when she'd climbed the ladder to the surface for the last time, and sat behind the temple of Mara, the tears fell in a violent torrent. Sobs racked her body and tore through her throat. She sat awkwardly in her new Elven armor, legs stretched out and arms crossed tightly over her chest. For half an hour she cried, until her stomach hurt and no more tears would fall. Then she sat in silence. Gathering her wits. Calming down. Remembering what her uncle always said. 'Tomorrow will be kinder.' Another half hour passed this way. Then she grabbed up her bag, stood, and walked rapidly towards the Bee and Barb. Not once looking back.