#throwing spears

[yehoria-offical]

*gets pierced by a javelin in the stomach*

Thanks for the pretty scar, my loathsome foe.

*pulls it out and throws it back*

[luckywolfsbane]

A beautiful memory

One day, my mom came home and screamed bloody murder.

No one was dead, which - considering the circumstances of why she screamed - is surprising.

My brother had stuck a throwing spear in one of her bedroom doors and left it for her to find.

He wasn’t home. There’s a scar on that door from where it stuck in.

You’d think, if you threw a spear at your mother’s door, you’d at least hide the thing afterward.

Not my brother.