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USE THE LETTERS OF YOUR MUSE’S FIRST NAME TO DESCRIBE THEIR PERSONALITY 

I was tagged by: wanderingmercenarytechnically

Fussy
Rider
Eagerly
Dotes on
Exalted
Royals with
Inordinately
Coddling
Knightliness

I tag: atterria-the-tactician​, fxdelitaskentofcaelin​, know-that-i-loved-you​, mariberru​ (with whichever of your muses you’re feeling at the moment), sxditque​, and whoever else feels up to the challenge.

“One year has passed from the 1664 challenge, a lot of injuries have healed, sadly not all, but the charity has been short listed for charity of the year because of your efforts, in the national charity awards. Fingers crossed we win, we are up against two very good charities.” [Royal Marines 1664 Challenge]

Dışa bağımlı mutluluk köleliktir. Asıl mutluluk insanın kendinde saklıdır. Ne yazık ki şu günlerde kimse kendiyle başbaşa kalmaya tahammül edemiyor. Hep bir oyalama ve oyalanma halindeyiz. Otobüs beklerken bile boş duramıyoruz. Kimi oyalıyoruz, neden oyalanıyoruz? Hakiki mutluluk, maddi zenginlikten çok daha zor. Mutluluğa şah damarın kadar yakın olmak istiyorsan; yüreğinin ve zihninin zindanlarında çürümeye hazır olmalısın.
  • What she says:I'm okay
  • What she means:Our country reeks of trees, our yaks are really large. And they smell like rotting beef carcasses. And we have to clean up after them, and our saddle sores are the best, we proudly wear women's clothing and searing sand blows up our skirts. And the buzzards, they soar overhead. And venomous snakes will devour us whole. And our bones will bleach in the sun.
  • That's it!
  • And we'll probably go to *fart noise* that is our great reward for being the Roy-oyal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!
  • C'mon everybody!
  • Our country reeks of trees, our yaks are really large. And they smell like rotting beef carcasses. And we have to clean up after them, and our saddle sores are the best, we proudly wear women's clothing and searing sand blows up our skirts. And the buzzards, they soar overhead. And venomous snakes will devour us whole. And our bones will bleach in the sun. And we'll probably go to *fart noise* that is our great reward for being the Roy-oyal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!