Човешките същества обичат да се прегръщат. Ако случайно срещнете оцеляло човешко същество, отваряте широко горните си крайници и леко го обгръщате. Добре е да задържите ръцете си така колкото може повече. На човешкото същество това ще му донесе голямо успокоение. Възможно е да се разплаче с бистра течност от очите. Човешките същества обичат да плачат. Не е страшно, не се умира от това.
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?
And all the people say, “You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.” (x)
That what you want? You want things to be easy? You are on trial for multiple homicides and you don’t have a defense strategy in place! You don’t cooperate with us? It doesn’t matter if I help you figure out who killed your family, you will never see justice!
I’ve made some pretty fantastic additions to my record collection over the past few days. It had been forever since I’d been record shopping, so it feels great to have so many fantastic new LPs
Julien Baker - Sprained Ankle
Julien Baker - Funeral Pyre // Distant Solar Systems
Solange - A Seat at the Table
The Big Moon - Love In The 4th Dimension
Mac Demarco - This Old Dog
Laura Marling - Semper Femina
Diet Cig - I Swear I’m Good At This
As you can see, my cat wanted to get involved with these photos
Fandom: Dragon Age Rating: Mature Pairing: Dorian Pavus/Idhren Lavellan, Idhren Lavellan/Tainan Lavellan Summary: Idhren thought he’d finally found everything he longed for his whole life. True freedom. A home, a community, happiness, love. But in the blink of an eye it is all torn away.
Thrust unwillingly back into the world of human politics and human religion that he had been so desperate to escape, Idhren finds himself at the center of a war that will decide the fate of the world. A figurehead, a leader, some say a prophet.
It’s the chapter you’ve all been waiting for!
Also Idhren tells Dorian’s father to go fuck himself because why isn’t that an option in game?
@desperatelyseekingcannibals - I am on a mission to prompt everyone I can with ABO Tristhad so… ABO TRISTHAD PLEASE!! Maybe on a mission and keeping warm around a fire? Lots of f luff please, but smut is more than welcome if it goes that way XD
Congrats on the followers! I can’t wait to read the prompt fills <3
For #Tristhad Week. This is only one part, I’m still writing more. :)
Another day on horseback—such days could feel endless to a body stiff already from hours of riding. Tristan’s gaze naturally sought out the youngest of their band. Galahad rode to his left and was none the wiser to Tristan’s gaze or the way it lingered on his lower half as his corded thighs squeezed around his horse’s chest. None of the other men wore the Roman tunic and armor the pup insisted on; none of them felt the need to play such a role to be accepted. Galahad, pacifist and the sole omega among their alpha ranks, however, refused to be seen as weak. Despite his hate for their fifteen-year commission and the blood they shed, he wanted to look the role of the fierce warrior gender dynamic be damned. It was no secret that Galahad hated being an omega.
When he’d been recruited from his homeland, he’d been unpresented. Just like all Samaritan Knights he wasn’t worried, though. He was confident he’d be an alpha or at the least, a beta. He had no such luck. He’d gone into heat two years after he’d joined Arthur’s knights.
Galahad had been one of the last to arrive in joining their group; Tristan remembered when he’d brought to them flanked on either side by a Roman envoy. He’d taken to training with a fervor and had been shaped into a fierce and loyal warrior. He was a scout and archer challenged by none other than Tristan in skills—certainly no longer the boy he’d been. Again, Tristan’s gaze slid up the view of his calves and thighs. Definitely not.
He had a bite too. Galahad could be almost petulant at times with his uncharacteristic brashness. Quick-tempered and sharp-tongued, he had no shame to stop him from speaking his mind. In short, he was the most alluring creature Tristan had ever seen.
He had long realized how smitten he was, but how could anyone not be with Galahad? His tribe would have found him exotic with his cornflower eyes and the dark, chestnut of his curls, and beyond that, he was the ideal omega for someone of his tribe: spirited and with a tongue that was as deadly as his aim. When not in battle Tristan’s attentions often fell to the omega and he doubted it or the reasons why went unnoticed by any except the pup.
“There something interesting about Gal’s legs,” Bors rode up to Tristan’s other side with a grin far to knowing.