tokiosunset:

Important OTP question: which one sends cute good-morning texts and which one replies to them angrily because ‘it’s not even seven yet fuck off’?

track: Easy (Switch Screens)
artist: Lorde + Son Lux
album: Easy (Switch Screens) - Single
play count: 25
“ Convince yourself that you are working in clay, not marble, on paper not eternal bronze: Let that first sentence be as stupid as it wishes. ”
- Jacques Barzun
New bog body discovered in Meath

archaeologicalnews:

A new, partially intact bog body has been discovered by Bord na Mona workers in Co Meath.

Archaeologists from the National Museum of Ireland (NMI) have confirmed that it is working on a find of human remains in a bog near the border with Co Westmeath, although the exact site has not yet been…

chujo-hime:

bronyrpblog:

my favorite f/m ships are the ones where the dude is pretty much there just to gaze at the girl with heart eyes and fawn over her

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i approve this message

That’s how this works. You talk to me about it so that I can take your hand and fucking walk through this shit with you. That is what I signed up for, okay? But I cannot do that if you won’t let me in.

kurgy:

kurgy:

I just wanna hear all the romanced companions battle cries when the inquisitor falls in battle (◡‿◡✿)

Sera, practically shrieking, begging the inquisitor to get up, to keep fighting because she promised she would always be there

Cassandra, voice shaking as she shouts at the inquisitor to get his ass up already, that giving up now is pointless, that she needs him by her side in this fight no matter what

Solas, losing his composure and in a broken voice saying ”no no no you must keep your eyes open, stay awake, please you mustn’t fall asleep!”

Blackwall, not saying anything, looking at his fallen lover for but a moment while the bile rises in this throat and tears form in his eyes, before turning his blade back toward the enemy and fighting on, as a grey warden should do

Iron Bull, an almost animalistic roar ripping from his throat as he charges the enemies surrounding the inquisitor, his inquisitor, trying so hard to ignore the emptiness in his chest and shaking of his hands

Dorian, voice cracking as utter denial sets in, screaming and begging the inquisitor not to go, not to leave him behind because he’s lost everything and he cant lose him

stves