I Think About Them

Dandadandandadan

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

sorry that you think my fictional ship is illegal. I actually consulted a fictional lawyer about it and he had a talk with a fictional cop about the fictional laws and then they both looked at me, and very seriously said "we'll allow it because it's hot."

"He Can Keep His Tongue."

Daemon Targaryen's fingers danced upon the hilt of Dark Sister, who all but sang from the violence of her prince, bloodlust temporarily sated. What a pair they made, those brutal rogues, so eager for the slightest taste of war.

He needed no more than a moment to look upon the corpse, savoring in the justice brought by his own hand.

Whore, Vaemond had dared to call his wife. Bastards, his sons. The King had ordered the would-be usurper's tongue for such vile words, but Daemon thought his slanders better deserved to rot with him in an early grave.

"He can keep his tongue," Daemon declared before his brother's court, relishing in the shock and terror echoing throughout the halls of the Red Keep.

They cowered before him, those most noble lords and ladies. Had he still the desire for chaos that ruled him in his youth, he would have brought his blade to their throats and sneered as they soiled their finery. As they begged and bled, he would have forced the truth from their lips.

It was not the witnessing of such violence that distressed them, though they would claim it so. It was not the death, nor the pain, nor the fear of meeting a similar fate.

No. It was the single stroke that silenced their precious gods. It was his own will, agonizingly more powerful than that of the Seven.

Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, husband to the princess who would soon be queen, and in the sight of men, more powerful than all the gods.

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

Young Kili throwing out these beautiful well thought out words in seconds and Thorin and Fili just standing there like ‘how the fuck do i respond to that’

Kili: something poetic

Fili: *nods* good stuff bro

Thorin: *thumbs up*

Dis: your fucking six years old ??

All her life Viserys had told her she was a princess, but not until she rode her silver had Daenerys Targaryen ever felt like one.

Like… woah ❇️✴️

“Forever. And ever and always.”-Keyleth/Vax

Campaign 1 Episode 115: The Chapter Closes

Campaign 3 Episode 51: The Apogee Solstice

Bonus Marisha:

I really love that when other demon slayer characters get figurines and they so happen to be using a form, it’s more focused on the practical effects of flame/insect/water/etc breathing than the actual character themself who is generally just standing or is in some pose that’s not too drastic

And then you have fucking Sanemi:

Who is just doing like jumps and flips in his fucking figurines 😭😭