(( I probably didn’t get through all my tumblr posts after missing a day T.T ))
(( was going to respond to the animated gif post but can’t figure out how to post an animated gif T.T I use W7 and Google Chrome and can’t figure it out? ))
(( Aithan? My WoW is da poop tonight D: Sorry hope to see you tomorrow ))
REBLOG IF ITS OKAY IF I PUT SOMETHING FUCKING...
Reblog if you've formed a meaningful relationship...
(( Don’t you hate when you go into the kitchen to make food and your roommate comes in right after you and HOGS THE WHOLE ROOM WHEN HE HAD HOURS OF NOT EVEN LEAVING THE TELEVISION. yeah I hate that… ))
(( boo working on Victoria Day. Be home later! ))
… and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a...– Doctor Who, 5x13 The Big Bang. (via dawnsavant)
Call this an experiment. Reblog if you have OCs...
Gentil fingered the little shard, lost in thought. It was either going to be a wonderful gift or a curse. Nonetheless he thanked the strange mage, their language barrier was spotty at best as the elf kept speaking to someone that only he could apparently see as Gentil wrapped the sprained wrist. Gentil would watch him closely, making sure the questions were directed to him so he’d know when...
Reblog if you're ok with AU's
All that he could remember were those eyes. Eyes burning into his soul as he tried to look away and somehow in his dreaming he could not; Gentil tossed in his sleep that would make him quite exhausted for the entire day. These eyes he knew them and yet he couldn’t remember who they belonged to. Someone who was watching… always watching… He thrashed awake with a great pain in his...
youresocutewhenyourebleeding: Me running a dungeon as a healer: Me running a dungeon as DPS:
(( Good Night all you awesome people that gave me emote love in SMC tonight! ^.^ ))
The Little Merman
The bustle of the Dawnseeker Promontory was almost deafening compared to Mulgore. Miss Whynn had invited him along to what was called a Moondance, by one of the tribes of Tauren that she knew to celebrate the New Moon. There was battle, feast and Gentil managed to play the harp as the festivities were winding down. How racist of me that I thought I might see my friend Aithan there! But there were...
The dark is generous. Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the...– Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith (via ritualfalling)
(( I have so many emails and tumblrs that I lost track of one T.T My legacy of Amondragon has been temporarily put on hold because I can’t remember which email I used to sign up for it >.> Apparently I wrote it down somewhere else… ))