I’ll try to be on tonight. Sorry for my little hiatus but I haven’t been feeling well. I’m a little better, but not by much.
Sorry I haven’t been on. Today my niece came over, so I spent time with her. I’m not really feeling that wonderful, so I probably won’t be on tonight. Might not be on tomorrow, I don’t know yet. I just…feel off and everything. I’m sorry to those who want to RP with me. Hopefully I start feeling better soon.
My brain isn’t working at all tonight. I’m probably going to put up Xavier’s bio on my other account, and then log off. I really feel off tonight. Sorry guys <3
and i’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you our life soundtrack
First Day At School:
Falling In Love:
Getting Back Together:
Birth of Child:
the amount of notes this has disturbs me
Isdir met her gaze with his own. He did not look ashamed or guilty, but the impact of killing someone, even someone you hate, always stays with you. He knew that from the first time he killed in battle. He may be skilled at killing, but it doesn’t mean he’s unfeeling when he does it. He isn’t exactly proud of it, but he has repented already. He should…he needs to tell her.
“I killed him.” He said simply. “He took you and he wanted to fight and he threatened you. So I called upon my sword and beheaded him. Beheading kills everything. Fire makes it more permanent.”
Fae was a bit taken aback by his explanation, brows shooting up as she leaned away from his hold slightly, speaking in an astonished tone. “He’s dead, already? He’s— he’s dead.” leaning back into his form before turning around to look into his eyes, her own silvery hues piercing, glistened over with a layer of tears as she leaned in for a kiss, pulling back with their lips still a mere couple inches apart. Bless you.
Isdir kissed her back. He loved feeling her lips against his, even for the briefest of moments. He gazed down into her eyes and smiled only a little bit. “Didn’t I once tell you that any man who harms you—or anyone I love—will either get beheaded or torn limb-from-limb?” He rested his forehead against hers. “I am a man of my word, at least some of the time.” he leaned down and placed another brief kiss upon her lips.
I SUCK AT THESE THINGS (EVEN THOUGH i SET A FEW OUT EHEHE) SO THIS GOES TO EVERYONE WHO ACTUALLY READS THIS:
YOU’RE IT! Rules are: copy and paste this to 10 other beautiful people/blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful :D
& talk to you without being judged.
Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry bloggersIm down for it as long as we can sing.
It is the music of a people who are not very satisfied
When the layout of your dash echoes the beating of your rage~
What am I saying smh ofc we can all sing right guise?
Well, as long as there is a group of people singing around me and drowning out my horrible voice, then yes. *nods*
It is time for a Tumblr Revolution (that doesn’t end with our dashes getting effed up).