A parte Bretzel e riconoscimento professionale che equivale a stipendio più alto. Perché dovrei trasferirmi?

i hope this bitch had the worst fucking birthday.

not sweet bash though just b*n.

ummm will u guys get mad at me if i romanticise my ed on here 👉🏻👈🏻

"what are you doing?"

pedro PEDRO PEDRO PEDRO PE-

Me shuffle pe sun rahi thi ye aaya aur tu yaad aa gayi

Aaj more Piya Ghar aavenge(aa gaye) .... Plays in background, malika-e-jahaan padhari hai....✨

This is one of the most beautiful song , agar aapko ye sunte waqt meri yaad aayi I am honoured Rani sa 😭 I love you till infinity ✨💗

I'll dedicate this to you , the regal royal vibes

Depth

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @eddie-brii @lonnitamongus @ultrabananapudding @blubary @tatjana-fantasy @oblivious-troll-main @ivycross @smile-sunshine-xd Now I ended up changing my idea of how to do MerCurie and I ended up making him some deep ocean deity(what a magnificent tail✨)

Thank you for your patience and clearly I'm not getting all my merpeople done in may so I guess I'm still open to suggestions so long as people are willing to wait for them because I want all my smg merpeople to be unique and beautiful(now having done one per currently out dark pictures game and curie my 6th mermaid will be Clarice)

Close up under cut

Bottled Oraung Medan for scale, also stuff just gets bigger in the ocean and Curie is beyond time do it just felt right for him to be well... Gigantic doesn't really cover it

And I left his eyes blank to add to the effect

This school year is going to be like Narak 😭

visto che l'unico momento della giornata in cui mi è finalmente concesso di staccare il cervello coincide con il film quotidiano del dopocena, sono molto disturbata quando suddetto film si rivela essere una ciofeca. tuttavia uno non può riguardare gli stessi dieci film in croce in loop. e non è un po' questa la sintesi della vita?

thinking about this again...........

(translation by @garland-on-thy-brow)

Jon. My man. YOU HAVE YOUR RIB IN A DRAWER? WITH PRENTISS' ASHES?

If you need defending, you won’t find a better (or more annoying) guy. 

I had a nightmare. Didn't remember having it when I woke up. But one or two hours later, while doing something random, the most depressing part of it suddenly flashed in my head. And everything about it came flooding in my mind with tears. i still haven't recovered.

Parlour wali aunty ne nazar laga di yaar wtf

.vent.

finito lezione alle 18:30 e alle attuali 20:02 sono ancora in treno e non arriverò a casa prima delle 20:30 🙂🔫

Ingwë gripped his mother’s shoulders and pulled her close to him, foreheads touching as he pleaded for the final time. “If I don’t return- if you cannot stay, Mother, if you cannot stay in the village,” and the young man could not articulate which dire outcome he feared more as more likely, that his tribe force his family out by a formalized banishment or the absence of communal aid or via the internal grief of his absence drive his mother to despair, “then you go to Rûmilo. You go to the Tatyar. The journey is quick. Is safe. You take the goods that I left for you, the knives, you trade. Phinwê left some pottery in your name. They will help, the Tatyar. And if you cannot settle in their village, go further. The next village is Elwê’s. His brothers lead. Promise me, Mother. You take Indis to them. Do not stay in this place.” Years of negligence and cruelty from his people forced Ingwë’s whispered words in a cornered snake’s desperate hiss. “Go to them. Elmo’s spouse is gravid; soon their first child will be born. A new mother will welcome you and Indis. Someone to help nurse, if nothing else. They have food to share, a place at their fire. Please, promise me.”

Crying, Maktâmê kissed her son’s brow. “Stop. This fear, do not carry it with you to the land of the gods. We shall be safe, your sister and I. We are provided for. Go with hope, my son. With joy and excitement. Explore this new land that they have promised with the same wonder that filled your father and I when we first stepped away from the lakeshore. The beautiful light when we first saw the stars.” Her voice shook. “When Imin lit fire and gave us all warmth and light. The Powers promise greater than that. Go. See if it is true.” A thumb smoothed away the deep creases of his brow. “Look forward, as a brave scout of our people. As Alakô’s son, fleet-footed light and sure, Star-beacon. A torch is for the unknown path before us. Look forward.”

Ingwë closed his eyes and willed his heart to steady and slow its rhythm. “I promise.”