They Were Rivals

I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.

I can’t get over “and comes fucks me”.

This video ruined all those aesthetic photos of fog for me. I can’t see a foggy landscape without this video playing in my head.

It’s Comes Fucks Me Wednesday babes

i can't express how absolutely important it is that when you make an edgy, brooding, badass character who's tough as nails and good at fighting and whatever, you HAVE to give them at least one reason to become completely helpless and pathetic. you have a panic attack quota to fulfill.

RULE NO. 1 OF WOUND CARE: ignore itttt :33

DO NOT

RULE NO. 2 OF WOUND CARE: go swimming!! in a pond or especially a public pool :)

WHO TF ARE YOU?!?!?!