i uhm
actually logged onto this blog to delete it but i have twice the followers i remember having when i left? what the hell maybe i’ll keep this up for awhile longer
h

Kiana Khansmith
$LAYYYTER

roma★
NASA
wallacepolsom
styofa doing anything
almost home
cherry valley forever

Janaina Medeiros
Peter Solarz

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Today's Document
YOU ARE THE REASON

Product Placement
Cosimo Galluzzi

★

One Nice Bug Per Day
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from South Korea
seen from Algeria

seen from Malaysia
seen from Angola

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Germany
@stahlwart
i uhm
actually logged onto this blog to delete it but i have twice the followers i remember having when i left? what the hell maybe i’ll keep this up for awhile longer

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
[ i still have this blog and i still want to use it but i also don’t want to use it, y’know? ]
Source: food-is-calling-me Follow for more: ireblogfood
Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave.
George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via booksqouted)
[ jaja! yo dije que quise escribir pero estuvo una mentira! jugue videojugos en lugar de escribir y ahora estoy cansado y me dormira. buena noche ~ ]

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
fuonno
replied to your
post
:
fuonno replied to your post: [ hoy es el día para...
que desafortunada… en realidad no creo que mi nivel de español es suficientemente fluida (?) para rp. obviamente no soy hablante nativo jaja. también por lo que yo sé la mayoría de personas son monolingües hablantes de inglés :/
[ soy el mismo, en verdad. bien... espanol no es mi primera idioma, pero mis abuelos y mi padre son hablantes nativos. por eso es facil para mi, pero no sé que puedo escribir bien. si quieres tratar escribir, estoy aqui y listo! ]
fuonno replied to your post: [ hoy es el día para usar tu idioma y no sé que...
he estado usando inglés para escribir mis respuestas porque es inconveniente usar mis otros idiomas pero… quiero usar otros idiomas!! es más divertido!!
[ si!! es más divertido, pero es muy dificil a buscar los accentos para algunos letras orz y eres la sola puede hablar espanol que conozco y solamente sé espanol ... ]
[ hoy es el día para usar tu idioma y no sé que hacer!! ]
stahlwart
Dusk arrived to the camp before Tharja, whose return to the Shepherds’s base was marked only by the glint of firelight off her gold accessories. She slipped into the gently lit barracks inconspicuously and quickly arranged her armful of gathered herbs and potion ingredients onto the table–a thorough day of collection was sure to pay off in her next experiment binge.
But the satisfaction didn’t last long–a significant item seemed to be missing from her array. Was it pinyang nut, or horse chestnut? She huffed in irritation, knowing she would have to spend a good portion of the next day searching, unless someone happened to be sitting in the barracks right at that moment with a handful of midnight snacks and a helpful disposition, the apothecarist’s son and everyone’s cooperative friend.
Approaching Stahl was an act that rivaled the stealth of her entrance to the barracks. Once she was close enough that she knew he would hear her low whisper, she spoke: “Late-night snacking is detrimental for both your health and reputation, you know.”
⋙ { ♘ } Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ( well, more often than Stahl would like to admit ) he was so easily roped into chore after chore. It wasn’t that Stahl didn’t like to help out, it was just ... He sometime realized how much he really did to help out, and those were the times when apathy hit him like a truck. He had spent most of the day cleaning some of the extra weapons -- making sure they were battle-worthy in case they were needed. After that, he had been asked to make note of extra supplies the army needed to stock up on, next time they were in town. After that ...
{ ♘ } Wᴇʟʟ, duties kept piling up on top of each other. Stahl didn’t mind helping out, but he did wonder ( on a rare occasion ) if perhaps some one wasn’t taking advantage of his helpful nature in order to shirk their own tasks. He certainly hoped that wasn’t the case.
{ ♘ } Tʜᴇ knight had lost track of the time he spent in the barracks so far, and had been in the middle of a short snack break when Tharja’s voice took him by surprise. He was caught unawares enough for him to lurch forward, fumbling with the snack until it unfortunately hit the ground.
{ ♘ } ❝ Tʜᴀʀᴊᴀ! You spooked me. ❞ No sooner had the words left his mouth than he tried to gain composure. He purposely avoided making the mourning of his lost snack visible -- especially after what she had said. Her words carried little weight for him ; he was near-constantly hungry, and every one already knew him for it. So he went with a more straight-forward response. ❝ What are you doing here so late? ❞
Medieval Knightly Sword
Of Oakeshott Type XIII
Dated: late 13th/early 14th century
Culture: probably Italian
Measurements: overall length 110 cm; blade length 83.5 cm
The sword has a broad flat tapering double-edged blade reduced at the point and with shallow fuller extending over nearly half its length on both sides. The fuller is incised on one side with a cross potent, and on the other with the Ottoman (St. Irene) arsenal mark at the forte. The hilt comprising straight quillons of square section, has a large octagonal pommel with circular central recess on each face, while the flat tapering tang is flattened over the top of the pommel. For a very similar sword with nashk inscription recording its entry into the Arsenal in the frontier city of Alexandria at the time of al-Malik Abu Nasr Shaikh al-Mu'ayyad in the year 818 A.H. (1415 A.D.).
Source: Copyright © 2015 Bonhams

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
╱╲╳¯ ϟ ϟ ¯╳╱╲—— “No, I have not.”
—— ϟ Cue a somewhat frustrated sigh, because Robin did not need this. She was going to put Stahl in the net upcoming battle, but that won’t be happening if he doesn’t have a weapon. Well this sucked. Might as well help him find it now.
“Do you have any idea where you might of left it?”
⋙ { ♘ } Iᴛ was obvious Robin was upset. Stahl couldn’t tell whether or not he was at fault, but at the very least tip-toeing around the subject couldn’t hurt, could it? He wanted to avoid making her any more angry, and if she hadn’t asked anything, Stahl would have just as easily dismissed himself.
{ ♘ } ❝ Uɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, I’ve already checked where it would be, ❞ he started, his mouth pulling to one side in an awkward frown. ❝ I really don’t want to bother you if you’re busy, if you haven’t seen it I’ll just go back to looking ... ❞
Source: thefood-blog Follow for more: ireblogfood
「 ❤ 」—— A SMILE MADE it’s way to her face, brightening at the man’s offer. She wasn’t too big on drinking ale, but she supposed that one wouldn’t hurt. It would be rude of her to turn down the offer after all.
❝ That would be lovely actually. Was there somewhere you had in mind?❞
⋙ { ♘ } Cʜᴇʀᴄʜᴇ·s smile was undeniably infectious, though Stahl wasn’t sure if that was because she had accepted his offer, or if it was merely a part of her charm. She had a lot of charm, after all, and that was the main reason the knight had made his offer in the first place.
{ ♘ } ❝ Tʜᴇʀᴇ·s a nearby village about a twenty minute walk from camp. They’ve got a really nice tavern, so dinner and a drink may be in order. Don’t worry, I’ve got enough coin to pay for us both. ❞
– “Eek!– Oh.. Stahl, thank goodness it’s just you.. Um, I think I saw Frederick carry one away b-before.. He said it was dangerous to let one l-lay around like that..”
⋙ { ♘ } ❝ Fʀᴇᴅᴇʀɪᴄᴋ found it?! I am so dead. ❞ Maybe he was just exaggerating. Maybe Frederick would -- no, as understanding as Frederick could be, there was no way the senior knight would excuse this sort of misgiving. Stahl was now reduced to a walking corpse.
{ ♘ } ❝ D - ᴅɪᴅ he say anything else? ❞ He tried to compose himself. It was no good to freak out like that, especially in front of Olivia. He didn’t want to give her a heart attack. One casualty was enough for the day.
❝True, true– You are a formidable opponent, nonetheless!❞
⋙ { ♘ } ❝ As are you, Gaius, but if we can avoid haplessly knocking over tables, it’s all for the better. ❞

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Searching || Stahl & Noire
“Oh,” Noire swallowed hard. There was always something nerve wracking about someone asking her for help with something, no matter how simple the task, or if she had been about to do it herself anyway. Someone asking her to do something implied that she could possibly let them down!
“S-Sure! I’ll help you find it, Stahl. Four eyes are better than two, I guess….” Trailing off, she nervously wrung her hands along the edge of her bow.
“Do you by chance remember where you left it last?”
⋙ { ♘ } ❝ Eʀɢʜ ... No, I don’t. ❞ The last thing he could remember was being so hungry that he couldn’t think straight. But that meant he had either dropped it in the mess hall, or on the way to there, and either the stress or his own fallible memory was preventing him from remembering exactly where he was before that.
{ ♘ } Sᴛᴀʜʟ never had an issue with being the absolute average in the entire army, but losing his weapon meant he was a worse knight than he realized. Perhaps even below average. That was a scary thought. ❝ Maybe if we just search around camp for it, it will turn up? ❞ He at least hoped that was a decent plan.