Make heard your cries of war.

ifyoufeelthatway:

tkaaay:

bigtimecrushonsomeone:

30rockasaurus:

fuckyeaaaah-xx:

iwannahavethelifethatyouhave:

jforjoelle:

last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again

nothing to lose. :))

Let’s hope

Why not? :)

*crossing fingers*

pretty much^^^^

i got nothing to lose. (:

Last time i did this my wish came true.

Norwegians consume 9% of all Pepsi max produced

Norwegians eat the second most tacos in the world, just after Mexico

Norwegians drink the second most coffee in the world, just after USA

Norwegians read the second most comic books in the world, just after japan

“My grandmother wove in me a tapestry that was impossible to unwind,” Vigo said. “Since then, I’ve dedicated my life to the sea, just as those who have come before me.”

Like the 23 women before her, Vigo has never made a penny from her work. She is bound by a sacred ‘Sea Oath’ that maintains that byssus should never be bought or sold.

Instead, Vigo explained that the only way to receive byssus is as a gift. […]

“Byssus doesn’t belong to me, but to everyone,” Vigo asserted. “Selling it would be like trying to profit from the sun or the tides.”

More recently, a Japanese businessman approached Vigo with an offer to purchase her most famous piece, ‘The Lion of Women’, for €2.5 million. It took Vigo four years to stitch the glimmering 45x45cm design with her fingernails, and she dedicated it to women everywhere.

Cullen and the Inquisitor spend a night together working on Inquisition matters, but late nights draw off the conscience and evoke an affection the stark light of day would otherwise burn away.

Cullen Rutherford x Talia Trevelyan

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Good friends, she reminded herself again.  They were just good friends.

She was sitting on the small couch in her room, leaned back against the arm with her legs tucked beneath her.  Cullen sat on the plush rug before the couch, reclined against the arm for support. Reports, maps, and inventories of troop numbers were neatly arranged around him on the floor.

It was late and he was down to his shirtsleeves.  The commander had long since shrugged off the fur mantle and armor despite the chill that lingered through the room.

There was a missive going unread in her hands.  A similar stack of papers sat on the other side of the couch, waiting with guilty presence for her attention.

She had been watching Cullen instead of completing her work.

He was intent.  The cuffs of his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms.  They had not actually spoken to each other for several hours.  She watched him pluck two papers from a stack to compare, scribble something on one, and then return them to different piles.  Sometimes he merely signed his name, a large looping but neat signature, and then stacked the paper off to the side.

He reached for a different map that lay in a roll a few feet from him.  The muscles in his back were easy to watch through the light shirt and Talia found herself ducking behind the missive in her hand, only her eyes peeking over the top, despite the fact that his back was to her.  He leaned back against the couch again with a weary sigh, his shoulder resting against her knees as he unfurled the map.

The touch jolted her from her reverie, but she did not move away.  She was almost ashamed at what a thrill the little contact sent through her. It felt like such a high honor that he had deemed her and her alone worthy of such close company.  Well, she thought it was her and her alone, but she was often gone for great swaths of time, so…

Silly, childish thoughts, her mind chided.  Stop this at once.  He’s the commander of your armies and you are leader of the Inquisition, not a girl and not a lady to be courted.  You haven’t been a lady to be courted for over a decade!

Despite the bullying from the wiser parts of her conscience her heart hurt.  It was nice to fantasize being something special to someone dear. And not so nice to be reminded of the harsh truths of reality.

“Cullen?” she called, voice soft in the old silence surrounding them and sounding far too wounded for the feared, powerful leader she was supposed to be.

Despite his fierce focus he turned his head to her at once.

“Something wrong?”

Whimsical Cosmic Creations Fit For a Mermaid by Martina Gutfreund

Canadian artist Martina Gutfreund’s obsession with creating art lead her design to evil into stunning mystical and cosmic pieces with a life of their own. Gutfreund artistically showcases minerals and crystals through whimsical and quirky jewellery pieces. Inspired by magic, from fairies to mermaids to even witchcraft, her work is a reflection of her creativity and fascination with minerals. Find her collection in her Etsy shop, The Spirit Nectar.

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