Tddl Tddl Tddl

tddl tddl tddl

“we’re leaving- rrgh. mmf. get over here”

cling

i can carry, but i can’t see

okay, i found the dragon. they are lying dead Directly along the main street of Winterhold, in the most dramatic pose i can imagine:

for some reason, the dragon that i just killed in Winterhold (and then left to visit my house, because i was nearly overencumbered) decided that it would be a good idea to, upon my return:

spawn in the sky near the College, and

promptly fall out of the sky, because dead dragons cannot fly.

while i was distracted by this spectacle, i walked off a cliff and died. when i returned, the dragon was nowhere to be seen.

we all love delicate things, a tenuous peace that we know can’t last, a flaw or weakness exposed, a brief moment of raw emotion from the one person who always hides themself away

we love the transient, ephemeral connections that hold people together

the back of their head is so hot

I do not accept complaints

cats love dairy (‘cause of all the fats) but as adults they’re mostly all lactose intolerant

so their human will try to take the dairy away, but it’s Such a delicious food that they’ll fight for it