Category: regular

myrandaofdreadfort:

agalleryofrpmemes:

SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss.
Send 💝 for a plationic kiss.
Send 💞 for a awkward kiss.
Send 💓 for a heated kiss.
Send 💟 for a delicate kiss.
Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss.
Send 💘 for a static shock kiss.
Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss.
Send 🖤 for a forced/harsh/firm kiss. 
Send

💚 for an eskimo kiss.
Send

💙 for a spiderman kiss. 
Send

💜 for a quick kiss.
Send

💛 for an air kiss.
Send

💕for good night/morning kiss.
Send

❣️ for a kiss to a specific spot. <insert location>
Send

💑 for a first kiss. 
Send

😍 for a surprise kiss.
Send

💋 for a random kiss. <receiver’s choice>

Bacause I need love XD

REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version

lokibannerpool:

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  • “Woah, when did you get that?”
  • “Who did this to you?”
  • “How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
  • “You’re saying this was an accident?”
  • “What a shiner!”
  • “If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
  • “I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
  • “Does it hurt when I touch it?”
  • “Let me kiss it better.”
  • “If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
  • “Another fight?”
  • “What happened to your face?”
  • “I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
  • “Let’s get you to bed.”
  • “Let’s get you to the hospital.”
  • “Why are you so calm about this?”
  • “You’re bleeding!”
  • “What are friends for, ey?”
  • “So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
  • “You need to look where you’re going.”
  • “I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
  • “Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
  • “Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
  • “I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
  • “You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
  • “I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
  • “How could you be so careless?”
  • “I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
  • “H-how many of them were there?”

a-creature-as-bright-as-the-sun:

Praise, praise the Netjeru,
That they may always be with me.
None is greater than your glory,
Your beauty,
Your forgiveness,
Your love.
Daily may I be granted your grace;
Daily may I be granted your wisdom.

Praise the Netjeru,
Who daily put the sun,
The moon,
And all the stars
In the sky,
So that life may continue.
Praise the Netjeru
Who birth our crops,
Who provide us with the breath of life,
Who provide us with life-giving water.

Praise the Netjeru,
And grant that we may be good stewards
Of your good Earth.

thestormlioness:

“Please Viserys, I am being serious, my uncle he is… he bends as easily as iron.”, Relena declared, her eyes pleading, recalling how her father had once said that Stannis would rather break than bend. “But he is family and I need him on my side, especially if I make him Lord Storms End, he will be acting lord of the Stormlands in my stead, I don’t need another family member opposing my reign.”, the young queen kept insisted. This dinner was important and within one evening the negotiations of weeks could be ruined.

For a brief moment the young stag looked around, her eyes turning to the left and the right, before her hand reached for the fabric, which was covering Viserys’ arm, pulling him into a smaller, darker corridor. “I don’t want to bad mouth my own family.”, Relena felt the need to point this out, as her teeth sunk into her lower lip, before the inevitable ‘but’ left her lips. “… but his wife is… quite strange, she believes my father cursed her marriage bed because he… let’s just say she thinks she is to blame for the lack of a male heir…”, the dark haired woman explained slowly, trying to find the right words while she spoke.

“And the Lady Shireen, she is a darling child and wise beyond her years…”, Relena explained, a sad smile upon her lips. “…but when she was still baby she got infected with Greyscale, she is cured but you can still see it on her face. Please, for the love the gods, do not say anything about it, don’t stare at the infected sink either, but you cannot act like you are purposefully ignoring it… just… just treat her like any other child, just pretend like Myrcella is sitting with us.”

“Of course not. You need as many people on your side then against” He stated, before he looked at her as she reached for him and leading him to a dark corridor. The small space made the distance between them even smaller and Viserys could feel his heart pounding as he listened to her speak. “Odd belief but hers to have nonetheless…” He mumbled.

“Don’t most people blame the woman if they don’t have a male? Even though it takes two to make a babe.” His features softened at the mention of Shireen and he gave her a comforting stroke on her cheek as he cupped it. “Of course. Shireen no matter her condition is a person, I don’t treat Tyrion any differently. I honestly don’t understand those that do. I’m sure she is as lovely as Myrcella.” He told Relana as he dropped his hand. “My father may have had prejudices but I don’t hold his views. I can’t after where I’ve been and seen.” He informed the young Queen.

“This will be an interesting dinner no doubt. But I’m confident there will be minimal problems with Lord Stark and his daughters. Well, Arya may be the interesting factor.” He pointed out knowing how the Stark girl liked to be ‘wild’ Viserys about to head out from the corridor and ducked back in as Cersei could be seen, luckily having not seen the silver hair poke out but she was getting closer and Viserys found his body trying to make sure they were farther into the corridor and he swore he had nearly caused Relena to stumble, possibly as she tried to follow him out. “Sorry” He whispered as he tried to avoid any physical contact between their bodies as he recovered from the panic at seeing Cersei walk towards them.

a-creature-as-bright-as-the-sun:

Dua Set, Lord of the Desert,
Lord of the Storm.
Blessed are you,
Who provides for his faithful,
Who overflows with so much love,
You must staunch the flow
To keep from smothering your followers.

Dua Set, Most Forgiving,
Who picks us up when we fall,
Who dries our tears
And kisses our wounds.
Who welcomes back his wandering children
With open arms.

Dua Set, who will never leave nor forsake us.
Dua Set, who will always be.

heofspeckledplumage:

Sometimes I wonder if I could’ve ever (successfully) been anything but Kemetic. 

To say it’s home would be an understatement. I truly feel that this is predestined: I am what I am meant to be when I worship the Netjeru. 

I got a reading with Sobek a month or so ago, and He said something that I still turn over something in my head: “Don’t fear what you are becoming”, or “don’t fear what you already are” (I can’t remember which). “This is your home, the desert” (or something very close to those lines). 

Someone once said that they weren’t one of the Christian God’s (child, person, worshiper). As someone who had been raised Catholic- my father was forced by his mother- this concept blew my mind. Just as we conceive of the polytheist gods as choosing people: as some being “theirs”, and others varying shades of not (from “yeah sure give me offerings, I don’t care either way” to “GTFO”), there may very well be those who are the Christian God’s- and those who are not. 

ofvelaryon:

with @notenoughmuses with ♡

             She let a smile cross her face as her eyes squinted for a moment and her nose scrunched up. “ That’s the problem. I find you quite agreeable. I just believe that if I were to dance with you, all the other fair maidens would get jealous and try to rip you away from our dance.”

          was she teasing the man? oh no. was she flirting? probably.

“Well, it seems I should make them all jealous because none can compare to your beauty” He told the woman, offering her his hand to take. “I intend to dance with you, M’lady no matter how or when”