DAY 12 - WHAT YOU LEARN HERE WILL LAST YOU A LIFETIME

DID THEY JOIN THE COLLEGE OF WINTERHOLD?: nah a group of mages that large with that little literal cutthroat politics weirds him out 

IF NO…

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE COLLEGE?:it seems to him a very boring life compared to the telvanni mages. he also doesnt understand the purpose of having it in the middle of fucking siberia 

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT MAGIC ON THE WHOLE?: he’s spent his entire life really surrounded by preciousmurdermagedarlings it’s really just the same old to him at this point

NAKED NORD PANTS

(Source: eyeslikeopen-doors)

No I’m not trying to come in early because you made the mistake of not sleeping for the past day

I’m not getting in trouble just because you fucked up

at the well below the valley-o

green grows the lilly-o

right among the bushes-ooooo

I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately.  Like is any of this for real or not?

(Source: giffingkh)

minimalistic posters [1/?] : peter pan

(Source: wintrsfells)

missstoicbird:

awwww-cute:

Our 4 week old kitten’s first time in the grass

I will always reblog this.

missstoicbird:

awwww-cute:

Our 4 week old kitten’s first time in the grass

I will always reblog this.

faeryhearts:

I wish I were on yonder hill;'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill'Til every tear would turn a mill.* Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,I’ll sell my only spinning wheelAnd buy my love a sword of steel.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I’ll dye my petticoats; I’ll dye them redAnd ‘round the world I’ll beg for breadUntil my parents shall wish me dead.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,I wish I had my heart againAnd vainly think I’d not complain.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…But now my love has gone to FranceTo try his fortune to advance.If he e’er comes back, ‘tis but a chance…Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…— Siúil a Rún, Trad. Irish.* Translation: ‘May you go safely, my darling.’Artwork: Siúil a Rún, by Vassantha.

faeryhearts:

I wish I were on yonder hill;
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
'Til every tear would turn a mill.
* Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel
And buy my love a sword of steel.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I’ll dye my petticoats; I’ll dye them red
And ‘round the world I’ll beg for bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I’d not complain.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance.
If he e’er comes back, ‘tis but a chance…
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
— Siúil a Rún, Trad. Irish.

* Translation: ‘May you go safely, my darling.’

Artwork: Siúil a Rún, by Vassantha.

oh gods why

ewylouie:

critical mission failure

I may just keep my description pls advise forever because it makes literally every title I could possibly have better 10/10 would recommend