The daily between good friends can be weird from stranger’s perspective, but that’s the wonderful part of having people that can understand each other without words ^_^
a darkened auditorium with 264 silent people in the seats. on the stage, me, sitting on a stool, lit by a spotlight, the only light in the theatre. i hold up a photo of my cat, 10 people applaud, two or three hold up photocopies of the same photo, the rest do nothing, watching, waiting.
I love this description of tumblr.
I am horrified by the amount of YouTube tabs that are open.
Actually, Morays can’t live in creeks because it’s too freshwater for them to survive long. They need to live in brackish environments in order to live a healthy life.
when u swim in a brackish environment and an eel bites ur cheek
I’d love to see fanart of Solas comforting Cole in a fatherly hug. Cole’s large hat has been removed by Solas to allow him to draw him close, and it’s now dangling behind Cole’s back in Solas’ gentle hands as he hugs him close. Solas’ chin rests upon the top of Cole’s head while he holds him until his fears have passed.
I adore their friendship and how Solas looks after him.
Look. I know a slightly chewed up flower isn’t quite on par with those brandy barrels alpine rescue dogs purportedly have, but someone might need an emergency flower or something. It could happen.