Filorian? Oh god. Sure he’s cool and all, but holy fuck, I’m going to die that man gets into trouble too often. x_X
Amarah. Aurthull would kill me in mere seconds.
…if Bill doesn’t kill me, I am going to die fat and happy.
…Yeah. Great Gatsby game.
Lucy Golding. A gun-toting, trigger-happy, hammer-wielding Templar with a thing for boots and cats, with minor trust issues. Well, at least I’ll be protected pretty well when draug and zombies and all attack. And she does have nice hair.
If Rethen doesn’t count then Link.
…Either way not too shabby.
Sintari, my hot warlock with huge knockers and a succubus. I’m pretty happy about this, not gonna lie.
hey Melzar, my hot blood elf mage, you doing anything tonight?
My female Dunmer Dovhakin…. >.>
This would be great if I went for girls.
*looks at Flower*
Not my first choice, but I could somehow live with that :3
Guys… It’s Skonder.
Tall bulky night elf Ozmondaius? I could go for that
i know not a lot of people add comments to posts reblogging but just gotta say you know what makes this incredible? the weathering on the costume and the location. Without these it’d be a damn good cosplay. With those… holy fuck is this real life I can’t hit reblog fast enough.
What a SOLID cosplay! Am I right? Am I right??
I’m a firm believer that there’s a perfect cosplay for everybody, and this guy definitely found his if the drool on my keyboard says anything.
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
This man needs a litteral balls busting dick punch to his sack that will leave him puking up his organs for the rest of his life.
He’s a horrible person.
This made my heart break into a million pieces.
Just more proof that they’ll let any asshole be a father, but it takes a real man to be a dad.
When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.
These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.
If anybody ever tells me that storytelling isn’t important anymore, I’ll show them this post.
Reading this I got a bit teary when I realized the truth behing the words.