mother: Honey, come quick! The baby's first words!
father: What is it? Toy? Truck??
baby: T-T-Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars! Terrible and powerful Talos! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Talos, not as god, but as man! But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you!" Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children?! Your very lives?! And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever! Trust in me, Whiterun! Trust in Heimskr! For I am the chosen of Talos! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!
AU WHERE STEVE OWNS A PET SHOP AND BUCKY WANTS A DOG. HE DIDN’T EXPECT THE OWNER TO BE SO GOOD LOOKING. BUCKY CONTINUES TO VIST THE DOGS TELLING STEVE HE HASN’T MADE UP HIS MIND YET ON THE DOG, BUT REALLY HE WANTS TO KEEP SEEING STEVE. BUCKY FALLING IN LOVE WITH STEVE BECAUSE HE LOVES DOGS AND CAN GO ON HOURS ABOUT THEM AND HOW WONDERFUL THEY ARE
fun matching pins for you and your partner who lives 5000 miles away
how abouuuuuuuuuutttttttttt fridaaaaaaaaaaay???????????????????
yes friday after 3 mhhmm this would work
we need to hang out soon cause not seeing friends is poop
yes give me a date and a time and I will most likely show up with bells on and if I can’t find any bells I’ll find something equally as annoying and loud
Persephone as a dark and off-putting goddess who worries her mother by hanging out with satyrs and making weird stuff like pitcher plants and Venus flytraps. Hades being charmed and intimidated all at once.