..but they also do good deeds for their fellow human beings, in this case the 45km Edinburgh Kilt Walk in mid-May 2014, with Team Outlander (Maril Davis, Kiera Docherty, Sam Heughan, Duncan Lacroix, Graham McTavish and Grant O’Rourke) raising over £3,000 for various children’s charities.
PIcs via He of the Fabulous Knees, Mr Grant O’Rourke’s Twitter and can I also go on record as being mightily impressed/slightly obsessed by Duncan Lacroix’s beard,..
he is in armor╰(￣▽￣)╮
i cannot breathe
none can breathe.
'Thorin has a strange relationship with Orcrist. He is drawn to it because of its obvious beauty and fine craftsmanship, but being an Elvish blade his first instinct is to cast it away. It's a beautiful weapon and fit for a king, but Thorin has an almost love-hate relationship with it because of his history with Elves. He realizes it is a very valuable weapon of the highest quality and Elrond says as much, but it's an Elf blade in the end and Thorin begrudges any favour from the people who withheld their help when it mattered the most.'
~ Richard Armitage, DoS Chronicles Cloaks & Daggers
"What did you do that for?" I asked curiously.
"What?" he said, straightening up and wiping his face on his sleeve. He felt the split lip gingerly, wincing slightly.
"Offer to take that girl’s punishment for her. Do you know her?" I felt a certain diffidence about asking, but I really wanted to know what lay behind that quixotic gesture.
"I ken who she is. Havena spoken to her, though."
"Then why did you do it?" He shrugged, a movement that also made him wince.
"It would have shamed the lass, to be beaten in Hall. Easier for me."
"Easier?" I echoed incredulously, looking at his smashed face. He was probing his bruised ribs experimentally with his free hand, but looked up and gave me a one-sided grin.
"Aye. She’s verra young. She would ha’ been shamed before everyone as knows her, and it would take a long time to get over it. I’m sore, but no really damaged; I’ll get over it in a day or two."
"But why you?" I asked. He looked as though he thought this an odd question.
"Why not me?" he said.
"Yo, yo, yo, 1, 4, 8, 3-to-the-3-to-the-6-to-the-9. Representin’ the ABQ. What up, biatch? Leave it at the tone!"
i will forever be dumbfounded by the SHEER SIZES of some prehistoric animals i mean
i still think HORSES are big but
cOULD YOU IMAGINE
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
"The harder I work, the luckier I get." -Samuel Goldwyn
blink-182 lyrics + snapchat
Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.
We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.
"How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?”
OH MY GOD SO MY MOM CAME OVER YESTERDAY AND USED MY COMPUTER AND I GOT THIS MESSAGE FROM HER TODAY AND I’M DYING
I CAN’T BREATHE
THESE ARE MY BOOKMARKS
THERE ARE TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE
MOM I AM SO SORRY
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