Avli and Wolf by Irene Munoz Source: http://ift.tt/2EMScOC

This reminds me of a story my brother made for two of his characters (more to follow).

riverwindphotography:

Cliffs of Burnt Sienna: Shoshone National Forest, Wyoming

riverwindphotography, February 2018

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This is How You Sound

“My politics are more important than consolation, so fuck your emotional support and #resistwemuch”

forndom:

© Forndom

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michaelbrunt:

Southern Oregon.

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I’m not going to apologize for being honest, nor stop being honest just because it makes you uncomfortable. I’d rather be alone with the truth than live a lie in a crowd

justapplyyourself:

Ecola State Park. Cannon Beach, Oregon.
(Instagram: @williambernardlucia)

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A Predicament

Writing a Horde-centric fic should be easy. They represent exactly how I feel about my own ancestry: a proud warrior race, corrupted by past evil, seeking to forge a new destiny. Hell, we even have the far right represented by Garrosh’s regime: an uber masculine authoritarian regime that, while claiming to abhor the corruption of old, besmirches the name of the race with new and worse evils for the present, all the while claiming to represent a return to traditionalism.

But for some reason, I can’t. Maybe it’s difficult for me to defend any thing that Sylvanas has done since, I don’t know, ever! And now that she’s warchief and her first act was to basically besmirch the meaning of “Lok’tar Ogar”, what she stands for is the old Horde: the Horde of Blackhand, Gul’dan, and Garrosh.