The septon called upon the Smith to lend strength to Joffrey’s sword and shield, the Warrior to give him courage, the Father to defend him in his need. Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.
A wall of red-hot steel, blazing wood, and swirling green flames stretched before him. The mouth of the Blackwater Rush had turned into the mouth of Hell.
I was quite looking forward to work yesterday, I hadn’t seen the people I was due to be working with in quite a while and Saturdays are always busy, so loads to do.
Only it was boiling, and being the ridiculously frail human being that I am, I came down with heat stroke.
Let me tell you, it’s fucking exhausting.
Your body just doesn’t feel right, you keep vomiting, your heart is hammering against your chest and your muscles start to cramp and spasm every now and then.
So after running upstairs to vomit twice and shaking uncontrollably on the toilet floor I went home to shiver on my bed and pour cold water over myself because I didn’t have the energy to even get a towel.
It’s bloody hot, don’t you know.
Some Avengers themed cocktail recipes I played around with.
Also drink responsibly…
Now with added Phil
For me to sell pretty much everything I own that is of any value.
Yay.