Where Everything Turns Into Alcohol

Halló, ég heiti Guðrún Ísold Ingólfsdóttir, but you all who speak útlenska can call me Isolde. I represent Lýðveldið Íslands, or Iceland. I won't stand to you all insulting me in Vonlenska, though.

In a lifelong relationship with several brands of alcoholic beverages.


((Independent RP blog for Fem!Iceland. If you're wondering you KNOW that URL and all that sass, yes you know that xD
may be NSFW at times.))
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Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s    (via wanduring)

(via titanessofthenorth)

hellaisland:

eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash:

Really? Didn’t know I was so much like you.

No, I’m a little shit.

You see, trash no one really knows what to do with them, now shit can be turned into something useful, like fertilizer.

Nah, shit is just what comes out of your mouth all the time. 

Are you sure it’s not you spitting while talking, though.

blogofmissjoanwatson:

If you read the rules and information of a rp page before interaction, can you reblog this, please? I want to see how many do.

(via hellaisland)

Really? Didn’t know I was so much like you.

No, I’m a little shit.

You see, trash no one really knows what to do with them, now shit can be turned into something useful, like fertilizer.

myayylmao:

DESCRIBE A CHARACTER (REALLY BADLY) IN MY ASK AND I WILL GUESS WHO IT IS

(via kingofscandinavia)

Asker hellaisland Asks:
Heard you were talking trash.
eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash Said:

You’re trash, so it fits.

lovesbrol:

eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash:

lovesbrol:

eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash:

 

Yes, ask him, he will tell you the things.

*nods*

He will tell me all the things that I need t’know. 

{ chuckles } 

He’s weak and I have no idea how he has survived one thousand winters.

{ pinches her cheek and frowns slightly } Don’t say that ‘bout m’lil brother.

I do say that about him, he’s weaaaak, so weak, he can’t handle an old bloody bar song.

hyggelicious:

eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash:

hyggelicious:

*grins, slowly moving the box towards Isolde*

Did ya miss me?

*no way in hell is she letting go of the box before getting a yes*

*tries to move even closer to the box*

Yes, I did. You’re my mom, of course I’d miss you.

Good~!

*thrusts the poor girl in to an iron gripped hug*

I knew ya would!

*faint protests of fake asthmatic crisis*

I’m gonna die. Feed my cats.

hyggelicious:

Found the perfect dress for you girls!

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Got ya matchin’ ones!

I hate you so much right now, mom.

I’m never letting you try buying shit for me again without a shopping list.

lovesbrol:

eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash:

lovesbrol:

eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash:

lovesbrol:

{ gives her puppy dog eyes before chuckling and resting her chin on her shoulder } Fine.

Ask a teenage boy, maybe he’ll help.

Aren’t teenage boys supposed to be all for older women.

I’ll ask Leif later.

{ laughs and nuzzles her face } 

Yes, ask him, he will tell you the things.

*nods*

He will tell me all the things that I need t’know. 

{ chuckles } 

He’s weak and I have no idea how he has survived one thousand winters.