phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

the-internet-addict:

pottern:

don’t date someone you wouldn’t have a harry potter movie marathon with

That’s nearly 24 hours. I wouldn’t do that with anyone

…the weak are already weeding themselves out…

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gamefreaksnz:

Samus Aran Original Art by Artgerm

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capngorgeous:

screwtheatlantic:

We try to watch films together, and it starts off well, but somehow we always end up out of sync. 

i cant tell you how much this cartoon means to me…

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theyheardrums:

"Let me bring you up some breakfast."

"No."

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doodleforfood:

I’ve been working on my costume all month

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ghostpulse:

Shout out to Aragorn who had the best skeleton war of all time.

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super smash sisters

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"So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers"

 Jorge Luis Borges, “After a While” (translated by Veronica A. Shofstall)
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jessdrawz:

Another year, another thing to worry about

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thecyberwolf:

Link & Zelda Fan Art

Created by Cassio Yoshiyaki - Facebook

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joannalannister:

"a queen is only a woman after all."

Rhaella had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her love would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp. 

There was no tenderness in her brother’s kiss.

***

Relations between Aerys and his queen had been strained during the last years of his reign. They slept apart and did their best to avoid each other during the waking hours. But whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night. The day he burned his mace-and-dagger Hand, Jaime and Jon Darry had stood at guard outside her bedchamber whilst the king took his pleasure. “You’re hurting me,” they had heard Rhaella cry through the oaken door. “You’re hurting me.” In some queer way, that had been worse than Lord Chelsted’s screaming. “We are sworn to protect her as well,” Jaime had finally been driven to say. “We are,” Darry allowed, “but not from him.” 

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Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.

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