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➢ lit edit: endless list of favourite characters ♡ ronan lynch
“And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped.”
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She was Daenerys Stormborn, the unburnt, khaleesi and queen, mother of dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.
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xanadu, el salvador | original photography by oswaldo martinez via unsplash
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(1) Nuno Antunes (2) Gonçalo (3) Einar Ingi Sigmundsson (4) Connor Dugan
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This has potentially international implications. I’m talking a full-on Russian invasion right here in Hawkins. Do you have any proof of this?
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― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King
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“I remember,” Gansey said thoughtfully to Ronan, “when you used to smell like this.”
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“Sansa, would you like to visit Highgarden?” When Margaery Tyrell smiled, she looked very like her brother Loras. “All the autumn flowers are in bloom just now, and there are groves and fountains, shady courtyards, marble colonnades. My lord father always keeps singers at court, sweeter ones than Butters here, and pipers and fiddlers and harpers as well. We have the best horses, and pleasure boats to sail along the Mander. Do you hawk, Sansa?” “A little,” she admitted. “OH, SWEET SHE WAS, AND PURE, AND FAIR! THE MAID WITH HONEY IN HER HAIR!” “You will love Highgarden as I do, I know it.” Margaery brushed back a loose strand of Sansa’s hair. “Once you see it, you’ll never want to leave. And perhaps you won’t have to.”
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