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I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
// Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
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grrm just sent me his newest draft of twow. bad news guys but the valonqar is actually jaime’s old hand which qyburn has animated to move independently like thing from the adams family :(
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"the over romanticization of death eaters has made the harry potter/marauders universe lose its charm," i say into the mic.
the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when multiple voices speak and command silence from the room.
"she's right," they say. i look for the owners of the voices. there in the 5th row stands: literally every character who is inherently good but overlooked by the fandom.
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i simply need everyone to understand that i am tired all of the time. literally at all moments. if i ever go somewhere and do something, it is not because i am somehow full of energy, but instead that i have carefully stored up all of my little bits of energy like a dragon collecting jewels, and am now vaporizing them all at once
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unrelated but one of the bad fanfiction lines that has been trapped in my head for LITERALLY 22 years was a beauty and the beast fanfic in which belle said “be careful, im a virgin in my vagina”. this has been on the tip of my tongue threatening to burst out of my mouth for decades
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I have a lot of respect for the guy who did the study about wolves, the one that came up with "alpha wolves". Because normally when you fuck up science, it just causes some delays and occasional pop-sci nonsense.
Dude fucked up science so badly he invented an entire new genre of pornography. I can only dream of being so influential.
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still thinking of how we didnt get any ghost in winterfell with jon and sansa scenes
Ghost was closer than a friend.
#because the dragons took over the budget?#literally why not just get a white dog#they wasted the direwolf#DIREWOLVES SOUTH OF THE WALL#FIRST ONES IN A THOUSAND YEARS#yea no its just a dog#also we dont really see him ever#bye
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am i being a little bitch about it or am i actually allowed to be hurt by that: a novel by me
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Moodboard for something in the works, mostly working off vibes for now. With @bettertoflee
Hermione began to inch away, sliding down the bookcase until she reached the aisle. She tightened her hold on her bag. “As fun as that sounds,” she said, halfheartedly, “I think I’ll be going.”
“Don’t I at least get one?” Cormac asked, his tone far too flirty for her liking.
“One what?”
The introduction of a new voice made Hermione spin around, nearly dropping her things, and very nearly knocking a nearby candle from its chamberstick.
She reached out and righted the candle before it had the chance to fall and catch. The edge of her finger caught the flame and as she pushed the chamberstick back, away from the edge of the table, she put the tip of her finger between her lips. When she looked up, Harry was there, eyes locked on her.
“All good?” he asked. Hermione knew to Cormac’s ears it would be in question to the minor burn, but that in reality, his question went much further.
“Yeah,” she said, voice quiet. “Yes. All good.”
“Oh, hey Potter. Hermione was just telling me who’s taking her to Slughorn’s party.”
“I wasn’t,” she clarified.
“Right,” Cormac said, raising his eyebrows mockingly. “She was going to let me guess who’s taking her.”
Harry glanced between them and Hermione struggled to hide her horror at the situation. She willed herself to say something, anything, but her mouth had gone suddenly dry.
Harry stepped closer and slid his fingers beneath the strap of her bag, the edge of his forefinger just barely grazing the skin of her neck as he took it from her shoulder. “That’d be me,” he said, looking to Cormac.
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its been said but grrm timelines are wild as hell. The Starks have had an 8,000 year unbroken reign? For 8,000 years. 8,000. Old Valyria rose, made dragons, terrorized the world for thousands of years, and exploded in apocalyptic fashion, but before during and after all that the one constant in the universe was the stalwart guardian of the horrors: a guy named Brandon frowning dourly at his notepad as he counts grain being put away for winter
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people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets
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The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.
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why do people think victorian orphans were like. the peak of sheltered pure innocence
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me sitting down to discuss asoiaf with targaryen criticals, sansa understanders, theon enthusiasts, elia lovers, rhaegar haters, cersei scholars, stannisdavos girls and infertile conqueror truthers
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All of these are by @mattxiv on Instagram.
Here's to all the shockingly single bachelor uncles or the two very close friends who just happened to be girls and are only living together until one of them finds a man (they lived together for forty two years).
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