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how i sleep every night knowing my special pretty boy knight kingslayer has been alive and well traveling the riverlands with the maid of tarth for the past 13 slutty slutty years

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Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs.

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“And my body is a catalogue of memories even I do not want to keep.”

— fragment iii by Darshana Suresh  (via down-the-rabbith0le)

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oh buddy it’s only monday monday

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Orlando Bloom, Sala Baker and Viggo Mortensen talking about a prank they used to do to each other on set.

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Thanks to a pair of a bionic gloves, this 80-year-old classical pianist can finally play the piano again. The maestro, João Carlos Martins, had lost dexterity in his hands due to aging and health complications. His face at being able to play piano again says it all. 🎶

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wish i could go back to eden and give eve a vibrator

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the way how to train your dragon completely ruined my internal scale for good and unique dragon design for the rest of time

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It truly isn’t the roaring 20s until wall street’s in shambles isn’t it lol

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I want this

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you’ve been raising him like a pig for slaughter

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Not to be gay on main.... But all I want is to live in a small medieval town. I'm the town baker. My bakery is my home and I'm always wearing an apron and covered in flour.

Nextdoor is a forge, and I am very close with the blacksmith that works there. Every morning I bring him a freshly baked loaf of bread. As I hand it to him our hands touch briefly. His hands are rough, yet they're so careful and gentle with everything he touches. I secretly want him to be that gentle with me.

One day, he walks into my bakery, he's still sweaty from the intense heat of the forge. In his hands is a small dagger in it's sheath. He hands it to me and tells me it's to protect myself if needed.

I take the dagger out of it's sheath. It's beautifully made. There are intricate designs engraved into the metal. It's so much more complicated than anything else yeah blacksmith has ever made. It must've been so time consuming to make.

I look up at him and with just one look I understand why he's giving it to me. With one look we both understand that we love each other. He leans in and kisses me. It's so soft and sweet, and gentle.

He comes by every day to get a loaf of bread and kiss me. We keep our relationship a secret. And everyone wonders why neither of us have found wives. But we know exactly why. And we're completely content with being secret lovers.

Is that really too much to ask?

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Supernatural : *ends*

Me, Tumblr, the entire world : welp it's over we're free

Supernatural : *one week later*