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me: *offline all day*

bob and eliza: we’re married

me:

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me, watching the end of GOT:

the beginning:

The middle:

the end:

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brienne of tarth every time jamie or tormund comes around:

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insp.

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@ian-van-owen

Merry Christmas, Dreams and have a Happy New Year!!        Thank you so much for organising Secret Santa @tasteofinnocencetasteofdreams  💕

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how does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman…

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@ian-grant

WCKD doesn’t stand a chance. The Gladers are getting #ReadyForScorch with laser tag at #SDCC (x)

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@ian-grant

NEWTMAS HEADCANON: Thomas and Newt become students of Hogwarts and best friends in school. Thomas is a talented quidditch player, while Newt is fond of taking care of all the magical creatures Hagrid shows them during their lessons, just like his famous ancestor. Together they are big troublemakers and a menace to all professors.

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Rick Riordan: Jason dies!

The whole fandom:

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@ianhardingmalcolm

DBH!AU   «My name is Thomas. I’m the android sent by CyberLife» «Oh…Fuck off, plastic prick»

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it’s easy to forget, yeah      when you choke on the regrets, yeah            who the hell did I think I was?

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Me when Thomas Brodie Sangster does anything ever…

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@ianhardingmalcolm  -dies inside-

 “Make amends! Repent for what you did!” The words tore out of him, his whole body trembling. Then his voice dropped to an urgent, harsh whisper. “Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery. […] Do it before I become one of them! […] KILLME!” And then Newt’s eyes cleared, as if he’d gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. “Please, Tommy. Please.” With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

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@ianhardingmalcolm Wilder and Ian making a band years later. xD

#Blessed

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“Oh nothing, just went to RSA, started a band, made shirts, it’s cool”

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“No! Don’t!”

“Get off me!”

“Please - Vera!” Arms stretched out as far as they could as feet struggled to keep from being moved. Fingers reached out, trying to grasp hold of each other, but every time they would get close enough to touch, they would get pulled back again. Rough hands held back the two struggling lovers. Brutes twice the size of them laughed as they found the whole ordeal hilarious - however, it was anything but. It was the newest ploy of Laura’s to get Wilder to do some work for her. He thought for sure he was done having to deal with her abuse now that they were off the island and he had done his month of prison, but she was a constant thorn in his side. And she spared no expense in making sure he knew she was there, forever pulling the strings of his life. It had been just an ordinary week for him when all hell had broken loose. He had been staying over at Vera’s after a weekend of court hearings of trying to take away the Island from his sister. When out of nowhere, a band of his sister’s goons broke into Vera’s place. “Laura wants to send you a message. We’ll be taking Miss Sattler for the evening.” They had informed him - but Wilder wasn’t letting them take her without a fight. And Vera wasn’t very keen on going without a fight either. The two of them fought as best as they could. Vera managed to knock a couple of them around and Wilder managed to get off a shot in one of their shoulders before the gun was knocked from his hands and they ganged up on them. Now he was struggling to reach Vera, to grab hold of her so that they couldn’t separate them. There was no telling what Laura would do to her. What she might have in store for her. "Don't take the girl!" Wilder shouted, though his words went ignored. That was when something snapped within him. They were going to take Vera from him - well, to hell with that. He wasn't about to let them. An infuriated grunt escaped Wilder’s chest as he elbowed one of the guys in the face in an attempt to break free. It was good enough. The other man stumbled into his partner and the two of them went tumbling off to the side, giving Wilder the chance to scramble back onto his feet and rush over to Vera. Their hands reached for each other once more and this time they managed to grab hold of each other, though Vera’s men were struggling to pry them away a moment later. Desperation was written all over Wilder’s face as he refused to release Vera’s hand. “Just stop!” He shouted at the men. “Let us go together! It’s me she’s angry at - let me go with her-“ A harsh blow to his midsection sent Wilder doubling over, coughing as he tried to catch his breath, however his hand remained grasped onto Vera’s, refusing to let her go. ‘I need the team.’ Wilder thought frantically to himself. ‘I need help.’ But he didn’t have time to call Ian or anyone else to come and help them. They had to deal with this on their own. Another blow was dealt with him, this time to his arm to make him release Vera’s hand. The hit did its job and Wilder gave a cry of pain as he was certain he felt his arm pop out of place from the angle and the way the man had hit him. He felt his fingers slip from Vera’s and he hit the floor with a harsh ‘thud!’. From the haze of the pain, he could hear Vera fighting as best as she could. Small shouts would come out here and there as she’d make contact with one of the men’s faces or other body parts. No matter how hard she struggled though, they continued to inch closer towards the door to drag her out. During this time the other two men had recovered and were making their way over to Wilder, but, while Vera was distracting her captors with her antics, he had found that the gun he had had earlier was there on the floor beside him. It was now clutched tightly in his hand as he tried to push back the pain he was feeling so that he could focus. The last thing he would want to do is shoot Vera. ‘Just breathe.’ He thought to himself as he took slow and steady breaths - like Ian had trained him since they had left the island. ‘Deep breaths. Fix your eyes on your target. Aim. Exhale. Fire.’ The footsteps neared and finally he decided to make his move. His hurt arm hugged tightly against him, he rose up onto his knees and aimed at one of the men approaching. Exhaling, he put his finger on the trigger and, a second later, he fired. Down went his sister’s goon in a heap onto the floor. Wilder then turned the gun on the other man and a few seconds later, he was shot and on the floor as well, withering in pain from yet another gunshot wound, this time in his other shoulder. Swinging around, Wilder aimed the gun at the two men who were trying to drag Vera out, but who had stopped to watch in shock as their comrades were dispatched quickly. “Let. Her. Go.” Wilder said firmly. “And kindly go tell my sister to f*** herself. I’m not playing any more of her games. If she has business with me or dislikes something that I’ve done, she can come to me. ME.” The men made no movement to do as he said, so he fired a warning shot near their feet. They quickly released Vera and backed up to the door. “Go on.” He motioned for Vera to come over to him and once she had gotten close enough he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him. “GO!” He shouted at the men. Out the door, they went and Wilder kept the gun in hand as he waited for the rest of them to gather themselves and follow suit. It was only after they had all gone that Wilder noticed how hard and fast his heart was beating. He felt light-headed and everything around him seemed distant - even the sound of Vera’s voice as she tried to get his attention. Eventually she reached over, grasping his hand that still had the gun raised. His attention snapped over to her as he finally took a shaky breath. “It’s okay,” Vera spoke softly. “You can put the gun down. We’re okay.” Wilder’s eyes quickly looked her over, everything rushing back to him at once as he realized she could be wounded - and, bloody hell, they had a dead body on the floor not too far from them. “Are you hurt?” Wilder asked, his voice shaking somewhat. It was then that he noticed he was trembling. His entire being seemed to shake. Vera offered up a reassuring smile as she pried the gun from his hands and shoved it aside. “I’m fine.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to her. “We’re both fine.”