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Happy 66th nameday, George Raymond Richard Martin! (20/09/1948)

Happy 66th nameday, George Raymond Richard Martin! (20/09/1948)

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makingfunofthestarks:

House words of GRRM: We Take Our Time.

potterstargleewho:

pandaimamonster:

that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:

pinknailpolishhh:

classylane:

half of tumblr can’t reblog this
lol.

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I’m ashamed of half of tumblr then…

There should be way more notes on this.

potterstargleewho:

pandaimamonster:

that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:

pinknailpolishhh:

classylane:

half of tumblr can’t reblog this

lol.

I’m ashamed of half of tumblr then…

There should be way more notes on this.

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notmargaery:

*university voice* unfortunately… we have too much money… so we have to raise tuition so we can build a place to keep all the other money in… so sorry unavoidable

There’s a beast in every man and it stirs when you insult Sansa Stark.

- Me (holding a candle standing in front of a mirror in a dark room wearing a hooded cape)

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Reblog if one of your favorite characters has ever died.

cutevictim:

marilynmay:

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jaimeandbrienneappreciationweek:

                     Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!                                 
                                                                 My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!
                     And off they went, from here to there,     
                                                             The bear, the bear, and the maiden fair.

September 28th - October 4th

Verily it was that during the dark times of the Troll Attacks that the fandom of The Wench and The Kingslayer did come together and degree that there should be merriment throughout the fandom. And lo a council was commissioned and together they did produce the idea that a week long celebration should take place to admire the ugly sow and annoying princess AS WELL as admiring the fruits of their subject’s labors.

Therefore, after tireless trials the Week of Jaime & Brienne Appreciation was formed as thus;

Sept 28 - Moment you fell in love…
Sept 29 - One Quote
Sept 30 - Favorite Symbolism
Oct 1 - One Scene
Oct 2 - One AU
Oct 3 - Favorite thought one has about the other
Oct 4 - Wild Card - whatever you want

Allow the fruits of your desires to be that what you wish! Be it the written word, the artistic stroke, the musical stylings of various artists. All will be welcomed.

And follow this blog for updates including the tags and collections to which you shall send these products on various sites.

GOOD DAY TO YE`, and may the 7 bless ye` in all your endeavors . 

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doodlemancy:

I get pumped around the end of August. WHAT YOU ARE SEEING IS RESTRAINT

wishuponastardis:

Special skills: extensive Harry Potter knowledge, can watch an entire TV show in a week, knows words to every Disney song, can form abnormally strong attachments to fictional characters, Microsoft Word

communistbakery:

unicornthuts:

powerburial:

thecelloprincess:

theafrocentrics:

wow

holy fuck

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/08/16/us/ferguson-mo-michael-brown-and-darren-wilson-2-paths-to-a-fatal-encounter.html?_r=0

EVERYONE KEEP TURNING THE EFF UP!!!

do not let this die

communistbakery:

unicornthuts:

powerburial:

thecelloprincess:

theafrocentrics:

wow

holy fuck

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/08/16/us/ferguson-mo-michael-brown-and-darren-wilson-2-paths-to-a-fatal-encounter.html?_r=0

EVERYONE KEEP TURNING THE EFF UP!!!

do not let this die

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

-

You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell  (via tiredestprincess)

This isn’t just wow. This is one of those things you secretly want just one person to admit so you don’t have to feel scared to do the same.

(via chenny-chen-chen)

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inbalanced:

Me on my period: sings Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons for entire week

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animatedamerican:

maisiewilliams:

maisiewilliams:

on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with losing your right hand

or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well do you deal with latent sexual feelings for your sister

or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jamie lannister how well would you deal with your dad being an utter bastard with unresolved issues about the death of his wife

asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: INDIA

India’s Academy of Sorcery boasts an impressive display of flashy colours, from enchanted saris that shift colours sporadically throughout the day, to the lavishly painted exterior of the academy which is situated in a nondescript location along Ganges River. Due to the frightening rate at which the school’s ancient mango tree (jokingly nicknamed “Mammoth Mango Machine”) produces mangoes, students have to endure the perpetually evolving art of mango cuisine at least five days a week. Every year, to the students’ great enjoyment, classes are halted for Diwali to make time for various competitions that take place: firework flourishes and charms for upper-year students (bonus points if it doesn’t set any part of the school on fire), and lantern designing for lower-year students (use of animals, alive or dead, is forbidden).

netflixz:

driving past your old elementary school likeimage

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