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rabdeer:

Derek’s loft appreciation post. (X)




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cafai:

Drink too much coffee, wear lipstick that’s too dark, and never settle for a life you don’t want.




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deanismypatronass:

i-observe-dean-with-my-eyes:

Dean is 100% done.

ah yes the stop-and-blink

this is honestly one of my favorite Dean Expressions




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Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.




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lovesexdevotion:

That was so beautiful

lovesexdevotion:

That was so beautiful




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difficults:

modern angst story




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"I’m not joking. A man can go kill himself."



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stele3:

orionsnacks:

in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is

because little girls have heroes too

"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"

She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.

"I knew it," she whispers.

The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.

The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.

Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”

Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.




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mathsturbation:

were u not hugged as a child




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smth-blue:



Day two: Favourite Pairing
Wallpaper version

smth-blue:

Day two: Favourite Pairing



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sweat-spark:

sheisfartoofondofbooks:

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brianmichaelbendis:

Annie Leibovitz’s Disney Dream Portraits

I like how there’s just two pictures of Jack Sparrow

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I was going to just like this but then there was Jack Sparrow. Twice.

perfectPerfectPERFECT 




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