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lilygoat · 1 day

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Jsp3dart.deviantart.com

"Goth is Sexy"

#pinup #goth girl #deviantart #gothic pinup

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usafphantom2 · 3 days

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F-105’s Red River Valley North Vietnam 🇻🇳

#f 105 thunderchief #deviantart #usaf #vietnam war

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speech-son · 9 hours

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#johndave #ecards #paige spiranac #deviantart #sanji #pink pilates princess #meth fun #wanda maximoff x reader #no game no life #esoteric

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class-nation · 3 days

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https://dana-801.tengp.icu/yx/iBM0vlX

#johndave #ecards #paige spiranac #daniel sharman #deviantart #cindy tran #sanji #feminine beauty #university #pink pilates princess #stress #meth fun #wanda maximoff x reader #no game no life

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cybergirl2006 · 2 days

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gotham-at-nightfall · 2 days

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Daenerys meets the freed slaves of Astapor!

On the morning of the third day, the city gates swung open and a line of slaves began to emerge. Dany mounted her silver to greet them. As they passed, little Missandei told them that they owed their freedom to Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros and Mother of Dragons. “Mhysa!” a brown-skinned man shouted out at her. He had a child on his shoulder, a little girl, and she screamed the same word in her thin voice. “Mhysa! Mhysa!” Dany looked at Missandei. “What are they shouting?” “It is Ghiscari, the old pure tongue. It means ‘Mother.’” Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. “Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother. The chant grew, spread, swelled. It swelled so loud that it frightened her horse, and the mare backed and shook her head and lashed her silver-grey tail. It swelled until it seemed to shake the yellow walls of Yunkai. More slaves were streaming from the gates every moment, and as they came they took up the call. They were running toward her now, pushing, stumbling, wanting to touch her hand, to stroke her horse’s mane, to kiss her feet. Her poor bloodriders could not keep them all away, and even Strong Belwas grunted and growled in dismay. Ser Jorah urged her to go, but Dany remembered a dream she had dreamed in the House of the Undying. “They will not hurt me,” she told him. “They are my children, Jorah.” She laughed, put her heels into her horse, and rode to them, the bells in her hair ringing sweet victory. She trotted, then cantered, then broke into a gallop, her braid streaming behind. The freed slaves parted before her. “Mother,” they called from a hundred throats, a thousand, ten thousand. “Mother,” they sang, their fingers brushing her legs as she flew by. “Mother, Mother, Mother!”

By Hed-ush

#a song of ice and fire #a storm of swords #daenerys targaryen #fanart #deviantart

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avatar-firelordzuko · 2 days

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Stunning artwork 🎨🤗♥️