I've dealt with a lot of celebs on here but Rahul would kill Mr
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am i the only one wondering how they got the valyrian wedding outfits so quickly? or do they keep those in stock in dragonstone for the entire family’s use…???
u just know daemon had those ready to go way back when he asked viserys for her hand.
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Seb and lewis wake up and cause chaos everyday i respect that
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Sorry to all my 911 friends that I will be spending 3 hours rewatching that ep of aa
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the solitary cyclist is SO funny holmes was like, watson im too busy to check out this woman’s relationship problems, can you go do it for me. and then he did and came back and told holmes about it and holmes was like. watson you beautiful stupid idiot we already KNEW all of that. whatever tomorrow ILL go. and then he went and came back with a black eye and watson was like. well what happened? and holmes was like. i got beat up. i won though.
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rip white boy of the month it’s thai actor of the month for me now
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Courtney deadendia *gives then a little kiss gives them a little kiss gives them a l-*
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𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚝, + jieun song.
tangled sheets + the remnants of the last summer sunset, record player thrumming the beat to la vie en rose ; the most romantic love song of the last century even unmatched when pitted against the look of love shared between the two. home is found in the most unlikely of places. fitting perfectly when embraced in the arms of her beloved, snort accompanying an amused eyeroll. “ oh, yeah, jack the ripper ? ” with any other companion, fear would have struck & sent her running. a fawn finding comfort in the embrace of a predator — sunken marks on the nape of her neck a testament to just how easily the demise of a poor soul will be at his hands & yet, she's nothing but all smiles. she's starting to get used to the bite of the nip, finding euphoria in letting go. anything for him. propping bird bones up on elbow, lips nearing his as a smirk mimics the one he often sports. she's picked up a few habits. “ what are you waiting for ? maybe i'd be a good sookie to your eric, ” lacquered digits trace his burgundy-soaked lips, pearly whites nipping into her own. “ or d'you just fancy me as your good little bloodbag ? ”
new favourite location, raveled up in sheets that bear traces of her perfume + shampoo alike / mother tongue croons distantly, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 : since when did he repent enough to find this brand of heaven ? digits & petals are a fatuous graze across vellum, mapping well - charted territory over, over, over again. ( touch settles on the small of her back, kisses alight at collarbone, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, an incessant trail. ) ❝ who keeps telling you i’m jack the ripper ? i covered that one up well, thank you very much. ❞ lush chuckle practically dripped against her own bitten petals, NO purview left between them. not when he dips in, steals another fleeting kiss. ❝ d’you want eternity with me, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ? like this ? ❞ permission, that’s how he operates this whole thing. all she has to do is ASK, + he’ll craft infinitude into bones he’s found home in, make her his in a whole new way. he’s picky like that ⎯⎯ not 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵 he extends to just anyone. oh, how special she is ! until then ... ❝ yeah, well. not my fault you’re so fucking DELICIOUS. so sweet, all mine. ❞ ( not a lie : her cruor is still nectarous against the backs of his teeth, craving sated + destined to rise again. )
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