the-fandom-queen-of-skaia:

shazelblue:

what if saliva was just ur taste buds jerking off to attractive food

I tried to scroll.

I tried so fucking hard.

laughinggaschamber:

Things that make me fall asleep really fast.

• when someone hums quietly.
• when my hair gets played with.
• when someone whispers a story to me.
• when someone traces my skin.
• chloroform. 

Do you know what I want?

A website where people can upload tv shows and you can just watch them without having to download them or sign up or get any stupid freaking viruses. 

juST ONE SITE PLEASE.

theloupgaroux:

 #*RIPS OFF SHIRT SCREAMING KHALEESI*

moffnat:

googlehomo:

I only wanna be hot so I can be rude and antisocial and mysterious and get away with it

icomefromdownworld:

the cat that just casually fucking hiccuped and probably summoned the dark lord

omg the way that last baby hops!

The mama’s all embarrassed, “oh my god! I am so so sorry they don’t usually behave like this, they’re good kids really…”

i’m laughing so hard 

I’M SO DONE

I’ve reblogged this before but I’ll reblog it everytime it comes up on my dash

color meme → game of thrones + primary colors

jaimelannister:

Craven, Jaime thought, as Brienne fought to stifle her moans. Can it be? They took my sword hand. Was that all I was, a sword hand? Gods be good, is it true? The wench had the right of it. He could not die. Cersei was waiting for him. She would have need of him. And Tyrion, his little brother, who loved him for a lie. And his enemies were waiting too; the Young Wolf who had beaten him in the Whispering Wood and killed his men around him, Edmure Tully who had kept him in darkness and chains, these Brave Companions. When morning came, he made himself eat. They fed him a mush of oats, horse food, but he forced down every spoon. He ate again at evenfall, and the next day. Live, he told himself harshly, when the mush was like to gag him, live for Cersei, live for Tyrion. Live for vengeance. A Lannister always pays his debts.

nowimustrinse:

I thought television was for entertainment not emotional trauma

“Yesterday, Jennifer showed up an hour before call time and as she opened the door she was like ‘Mark I want to cut it all off.’ I was like ‘What? Are we allowed to do that?’ And she said ‘Of course, it’s my hair!’”

Jennifer arriving at the GLAAD Awards.