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my favorite thing about theon greyjoy (books) is that he’s a fucking asshole. even after getting uber tortured for years and losing his identity and just generally being subjected to the worst shit ever, his inner monologue is still so bitchy. all that shit didn’t make him a better person it just made him quieter. he is really still out here talking like that in his head. okay theon. okay girl i see you

atopvisenyashill

But there is nothing else that I know how to do But to open up my arms and give it all to you

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SpongeBob storyboard from F.U.N.

I know she hates you, but I think you're the best. You're my Gawain. You are the knight within the subterranean dark. You are the liberating weapon, the man who rescues girls from their prisons with a kiss. You move under a sky of soulless witness, and inside of your heaven your God is riding stoned angels, laughing, leaping. I want to be good. I want you to take me somewhere beautiful. I want to feel this boundless freshness inside of me unfurl, I am wet like an embryo, I need for adulthood to occur -- that enigmatic senselessness of tomorrow. The stars line up in immaculate orders. From behind the clouds, stars buck away from me like startled horses. The skin of your sword is a sclera. You know the most, and what you know you know I can never know. And your face is ecstatic, helpless while you split open the cell of my body. Powerless to the pleasure. Wet like a woman with the blood.

#mine #my writing #spilled ink

autosadist

imagine reading a romance novel and its everything you could have ever asked for, literature with substance, you are feeling so many things, and at the peak of the sexual tension the main love interest is flayed in horrific detail for like 5 pages before the story continues on as best as it can

#literally the anatomy lesson

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Little sketches of sansa

krakinslayer

can you still hear those rusty hinges

stromuprisahat

Two serving wenches stood beneath the sign of the Smoking Log, the local alehouse. When Theon Greyjoy called out to them, the younger girl turned red and covered her face. Theon spurred his mount to move up beside Robb. “Sweet Kyra,” he said with a laugh. “She squirms like a weasel in bed, but say a word to her on the street, and she blushes pink as a maid. Did I ever tell you about the night that she and Bessa—” “Not where my brother can hear, Theon,” Robb warned him with a glance at Bran. Bran looked away and pretended not to have heard, but he could feel Greyjoy’s eyes on him. No doubt he was smiling. He smiled a lot, as if the world were a secret joke that only he was clever enough to understand. Robb seemed to admire Theon and enjoy his company, but Bran had never warmed to his father’s ward.

A Game of Thrones- Chapter 37 (George R. R. Martin)

Hello, I'm Theon Greyjoy. I like to fuck, shoot and I smile a lot...