Dunder Mifflin, this is Kristine

[daeny]

you’re too big for that now, sweetling ♡ commission done by CallistoAwe

[jedi-anakin]

But I want to come with you.

[bangurz]

[jaclynnicolee]

[thenatsdorf]

[sandersstudies]

My favorite part is when the kitty runs to the window and looks out like “the outside stuff????? It is inside?????”

[strawberryjellystuff-deactivate]

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[plasticsandwich]

@hungryhorsey2

[daeneryskairipa]

Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month: Queen

[mhaikkun]

once upon a dream

[alberto-rosende]

If you take Alaska’s genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There’s a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because energy once created is never destroyed. And if Alaska took her own life… that is the hope I wish I could have given her, to understand that anything in life is survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. So I know she forgives me just as I forgive her. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. We can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. I know so many last words, but I’ll never know hers. I’ll never know her thoughts in those last minutes. We’ll never know if she left us on purpose. But the not knowing will not keep me from caring. Alaska’s last words to me were: “To be continued.” And she was right. I must continue. I choose the labyrinth, even if there is no way out, even if we’re all going, even if everything falls apart.

— Looking for Alaska (2019)

[videoclubs]

favorite frames -> looking for alaska (2019)

[manolescent]

“Apollo e Dafne” in Galleria Borghese, Rome, Italy.

[hooptedoodley]

“To see Jane Austen’s writing desk, you have to go to the British Library in London. It’s in a glass case in their Treasures of the British Library display, across from one of Shakespeare’s folios and a few cases away from some Beatles sheet music. It is a very small desk, and foldable, designed to be easily stowed away, which it must have been often; Austen wrote in her parlor and would hide her writing whenever callers stopped by. At the British Library it is open, with very small spectacles pinned to one corner and the tiny notebook that held the first draft of Persuasion lying on top of it, splayed flat so you can see Austen’s fine, precise handwriting. Under the shadow of that desk, the disciplined confinement of her novels acquires visceral force. This much space was she permitted, and no more. In the display case next to Austen’s desk is Dickens’s first draft of Nicholas Nickelby, in a notebook that dwarfs Austen’s entire desk, with generous margins and looping, scrawly handwriting. It is impossible for me to imagine what Austen might have done with that kind of freedom, that kind of certainty of her own right to take up space.”

— The Real Mr. Darcy (via msfehrwight)

[nevver]

Darkness on the Edge of Town, Linden Frederick

[rosetylecr]

When he dies, she is nothing.

[chalamet]

“He will not come,” Kraznys said.  “There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.” And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. The harpy’s fingers had torn his features half to pieces with one slash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. “Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.”  The black dragon spread his wings and roared. […] “Unsullied!” Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. “Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see.” She raised the harpy’s fingers in the air… and then she flung the scourge aside. “Freedom!” she sang out. “Dracarys! Dracarys!” — A Storm of Swords, Daenerys III

[rubyredwisp]

Jason Momoa: Hahahahahahahahahahahhhahaha. I love GOT. Don’t fuck with my boo. Hahahahahahahahah @emilia_clarke love u Moon of my life ALOHA DROGO

[rosetylecr]

Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell they’re all just spokes on a wheel. This ones on top, then that ones on top and on and on it spins crushing those on the ground. […] I’m not going to stop the wheel, I’m going to break the wheel.

[croookedfingers]

[karenpage]

MOTHER OF DRAGONS.