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oh, what will men do for a face that could launch a thousand ships?
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spartablooded:
oh, what will men do for a face that could launch a thousand ships?
I am not your daughter, she thought. I am SANSA STARK, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the { BLOOD } of WINTERFELL.
❝ you are the { S C A N D A L } of italy you are the envy of italy ❞
“ FINE – but you’re missing out !! “
“ Can you imitate THE ROCK doing that thing with his boob? We might be looking at a fundamentally different outcome of this conversation if you can. ”
OKAY BUT LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER FOR REALZ NOW FOR REALZ
O P E N :
“ My abs are having a PARTY and you’re INVITED. “
“ ......... I’m gonna have to pass, but thank you. I feel HONORED. ”
❝ Most species bare their teeth as a threat, as a display of aggression, of leadership. It is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat.
I want you to think of this next time I smile. ❞
considering that there is a possibility of this happening, what would we be thinkin
okay but y’all what if i made a sansa stark
“Do you have any incest ships?”
-slams a table- when wiLL SEASON TWO OF FROM DUSK TILL DAWN AIR
үεs I’ve changed.
ραiи does that to people.
he’s rich and misogynistic by royla asghar
“You’re VERY good at it–those fake laughs, that tight smile of yours, the way you distance yourself away from that man. Paris. What a name. But it seems you’re not perfect at it. You still sigh and wonder how many MORE times can you hear that you’re a pretty little thing draped over his arm.”
It always seemed as though the elite were close knit. Old money. But when Melvin was just a child, he always imagined his father to be a pirate. Someone that would do as they please regardless of how PROPER it would be or how it would damage his reputation. There was always something more fun about a little bit of DANGER.
“So how long has it been since you’ve actually been satisfied by your fiance? whether it be emotionally, mentally, or the obvious physically?”
“You’re very good at it, too. THINKING that you are oh so remarkably bright that you have the unerring talent to READ someone, to see what no else else apparently sees. Tell me, is it easy to keep your ego that high or do you struggle a bit when you realize you have no idea of what you are talking about?”
he’s not wrong, and perhaps that is what makes her voice come out in such a defensive manner. say it’s a way to protect herself, to keep the truth buried six feet under. she looks at her shoulder, paris’ locks at a corner, talking to some right wing asshole about something that she doesn’t care ( it is remarkably clear why he didn’t invite her, for once: she’s been known not to keep her mouth SHUT when it came to immigration issues, and paris wouldn’t want her to cause a BAD IMPRESSION, now, would he? ). it brings a bitter taste to her mouth, one that she can’t quite swallow away, regardless of how much she tries. she never wanted this to be her life.
“Melvin, are you not? I’ve heard quite A LOT about you. Not all good things, though it seems to me that you would not care the slightest of it.”
after me comes the flood
“you should not know the BURDEN of regret. –to have sin thrust upon you for being desired, when you should be worshipped for being an INSPIRATION.”
“ yes, but you know how BOYS are. can’t take no for an answer and then suddenly, just like that, we are the WITCHES and the WHORES and the DOOM, and our names that were once was said like blessings are SPITTED like curses. ”
look at ‘em from dusk till dawn fcs taking over. n*Ce