[tls123]

and she can kiss a man or slit his throat.

 a storm of swords, george r. r. martin (via rhodestark)

[rppanda]

Give me the title of a series and I’ll fill out the list!

Favorite character:

Worst character:

OTP:

NOTP:

Greatest emotional moment:

Most excitable moment:

Favorite series trope:

Series pet peeve:

Opinion on the writing:

Overall review of series:

[awbuckyno]

[abcfamilydaily]

[moonwaif]

I’m always a slut for

the friends-to-lovers trope™

[theliarsdaily]

[absolutelynots]

[barbarashershey]

“You’re acting like a child.”

[dontwantyourb-ody]

Catching feelings is bullshit. I’m just eating french fries why i gotta think about kissing you? Fuck you

[noshelterbutme]

[fuckboyzuko]

If a guy ever spreads a rumor that he slept with you, don’t deny it. One, because there will always be people who think it’s true, and two, because that dumbass boy just handed you the power to say anything you want about what he’s like in bed, and people will believe it. Say he bleats like a sheep when he orgasms. Say he couldn’t get it up until he watched an old Billy Mays infomercial. The power is yours.

[killingyves]

1x06 | 3x07

[vhsmeme]

* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

[buffonias]

[roryrps]

[griefisms-archive-deactivated20]

locked outside your apartment in your underwear and have to ask your cute neighbor for help au.

[sometypeofblog]

I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via d-a-r-k-symphony)