#is hers

[flower-swift]

taylor should buy tumblr

[ask-ghostly-mist]

I contributed! Flux almost ran into the damn mistletoe, but Ghostly caught him. No one else gonna smooch that dark pone.

[candy-corps]

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[ - and Nica is just like: YOU STOLE MY OTHER SUIT!

 - nevermind SHE stole that shiny stone from Kent hahahaha]

[captain-jigglypuff-blog]

oh yeah and historia

what the fuck’s going on there

[passinnotesinsecrecy]

my friend and i both found our future husbands today

[r-a-n-x-i-e]

oh gawwd look at how she smiled at the camera after DW proposed (yes because what i saw in there was not CJW at all) like she's saying "oh yeah! success! he's really mine now!"... aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!! this small gestures they are making everything single effing moment just kills me softly

[queensmaker]

The Evening Star by lit_chick08

“Oberyn!” the princess calls, and a boy comes running, water dripping from his body, his hair slicked back. Ashara thinks he and Elia could pass for twins, but she knows from her lessons that Prince Oberyn is a year younger than the princess, a year younger than Ashara.

“Yes, sister?”

“This is Ashara; she is my new companion. She would like an orange.”

There is no question or request in her words, but Ashara watches with wide eyes as Oberyn scurries up one of the trees, plucking a ripe orange and hurrying back down. She thinks of her own brothers who would have laughed in her face if she ever asked them to climb a tree for her, and Ashara looks at Elia in equal parts confusion and awe.

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