#take a second

[infinite-orangepeel]

joseph….we’ve talked about this….if u keep making those faces, ur going to put all of us in critical condition

[tired-beholding-bitch]

oh SHUT UP you didn't just pull the "let's run away together" on me that's so gay

this conversation is killing me

what's next, you're gonna find a cottage in the middle of nowhere? and make jam and cheese for a living like cottagecore lesbians?

[angoragoats]

Enjoy the moment

The beavers made me a bench

[foodhopeandlove]

If it doesn’t feel like friendship, it’s not.

If it’s not reciprocated, it’s nothing.

If you don’t feel it, you know the truth.

If it feels one-sided, it is.

Trust your gut.

[euesworld]

"Good morning love, take a second to breathe in the morning air today and be thankful for what you have, there's a lot to be thankful for.."

Wake up and know that I am here with you and I will always be until I take my last breath of air - eUë

[tobi-momo]

yall are prolly not gonna see me for the rest of the day just to let yall know

[stovmborn-arc]

a  plotted  starter  for  @rexaestate​​  !!!

 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍.  the  flaming  heart  of  a  black  stag  had  been  torn  asunder  and  soon,  they  would  be  no  more  than  ashes  devoured  by  the  fire  that  radiated  within  her  children.  the  dragons  had  returned  and  with  them,  daenerys  stormborn.  vessels  had  paved  across  the  narrow  sea,  fighting  the  waves  in  which  rippled  against  such  a  homecoming.  it  was  said  that  she  had  came  into  the  world  bringing  a  storm  with  her    –––    the  seven  kingdoms  near  obliterated  with  every  roll  of  thunder  that  devoured  the  realm.  and  now,  as  clouds  blackened  above  the  brickwork  laced  with  valyrian  magic,  a  downpour  had  begun.  it  seemed  almost  fitting  that  on  the  night  she  returned,  that  very  tempest  had  too  returned  with  a  vengeance,  laced  with  fire  and  blood.  

 footfalls  ghost  over  cobblestone  in  the  way  her  mothers  might  once  have  and  with  each  new  turn  she  takes  through  her  ancestral  seat,  another  wave  of  trauma  hits  ...  as  though  the  sea  salt  that  laps  against  stone  of  slate  did  not  hold  enough  of  its  own  fury.  amethysts  are  ignited  and  yet,  there  is  little  pride  that  swells  within  her  heart.  dragonstone  was  her  home,  though  it  all  felt  as  foreign  to  her  as  the  tales  that  viserys  once  whispered.  lilacs  do  not  know  quite  know  where  to  turn,  attempting  to  acquaint  herself  with  the  place  in  which  she  had  been  torn  as  a  babe  but  nothing  is  familiar    –––    not  even  the  dragons  in  which  adorn  hallway  walls.  doors  open  as  a  gust  of  wind  rips  through  the  battlement  room,  the  seven  kingdoms  painted  on  the  table  before  her  and  yet,  a  figure  haunts  one  of  the  chairs.  blackened  hair  is  kissed  by  the  daylight  that  steals  through  the  cavernous  mouth  onlooking  the  sea,  a  stark  contrast  to  the  silver  of  her  own  crown  of  braids.  

 steps  come  to  a  halt,  wondering  if  it  is  yet  another  ghost  that  she  can  feel.  a  grim  place  the  castle  was,  phantom  figures  of  slain  family  members  littering  the  fortress    –––    though  it  is  confirmed  the  form  in  which  hues  fall  upon  is  no  spectre.  evidence  is  is  given  in  the  way  her  hands  own  mismatch  hues  cloud  with  concern,  though  amethysts  do  not  pay  a  second  longer  to  tyrion's  and  instead,  allow  themselves  to  cascade  upon  the  man  who  takes  residence  here.  a  lump  forms  within  her  throat,  searching  for  the  reptilian  tongue  that  spoke  with  fire  and  somehow,  words  deceive  her.  thick  brows  stitch  together,  anguish  staining  her  skin  as  she  steps  forward  to  be  met  with  the  features  of  somebody  broken  ...  somebody  who  appears  to  be  lost.  i  must  have  fire  in  my  eyes,  she  reminds  herself.  and  as  petals  part  with  a  newfound  strength,  sentences  readily  stringing  themselves  together  as  they  form  within  her  throat  like  the  breath  of  a  dragon,  it  is  tyrion  lannister  who  steps  forward.  ❛  –––  your  grace,  i  believe  this  man  to  be  renly  baratheon.  ❜

[evilroselalonde]

seeing hs in the wild always fucking HITS ME