Just Spoon Me.

I collect plugs.

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brandomarlons:

He breaks into sobs. Then he goes to the phone and dials, still shuddering with sobs…Finally, Stanley stumbles half dressed out to the porch and down the wooden steps to the pavement before the building. There he throws back his head like a baying hound and bellows his wife’s name:

Stella! Stella, sweetheart! Stella! STELLAAAAAAA!

(via thatwetshirt)

Filed under a streetcar named desire Marlon Brando

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raindropstumble:

Tortall Fancast
Princess Thayet jian Wilima/Queen Thayet of Tortall: Morena Baccarin
"She was also the most beautiful female Alanna had ever seen. Her face - particularly her nose - was strong-boned; her hazel eyes were deep-set under even brows; her chin was determined. Her mouth was naturally red, accented by ivory skin. She wore her jet-black hair pulled into a knot. - Lioness Rampant, pg.73

raindropstumble:

Tortall Fancast

Princess Thayet jian Wilima/Queen Thayet of Tortall: Morena Baccarin

"She was also the most beautiful female Alanna had ever seen. Her face - particularly her nose - was strong-boned; her hazel eyes were deep-set under even brows; her chin was determined. Her mouth was naturally red, accented by ivory skin. She wore her jet-black hair pulled into a knot. - Lioness Rampant, pg.73

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songsofwolves:

Her hair was a mane of jet-black ringlets that fell to the small of her back, and around her brow was a band of copper suns. Where the Sand Snakes were tall, Arianne took after her mother, who stood but five foot two. She is still a little thing, the captain thought. Yet beneath her jewelled girdle and loose layers of flowing purple silk and yellow samite she had a woman’s body, lush and roundly curved.

*happy birthday m

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Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

(Source: jmssmcavoy, via captnstevenrogers)

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