“what’s The Point In Wasting A Perfectly Good Brick Wall When You Have Someone To Throw Against It,

The outfits. His sassy stance. Her looking at him as if he has gone crazy?

You honor, they will be the couple

De fiecare data când îl vad pe Ciolacu si îmi aduc aminte ca își salva pisica din copaci (era pe gard?????) si se presupune ca e preferatul la guvern împreuna cu Mickey Mouse (Ponta) îmi vine așa un chef sa îmi smulg tot părul de pe cap de "bucurie" 🎀😘

Cum mai arunc o privire pe statisticile curente ale votului, cum îmi vine să plâng și mai tare😍

You cannot convince me that Alec looks that much like Will. Like, I know it's cannon that they do, but I just know that apart from hair and eyes he's a literal copy of Maryse. I just know. Go look at the official art. Miss ma'am might as well have pulled a Zeus because Izzy and Alec look JUST like her. I will die on the hill that Will and Alec only share eyes and hair.

This badass morally gray woman for whom I would die really did say: My husband's meh, so I'll just kick him out of the genetic cocktail.

And I love that for her because the Truebloods really do have the best characters.

Alec and Magnus

I genuinely and firmly believe that fangirling over Malec, Solangelo and Percabeth should absolutely be at the top of anyone's priorities list. Do I have an exam next week?... Well...yeah. But exams don't make me happy and books do. It's as logic as 2+2 being 5, Liv said it herself.

1800s dagger, made in france

Felt cute might fall back into my geek era, and might reread every dune book and every LOTR book. If my blog turns into a wave of random sci-fi and fantasy obsession, don't mind me, this is my most primal era. Some people kill, I get mysterious and obsessive and base my personality on having actually read good books and not coho.

You don’t even know what type of a celestial being I will turn into while reading Ty’s pov for the first time, you do not know

Count the hours count the days count the years I’ll spend in that place

Spent my entire life trying to not grow into being my mother and being my own person to talk with my father once and realizing that we're the same person. We talk the same way, use the same mannerisms, gesture the same way when we're talking, and look the same despite having spent over a half of my childhood not seeing him.

Don't I just LOVE genetics?

Also, why is he like a grown ass man with a rocker beard, tattoos, black clothes and rings and a bike, but he somehow speaks like me? Sir? What sort of joke is this? You couldn't give me your bike? You had to give me your round ass face, knowing I can't grow a cool beard?

Mkay...