Janine. 18. So flippin' fresh she can grow flowers on her face. (⊙‿⊙✿)
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all-things-yumikuri:

What if years pass after Krista becomes queen and Ymir hasnt come back and she’s too tired to be angry… she’s forgiven her, and one day a messenger arrives informing Krista that there is someone waiting for her and he says, rather confused, “She wouldn’t tell me her name but told me to tell you that she’ll always be on your side.” And then Krista begins to cry.

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That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was strong for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time they reached the top.
He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.
“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.
“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?”
Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.

That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was strong for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time they reached the top.

He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.

“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.

“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?”

Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”

“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.

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clairedraws:

[crashes into your living room] RICHARD AYOADE!AZIRAPHALE [accidentally breaks your fine porcelain] SENDHIL RAMAMURTHY!CROWLEY [tries to fix everything with duct tape] WHY CAN’T I COME UP WITH FANCASTS LIKE THESE ON MY OWN

clairedraws:

[crashes into your living room] RICHARD AYOADE!AZIRAPHALE [accidentally breaks your fine porcelain] SENDHIL RAMAMURTHY!CROWLEY [tries to fix everything with duct tape] WHY CAN’T I COME UP WITH FANCASTS LIKE THESE ON MY OWN

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spaceysquid:

whos planning on getting high tomorrow?? not me because im not a DISAPPOINTMENT TO JESUS

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