The godswife thought her a child, but children grow, and children learn.

letmedothis:

I just need to go down on someone

asshaiishadowbinder:

Somewhere George RR Martin is snapping in Z formation.

xasylaxnosferatx:

damnaveragesheep:

stripperina:

rachellgmh:

I love that these ladies basically sent these dudes howlers.

At work the other day, a customer tried to take a photo of myself and another dancer, which is explicitly against the rules of our club. I grabbed his phone out of his hand, deleted the pics, and then proceeded to text his parent’s mobile number a message that basically said “I’m at the stripclub and I tried to sneak a picture so now strippers have stolen my phone and are letting you so you know that I’m bad at respecting club rules.”

dude

reblogging for howler comment

xasylaxnosferatx:

damnaveragesheep:

stripperina:

rachellgmh:

I love that these ladies basically sent these dudes howlers.

At work the other day, a customer tried to take a photo of myself and another dancer, which is explicitly against the rules of our club. I grabbed his phone out of his hand, deleted the pics, and then proceeded to text his parent’s mobile number a message that basically said “I’m at the stripclub and I tried to sneak a picture so now strippers have stolen my phone and are letting you so you know that I’m bad at respecting club rules.”

dude

reblogging for howler comment

modern day GoT AU → Baratheon brothers

rnedia:

they booked a juggalo, not a juggler for my little cousin’s birthday party

he’s been doing whippets and screaming “woo woo” for 20 minutes

everyone is crying

headlikealamb:

Samantha and Geronimo

There are moments of extreme sadness that only a true love’s kiss can make go away, or, a dog double dutching excitedly.

bedfvrddvnes:

$ THE NEIGHBOURHOOD $ 9 FAVOURITE SONGS $ MINIMALIST $

Inspired by this post.

Please leave all credit here & don’t repost, thank you.

houselannister:

melisandre week  day 1: favourite quote

“She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night. She would sooner sit bathed in the ruddy glow of her red lord’s blessed flames, her cheeks flushed by the wash of heat as if by a lover’s kisses. Some nights she drowsed, but never for more than an hour. One day, Melisandre prayed, she would not sleep at all. One day she would be free of dreams.” (ADWD)

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