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holybatgirlz · 1 year
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Hearing Joel talk about living on a ranch with an open field and some sheep while Ellie talks about astronauts like
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oxiiiii · 1 year
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Oh my fucking god...
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samijey · 4 months
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naaaah can we talk about how cute jey is making sure his bf a disappointed sami gets cheered by the crowd so he remembers how loved he is after losing them the match oh i'm a mess 🤧🤧 [x]
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bethesdas · 2 months
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i want rust cohle to—NO! UNHAND ME!
[gets escorted out the premises]
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phoebesbridgers · 1 month
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michaelnotholden · 5 months
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HOW TF DO YOU GET RID OF SEX BOTS AND ADS BITCH I OPEN THE FUCKING APP AND ALL I SEE IS "PLUG IN MY ASS" WITH HUGE TITS IM SO SICK AND TIRED OMFGGG😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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dubiousdisco · 3 months
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Fought a kitana player with kung lao and we kept throwing the hat/fan at each other at the same time all the time aaaaa
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cementcornfield · 6 months
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ok but like we NEED to stop letting stroud complete these huge throws????
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ponytailcoby · 1 month
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gendrie · 11 months
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what are ur favourite arya quotes? aside from like the obvious ones (needle was…, she who had been etc) deepcut ones
its never easy for me to choose favorites where arya is concerned because i like it all!!! but these are some (mostly) underrated ones that came to mind:
AGOT:
"Just so, that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a—" "—needle," Arya finished for him, fiercely.
"I'm not a boy," she spat at them. "I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell, and if you lay a hand on me my lord father will have both your heads on spikes. If you don't believe me, fetch Jory Cassel or Vayon Poole from the Tower of the Hand." She put her hands on her hips. "Now are you going to open the gate, or do you need a clout on the ear to help your hearing?"
"Put down the stick, girl," Ser Meryn told her. "I am a Sworn Brother of the Kingsguard, the White Swords." "So was the Kingslayer when he killed the old king," Arya said. "I don't have to go with you if I don't want."
ACOK:
The green water was warm as tears, but there was no salt in it. It tasted of summer and mud and growing things.
And as lords and ladies never notice the little grey mice under their feet, Arya heard all sorts of secrets just by keeping her ears open as she went about her duties.
She carried neither candle nor taper. Syrio had told her once that darkness could be her friend, and he was right. If she had the moon and the stars to see by, that was enough.
She filched one anyway, and ate it on her way out. It was stuffed with chopped nuts and fruit and cheese, the crust flaky and still warm from the oven. Eating Ser Amory's tart made Arya feel daring. Barefoot surefoot lightfoot, she sang under her breath. I am the ghost in Harrenhal.
Was that enough? Maybe she should pray aloud if she wanted the old gods to hear. Maybe she should pray longer. Sometimes her father had prayed a long time, she remembered. But the old gods had never helped him. Remembering that made her angry. "You should have saved him," she scolded the tree. "He prayed to you all the time. I don't care if you help me or not. I don't think you could even if you wanted to."
"I forgot, you're too skinny to push such a heavy barrel." "I forgot, you're stupid."
That night she lay in her narrow bed upon the scratchy straw, listening to the voices of the living and the dead whisper and argue as she waited for the moon to rise. They were the only voices she trusted anymore. She could hear the sound of her own breath, and the wolves as well, a great pack of them now. They are closer than the one I heard in the godswood, she thought. They are calling to me.
ASOS:
She should be more frightened herself, she knew. She was only ten, a skinny girl on a stolen horse with a dark forest ahead of her and men behind who would gladly cut off her feet. Yet somehow she felt calmer than she ever had in Harrenhal. The rain had washed the guard's blood off her fingers, she wore a sword across her back, wolves were prowling through the dark like lean grey shadows, and Arya Stark was unafraid.
That was the day without a dawn. Slowly the sky lightened around them, but they never saw the sun. Black turned to grey, and colors crept timidly back into the world. The soldier pines were dressed in somber greens, the broadleafs in russets and faded golds already beginning to brown.
She knew better than to try and argue. This was battle, and in battle you had to obey.
"She was the only one he loved."
"At least you look at my face. I'll give you that, you little she-wolf. How do you like it?" "I don't. It's all burned and ugly."
AFFC:
I am a wolf, and will not be afraid. She patted Needle's hilt for luck and plunged into the shadows, taking the steps two at a time so no one could ever say she'd been afraid.
"You'll be safe here," she told Needle. "No one will know where you are but me." She pushed the sword and sheath behind the step, then shoved the stone back into place, so it looked like all the other stones. As she climbed back to the temple, she counted steps, so she would know where to find the sword again. One day she might have need of it. "One day," she whispered to herself.
Cat had made friends along the wharves; porters and mummers, ropemakers and sailmenders, taverners, brewers and bakers and beggars and whores. They bought clams and cockles from her, told her true tales of Braavos and lies about their lives, and laughed at the way she talked when she tried to speak Braavosi. She never let that trouble her. Instead, she showed them all the fig, and told them they were camel cunts, which made them roar with laughter.
ADWD:
Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness.
"How long must I be blind?" she would ask. "Until darkness is as sweet to you as light," the waif would say, "or until you ask us for your eyes. Ask and you shall see." And then you will send me away. Better blind than that. They would not make her yield.
“You are Arya of House Stark, who bites her lip and cannot tell a lie."
"What man?" "No one that you know." "I don't know a lot of people."
"I obey. I can be humbler than anyone." That made him chuckle. "You will be the very goddess of humility, I am sure.”
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inima · 5 months
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why is every game either fortnite or genshin
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ahaura · 1 year
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just remembered i'm on my period
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k-ky · 9 months
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Makes me sick
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chadillacboseman · 1 year
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I am SO SICK OF WINTER IT'S 4 DEGREES OUT RIGHT NOW
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every-dayiwakeup · 1 year
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Why are my posts showing up twice... tumblr I swear to God
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azurascottage · 1 year
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Why does Disney seem to make more Olaf stuff than Elsa + Anna stuff? It drives me crazy
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