fearbreeze:

The Tree of Ravens
        “…He heard the dark red leaves of the weirwood rustling, whispering to one another in a tongue he did not know. The starlight itself seemed to stir, and all around them the trees groaned and creaked. Sam Tarly turned the color of curdled milk, and his eyes went wide as plates. Ravens! They were in the weirwood, hundreds of them, thousands, perched on the bone-white branches, peering between the leaves. He saw their beaks open as they screamed, saw them spread their black wings… “
                                                                          — Samwell Tarly; A Storm of Swords

mcfassysmydesign:

[all by myself playing in the background]

mrbazluhrmann:

The Great Gatsby

“He threw all those parties, hoping she’d wander in one night.” 

i-dance-inside-my-mind:

So Abigail’s gonna write some fanfiction…
idk i’ve been laughing at this for about 10 minutes
i’m sorry
no, i’m not

lerrryyyyy:

Day 6 of 30 Day OTP Challenge: Wearing each other’s clothes

Weelll… that not-so-subtle unresolved sexual tension needed to be addressed somehow… :)))

cup-of-tea-at-221b:

Don’t fret precious I’m here
Step away from the window 
Go back to sleep…

baby, just say yes.

beguiledbythephantom:

just for a bit of fun…

spn-larry:

Definition of Supernatural in 6 words: brothers, Impala, family, pain, adventure, love