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Lyn: robb stark/space sphere otp
Whitney: in the game of thrones, you win or you go to space
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W2: Alice -- who has read all the books -- and I were talkng about the series, and I tried to name all the characters I could.
W2: Like, all the ones whose names I could remember.
W2: It got hilarious after about five characters, all men with short names.
W2: Jon Snow was, predictably, one of them.
Whitney: Jon Snow and Ned Stark! AND THAT'S ALL YOU GOT
W2: I got him, Ned Stark, Carl Drogo (I know that's not it, but that's how I hear it) ... and the boy is Bran, and I got that the king was Robert ...
Whitney: Carl Drogo sounds like a guy who runs a used car dealership.
W2: And I know the platinum space cadet's name is D---eris, and her brother's name is V----eris.
Whitney: Don't quote me on spellings: Daenerys and Viserys
W2: Dan Erris and his husband Carl Drogo.
Whitney: Dan Erris and Carl Drogo's Used Hondas
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Arielle: there aren't any puffins in silent hill
Okamiden - Brush Gods
hollowed-soul: Amateratsu & Chibiterasu Yomigami & Children Michigami & Children Tachigami & Children Sakigami & Child Bakugami & Children Nuregami & Child Tsutagami & Child Moegami & Child Kyokugami & Children Kazegami & Child Gekigami & Child I need to play this game. THAT LITTLE SNAKE IS SO HAPPY
East by Domashita Romero →
Twenty minutes in to American History class, Bethany Morrison poked him in the elbow and passed him over a folded up piece of notebook paper. He unfolded it and found, written in Liev’s familiar angular but neat scrawl, the words: “‘My name is Chris and I am a bitch.’ Check a box below to indicate true or false.” Beneath that were two boxes, both helpfully labeled ‘true.’ Chris looked over his...
Shousetsu Bang*Bang Issue 31: Wild Wild West →
shousetsubangbang: The new issue is live, live, live! We’ve got stories of all sorts taking you to many different wests! Read, enjoy, comment! Hooray, it’s out! My story is East, a story with a lot of pornography. Hooray!
Go to Wikipedia and click “random article.” This...
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Shousetsu Bang*Bang: So Much Gay Fiction For You... →
shousetsubangbang: If you’re new to Shousetsu Bang*Bang, you might not realize we have a MASSIVE archive of stories for you to read. Five and a half years worth, even! And some lovely pictures to look at, too! The issue index has everything sorted by the various themes we run, which range from Schoolboys to This is my baby!
You Can Make It Up: Alec Baldwin Attends A Pancake... →
It should be pointed out that Alec Baldwin was wearing American flag parachute pants and a leather jacket with the Looney Tunes embroidered on the back and he still looked great. Also: just kidding, no he wasn’t, he was wearing a perfect suit. Come on. Wordlessly, one of his handlers put a crystal tumbler of single malt scotch. Alec Baldwin stood behind the podium for a moment doing that...
Sealed with a kiss: How the mafia makes a deal →
The long and passionate kiss between the two young men continued for several seconds, as onlookers gawped and photographers snapped incessantly. Their lips finally parted when police officers yanked one man away and shoved him into a waiting police car. IT AIN’T GAY IF IT’S THE MOB, BABY
I am getting the hang of this thing but today I typed in ‘yumblr’ so I guess I was just hungry.
Sloshed: Maybe We Should Be Judging Wines by Their... →
My liquor store has helpful descriptive placards under every bottle of wine… but I am totally guilty of buying a bottle because it’s shaped like a fish or whatever. AND I SHAN’T BE JUDGED.
Cider Sangria →
I want to make this pretty bad. I wonder if my liquor store has ice cider. Just the words “ice cider” sound fantastic.
Why Emma Watson Really Left Brown →
That night she went to a party. Everyone was drinking beer. Emma didn’t like beer. For a while she pictured herself at the café at the Tate Modern splitting a bottle of Prosecco and a tuna tartare with Daniel and Rupert. It made her miss them. She took out her phone to send them a text. “Hey lads,” she had written when a guy bumped into her. “Pardon me,” she said. He was cute. “It’s Ok,”...
I think I’m figuring out tumblr but I keep typing it as ‘tumbler’ so I think that still marks me as one of The Olds.
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The only time I’ve touched tumblr before was to make this thing, which trust me, is HILARIOUS.
ARGH WHAT IS TUMBLR