Becca. 24. Scottish. Archaeologist. Writer. Sometime-artist and full-time knowledge seeker. Avid reader. Aspiring poet. Enthusiastic dancer.
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so basically i despise being on this side of tumblr these days and so... will not be any more
peace out frands xoxo
#look i only ever log onto this blog to nope out again so#i'm calling tumblr done#ciaaoooo#those of you that know me can grab me on facebook or we
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#eliot spencer#alec hardison#chaos#quinn#LOOK HOW MUCH DO I LOVE ELIOT AND QUINN#you will never know#you will never understand#jesus h christ#look if I had to choose ONE OTP#and i was never allowed any others#it would be quinn and eliot#fucking fight me
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hey tumblr u ain’t seen my face in a while and i’m trying to work out how to make my eyebrows look good with glasses
#age of the selfie baby we rule the world#and that obviously meant i had to do the rest of my make up too#you know#for science
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Vasquez: Did it hurt? When you fell?
Faraday: (grins) From heaven?
Vasquez: No, I mean when you fell off your horse. I watched you get your foot caught in the stirrup then you just kind of laid in the dirt for ten minutes. Are you all right?
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You’ll always have me, old mum.
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‘Is that really necessary?’ ‘The man put me in a coffin, Nate. A damn coffin.’
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when you’re so thirsty for new fic of your OTP that you can physically feel your standards dropping
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life advice:
never say anything to a penguin that the penguin has not already said to you
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↪The Inside Job
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A tradition
In peacetime, the ruler grows their hair long. In war, they cut it short. A ruler with long hair is held in great esteem, for defending the peace. The traditional declaration of war is for the ruler to send their cut-off hair to the enemy ruler. The statement carries greater weight the longer the hair: to receive long hair says that you have angered one who is slow to anger, that you have incurred a wrath not easily woken.
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