#Officer rock

[nakeddeparture]

Holetown, Barbados. Court Update on Jane Goddard; Derek Crawford; and Officer Rock.

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[moodboardmix]

Courtesy: @archiphilia

[rocketrouquine]

Excuse me ? What ? WHAT ?!!! Common ground ? WHAT ????!!!

[youngmoviemaker]

It could be real . . . @bamsara

[spaltedrat]

millymeryl things

[sofiaruelle]

🤟🤟🤟

[vintagehomecollection]

100 Designers' Favorite Rooms, 1994

[dipperscavern]

Can i request Robb Stark with reader who doesn’t like the cold/gets cold easily?

absolutely!! thank you sm for the ask <3

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

you’ve always hated the cold. ironic, considering you live in the north, but it’s true. the heat you can handle. sure, it’s annoying, but you can function. but when you’re cold, all you can think about is the last time you were warm.

the only times you’ll brave the cold are to go to the godswood (and pray for warmth), to hunt, and to ride. anything else can either wait until the sun makes its appearance, or can be done inside the warm halls of winterfell. those are your exceptions.

okay, well, when you said hunting — you meant by yourself. maybe theon. you did not mean the entire royal hunting party of winterfell.

your first response was to deny the invitation to the day-long affair of bracing the cold, but you’re the best archer in winterfell. they need you. and ned stark himself asked you to come, so here you were. trudging through the wolfswood, draped in furs & freezing your arse off.

“I can’t believe she’s doin’ it. Look at her..” theon murmurs to robb. robb nods, the corners of his lips tugging up in a smirk as he watches you.

you’re tightly wound, trying to conserve what little warmth you have. you practically radiate dislike, and theons got bets on how long you’ll last until you call upon the old gods to strike the entire forest down (midday). your horse doesn’t carry your disdain for the snow. having been bred for the cold, it dutifully marches on — allowing you to hug yourself tightly, conserving what little warmth you have.

robb’s brows pinch in sympathy knowing your misery, but he can’t help the silent thanks he gives to the gods for dragging you out here. to rectify that, he sends a silent prayer to ask that the stag that was spotted is caught quickly, so you can retreat back to the heated halls of winterfell. he’s not entirely selfish.

apparently the gods are not taking prayers today.

every time the scent is picked up or tracks are spotted, they’re lost just as easily. even greywind isn’t having any luck — but then again, he’s barely the size of a dog. even so, robb can see your resolve withering. he attempts to fix it, draping his outermost layered fur coat over you. you lightly shiver, sighing as you feel the extra layer work to trap more of your warmth.

“I owe you my life.”

“You’ll be alright. ‘S not too bad out ‘ere.”

his attempts at making the cold seem better than it actually is only result in you sending him a glare, and he’s not sure he’s ever seen such hatred. your conversation is interrupted by shouts, and the scent is picked up once more. they’ve spotted the animal running off, and ned orders for people to go around & enclose it.

you’re eager to get it over with and be done, ready to return to the fur blankets in your room. ready to be warm.

you tie your horse, getting off & trudging to where you guess it’ll be forced to go. most of everyone is focused on pushing it in this direction, and you can only hope there’s a weirwood around here to hear your prayers. you hear shouts, the hooves of horses, and something tearing through the trees. you raise your bow, notching an arrow & waiting.

“Atta girl!” ned says, arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the stag lays on the ground, dead, with an arrow in its skull. you offer a polite smile, but really, you’re just thanking the gods it’s done with. there’s snow in your boots, you’re shivering, your knuckles are red, and you can feel the cold in your bones. you saunter over to robb and theon, muttering under your breath.

“Curse the cold. Curse the cold. Curse the cold…”

theon snickers to himself, and you have half a mind to knock him off his horse. you’re feeling merciful, and instead choose peace. you untie your horse, eagerly starting the journey back to winterfell.

thanks to your arrow, everyone eats well that night, including you. the hall is warm, the atmosphere filled with laughter & your belly is full — a right reward for getting frostbite on your liver. you decide to retire to bed early, the days activities having you beat. robb walks you to your chambers, and you lean into his warmth. he’s always run hot, and he’s happy to share the body heat.

you arrive to the door, and turn to robb to say goodnight. you subconsciously chase his warmth, grabbing one of his hands & playing with it, feeling your cooler ones heat up from the contact.

“Y’did good today.”

you shrug. “Wasn’t horrible…” you’re lying. it was. robb knows it too.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Still. Know you hate the cold.”

robb’s hand goes to your jaw, tilting it up as he kisses you. his lips are soft, and warm. he’s caught you off guard, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. once the kiss breaks, you both linger in each others presence. has he ever been so charming?

he’s out to prove you right when he leans in, kissing your temple & murmuring a soft “Night, pretty.”

he turns & walks down the hallway, knowing if he looks back he won’t be sleeping in his room. you watch him leave, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you open your door & step inside.

maybe you’ll have to brave the cold more often.

[cylikaart]

THEY MADE NEW SPORT TEAM ART!!!

THEY FINALLY GIVE ROCK A SPOT!!!! SAITO AND ROCK GOT SOME SPORT ART!! AHHHHHHHHHHH

Rock left side this year

Saito right side last year

[officialpenisenvy]

Don't you think RPF is exploitative and disrespectful?

if rpf is exploitative and disrespectful towards the people im shipping then i need to do it more intensely and vehemently

[driftingoffthegrid]

my sister just informed me that she doesn’t like to watch shows on her phone

funny the variety you find even within families because watching sitcoms until 5 am was an essential part of my development that legitimately saved my life

[nounaarts]

ITS MULLET TIME! 🤘🤘

[spirk-trek]

shhhh the bisexuals are sleeping

[flowery-laser-blasts]

Maybe not in front of strangers at a public karaoke bar... but singing a duet in private; it kinda makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, doesn't it? Took a moment today to let out some steam by finishing up this WIP I had laying around for ages while listening to my 'karaoke for on the road' spotify list. 'Our Love' by Curtis Harding ft. Jazmine Sullivan, 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough' by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell and 'Accidentally in love' by Counting Crows to name 3 from the top of my head.

It's just fun to sing and not to worry about whether or not you're good at it!

[gunsatthaphan]

"I respect your feelings."

↳ requested by anonymous ♡ 

[ella-ashmore]

they definitely make out in the break room