#tbt; crack.

[thedarkmongoose]

[dreadwxlf]

Solas watching the Evanuris appear in the portal after Rook screws everything up

[aveimperatcr]

" I want to bond with my sons...!! "

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

The face of a man who just slipped laxatives into the soup he made for some IPC workers. Nothing to see here.

[winterreigned]

Sansa when dany rolls up to winterfell

[bigdaddydaemon]

I DEMAND A DUEL TO THE DEATH. NO ONE DISRESPECTS MY QUEEN.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Knights of Westeros Academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Dorne, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top swordsman in the entire Westerosi armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over raven? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the realm and your location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to dragon fire, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

[valeurex]

“You will die on the third day of third moon of 129 AC. Your body will be discovered at the hour of the bat by a servant.“ — crack helaena

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Why by servant?

[realmscruelty]

let this woman be sandwiched between daemon and crispy. it’s what she deserves. @dastardlydaemon @kingmaketh

[zoklaanogar]

uncle daemon is bullying me :(

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — baking joey’s cake.

FEBRUARY 1, 1986, 8:51 AM

Lorraine hums in tune with the radio as she whisks the eggs, waiting for the KitchenAid to cream the sugar and butter. Everything else has been sifted and the oven’s preheating.

Later, she’s sure, George will take a break from his writing to swipe some of the batter, and when Linda comes home she’ll insist on taking over the decorating. Dave will complain about having to wait until after dinner to eat it. And—

“Marty!” she exclaims as she sees her youngest, setting the bowl down to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re up early for a Saturday, honey.”

“Uh, yeah,” Marty returns in that new shyness Lorraine definitely doesn’t like. She also doesn’t like the dark circles under his eyes that never seem to go away and how thin he’s getting. “I, uh… I couldn’t sleep. Again.” He shrugs.

“Oh, honey,” Lorraine tuts, squeezing his shoulders. “I’m sorry. You can nap later. Do you want to help me bake the cake for tonight?”

“…Cake?” Marty asks.

“For your Uncle Joey’s promotion, remember? He made partner.”

All of the color goes out of her son’s face and Lorraine’s stomach drops. This is so much more than her boy forgetting to call and congratulate his favorite uncle like she told him, Linda, and Dave to last week. This is even more than whatever nightmares have him screaming in the middle of the night and pretending like he’s fine the next morning.

“Baby, what is it?” she immediately asks even though she knows he won’t tell her. “Here, sit down, let me get you some water. George!—“

“No!” Marty yelps. “No, don’t bug Dad. I-I’m fine. I just… I’ll try to go back to sleep.”

“Marty—“

Her son tears himself away from her and runs back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Lorraine?” George puts a hand on her shoulder and she turns to him, burying herself in his chest. He wraps his arms around her, cupping the back of her head.

“Oh George,” she whispers. “What are we going to do?”

FEBRUARY 1, 1986, 8:52 AM

Marty leans against the door, pawing at his chest to try to grab the breath that won’t come.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers. “Jesus Christ, I’m in the Twilight Zone!”

He sinks down to the floor, closing his eyes as he balls his fists so tightly they hurt.

“Come on, McFly,” he shakily urges himself. “Come on. Just breathe. It isn’t that hard. Just breathe. Just breathe, come on…”

[seekslight]

somebody rate lux's ass higher than 7.5 or else she'll cry

[aveimperatcr]

" So, I JUST found out that APPARENTLY, a lemon ISN'T naturally occurring. And is a HYBRID by cross-breeding between a BITTER ORANGE. AND A CITRON! "

" WHICH MEANS! "

" LIFE NEVER GAVE US LEMONS! "

" WE INVENTED THEM. ALL. BY OURSELVES!! "

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

They are both judging you so harshly, Caelus.

[mjrarcana]

slowly lowering a joker plushie into the blender and turning it on

[bigdaddydaemon]

And the worst dad award goes to you. Must be nice to win something at least.

don't mind him , he's going to go sulk in a corner somewhere.

[valeurex]

let's be frank here the DUDE is more of a dreamer than rider plus his first and last ride was more of a tragedy than fun

This. This is why daemon is just smh at his choice of dragon. Why did you have to choose the oldest and with one foot in the grave dragon to claim viserys??? Were you even serious?! You chose that so you can cop out of flying and being a dragonlord. <- young daemon at vis tbh

[ ... ] S I G H S / @dastardlydaemon.

Deadas* serious if anything. This is why we can't have nice things. And you still wonder why I keep sending you away? Aside from adding salt to sores, you're exposing my secret plans too ...