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'they think she's just an innocent Welsh girl but she's not'

In more ways than one!!!!

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don't get trapped in a tree merlin you're so sexy ahaha

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Three of my favourites from this year's show plus some crazed fanboy.

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freddie telling his friends he wouldn’t be on his phone because he was on an mi5 internship is SO funny.

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moment of silence for our fallen king..

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Caerdroia but if Eight's personality splinters each had different colour schemes like Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Poses referenced by mellon_soup

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Romola Garai as Angel Deverell in Angel

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This poem will make you understand this unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time. —Emily Wilson, Introduction to The Iliad

@voyagerweek day 4

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Romola Garai as Angel Deverell and Lucy Russell as Nora Howe-Nevinson in Angel (2007).

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Margaret Lockwood in Night Train to Munich (1940)

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EMMA (1996)

dir. douglas mcgrath

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one of the laymen hath spoken of my dark cloak and hood, and called me a 'traitor'? to whom? the lord?

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Reblog and put in the tags what’s the stupidest injury you’ve ever had

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There’s too much rhetoric, too little thought nowadays – mostly our own fault: we keep accepting words and ignoring acts.

Helen MacInnes, Agent in Place

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sid Halley - Dick Francis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Sid Halley Additional Tags: Jockeys, Jockeyposting, Jockey related violence, the condition of horselessness, a comedy retelling of the book Summary:

It is not true that jockeys don't feel pain. We do. We just don't talk about it, even when our skeletons are torn out; we don't feel the pain until people say something hurtful like "why aren't there any horses," and then we have to take all of that toughness and try not to break down and sob, because we are bastards and bastards don't cry, because if bastards start crying even a little bit then they just end up laying on the floor drinking their full bodyweight in brandy, empty, pitied; not having any horses at all, the horseless men of the horseless world.

Instead I said, "because when I put the menaces on people it works strangely well, because I'm so much smaller than them, and it makes them go, oh, look, he's so little and menacing, Gladys, give him a biscuit."

Then I thought about it some more and added, "And then I keep the biscuit."

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An abridged retelling of the 1965 Dick Francis novel “Odds Against.”