the biggest, thickest ever sky
This is a multi-fandom blog, quickly reduced to gibberish by pretty things, and prone to sudden fits of food porn, art and science.
BUT YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF
MAKE OUT LIKE YOU’RE THE VICTIM AND THEN START A BLOODY REVOLUTION
AND I DON’T EVEN NEED YOU THOUGH
BUT YOU SAY I’M AN OPPRESSOR AND IT FEELS SO ROUGH
NO YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO STOOP SO LOW
HAVE YOUR FRIENDS LOAN YOU SOME WEAPONS AND TAKE MY FACE OFF OF YOUR MONEY
I GUESS I SHOULDN’T BLAME YOU THOUGH
NOW YOU’RE JUST A COUNTRY THAT I USED TO OWN
No stop, laughing this much hurts.
A little sneak at my eccentric Polish escapades…!
UH…can we PLEASE talk about this picture?
I don’t know what to do. I’ve never seen David Oakes in such a happy role before. It’s bizarre. He’s a teacher. And I’m just like, “You’re going to be so nice, aren’t you?”
You know how you get those posts with Americans and Brits bickering over freedom and tea and scones and spelling.
And the rest of us who aren’t from either country are just looking on like
oh just kiss already
WE. ARE. NOT. YOUR. OTP
GOD WE HAVE SHIPPERS
can we talk about how rabbits look like the harbingers of destruction and bloodshed on the battlefield whenever they yawn
AT DAWN, WE RIDE.