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jayden. lipstick stains on mugs. angry mermaids dragging sailors to their deaths, sweet kisses on lips. she-wolves howling at the moon, blood under their claws. the sea, raging and calm. a queen with fury in her blood, screaming 'mine is the fury'.

Fri, 7th of February
asepsy asked: nice blog <3

many thanks friend uwu

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Fri, 15th of November
tullyss asked: ♪ :3

SEND ME A  ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND GIV E YOU A SONG AND MY FAVORITE LINE FROM IT

  • Mushaboom - Feist

Old dirt road

Knee deep snow

Watching the fire as we grow old

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Thu, 3rd of October
Anonymous asked: little kitten girl with three eyes

mine is the meow (kitty fury man)

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Thu, 3rd of October
Anonymous asked: i think you'd be some sort of monster person with antlers on their heads idek wendigo

flattered that u associate me with antlers bcause baratheon queen but also wendigo ok dude ok 

ok

*ke$ha voice* I AM CANNIBAL

Thu, 3rd of October
Anonymous asked: currently listening to?

DUDE, late answer but currently : 

tennis court - lorde

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Thu, 22nd of August
prtypsn asked: " #having a hunnam situation" me 2 im so sad

ID ONUT UNDERSTAND???

hIS?

ENTIRE/

BEING??

Fri, 2nd of August
aangisms-deactivated20140214 asked: JAMMYY!! :>>

AMANDAAAAAAA :D

BABYYYYYY

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Wed, 10th of July
hufflepunks asked: shireen/rickon. teen wolf au >_>

The roar of Rickon’s bike does little to drown out the quickening of her heartbeat and Shireen buries her nose against the side of his neck, tightening her arms around his waist when he takes a sharp left into the woods, going off the trail and onto rocky ground. It reminds her all too much of going hunting with her father, missing a shot because of the uneven terrain, laughing it off whilst he glances at her through the rearview mirror, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Her fingers clench in his jacket and she lets out a shuddering breath, one that Rickon takes as a sigh of relief. “Scared you for a second there, didn’t I?” he says with all the confidence of youth and she laughs before leaning forward to nip at the skin of his neck playfully.

He growls, low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body and it is surprisingly comforting, warming her to her bones despite the chilly air around them. He comes to a stop at a rather grassy spot, a clearing of sorts and Shireen lets him help her off the bike. “We get a lot of deer activity here sometimes.” He says and she smiles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You hunt deer, right? He had asked once, before her father tried shooting him and before her mother tried to poison him and Shireen could only nod.

Deer, she had thought to herself, and the occasional werewolf.

But the wolfsbane is washed off her skin and Rickon’s hands are creeping up her dress, making it easy to forget that on the next full moon, her boyfriend would turn into some dark creature of the night, the exact same creature her family hunted.

Mon, 24th of June
lycanthropya asked: 5 favorite books

awww yi i got a thingy :3

  • norwegian wood by haruki murakami 
  • 1984 by george orwell
  • a storm of swords by george rr martin
  • jane eyre by emily bronte
  • macbeth by william shakespeare

i don’t read a lot but i do like classics~ so :D

Wed, 12th of June
Anonymous asked: hi! one of your previous urls was rhaellebaratheon right?

yarp jen gave it to me :33

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