winter is coming



Carolsh. seventeen years old. tv series whore, bookworm, music lover and movie explorer. i like tea.



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you've stalked me times
lesbleuetssontbleugallery:

and as I walk down the road I can’t help but reminisce all the memories we shared

lesbleuetssontbleugallery:

and as I walk down the road I can’t help but reminisce all the memories we shared

lesbleuetssontbleugallery:

I never liked to be out in the sun for too long anyway…. perhaps if I fall asleep, the tanning won’t be so unbearable

lesbleuetssontbleugallery:

I never liked to be out in the sun for too long anyway…. perhaps if I fall asleep, the tanning won’t be so unbearable

(Source: childoftherenaissance)

bonus:

you can’t face the problem if the problem is your face.

timeswhenlucywasright:

this show won emmy awards

because it’s brilliant

(Source: mrgolightly)

That moment when you realize you only make friends on Tumblr when you join a new RP.

C'est La Vie, Cherie!

AU Meme: Draco Malfoy/OC 

» She was the girl who’d sit next to him in her Slytherin robes, the tutor he knew he had no need of but asked for anyway, the one he’d meet up by the Black Lake in cold winter days just to see her stride to him in her beloved muggle boots and crazy pants. The pure-blood girl his parents approved of and the one who made him become a little kinder. Made him better.

He was the one she’d break all the rules for, get in detention for answering blown away notes and put her hand in the fire for. They both had a secret though.

In the night the Unbreakable Vow was done, another promise was made. A promise she’d stand by until the end. She roamed the halls at night, waiting for Draco to meet up with her, only to question where he’d been, wondering why he’d be out until so late.

He couldn’t tell her what was going on, selfishly thinking on his own life at stake if he did, until one day he could do no more. This time it was him searching for her, loosening the tie around his neck in distress, climbing up the steps until the Astronomy Tower came at last. There she was, standing with the sleeves of her shirt rolled up, leaning against the railing with her back to him. 

"What’s wrong?" Draco asked suddenly, making the girl spin on her heels, looking at him, crossing her arms behind her.

"Nothing." she whispered, striding past him, but stopping as he grabbed her forearm. She winced slightly, praying he wouldn’t notice. The Dark Mark had been tattooed two weeks ago during Christmas Break and the pain still hadn’t left her.

His eyes widened a little, a barely audible whisper left his lips. “No.” he’d said. But then she walked away.

Draco, in despair, headed down to the dungeons, unable to believe in the previous events, shaking his head as if the memories would clear away. Little did he know she was doing the same. 

Nothing changed between them, although they’d be seen standing closer than ever, always whispering and laughing quietly. Sideway glances were thrown at them, but they did not mind, until he’d whisper a hex and she’d stop it, making him whine.

As the Battle came, they parted their ways within the castle walls, desperation and the feeling something bad happened to one another always crossed their minds. She mourned that night, for the friends she’d lost. For  Fred, Remus, Tonks… Her friends from the Order. And in that moment she realized her battle wasn’t won just yet. Her promise hasn’t been completed and Dumbledore wouldn’t be proud of her, the little Slytherin with a kind heart.

When everything was over, and the crowd gathered up to meet each other, she looked around her helplessly, searching for a mop of silver hair. He descended the concrete steps, running his eyes over the crowd until he broke out of his composure and ran. Ran to her.

A few years later, when all their crimes for associating with darkness, even if just for protecting a love, as was her case, were forgiven, they stood by the Black Lake, holding hands, praying her spell would work and wash their Marks away. «

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thecrucibleofmoan:

Song of The Day: An Awful Lot of Running - Chameleon Circuit

No Explanation Needed. 

calling out all whovians

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