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Tue, 21 May 2013 09:48:07 -0400

Teen Wolf Season 2: Gag Reel

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:46:00 -0400

Teen Wolf Season 2: Gag Reel

Is there anything about Dylan O’brien you can tell us that not...

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:02:01 -0400

Is there anything about Dylan O’brien you can tell us that not many people would know?

shewolves: cold smoke seeping out of colder throats,darkness...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:57:26 -0400

shewolves:

cold smoke seeping out of colder throats,
darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go.

lizzymaxia: Favourite new characters of 2013 » Rae Earl I am...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:16:33 -0400

lizzymaxia:

Favourite new characters of 2013 » Rae Earl

I am a body dysmorphic, without the dysmorphic. I am a bulimic without the sick. I am fat.

“I wish so much there had been a Rae when I was growing up. It would have made my life so much easier to have had someone real on TV that I could have looked at and gone: ‘I kind of look like her. I don’t look perfect, but she’s got friends. People love her so maybe people will like me for being me. I don’t have to change. I can just be myself…’ How can kids and teenagers feel comfortable when they can’t see anyone who looks like them anywhere? (…) The thing about Rae is that no matter if you’re a boy or a girl, old or young, you can instantly relate to her because you’ve felt like that at some point. But what is normal? Normal is different to every single person.” — Sharon Rooney [x]

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“T h e y h a v e m a d e m e a L a n n i s t e r”

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:14:13 -0400

“T h e y h a v e m a d e m e a L a n n i s t e r”

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She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and...

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:53:40 -0400

She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse.

It’s not about the destination. It’s about the journey.

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:52:41 -0400

It’s not about the destination. It’s about the journey.

here we are, a bunch of pyschopaths helping each other out

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:46:16 -0400

here we are, a bunch of pyschopaths helping each other out

weaponsofclassdestruction: Harvey walks down the stairs with a...

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:44:24 -0400

weaponsofclassdestruction:

Harvey walks down the stairs with a sigh.

Another night spent kissing asses and feigning interest, another night spent solo as Jessica’s charming right hand, tactfully drumming up clients. How boring.

Harvey begins to make his rounds on the bottom floor, kissing Elise Stone on the cheek, asking after her father, her kids, smiles like a good little closer and keeps his eye roll in check when she goes into more detail than necessary and tells him all about how little Jordan is destined to be the next Tiger Woods. (If by some rare chance - Harvey would guess not - she actually means cheating on his wife with their nanny, just like Mr. Stone, then she’s probably on the right track.)

Still, it’ll be worth it tomorrow when Elise calls Jessica and tells her how charming he was, what a good listener he is, and isn’t it interesting, but our company’s been looking to switch firms for a while now.

Nevertheless, boring.

Harvey weaves his way through the crowd, waves off a waiter with a tray of food with a shake of the head. If only-

Well, now. That’s interesting. And he’d seemed so firm when he rejected Harvey’s invitation yesterday.

Harvey watches as he walks in, adjusting his cuff links nervously, eyes shifting around the room like he just needs one reason to bolt and he’ll take it. Scrap the whole thing, and pretend he was never there.

His face seems to settle a little as he locks eyes on Harvey and he takes a deep breath, smiles a little, holds his hand out to the side, almost a surrender. Like he had no choice in saying yes. He’s more right about that than he knows.

“Mike. I’m glad you came.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh…it’s a little hard to say no to a guy who sends a perfectly fitted, custom tux to your apartment. I’m afraid to ask how you knew my measurements.”

Harvey gives his body a long, slow look and looks up at Mike, the edges of his mouth just beginning to turn up into a smile. “I’ve always been good at guessing.”

“You know, there are easier, less expensive ways to ask a guy out.”

“I tried easy, you said no.” Mike bows his head, looks away. “That’s alright. I’ve never been afraid of a little hard work. Especially not if it’ll get me what I want.”

Mike looks at him, swallows. “Well, I’m here, so…looks like your hard work paid off.”

Harvey steps slowly toward him, erases all space between them. “Oh, I’m not even close to being done. I’m going to win you over and over and over again, until you wonder why you ever said no in the first place.”

Mike licks his lips, sucks in a breath. “And what if I tell you no, over and over and over again?”

“Oh…you’ll say yes.”

“How do you know that?”

Harvey grins. “Because I’m a closer, Mike. It’s what I do.”

halfhardtorock: camuizuuki: ileolai: i’m fucking...

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:42:38 -0400

halfhardtorock:

camuizuuki:

ileolai:

i’m fucking hyperventilatin g

ACTUALLY SCREAMING

omg, I fucking love this weirdo fandom so much, auuugh.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 07:29:56 -0400

theongreyjoy: ”..and had never known how to laugh”

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:29:42 -0400

theongreyjoy:

”..and had never known how to laugh”