Hook’s inner monologue strikes again
Bu really, his nervous movements, that super heavy/irritated sigh… it wasn’t with Emma, it was with the situation. He was frustrated and depressed that she was finally flirting and opening up to him and he couldn’t do a thing about it for fear of endangering her own or her family’s lives.
What the books are actually like
George throwing a bitch to the floor
#get this shit out of my face#fucking peasant toy#WHERE IS MY GOLDEN RATTLE
♕ “There are a hundred kinds of grass out there, grasses as yellow as lemon and as dark as indigo, blue grasses and orange grasses and grasses like rainbows. Down in the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are oceans of ghost grass, taller than a man on horseback with stalks as pale as milkglass. It murders all other grass and glows in the dark with the spirits of the damned. The Dothraki claim that someday ghost grass will cover the entire world, and then all life will end.”
That thought gave Dany the shivers. “I don’t want to talk about that now,” she said. “It’s so beautiful here, I don’t want to think about everything dying.”
Photographer Francois Brunelle has been working on an amazing project; searching for people who look strikingly similar but have no relation to each other. These are some of this incredible finds.
this fucked me up