Like A Thief
In The Night

Anna; XVIII, ENFP

"And we swagger because we do not know how to part with our rage, which we cherish and press cutting close, but we learn to swagger — or rather, we’re swaggered, briefly, while the wind blows and things burn and our hands are full — because we know it darkly all the same."

heyysourwolf:

My Sterek fic rec lists organized:

Dylan O’Brien on New Girl 2x23 - Virgins

lucrezias-sparklyhairnet:

Remember when all we had was “Do you love God, Cesare?” and grassrolling and now we have foot fetishes and Rapunzel hair and next episode you know Lucrezia’s going to casually just grope him during Mass like “HONOR THY SISTER WITH YOUR COCK BITCH I AM SO FREAKING REPRESSED RIGHT NOW DO A GIRL A FAVOR” I mean we’ve come along way

okayophelia:

Archetypes | CODEPENDENT ARISTOCRATIC SIBLINGS

















Their bodies scream when they are parted. They are caught in a gilded cage of obsession and longing, wandering around their mansion dressed to the nines or barely at all. They sit too close and curl around each other like cats, speaking their own language and watching you with the arrogance of those who know they are beloved. They are playful in the mad, careless ways that lead to rumours and revolutions. They meddle in each other’s love lives like jealous lovers and throw the kinds of parties of which Caligula would be proud. Their eyes, when they think you aren’t looking, overflow with dark secrets and darker acts and the darkest lie: that rules apply to everyone, to anyone else, but not to them. They conspire at cruel, intoxicating games of power that only they know how to play, and the all the while you can’t help watching, waiting, wanting, though you know they could never truly let you in. They have been raised like little gods, believing that nobody else on earth could possibly compare. Is it any wonder then, that they have eyes only for each other?

okayophelia:

Archetypes | CODEPENDENT ARISTOCRATIC SIBLINGS

Their bodies scream when they are parted. They are caught in a gilded cage of obsession and longing, wandering around their mansion dressed to the nines or barely at all. They sit too close and curl around each other like cats, speaking their own language and watching you with the arrogance of those who know they are beloved. They are playful in the mad, careless ways that lead to rumours and revolutions. They meddle in each other’s love lives like jealous lovers and throw the kinds of parties of which Caligula would be proud. Their eyes, when they think you aren’t looking, overflow with dark secrets and darker acts and the darkest lie: that rules apply to everyone, to anyone else, but not to them. They conspire at cruel, intoxicating games of power that only they know how to play, and the all the while you can’t help watching, waiting, wanting, though you know they could never truly let you in. They have been raised like little gods, believing that nobody else on earth could possibly compare. Is it any wonder then, that they have eyes only for each other?

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seabois:

Les Miserables by Annie Leibovitz | Vogue December 2012

doctorwho:

Doctor Who New Fall Season Series 7 Launch Trailer

Coming this fall to BBC America, BBC One, and SPACE

marielikestodraw:

I’m just pathetically predictable and my first Teen Wolf fanart is a kiss.
And because Stiles is a little badass, I also like the idea of him being like, “that’s it, I’ve had enough of that alpha sour wolf bullshit, you could have just told me that you like me! SMOOCH”. And Derek is stunned. And kisses back. And…
I HAVE A LOT OF STEREK FEELS OK.
Hope you like it :)

(as usual, please please don’t repost/use without asking me <3)

GUESS WHO JUST GOT ON FIRE?!

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wilderwind:

Promo for next week’s season finale of The Borgias.