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Cinematography in Hannibal:


❝ Mother, he is a gentleman.
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well. ❞
— (‘Persephone Writes to Her Mother,’ Tara Mae Mulroy)


Sometimes Dean wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that he and Cas rolled away from each other in the night. Cas is trembling, maybe trapped in some nightmare, so Dean scoops him in and holds him close. Cas immediately coils into Dean and hums contentedly. Dean falls asleep and when he wakes up again the next morning, Cas is spread out atop him, snoring in his ear, and everything is perfect.

New from J.K. Rowling: Dumbledore’s Army Reunites At Quidditch World Cup Final

make me choose - anonymous asked: targaryen or tyrell

Some say our destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. Others say fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one’s destiny intertwines with many others. It’s the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Some never find it. But there are some who are led.




are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares 

I’ve literally stopped talking mid-word in a story and no one has noticed.

like on the daily


And I’m always pretty happy when I’m just kicking back with you - SN: 09x07

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