Eccentricity

Sharmaine. Writer. Dreamer. Freak.

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the boy who lived

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Morgan Pendragon → Camelot

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turnthedirtintojoy:

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau on Jimmy Kimmel Live:

JK: Your character has a relationship with his twin sister, the Queen. It’s an incestuous relationship. Do you have sisters?
NCW: I have two older sisters, yeah.

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christinapotter09:

doctorholmesofhogwarts:

rainflaaash:

districtnineand-three-quarters:

accio—loki:

valkyriesmith:

solveitwithchocolate:

iou-a-fall-smeagol:

eleanull:

thechimeraresistance:

tltty:

if this eggplant gets less than 5 million notes i’m going to be so upset

Reblogging because eggplant

Fewer than 5 million notes. Fewer. Not less. 

I believe that it is called an  aubergine. 


IN AMERICA WE LET EGGS BE PLANTS BECAUSE FREEDOM


In Britain we let those AUBERGINES live once we heal them with our FREE HEALTH CARE


NOBODY CARES, ENGLAND



at least America came up with their own word and didn’t steal ours



you used the wrong flag France

you all must be REALLY new…

christinapotter09:

doctorholmesofhogwarts:

rainflaaash:

districtnineand-three-quarters:

accio—loki:

valkyriesmith:

solveitwithchocolate:

iou-a-fall-smeagol:

eleanull:

thechimeraresistance:

tltty:

if this eggplant gets less than 5 million notes i’m going to be so upset

Reblogging because eggplant

Fewer than 5 million notes. Fewer. Not less. 

I believe that it is called an  aubergine. 

IN AMERICA WE LET EGGS BE PLANTS BECAUSE FREEDOM


In Britain we let those AUBERGINES live once we heal them with our FREE HEALTH CARE

NOBODY CARES, ENGLAND

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at least America came up with their own word and didn’t steal ours

you used the wrong flag France

you all must be REALLY new…

nami64:

for AshleyHAPPY BIRTHDAY BB! i hope you will like, this ‘ship’ is entirely your fault btw :D

|[ JGL as John Blake and Ellen Page as his -fictive?- wife ]|

“Promise me you’ll be careful John…”
Some nights, he comes back home with the smell of powder and blood on his uniform. She doesn’t want to know. She never asks how or why. No need to. On the tv screen of their small appartement, only bank robberies, abductions, death… No. She doesn’t want to know.
“Of course I will. Nothing is going to happen.”
He believes in his own lies. She wishes she could.