MADE FROM SPACE Odessa, Ukraine



Tom Hiddleston with his umbrella.

Can I squeeze under there with you?


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haw·thorn [haw-thawrn] noun

The Hawthorn is a prickly sort of plant with beautiful blossoms. Called Huath by the ancient Celts, and pronounced Hoh-uh, the Hawthorn month is a time of fertility, masculine energy, and fire.

The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn ‘makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.’ While he and Garrick Ollivander disagreed on many fronts, they concurred about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them.

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"Ensure my brother does not return.Destroy everything.”

"Ensure my brother does not return.
Destroy everything.”

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Born to be a king, I ask one thing in return: a front seat to watch Earth burn.


Born to be a king, I ask one thing in return: a front seat to watch Earth burn.

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Gotham is my home.

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this man may kill me

this man may kill me


Such a restless girl, our little queen. She seldom let more than three days pass without going off for a ride. Some days they would ride along the Rosby road to hunt for shells and eat beside the sea. Other times she would take her entourage across the river for an afternoon of hawking. The little queen was fond of going out on boats as well, sailing up and down the Blackwater Rush to no particular purpose. When she was feeling pious she would leave the castle to pray at Baelor’s Sept


Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair
that I should be the one
to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes 
until I find the one where you’ll return to me.

Requested by mercadesviper Logyn with 25 Lives, by Tongari

You are not in Wonderland. I have heard the strange madness long growing in your soul. But you are fortunate.