I sometimes end the sentence with the wrong
Roose Bolton appreciation
Roose Bolton is in House Trollton
IT’S LIKE WHO DIDN’T SEE THIS COMING HOW DID THE SLAVE OWNER NOT SEE THIS COMING
WHAT STUPID SHITS HOW DUMB COULD THEY GET
WELL THEY DON’T GET A CHANCE TO NOW CAUSE THEY’RE DEAD HAHAHAHA I feel so satisfied right now like wow my baby has an army and HER baby got to burn up another person. Murder practice.
Daenerys is just my favorite I can’t handle her uhghhghfjhnjj
They mean to scare me. The fool hopped on Jaime’s back, giggling, as the Dothraki swaggered toward him. The goat wants me to piss my breeches and beg his mercy, but he’ll never have that pleasure. He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream.
Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.
top 5 moments in morning glories #25 | hisao and jun’s last moment together
“You saved me. You saved my life.”
“And you came back for me…”
I’m not the best gif maker but at least I did it first
a moment of silence for our… absent comrade
GUYS I ASKED JASON TO DO IT AND HE FUCKING DID IT OMFG HELP
HERE IS JASON RECITING THE BLUE LANTERN OATH AS RAZER
“By the power of the Internet and the Blue Power ring, your hopeful wish is granted…”
Damian Wayne || Batman and Robin # 18
You know what gets me most? It’s that even though I am still so angry over the fact that Damian’s death was written in such a terrible and overly brutal way, I can’t help but cry when I read this issue.
I know that not everyone shares the same feelings, opinions, or thoughts on Damian Wayne as I do. Not everyone is a fan of him. I understand, accept, and even agree on some points that people make on why Damian is so unlikeable. He’s a jerk filled with sarcasm and the type of darkness that most children simply do not have.
But he was my little shit.
He is the character that I watched grow from being a soldier with only one purpose into a child who shoulders the burden of his father’s legacy and his father’s war. He is the character that I saw go from drawing horrific pictures to pictures of Alfred drinking tea, Titus, and his grandparents’ graves. He is the character that I saw learn what it means to truly live with a family—one that wasn’t perfect, wasn’t normal—but still a wonderful family scarred as it was.
He was the one that I watched learned how to smile.
Damian Wayne isn’t a perfect human being, though he may have been raised to attempt to be one in many ways and forms. He was only ten years old with a whole life ahead of him. He still had so many things to learn—both as a boy slowly becoming a young man and then an adult. He was the son that would carry on a legacy.
We don’t know if he’s coming back and if he is, if he’ll even be the same Damian Wayne that we know. But even though his death was an example of a successfully fridged Robin, I am very happy that Tomasi and Gleason showed that Damian was more than just the unwanted son of Talia and Bruce Wayne.
He was a brother, a master, a friend.
He was a soldier, an heir, and a son.
And to me, he was more than a plot device for Batman’s angst. He was a simple character that grew in complexity. He is important to me.
And I’m going to miss him greatly.