HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS TOUCHING HANDS

Daenerys: *Reclaims her ancestral home in a touching and powerful scene*

Me: *Can’t stop remembering the time Stannis and Melisandre had sex on that table*

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Just kiss him, already.

With @thekoreanpineapple‘s Altean Wedding suits because I can’t design clothes for shit.

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Harry, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a cat nap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.

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Remake of this gifset because bless the new gif size limit.

“See, when I’m talking to girls, I develop an out-of-body consciousness, or unconsciousness. Everything means so much more. My posture, which is hopeless, gets a temporary lift as I arch my back. I can feel all my organs stacked in place and eyeball with pinpoint accuracy how far Christine’s leg is from mine, and when they touch just for a second I wonder if it’s her doing or my doing or chance. How can she not notice if our legs touch? How can she not notice my extremely unslick peripheral vision? How can she not notice my white socks, showing between my pants and shoes? (I have to fix that.)”



This drawing didn’t end up like I thought it would but well, whatever

The song “Touching My Hand” reminded me of this page from the Be More Chill book

theres no such thing as overkill. if the thing i wanted dead is dead, then it was exactly the right amount of kill