Jess your fabulosity is out of alignment.
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“I think that his mother is Lyanna Stark, Ned’s sister, and I think his father is not Ned, but that Ned just took him on, that his father was actually Rhaegar Targaryen. The Targaryens had a lot of incestuous relationships, to keep the bloodline pure, so this wouldn’t be out of bounds for them, but I want Jon Snow and Dany to get together! I would love for Jon Snow and Dany to end up on the Iron Throne together. That’s just if I’m watching it, and not in it, because of course I would love to see Sansa on the Iron Throne, too — and I don’t want anything incestuous for Sansa! [Laughs.] I love her, because I’m very biased towards my character, but Arya is my favorite. I think the women are the ones with the real strength in the series, the mental strength, and you can see this divide clearly in the books — that the women are going to come to power.” — Game of Thrones’ Sophie Turner on Playing Sansa, Skyping With the Cast, and Joffrey Haters — Vulture
This I what happens when I am bored at work…doodling. Clearly I have Newsies on the brain!
Reblog this piece of stunning awesomeness.
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Eugene by mingusyatina
Spectacular! Overlay or just by eye? Either way, love it.
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“Yeah, round is a shape.” —
Matt Cain on being called “fit and trim” (via yakyuu)
Aww, it just makes you cuddlier! You’re not fat, you just have a tummy made of memory foam.
This is what I think of, every time I see Robbie post-Civil War.
Yes, Robbie. Sure. Of course. We understand. We love you. weirdo
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National Doughnut Day started in 1938 when it was created by the Salvation Army to honor the women who served doughnuts to the soldiers during World War I. Doughnuts were back on the front lines in World War II.
Elizabeth A. Richardson, the woman on the left in this photograph, is standing in front of her Clubmobile, a single-decker bus fitted with coffee and doughnut-making equipment that drove around the England, bringing cheer to the soldiers stationed there. “I consider myself fortunate to be in Clubmobile—can’t conceive of anything else,” she wrote to her parents in World War II.
But like many of the young men she served doughnuts to, Elizabeth did not return home. She was killed in plane crash in July 25, 1945, and is buried in the American Cemetery in Normandy. You can read more about her story in this Prologue magazine article: http://go.usa.gov/d4k
[Image: Liz Richardson (left) and Mary Haynsworth with smiling GIs in front of their Clubmobile in Normandy. Liz sent the snapshot to her parents on June 4, 1945, noting that the “blur” in her left hand “is a doughnut. And it’s just as well that it wasn’t photogenic.” (Courtesy of James H. Madison)]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4xw1pgVYg1r5j9hco1_500.jpg)
National Doughnut Day started in 1938 when it was created by the Salvation Army to honor the women who served doughnuts to the soldiers during World War I. Doughnuts were back on the front lines in World War II.
Elizabeth A. Richardson, the woman on the left in this photograph, is standing in front of her Clubmobile, a single-decker bus fitted with coffee and doughnut-making equipment that drove around the England, bringing cheer to the soldiers stationed there. “I consider myself fortunate to be in Clubmobile—can’t conceive of anything else,” she wrote to her parents in World War II.
But like many of the young men she served doughnuts to, Elizabeth did not return home. She was killed in plane crash in July 25, 1945, and is buried in the American Cemetery in Normandy. You can read more about her story in this Prologue magazine article: http://go.usa.gov/d4k
[Image: Liz Richardson (left) and Mary Haynsworth with smiling GIs in front of their Clubmobile in Normandy. Liz sent the snapshot to her parents on June 4, 1945, noting that the “blur” in her left hand “is a doughnut. And it’s just as well that it wasn’t photogenic.” (Courtesy of James H. Madison)]
Is sleeveless undershirts.
And, sleeveless undershirts with vests, and no shirts on top.
om nom nom nom nom nom nom *lick*