jonsnowchronicles:

Game of Thrones Merchandise: http://bit.ly/19zIiWD

jonsnowchronicles:

Game of Thrones Merchandise: http://bit.ly/19zIiWD

22 Oct 14 @ 4:48 am  —  via + org  —  reblog

[MSG:] Nobody is wearing shirts anymore. What is happening. (see. you say mortal au, but /i/ see baldr taking raven to asgard during a giant party)

acertainfemininemystique:

kissofmistletoe:

[Text:] Just go with it.

[Text:] Shirts are too limiting, go naked into battle my friend.

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to: baldr

I /always/ go naked into battle. Where are you anyway? Someone’s challenging me to a drinking game. Tell them it’s a bad idea and they’ll lose. They don’t believe me.

[Text:] Do it.

[Text:] If my warriors are weak enough to be out-drunk by a girl they deserve to lose.

21 Oct 14 @ 7:12 pm  —  via + org  —  reblog

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21 Oct 14 @ 4:31 pm  —  reblog
jjordan7:

tree of sun by Marekevc

jjordan7:

tree of sun by Marekevc

21 Oct 14 @ 2:24 pm  —  via + org  —  reblog

What are we doing here?

acertainfemininemystique:

kissofmistletoe:

”Doing what all you humans love to do. Surviving.”

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     As he bowed his head, she leaned in to kiss the top of his messy curls. It’s perfect, Baldr. And I’m sure he would agree,she said softly, pulling back to look at him, a small soft smile on her lips. 

     She gave a gentle rub to his head before turning back to her coffee. So. Does that mean you’ve.. officially moved out?And was probably still waiting on her answer of whether or not she thought they should move in together… 

The kiss sent a smile to his lips and, while his eyes still held the darkness that pain and grief burdened him with, the gesture was one of sincere happiness. It was the gift Raven gave him, whether she intended it or not. It was the only thing to help him continue on.

”Loki and I, we did not really live together. He had his homes and safe houses, and I had the Breidablik. However much of mine was left at various different places, so it was rather a journey to find them all. I will continue doing as I have always done, reside in the palace when Asgard needs me, and spend time in my own hall.”

He shrugged, casting a coy eye to Raven.

”Unless that happens to change.”

21 Oct 14 @ 9:36 am  —  via + org  —  reblog
casaharington:

Kit Harington for Vanity Fair Italia magazine - photostream S.Gattuso su Flickr

casaharington:

Kit Harington for Vanity Fair Italia magazine - photostream S.Gattuso su Flickr

21 Oct 14 @ 4:48 am  —  via + org  —  reblog

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20 Oct 14 @ 8:42 pm  —  reblog

"Do gods get... I don't know. Panic attacks and things?"

He considered the question, the concentration hiding the truth depth of the thought. How, after all, could he forget those long long nights, hours that seemed centuries in the darkness, the only noise a child’s muffled sobbing? Almost instinctively did his hands yearn to curl about his stomach, as if it might stop that terrible feeling of pain and fear, years of so many times huddled in some corner of his room, begging silently, helplessly, for it all to end.

"Aye, we are not so immune to the pains and ailments of the heart."

20 Oct 14 @ 8:17 pm  —  reblog
apisanonymous inquired:

"Never boring milord. Contrarian, perhaps, but everyone loves a challenge. Though immediate gratification would be awesome."

A graceful step forward was the god’s only reply, covering the distance between them swiftly. The golden hand was already raised to cup the bee’s head, the stag tilting his to kiss. It was deep, gentle, and yet fleeting, Baldr breaking away after only a moment.

"How is that for immediate gratification?"

20 Oct 14 @ 8:06 pm  —  reblog
dummystark inquired:

"Oh yes, definitely." Dummy replied, grinning and almost giggling. He loved when Bladr was in a mood like this. "Oh, but Baldr, I fear I've already been infected. Is there any cure, or am I doomed?" He asked, wriggling up closer to him. "Because I can feel the begging right in the back of my throat, it's so hard to keep from it."

It was a deep mock-sorrow that had Baldr shake his hed gravelly, a hand presses on the top of Dummy’s head.

"I am afraid it is too late. There is nothing we can do. Best is to make it quick…"

With a swift movement Baldr tipped his head upwards, an arm propping him up so he could catch the mortal’s lips, dragging him into a deep kiss.

20 Oct 14 @ 7:59 pm  —  reblog
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