i have developed a deep love for long-dead targaryens. is there an appreciation tumblr or whatever for this BECAUSE I NEED. MOAR FICS.
I NEED MOAR AELINOR/BAELOR/AERYS/MAEKAR/RHAEGEL AND THEIR KIDS BEING CUTE ESPECIALLY. AND I NEED MOAR CUTE AELINOR/MAEKAR LIKE I NEED AIR. the same can be said for pretty much every dead targaryen ever except like the mad king, viserys (the current daenerys’s dead bro), aerion brightflame and all the crazy ones except for rhaegel
screw that one fic writer who had led me down this path
I am the salesperson
I have sonic headphones
and my catch phrase is “wow I really need to get control of my life”
wow I am the lamest doctor ever
Let’s try this again because my sonic underwear was a bit… unsanitary.
I am The Teacher
I have a sonic iphone
My catchphrase is “Oh I will”
I am the Researcher (he doesn’t really have an official title so eh)
I have a sonic pen
My catchphrase is ” You’ll see”
I am the Bartender
I have a sonic lighter
My catchphrase is “Night babe”
I am the Winchester Plant Worker
I have a sonic blanket
my catchphrase is: “Yes. Yes I do. I practically snorted it in middle school and junior high” (I was talking about Greek Mythology)
i am the nurse ??
i have a calculator
my catchphrase is ‘radical’
The Electrician! (or nurse? idk which)
"That’ sounds good!"
I am the gambler.
I have a sonic turtle plush.
"yOU DON’T HAVE ENOUGH GYM BADGES TO TRAIN ME"
sonic blanket (what the frick)
'okay, okay I got this' (which actually sounds legit)
I am the Bartender
A sonic screwdriver (10’s to be exact)
"Why did you ask, dummy?"
I’m The Financer
I have sonic headphones
I am the teacher
I have a sonic origami Butterfly
My catchphrase is “Yes”
The dentist. Catchphrase is ok sonic phone
I’m Thankful for your dick…
"Hey, when you get the chance go on fb and check out the fb page my dad made about how he’s holding his co-worker’s trophy hostage"
I will be known as The Marketer, my sonic is an iphone, and my catchphrase will be “maybe”
shit son i actually sound pretty decent except not really
This is too amazing. I cant handle it.
SCREAMS REALLY LOUDLY
Best pickup line ever
genre swap → game of thrones as a sci-fi saga
I’ve been a massage therapist for many years, now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you’d look like on my table.
Let’s start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they don’t have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. That’s how it works. And that’s very appealing too.
Woman have cellulite. All of them. It’s dimply and cute. It’s not a defect. It’s not a health problem. It’s the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush.
Men have silly buttocks. Well, if most of your clients are women, anyway. You come to male buttocks and you say — what, this is it? They’re kind of scrawny and the tissue is jumpy because it’s unpadded; you have to dial back the pressure, or they’ll yelp.
Adults sag. It doesn’t matter how fit they are. Every decade, an adult sags a little more. All of the tissue hangs a little looser. They wrinkle, too. I don’t know who put about the rumor that just old people wrinkle. You start wrinkling when you start sagging, as soon as you’re all grown up, and the process goes its merry way as long as you live. Which is hopefully a long, long time, right?
Everybody on a massage table is beautiful. There are really no exceptions to this rule. At that first long sigh, at that first thought that “I can stop hanging on now, I’m safe” – a luminosity, a glow, begins. Within a few minutes the whole body is radiant with it. It suffuses the room: it suffuses the massage therapist too. People talk about massage therapists being caretakers, and I suppose we are: we like to look after people, and we’re easily moved to tenderness. But to let you in on a secret: I’m in it for the glow.
I’ll tell you what people look like, really: they look like flames. Or like the stars, on a clear night in the wilderness."