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( T H E  T I T A N S )
"She [Gaia the Earth] lay with Ouranos (Sky) and bare deep-swirling Okeanos, Koios and Krios and Hyperion and Iapetos, Theia and Rhea, Themis and Mnemosyne and gold-crowned Phoibe and lovely Tethys. After them was born Kronos the wily, youngest and most terrible of her children." - Hesiod
(requested by the lovely asriels)
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Only less than two months left until Orphan Black season two!

TWO DAYS!!!!!!!

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they’re dragons khaleesi. they can never be tamed.
not even by their m o t h e r …

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Next time, we might not be so lucky.

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Her smile was shy and sweet. A lovely girl, thought Tyrion, and a kinder fate than my nephew deserves.

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Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.

Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.

Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.

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Queen Margaery - breaker of awkward moments.

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