i can kill you with my brain

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siricerasi:

Fake blood, right?

Haven filming: Day 17

Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please…

For fuck’s sake, girls, u are drepressing

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laughterlovehappiness:

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siricerasi:

Fake blood, right?

Haven filming: Day 17

Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!

But it’s going to turn out to be Nathan, just you wait.

Why Is It He’s Always Covered in Blood?

I should have forbid you again =P STOP ALWAYS ASSUMING NATHAN IS DYING OKAY.

It’s my coping mechanism. If I expect the worst than the actually outcome won’t be as bad as I imagined.

and that gif! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I mean, you kind of asked for it =P

Yeah, I guess I do that in fic. I’m writing a post-finale thing right now and literally if the writers did what I’m doing I’d probably shoot myself or the writers or something. So.

Imagine, that somehow the writers come up with something far worse than anything we can ever imagine? OMG!How horrible would that be? thinking that all the horrible things that could happen and thinking it never would because the writers would never go down that route of such horribleness. And yet somehow they make it the worst thing imaginable that you don’t know how they could probably fix any of it and leaving us all in such a state of despair!

AND THIS GEM OF GEMS

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No please, just give Nathan a break. Kill somebody else this time.

Right? I’m so done with dealing with him dying. And Audrey, actually. I mean, he did have to shoot her. That was fun. CAN WE PLEASE STOP DYING GUYS.

laughterlovehappiness:

siricerasi:

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siricerasi:

Fake blood, right?

Haven filming: Day 17

Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!

But it’s going to turn out to be Nathan, just you wait.

Why Is It He’s Always Covered in Blood?

I should have forbid you again =P STOP ALWAYS ASSUMING NATHAN IS DYING OKAY.

It’s my coping mechanism. If I expect the worst than the actually outcome won’t be as bad as I imagined.

and that gif! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I mean, you kind of asked for it =P

Yeah, I guess I do that in fic. I’m writing a post-finale thing right now and literally if the writers did what I’m doing I’d probably shoot myself or the writers or something. So.

thefreespirit18:

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Black House Coffee

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Haven filming: Day 15

But why? There’s no way I can make this depressing.

It’s a coffee shop. I have faith.

LOL. That is true. How is this?

Imagine Nathan walking in into the coffee shop, as he walks in ready to investigate the crime. He sees the stand there and has a flashback of one of the times Audrey and Nathan decided to go on their coffee run. And he remembers the incident that being the clumsy person that he is, he about knocks the stand over but Audrey reached out to stop him.She caught him by his wrist and even though he couldn’t feel her touch because of his coat somehow, perhaps his own imagination felt some of her body heat caressing his skin.He stood stunned for a bit by the effect Audrey always had on him every time they touched. Audrey noticing his face just smiled and walked towards the door and turned back and said, “You comin’, Wuornos? Or are you just going to stand there?”

Back to the present again, he once again stands looking towards the door and imagines his partner walking out that same door with that smile on her face from his memory.

I. THAT WASN’T A CHALLENGE JEEZUS.

Oh, my mistake. It’s not my fault Haven brings these things out of me.

Here have adorable Nathan, I seem to have struck a nerve.

I don’t understand the notes and why that person was banned…. They didn’t seem to say anything…

Sorry. I mean. Does anything on tumblr ever make sense?

I ban all my friends. It’s a sign of love.

LERA FOR YOU <3

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siricerasi:

Fake blood, right?

Haven filming: Day 17

Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!Please don’t let it be for Nathan!

But it’s going to turn out to be Nathan, just you wait.

Why Is It He’s Always Covered in Blood?

I should have forbid you again =P STOP ALWAYS ASSUMING NATHAN IS DYING OKAY.

Studio B

Haven filming: Day 17

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Hyper Realistic Hair Drawings by Brittany Schall

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Fake blood, right?

Haven filming: Day 17

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Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep burnished copper that shone in the light of the torches. Even her eyes were red … but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream. Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts and narrow waist and a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes. Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.

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drdoccubustorres-greysloanmh:

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this man is my fucking president oh my god

I’m so sad we can’t get another 4(ever) years of this awesome

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