This blog is dedicated to the Gods of Procrastination and Mischief, what Rome has done for us, villains who are too good looking not to be dribbled over, knights, Non Sers, Vikings (who sing of their love of Spam), wizzards, knowing nothing and just general all round silliness! It is basically anything that takes my fancy, makes my romantical side *sigh* and ship pairings that people just go 'eh? what? who?' at. Oh, not forgetting loads of random stuff that makes me laugh out loud and/or snort my tea out through my nose!
“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”
I’ve reblogged this before and I will reblog it again.
She nodded and turned her back. He watched her body lying so close to his for a long time. Her breathing was calm; she should be asleep now. Her long hair was spread in the little space between them. Sandor touched it as gently as he could; running his fingers over it as if it was something he could break. He wanted to extend his hand and touch her neck and her shoulder too. How many men had tried to violate her? he thought. He had committed many sins, but he wasn’t that kind of man. Few women had wanted to sleep with him willingly, so he’d paid for them. But now he just had to keep her safe as long as he could.