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Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
"Listen to her, the queen would have cried if she had her tongue. You still have time to flee. Run, you little fools!
…A lioness does not fear a frog, no matter how old and ugly she might be. She should have gone, she should have listened, she should have run away. Instead she took the dagger Maggy offered her, and ran the twisted iron blade across the ball of her thumb. Then she did Melara too.”
Maggy the Frog’s Prophecy.
Revlon is proud to reintroduce five iconic, discontinued shades of Super Lustrous lipstick (as voted by their loyal fans) and I’m very excited to share them with you. I think Icy Violet and Sandstorm are my favorites.
Swatched from top to bottom (year introduced): Jungle Peach (1963), Snow Peach (1956), Fifth Ave Red (1958), Icy Violet (1946), Sandstorm (1999).
Not only did I receive a set of five vintage shades for myself (available in drugstores now!), Revlon generously provided a set for me to give away! One lucky reader will receive all five shades as well! To enter, follow the two steps below.
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Imagine Garrosh Hellscream listening to Siegecrafter Blackfuse tell him about Homestuck.
k so i know that caffeine is really central to a lot of people, but i haven’t been allowed to drink caffeine while i’ve been sick and i’ve never felt more awake at the end of the school day. as much as i miss my caffeine fix, i think not drinking it on a daily basis has been really good for me.
"You try my patience dangerously by bringing these to me. However, it is clear your heart seeks the same vengeance as I.”
Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak. He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can’t. Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?