Cuivres

1 cuivre Noun, masculine
(a) copper; (old-fashioned) ~ jaune yellow copper, brass; ~ blanc white copper
(b) (Music) ~s brass (instruments); les ~s the brass (section); fanfare de ~s brass band
2 cuivré Adjective
(a) copper-plated; bronzed skin; coppery hair, reflection

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23/50 pictures of Bradley James

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23/50 pictures of Bradley James

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Things Jon Snow Knows

1x24 Heroine Irene Adler

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Game of Thrones opening theme - Mashup of Jason Yang (violin) and Roger Lima (rock) covers

Holy FUCK. This is amazing.

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The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.
The Merchant of Venice (3.5.1)

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Gorgeous Tudors outfits | Green gown worn (very briefly) by Natalie Dormer in 2.01.

so beautiful but squished boobs

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Some are given a chance to climb but they refuse: they cling to the Realm, or the Gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

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To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater. Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you. I swear it by earth and water. I swear it by bronze and iron. “We swear it by ice and fire.”

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To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater. Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you. I swear it by earth and water. I swear it by bronze and iron. “We swear it by ice and fire.”

but it’s not!!!

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Sophie Turner in defense of Sansa Stark (x).

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they shouldn’t be surprised when we come back to haunt them

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they shouldn’t be surprised when we come back to haunt them

When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike. Even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.

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When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike. Even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.

i never asked to play. the game was too dangerous. one slip and i am dead.

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The big white direwolf would not lie still. He paced from one end of the armory to the other, past the cold forge and back again. “Easy, Ghost,” Jon called. “Down, Sit, Ghost, Down.” Yet when he made to touch him, the wolf bristled and bared his teeth.

In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered.

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The big white direwolf would not lie still. He paced from one end of the armory to the other, past the cold forge and back again. “Easy, Ghost,” Jon called. “Down, Sit, Ghost, Down.” Yet when he made to touch him, the wolf bristled and bared his teeth.
In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered.