The shit I watch for N*ikolaj coster-waldau.
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This man had a beard, a crossbow, and more emotional damage than the entire cast of Euphoria, and I sat through every muddy, plot-holed, predictably-scripted second like a loyal disciple.
This wasn’t a movie. It was an offering to my ongoing bad-decision-making when it comes to handsome Danish men with scruff.
The shit I watch for N*ikolaj coster-waldau.
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This man had a beard, a crossbow, and more emotional damage than the entire cast of Euphoria, and I sat through every muddy, plot-holed, predictably-scripted second like a loyal disciple.
This wasn’t a movie. It was an offering to my ongoing bad-decision-making when it comes to handsome Danish men with scruff.
