Love should not break you. Love should make you stronger. (insp: x x)

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Love should not break you. Love should make you stronger. (insp: x x)
I never thought I’d be able to do any of this stuff. But I can. Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before, I hope you do now.
Well, that was a mistake - Resquest by anon
If it weren’t for me, you’d have been slaughtered on that battlefield.
Lord Petyr was seated on his window seat, languid and elegant in a plush plum-colored doublet and a yellow satin cape, one gloved hand resting on his knee. “The king is fighting hares with a crossbow,” he said. “The hares are winning. Come see.”
“I am a knight,” he told them. He opened the silver fastenings of his breastplate and let that fall as well. “I shall die a knight.”“A naked knight, it would seem,” quipped Littlefinger.
Littlefinger came calling an hour after the Grand Maester had left, clad in a plum-colored doublet with a mockingbird embroidered on the breast in black thread, and a striped cloak of black and white. “I cannot visit long, my lord,” he announced. “Lady Tanda expects me to lunch with her. No doubt she will roast me a fatted calf. If it’s near as fatted as her daughter, I’m like to rupture and die.”
As Ned looked to him, Lord Petyr stifled a yawn. “When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it,” he declared. “Waiting won’t make the maid any prettier. Kiss her and be done with it.”
“Chataya runs a choice establishment,” Littlefinger said as they rode. “I’ve half a mind to buy it. Brothels are a much sounder investment than ships, I’ve found. Whores seldom sink, and when they are boarded by pirates, why, the pirates pay good coin like everyone else.“
Varys made a tsking sound. “Sweet Petyr, surely you do not mean to suggest that these puissant lords and noble knights could be bought like so many chickens in the market.”“Have you been to our markets of late, Lord Varys?” asked Littlefinger. “You’d find it easier to buy a lord than a chicken.”
Petyr Baelish gave a shrug. "Tides and brides wait on no man, my lord. Once the autumn storms begin the voyage will be much more hazardous. Drowning would definitely diminish my charms as a bridegroom.”
Grand Maester Pycelle gaped at him, aghast. “Surely you do not mean to suggest that Lady Selyse would bring a fool into her bed?”“You’d have to be a fool to want to bed Selyse Florent,” said Littlefinger.
There was a hermit’s cave on his land as well, but no hermit. “He’s dead now, but when I was a boy my father took me to see him. The man had not washed in forty years, so you can imagine how he smelled, but supposedly he had the gift of prophecy. He groped me a bit and said I would be a great man, and for that my father gave him a skin of wine.” Petyr snorted. “I would have told him the same thing for half a cup.”
“Perhaps I could bed you now, and wed you later?”The Lady Lysa giggled like a girl. “Oh, Petyr Baelish, you are so wicked. No, I say no, I am the Lady of the Eyrie, and I command you to wed me this very moment!”
“That will give it strength enough to stand, I’d think,” Petyr said. “May I come into your castle, my lady?” Sansa was wary. “Don’t break it. Be …”“… gentle?” He smiled.
“We did not come for your signature. Nor do we mean to bandy words with you, Littlefinger.”“What a pity. I do so love a nicely bandied word.”
Cersei smiled the sort of smile she customarily reserved for Jaime. “Lord Petyr, you are a wicked creature.”“Thank you, Your Grace."
-Petyr Baelish being a smartass
YEAH FINE WHATEVER SYNONYM MAKES YOU HAPPIEST
lorde: “im waiting for it, that green light, i want it”
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I have four levels of OTPs (insp.)
◈ my forever favorites: (11/50) male characters ◈ Michael Cordero
I’m not just gonna give up on us. You know? We belong together. And I’ll never stop believing that.
You’ll always feel different, but you will be okay. And your life will be beautiful again. Just in different ways. Mi amor, you just have to trust me…
favorite couples: Jane Villanueva Cordero and Michael Cordero, Jr.
Why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling? I didn’t want you to feel bad, or pressured. Isn’t that the whole perk of this marriage thing? We share the pain and the pressure? That’s the whole perk? Well, okay, one of ‘em. You don’t have to take on this whole thing alone anymore.
- You took the Lord’s name in vain. - No, I didn’t, Janet. I found it very useful, actually. Okay, Janet?
Aidan Gillen, Pickups (2017)
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favourite romantic relationship: Jane & Michael
I’m four hours into a Hitchcock binge. What? Why?