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“I know I’ve got a death wish. I’ve never enjoyed my life, I’ve never liked people. I love the mountains because they are the negation of life, indestructible, inhuman, untouchable, indifferent, as I want to be.”

— Anna Kavan, from Machines in the Head: Selected Stories

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So…I am having a merry dozen of emotions, and unfortunately for me, they’re all currently throwing down with each other

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"Unfortunate in the sense that, ya know, that Adam guy leads all those angels down here every year. Real ball ache apparently, though I don't know anyone who's seen him and lived." She shrugs.

"But I guess you wouldn't know about the extermination, since you're a freshie..."

"Yeah, I guess you're right... although now that I heard it from you... angels are seriously fucked, and messed up. imagine if I was the guy commanding those evil angels, and kill everyone in Hell... wouldn't it be just a coincidence now isn't it, Eden?"

Oh, poor, unfortunate, amnesic Dickmaster...

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She laughs, though she does try to stifle it as they enter the hotel.

"Probably about as likely as me being the Actual Garden of Eden!"

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You Can’t Kill a Cockroach

A canon divergence fic focused on General Hux.

Summary

General Armitage Hux didn’t get to where he was in life by being an idiot. Far from it. He has always been the smartest man in the room. And that doesn’t change after he’s shot point blank in the chest.

Alternately, Mac took the Canon of TRoS and said, no thanks.

Obviously, contains Spoilers for TRoS.

Inspired by artwork by @jeusus EDIT; I found the other piece it’s by @nefastidies

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“Do you remember? Who you were before?”

Love me some prefall Beelzebub and the angst that comes along with it

#especially when it comes to ineffable bureaucracy #good omens #gomens #good omens fanart #beezlebub #beezlebub good omens #pre fall beelzebub #acrylic painting #traditional

Robbaery Week pt 2; Sparring

The blunt side of the sword hit her across the back, and Margaery fell into the mud, for the umpteenth time.

Dacey gave a sharp bark of laughter.

“I think that is enough for now.” She said. “You look more dirt than lady and more bruise than skin.”

“No,” Margaery strained, the wind knocked clear out of her lungs. “I can continue.”

“Perhaps. But you shouldn’t.” A new voice said, from somewhere beyond the clearing around the weirwood. A deeper voice. A voice Margaery hadn’t heard in weeks. Her heart skipped as she whirled around.

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Robbaery Week has begun!

As a reminder, the prompts are:

Day 1 - Hot spring Day 2 - Capture Day 3 - Sparring Day 4 - Diplomacy Day 5 - Memories Day 6 - Lazy morning Day 7 - Wedding

If you want us to see your post and reblog, you can tag it with #robbaeryweek or even just #robbaery! Have fun and please let us know if we miss anything!

Robbaery Week Day 1; Hot Springs

With the ending of Summer and the approach of Fall, the Riverlands were plagued with cold winds and unending rain. Margaery Tyrell wished for the sun of the Reach as she rode through the drizzle.

It had been six months since she had ridden north with Garlan and a host of five and ten thousand to support Robb Stark in his campaign through the ravaged Riverlands. Two months after, he had been crowned King of the North and the Trident, and Margaery had become a traitor of the crown. Then two moon turn ago, Stannis found his host crushed against the walls of King’s Landing by Tywin Lannister. That was when Mace Tyrell had finally relented and declared for Robb, making him the King of the North, the Trident, and the Reach.

Margaery and Garlan were the leaders of the Reach force, and she took pride in riding at the head of their column, clad in riding leathers that Dacey Mormont had gifted her, and a cloak of deep green, trimmed in grey fur, a gift from her grandmother, no doubt to catch the King’s eye. When her grandmother, the infamous Queen of Thornes, had sent the present, she had included a note. The Rose of Highgarden had ridden north with noble intentions. However she would ride south as a Queen.

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