[griefwoven]

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𝕮𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒    ;    mel king , daphne forrester , jyn erso , argella baratheon , frankie sutherland. 

[loveridden1999]

problematic sudoku solving skills gap

[ed13d1]

I let them break all your bones

painting by andrea kowch

[crownmemes]

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[starlessmistake]

the pitt shitposts - part 1

(a gift for my wife @thebaconsandwichofregret)

[griefwoven]

if   mel   wanted   silence ,   she   should   have   known   better   than   to   escape   to   the   ambulance   bay.   the   wail   of   sirens ,   ebbing   and   flowing ,   as   the   ambulances   continued   about   their   day ,   stretcher   wheels   rattled   over   uneven   concrete   –   there   was   so   much   noise.   on   top   of   that ,   the   crackingly of radios   with   clipped   voices   that   just never   seemed   to   stop.   mel   stood   just   outside   the   automatic   doors   anyway ,   arms   folded   tightly   across   her   chest   as   though   they   alone   could   keep   everything   inside   from   spilling   out.   “ i   am   a   savage.   classy ,   bougie ,   ratchet ,   sassy ,   moody ,   nasty. ”   her   well   worn   mantra   tumbled   out   from   under   her   breath   in   an   attempt   to   regulate   her   breathing   a   little   more.   the   cool   afternoon   air   helped.   a   little.   not   enough   to   erase   the   image   of   her   last   patient ,   but   enough   that   she   could   breathe   without   feeling   like   the   walls   of   the   trauma   bay   were   closing   in.   when   the   familiar   figure   of   @livesaved   stepped   down   from   the   back   of   an   arriving ambulance ,   mel   glanced   over ,   pulled   her   face   into   something   that   she   hoped   resembled   a   smile.

“ hi. ”   her   voice   came   quieter   than   usual,   rubbed   raw   around   the   edges.   she   pushed   herself   off   the   wall ,   scrubbing   a   hand   briefly   over   her   face   before   letting   it   fall   again.   “ before   you   ask ,   i’m   fine. ”   a   beat.   then   a   huff   of   laughter   at   her   own   predictability.   “ which   probably   means   i'm   not. ”   her   eyes   drifted   toward   the   organised   chaos   unfolding   around   them   before   returning   to   belle.   “ got   five   minutes   before   somebody   needs   one   of   us   again?   i   could. . .   use   the   reminder   that   the   whole   world's   not   ending. ”

[zanephillips]

Will Sharpe in The White Lotus 2.07 “Arrivederci“

[princessdelacruz]

kingdon + tumblr tags (part 6)(v)(iv)(iii)(ii)(i)

(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

[cryptinspo]

𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘 / 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗠 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

❝ the forest listens child, and it remembers. ❞ ❝ don’t touch the thorns unless you wish to bleed for her. ❞ ❝ she promised me a crown of bones, and i said yes. ❞ ❝ keep smiling, wolves don’t like unhappy meals. ❞ ❝ your shadow is walking faster than you. ❞ ❝ the well doesn’t echo; it whispers back. ❞ ❝ every mirror lies, except the broken one. ❞ ❝ the prince isn’t asleep, he’s waiting. ❞ ❝ if you hear music in the trees, run. ❞ ❝ she braided her hair with human veins. ❞ ❝ he swallowed the moon, and now he can’t die. ❞ ❝ the feast is for you… and of you. ❞ ❝ they buried me under the roots, but i grew back. ❞ ❝ the wolf asked me to wear red. ❞ ❝ the fairy’s gift was teeth. ❞ ❝ mother said never to stray from the path, but the path itself moved beneath my feet. ❞ ❝ the witch’s cottage smells of sugar and smoke, but it is the silence inside that makes me afraid. ❞ ❝ he said he would marry me when the roses bloomed black, and this morning i found one in my bed. ❞ ❝ the king offers gold for my hand, but the shadows in his court offer freedom. ❞ ❝ i thought i was dancing with a handsome boy, until i saw the hooves beneath his cloak. ❞ ❝ the villagers smile when they give me bread, but their eyes linger on the knife at my throat. ❞ ❝ a wolf at my door is one thing, this one came wearing my father’s voice. ❞ ❝ when i kissed him, his lips were warm, but his heart was already soil. ❞ ❝ they told me the forest was cursed, yet the trees bowed as i entered. ❞ ❝ the queen said she loved me, but she keeps me locked in a tower of mirrors. ❞ ❝ i thought the song would save me, then i realized it was luring me to the river. ❞ ❝ his smile was kind, until i noticed the teeth were not his own. ❞ ❝ the fairy blessed me at birth, but i’ve been starving ever since. ❞ ❝ the beast asked me what i feared most; i answered, ‘becoming you’.❞ ❝ they told me the story ended happily, but i saw the blood beneath the wedding veil. ❞

[devoutgun]

“i’m not here for any bounty.” hands held up, the mandalorian in full beskar kept a solid, lithic presence. calm and sure, no attempt to hide from the trained elite. even the hovering cradle warbled behind him, a small green child peaking from its rim. din spoke again, tone even, "i'm here for information."

very slowly, one hand lowered to a pack on his belt and opened it clearly to ease that he had no plans to attach. the metal of credits scraped together in his hand as he pulled the money out, "and i can pay." it was common courtesy, smart courtesy, and simply an operations expense.

[griefwoven]

her   gaze   tracks   the   mandalorian   but   sable   does   not   move ,   not   at   first.   armour   carries   its   own   language ,   and   she   reads   it   easily:   weight ,   discipline ,   the   absence   of   panic.   instead   her   head   tilts   slightly ,   that   half-smile   returning.   “ you   walk   in   like   that ”   she   murmurs ,   voice   low   against   the   hush   “ and   expect   me   to   believe   you’re   not   here   for   blood. ”   a   pause.   the   faintest   shift   in   the   air   as   her   attention   flickers   ( briefly ,   deliberately )   to   the   shape   at   his   side ,   the   small   presence   tucked   into   metal   and   cloth.   interesting.   her   eyes   return   to   the mandalorian.

“ information. . . ”   she   repeats ,   as   if   testing   the   word   for   weight.   then   a   quiet   exhale ,   almost   amused.   “ that’s   what   everyone   says   when   they   don’t   want   to   admit   what   they’re   really   hunting. ”   another   pause.   “ you   tell   me   what   you   want   to   know. . .   and   then i   decide   if   it’s   worth   more   than   your   credits. ”

[amaet]

defiance, personified

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇 ··· a collection of sworn oaths and rusted honour, the men and women who guard a city that would sooner forget them, loyalty that bleeds but never bends. genre: drama, romance, angst, medieval.

I didn't take this post for the glory. There is no glory in this.

I swore an oath before I knew what oaths cost. I have been paying ever since.

You should not be in this part of the city at this hour. I will not ask again.

My loyalty belongs to the crown. 

Stand down. All of you. I said stand down! 

I have kept this city's peace for fifteen years. You have undone me in fifteen days.

You come to me with this now. At this hour. With blood on your hands and no explanation.

The gate closes at sundown. You knew that. Why are you only arriving now?

There are things I have done in service of this city that I will not speak of. Not to you. Not to anyone.

Lower your voice. These walls remember everything said within them.

I have followed orders my entire life. I am looking at you and wondering, for the first time, what it would mean to refuse one.

You are not safe here. 

My men did not see you. As far as this watch is concerned you were never here tonight.

I have held this post through three rulers. I will not compromise it. Not even for you.

The city does not sleep. Neither do I. We have that in common, at least.

Tell me what you know and tell me quickly. I have neither time nor patience for half truths.

I understand sacrifice. What I do not understand is being asked to sacrifice you.

Nobody passes through this gate without my leave.

I have drawn this sword in service of causes I did not believe in. I will not draw it against you.

You ask me to look the other way. You do not know what you are asking.

A commander does not have the luxury of doubt. I have been doubting since the moment I met you.

The fog comes in heavy off the river at this hour. Stay close.

I know every shadow in this city. I know every place a person might hide. I will find who did this.

You should fear me. Most people do. The fact that you do not is either very brave or very foolish.

I have given this city everything it has asked of me. Tonight it is asking for something I cannot give.

My second will take the watch. You and I need to speak somewhere without ears in the walls.

The law is the law. I did not write it. I do not always agree with it. I enforce it nonetheless.

You, of all people, came to the barracks. What has happened?

I have seen men break under far less. You are still standing. That means something.

Do not mistake my silence for approval, boy. Do not mistake it for indifference either.

I was told you were trouble the day you arrived in this city. I should have listened.

A knight serves. That is the whole of it. Serve, protect, endure. I have never wanted more than that until now.

I have enemies in every quarter of this city. I will not have you become a target because of your association with me.

The order came from above me. I am not certain it came from a place I still respect.

Put the blade down. I am asking you as someone who does not wish to see you hanged.

There are two kinds of people in a city like this. Those who are protected and those who do the protecting. I have always known which one I am.

You should not trust me simply because I wear this cloak. Trust must be earned. Let me earn it.

I will not pretend the law bends for sentiment. I will also not pretend I am without sentiment where you are concerned.

My duty ends at that door. What happens beyond it is between you and whatever gods you keep.

You are asking me to betray everything I have built my life upon.

The city watch answers to the crown. I answer to the city watch. Tonight I find myself answering to something else entirely.

I have buried men I called brothers. I have mourned them quietly and moved on because the realm does not pause for grief.

I am not accustomed to being seen. Only to being obeyed.

Ride out at first light. Take nothing that marks you as known to me. I will follow when I can.

You remind me of something I gave up a long time ago.

I have protected this city from every threat that has come for it. I did not anticipate that the thing I most needed protecting from would walk through my own gate.

[darkseldarines]

BETHANY ANTONIA as BAELA TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2.02 "Rhaenyra the Cruel"

[mothercains]

MEGAN SURI as kat in companion (2025)

[st4rgir222]

District 9, Panem - Grain

[griefwoven]

thinking   abt   jyn   and   sex   im   normal   i   swear   i   see   the   idea   of   her   using   sex   as   a   commodity   /   a   weapon   pop   up   in   fics   /   headcanons   &   while   i   do   see   the   vision ,   it   isn’t   a   direction   my   interpretation   follows   –   jyn   was   a   child   abandoned   &   raised   as   a   resistance   fighter ,   her   body   has   been   trained   as   a   weapon ,   a   literal   weapon   ergo   she   has   no   need   to   use   her   sexuality   as   one.   that’s   not   to   say   she   has   no   interest   in   the   act ,   nor   does   she   disregard   when   it   can   assist   her   in   a   ‘mission’   but.   she’s   5   foot   nothing   of   bone   &   scrawny   muscle   &   perfect   aim   &   aggression.   she’s   a   fighter ,   raised   a   separatist.   saw   was   many   times   a   neglectful   guardian   but   he   would   never   have   manipulated   her   sexuality   as   a   weapon   when   he   had   already   moulded   her   into   the   perfect   soldier.   in   some   way ,   he   managed   to. . .   protect   her   (?)   from   the   trauma   that   comes   from   being   a   woman   in   the   situations   she   was   in   because   she   had   other   means   to   protect   herself.   weaponised   self-sufficiency.

sex   isn’t   taboo ,   but   it’s   not   inherently   meaningful   to   her   either.   no   one   taught   her   to   flirt ,   seduce ,   or   weaponise   desirability ,   so   she   wouldn’t   default   to   those   tactics ,   even   if   she   intellectually   understands   them.

whether   or   not   others   believe   her   dynamic   with   cassian   was   a   romantic   or   sexual   connection ,   the   raw   intensity   of   their   connection   comes   from   jyn   finally   being   able   to   trust   her   life   in   someone   else’s   hands.   for   her ,   that’s   so   much   more   intimate   than   the   idea   of   sex   itself.

[television]

Anya Taylor-Joy as Alexandra “Sandie” Collins  

Last Night in Soho (2021) dir. Edgar Wright