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@lionsarchive
I HAVE MOVED. THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. FIND ME HERE.
I AM MOVING THIS BLOG ! After 3 long years, it’s time I’ve started anew. Posts here feel too cluttered, my following list feels too stuffy, and all in all, it feels dusted, crusted and rusted which kind of breaks my will to be here at all. Classes start again soon so I’ll have very limited time as it is, so I want to get the best out of it if I spend it here. I will be much more selective on the new blog which is nothing personal, just a necessity for my mental health. I want to be focused only on writing and creating content. I won’t be carrying on threads save for a handful few, my exclusives list will be heavily modified, my verses will be upgraded and changed, rules will be updated and more detailed and certain small aesthetic changes will happen gradually. All in all, this is an effort to feel more comfortable and start fresh. I will be starting the process in slow steps as of today. My following will be limited but IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN INTERACTING WITH ME, even if we haven’t in the past or did little of it, give this a like and I’ll maybe see you on the flip side. Thank you for everything. ♥
I HAVE MOVED. THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. FIND ME HERE.
I AM MOVING THIS BLOG ! After 3 long years, it’s time I’ve started anew. Posts here feel too cluttered, my following list feels too stuffy, and all in all, it feels dusted, crusted and rusted which kind of breaks my will to be here at all. Classes start again soon so I’ll have very limited time as it is, so I want to get the best out of it if I spend it here. I will be much more selective on the new blog which is nothing personal, just a necessity for my mental health. I want to be focused only on writing and creating content. I won’t be carrying on threads save for a handful few, my exclusives list will be heavily modified, my verses will be upgraded and changed, rules will be updated and more detailed and certain small aesthetic changes will happen gradually. All in all, this is an effort to feel more comfortable and start fresh. I will be starting the process in slow steps as of today. My following will be limited but IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN INTERACTING WITH ME, even if we haven’t in the past or did little of it, give this a like and I’ll maybe see you on the flip side. Thank you for everything. ♥
“You make a fool of death with your beauty,”
— Florence & The Machine, from High as Hope (2018); “Hunger,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Let him come. I will smash him, just as Father did, and this time he will die. Stannis did not frighten her, no more than Mace Tyrell did. No one frightened her. She was a daughter of the Rock, a lion. There will be no more talk of forcing me to wed again. Casterly Rock was hers now, and all the power of House Lannister. No one would ever disregard her again.
a song of ice and fire meme: [2/2] kings/queens ☆ cersei lannister
GAME STARTERS VOL.3 FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS
❛ I am feared by all – with good reason. ❜
❛ What am I thinking? Oh, that I’d decorate these walls with your guts. ❜
❛ You seem calm given the situation. ❜
❛ You said before you had something taken from you. ❜
❛ That was a long time ago. I don’t pay it much mind anymore. ❜
❛ I haven’t shown my hand - I’ve shown one card. I’ve given my enemies a single, provocative datum upon which to fixate. They have no idea what other cards I’m holding. It’s a strong hand, believe me - I dealt it to myself. ❜
❛ You’re still as perfect as the day we met. ❜
❛ They negotiated. Not out of the kindness of their hearts, as they try to make it seem. Because the calculus of power left no other choice. ❜
❛ Some douchebag coming up talking about the greatest feeling in the world: love. Ain’t that a kick in the head? ❜
❛ Waging war against good people is bad for the soul. ❜
❛ Before going forward, I want to know the past. ❜
❛ Road gets rougher from here. Left marks for you, colours will tell the way - if you’re smart. ❜
❛ I warned you, but you still persisted. ❜
❛ You stand on holy ground, a temple to God’s glory on Earth. But the only use for an animal in a temple is sacrifice. ❜
❛ Maybe you just need to be tested. We’ll see. ❜
❛ Like I said: I’m boring. ❜
❛ Do you always deflect personal questions? ❜
❛ I’m going to kill you SO much. ❜
❛ You already lost. Don’t throw away your dignity. ❜
❛ Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. ❜
❛ The pain on a scale of one to ten? I’d say it’s a ‘shut the fuck up and fix me’. ❜
❛ You want some weapon schematics? I can hook that shit up! ❜
❛ You didn’t fool me! I just pretended not to know! ❜
❛ Get up without permission, I’ll blast your ass so far through your head, it’ll turn the moon cherry-pie red. ❜
❛ Whoa - This isn’t what I signed up for. ❜
❛ I’ve heard you are a kind of prankster. ❜
❛ The fact that we’re having this conversation means that you failed, right? ❜
❛ Oh great, just when I thought today couldn’t get any worse. ❜
❛ Longing makes the heart grow fonder. ❜
❛ I survived because the fire inside burned brighter than the fire around me. ❜
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Open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as I am.
Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via shieldarmed)
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While she does project strong hate towards men, be it in demeanour or way of thinking & expressing herself, Cersei Lannister is FAR from a feminist, and in fact, has a mechanism of comprehending densely built out of raging inner misogyny. Regardless of being a woman in a position of power, she almost always claims the POV of a man, wishing to be one, and feeling substantially weaker being born female simply because she believes to be ‘a better man than any of them could ever be’. Being restricted and treated differently from childhood on, especially growing up with a twin brother, and growing to accept their dissimilarities in perception, regardless of being “”TWO HALVES OF ONE”“, witnessing the choices, options & opportunities that was handed to him when she was forcefully led through a path she had no say in, she was raised to think being female meant being no different than being ‘a broodmare’, an animal, while being born a man offered the world to someone of the same status and even SAME LOOKS in her case.
❛ When we were little, Jaime and I were so much alike that even our lord father could not tell us apart. Sometimes as a lark we would dress in each other’s clothes and spend a whole day each as the other. Yet even so, when Jaime was given his first sword, there was none for me. ‘What do I get?’ I remember asking. We were so much alike, I could never understand why they treated us so differently. Jaime learned to fight with sword and lance and mace, while I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, while I was to be sold to some stranger like a horse, to be ridden whenever my new owner liked, beaten whenever he liked, and cast aside in time for a younger filly. Jaime’s lot was to be glory and power, while mine was birth and moonblood. ❜ ( Cersei, ACOK )
After being treated like an object by her own father to later on get sold to Robert like livestock, when she was only a kid, to be raped and abused and shut down for seventeen years while holding the title of queen and still being treated like an object regardless of it, she grew not only to scorn upon the idea and reality of womanhood, but to downright hate it. While it might have been possible for her to “wring her suffering” in a way that could perhaps make her a feminist, where she would be proud in being the woman she is and not “the man she would make”, it wasn’t quite the option without a woman figure around, especially a woman that defied, even slightly, the expectations of a patriarchal society, and even more so a mother figure of the kind. It was also the lack of support and inner - strength through which she would go against being made into a “slave” for being born female, in a drastically different way. It was at first almost innocent, the way she was blatantly confused about not being able to hold any title a man was freely offered when she knew to be more fitting an option herself in every way.
What’s very important in recognising her behaviour patterns is, despite despising the idea of being born a woman, not sexually but as a mindset that is accepted by everyone around her, and wildly wishing to claim the power of a man, she still perfectly realises their weaknesses, and it is indeed, an enormous factor playing in the piling of rage and rancour that easily and corruptively thrives within her and gets stronger gradually over the course of years. She strongly believes that all the men who were born as what she was taught as the “supreme” sex, are inadequate and thus undeserving of the things they were born entitled to when she had to sit silent and look pretty despite being way more capable. Especially fuelled by Robert’s brutality, general ignorance and the way he failed to be even a mediocre spouse, father and most importantly, what a ‘king’ should be, she grew to hate men as well as women, but even more so, she began to think she’d always hold the upper hand against a male-dominant kingdom, through MANIPULATION, especially using her beauty and sexuality to the point of growing delusional and thinking of her body as a weapon that she could wield to survive.
Serving men cleared away the swan, hardly touched. Cersei beckoned for the sweets. ❛ I hope you like blackberry tarts. ❜ ❛ I love all sorts of tarts. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’ve know that for a long while. Do you know why Varys is so dangerous? ❜ ❛ Are we playing riddles now? No. ❜ ❛ He doesn’t have a cock. ❜ ❛ Neither do you. ❜ And don’t you just hate that, Cersei? ❛ Perhaps I’m dangerous too. You, on the other hand, are as big a fool as every other man. That worm between your legs does half your thinking. ❜ ( Tyrion, ACOK )
She openly calls men a parade of fools but not because they’re “”born male””, but because she thinks none of them manage to reach her idea of what a ’man’ should be ; allowed to do anything and everything but never doing anything. She stresses that she too is perhaps ‘dangerous’ because she believes to have the mind and capacity of what people expect of men in equal statuses, while being a woman that can manipulate the men, who all in her eyes, fail to be “worthy”. In her head, she is THE RIGHTFUL KING, not a queen, which is an almost empty title for her because of the way people treat it, she claims it so harshly only because she means to make that change.
So, she is definitely NOT a feminist, looks down upon the IDENTITY MATCHED WITH THE GENDER OF FEMALE, in the ways she saw and learned and was taught, she doesn’t want to relate to the “woman” that the society wants to see.
WILDFIRE . starter call ?
Do you know why Varys is so dangerous? Because he doesn’t have a cock. Neither do you.
i’ve learned a great deal from her.
for @lionswrath, happy birthday, dearest !
Samson and Delilah, 1887 (detail) José Echenagusía.
WILDFIRE . starter call ?
THE BOY’S UNSNARLING had been no pleasant sight to see, screams stifled by the swift sundering & the scarlet showers that followed. what had wrought his grief was the wailing of his sister, shallowed by the perfunctory tocsins of the tripods amidst their reaping. it had taken a fervent plea to desquamate her from the violent scene & now here in the beclouded eventide, he wonders if she resents him for his sombre efforts to save her vile child. brat or not, no one deserves a fate such as his.
HE LISLES FINGERS against her scalp, hand skirring the flush of skin at her shoulder tenderly. ❛ cers —– ❜ an urging suit effete with sorrow. ❛ talk to me. please. ❜
SHUDDER’S VIOLENT a current through mauled frame, backbone jerks & she eludes the hand at her shoulder, absconding from what rattled brain labels as unsolicited pity. ❛ Don’t. ❜ Gaze ablaze when finally turned, beaming with the boiling of fury at the pit of twisting gut, a deranged, misshaped reflection of egregious sorrow burgeoning second by second, exhaustion of myriad kinds sing through the cracks of a fuming sigh that pursues. & through momentary distraction it returns, the vicious, sanguine branching BURNT into eyelids, she is trapped within an endless a maddening twinge at the piths of each tired bone with every blink.
❛ THEY TOOK HIM FROM ME. ❜ and you watched. ----- The pregnant silence after a ragged breath, greens shift as swells salt within, uncontrolled. ❛ What is left to TALK ABOUT ? ❜