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[holocrone]

In the Mood for Love, 花樣年華 dir. Wong Kar-wai (2000)

[missfaber]

Until then, Jon doesn’t realize his heart hasn’t been beating, not for weeks. Not since he dropped to one knee before her and asked for forever. What’s mine is yours, he’d said, never the best with words, but it’s what his mother taught him about love.

He hears Lyanna’s voice in his head now, he can picture her, ticking off points on her fingers. ‘Give everything you can, don’t try to change them… and for god’s sake, baby, always tell the truth.’

It’s in that last part he failed— though he’s spoken the truth tonight, here, in this room. Jon feels her heartbeat through the delicate skin of her wrist, a drum against his fingertips. He lets himself be selfish, unleashes his want for her—god he wants her more than anything, instead of anything.

I don’t want us to be over.

“Neither do I.”

it was a stained glass variation of the truth

 { a jonsa fake dating holiday fic } 

                                                                        —  NOW COMPLETE.  

[missfaber]

Fingertips upon her upended wrist. The slightest touch, but enough to send a current through her, enough to stop her. She looks at him, finding him closer than she thought.

“Don’t,” he says, so low she barely hears.

And this—one word from him—breaks a dam in her. Silent tears slide down her cheeks. She pulls her hand away from the doorknob, is stunned when his hand follows hers, fingers moving to wrap around her wrist. “Okay.”

“Don’t cry.” His brows are pinched together, his face suddenly too close. She feels every one of his breaths on her face and thinks, home. “Don’t go. God damn it. Please.”

“I don’t want to.” She says it so quickly she trips over her words, blending them until she’s afraid they can’t be understood. She speaks more slowly, clearly, even though every part of her is trembling. With fear, with hope.

“I don’t want us to be over.”

it was a stained glass variation of the truth by MissFaber 

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[missfaber]

It’s hard to look at her. Her beauty turns painful in this light, in the knowledge that it isn’t his to touch any longer.

“I am doing this for my family,” Sansa says as they go up the cobblestone walk, followed by a shaky breath.

It isn’t overtly cruel, yet it’s one of the worst things she’s ever said to him.

“So am I.” 

it was a stained glass variation of the truth by MissFaber

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[r0tt3nlamb]

"I shine only with the light you gave me" (The Crane Wives. "The Moon will Sing")

sorry for the angst cw for canonical major character death ig :( my playlist for them is actually fire and i just daydream about them during work..

[aemelia]

— the hazards of love, the decemberists | longing @merthurmicrofic

[joanna-lannister]

no one:

absolutely no one:

Sophie: AND WE PLAY LOVERS!

[neyafromfrance95]

sauron doesn't just covet galadriel's light, he worships it. and his sole greatest mission would have became to bring all middle-earth to its knees to worship the light of its queen, like it's worshiped by sauron himself.

galadriel is sauron's god.

the god that he violently pierces with his crown and binds to himself by guilt when she rejects him, as his worship is selfish and cruel.

the only god who could replace the other - morgoth. it was not adar alone who saw galadriel as morgoth's successor. sauron sees that the only way for him to be free of morgoth's darkness is to bind himself to galadriel's light.

he doesn't want her as a trophy, he doesn't want to tame her, deep down, he doesn't even want her to simply be his equal.

he wants her to willingly become his master, his god. yet, when she resists, he pins her and pierces her with the crown (=the proposal/power), leaving her no choice as he penetrates her flesh with his offering, keeps pushing in as he tells her he wants her as his queen to worship, a soft expression turning into the desire to devour. if she doesn't hold his leash, he will eat her whole. if she doesn't accept his submission, he will ravage her as a means of binding in his desperation. if she doesn't bind him to her light, he will bind her to his darkness by marking her with morgoth's crown. his yearning knows no boundaries.

and he won't ever stop holding onto their connection, groping for a taste of her light, the light that will always overshadow all of his creations, the creations that won't ever quench his thirst for her light.

[sansaren]

if god hates jonsas why do we keep winning

[wulfhalls]

JONSAS!!!!!!!!! JONSAS!!!!!!!!!!! HOEMYGODDDDDDDD

[theedorksinlove]

MERLIN & ARTHUR PENDRAGON ⤷ merlin ✗ 3x05 - the crystal cave

[fr44dom]

[saracuervoart]

“And what do you wish?’ he said at last. ‘That what should be shall be,’ she answered.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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[metamorphesque]

― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

[missfaber]

Until then, Jon doesn’t realize his heart hasn’t been beating, not for weeks. Not since he dropped to one knee before her and asked for forever. What’s mine is yours, he’d said, never the best with words, but it’s what his mother taught him about love.

He hears Lyanna’s voice in his head now, he can picture her, ticking off points on her fingers. ‘Give everything you can, don’t try to change them… and for god’s sake, baby, always tell the truth.’

It’s in that last part he failed— though he’s spoken the truth tonight, here, in this room. Jon feels her heartbeat through the delicate skin of her wrist, a drum against his fingertips. He lets himself be selfish, unleashes his want for her—god he wants her more than anything, instead of anything.

I don’t want us to be over.

“Neither do I.”

it was a stained glass variation of the truth

 { a jonsa fake dating holiday fic } 

                                                                        —  NOW COMPLETE.  

[missfaber]

It’s hard to look at her. Her beauty turns painful in this light, in the knowledge that it isn’t his to touch any longer.

“I am doing this for my family,” Sansa says as they go up the cobblestone walk, followed by a shaky breath.

It isn’t overtly cruel, yet it’s one of the worst things she’s ever said to him.

“So am I.” 

it was a stained glass variation of the truth by MissFaber

7/∞ fics with book style covers  ✨  ( fic tag ) ( download with cover: epub | mobi )

[missfaber]

Fingertips upon her upended wrist. The slightest touch, but enough to send a current through her, enough to stop her. She looks at him, finding him closer than she thought.

“Don’t,” he says, so low she barely hears.

And this—one word from him—breaks a dam in her. Silent tears slide down her cheeks. She pulls her hand away from the doorknob, is stunned when his hand follows hers, fingers moving to wrap around her wrist. “Okay.”

“Don’t cry.” His brows are pinched together, his face suddenly too close. She feels every one of his breaths on her face and thinks, home. “Don’t go. God damn it. Please.”

“I don’t want to.” She says it so quickly she trips over her words, blending them until she’s afraid they can’t be understood. She speaks more slowly, clearly, even though every part of her is trembling. With fear, with hope.

“I don’t want us to be over.”

it was a stained glass variation of the truth by MissFaber 

8/∞ fics with book style covers  ✨  ( fic tag ) ( download with cover: epub | mobi )