Silverstone

I like playing games, reading and painting.

[moringmark]

[runcibility]

I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it

[quadriviummuse]

I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.

[zamisriza-the-resurrection]

Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.

[sadakotetsuwan]

Damn right we do cause we a got Seto Kaiba’s routing and account numbers

[silverstone12345]

Does anybody do these things before meeting Al-An at the phasegate?

Build a snowman outside Outpost Zero with the rebreather and oxygen tank as a goodbye to Sam and the beautiful world of 4546B?

Meet Marguerite and Preston and say goodbye to them verbally?

Wear reinforced suit because it is the fanciest of the outerwear options? Like looking good is necessary to impress Al-An.

I do this every playthrough because I love the game and the character of Al-An so much😁!

[silverstone12345]

Title: Touch

Sansa caught the faint scent of blood as she gave into his tender touch.

'What are you?' She thinks.

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64070221/chapters/167125564#workskin

[silverstone12345]

Title: An Uncertain Heart

"He will protect you. You will be safe with him." Her father said to her before she was ushered into the carriage.

She only saw glimpses of him, until yesterday morning when he looked up at her from the garden. Alina had never seen a more beautiful man in her life.

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64070221/chapters/167121535#workskin

[silverstone12345]

Pretty Girl

To Be Loved

Image References

Artwork 1: I forgot the source. It was either from Pinterest or Unsplash.

Artwork 2: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/639581584616491454/

Made in Procreate.

Also at AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64070221/chapters/164379982

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

Happiness Will Come To You.

[12goblins]

when tho

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

[wizardshark]

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

[wizardshark]

I am the only survivor on this post REBLOG FOR HAPPINESS IN LATE MARCH AND TO SURVIVE THE MARCH OF TIME!!!!

[def-not-enjolras]

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

[silverstone12345]

Ain’t that the truth!

[gayvian]

[gayvian]

[waspinfested]

why are you calling him green shrek?? shrek is already green??

[indoraptorz]

[sulferandwater-deactivated20211]

No one is regular, everyone is extraordinary

[inthefallofasparrow]

[inthefallofasparrow]

Fixed

[inthefallofasparrow]

[double--cross-d]

This post is a train wreck.

[inthefallofasparrow]

[gaymoods]

Why do you need to put ordinary? Shouldn’t it just be the words without the adjective?

[inthefallofasparrow]

[silverstone12345]

lol

[silverstone12345]

My fear:

It do be like that tho…

[silverstone12345]

Learn To Love Me.

[silverstone12345]

Seductive

Hola! Another Darklina fanart. They are living rent free in my head. Will post a series of fanart on AO3 soon.

Reference from Pinterest.

This is definitely not the result of me reading too many mafia AU’s. Trust me. *Laughs nervously*

[silverstone12345]

Dancing.

I tried my best at this. Reference photo taken from Pinterest. Enjoy!

[clarasimone]

The One I Love

Coming soon, a fanfic freely inspired by The Last Front, an upcoming film starring IAIN GLEN

by @clarasimone

She felt loved.

In his arms.

In the heat of summer, as warm as his caresses. As lulling as his voice, so deep, so mesmerising; its lilt, susurrating, hypnotising, like the sweet, sweet buzz of the furrowing bees gorging themselves all around them. While he confessed his love. With words, immodest and true, rumbling his need for her. Irrepressible, imperious, too-long contained it hurt, it ached, it tore him apart, it—

—It drove him to bed her, in the hay he had just harvested… the very moment she looked at him, just so. The moment she slipped her fingers through his hair, just so. And opened her rosy lips to his, just so. 

Oh yes, she felt loved.

Amidst the poppies. His bearded cheek nuzzling the curve of her visage, his lips testing her pulse, the strength of him crushing her gracile form, crushing the wild strawberries staining her white dress.

The one she was so desperate to lose, the one he was ruffling, and ripping, so eager to free her. So eager for his flesh to meet hers. So—

“Leonard, please!” She couldn’t wait, she wanted him so!

My love. Mine, mine, mine… she kept thinking, feverishly. Like a prayer from which there could be no escape. To which she wanted him to surrender.

“Leonard, Leon—ugh!” she moaned, deeply. He smelled of hay and sweat and sweet cloves when he took her.

And the sun, the sun was crowning his head with a golden halo, as he kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her while his hips, ravishing her, echoed her wish and heart beat: you are mine. Dear Lord, you are mine.

You are mine.

But then.

Of course.

She woke up.

“Mathilde?” he said, softly, stirring her. She must have fallen asleep, pausing for a moment, in the midst of her wee harvest. 

Yes, the strawberries. Staining her white dress. She meant to pick them to bake a pie.

 “Leonard…” she answered drowsily, unaware she wasn’t dreaming anymore. Forgetting to guard herself as she smiled up to him, like a woman contented, a woman in love.

Oh no! she thought, but not quick enough.

Because she saw it then, just before she truly regained her senses, before she knew to compose herself. She saw it when his tall frame eclipsed the sun, showing her his handsome features: there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes—shut down before it bloomed, but not before piercing his heart. Yes, the thought brushed his mind: this is how she’d looked, in the aftermath of pleasure.

Yet…

“You fell asleep,” he stated. Simply, tenderly—as was his way, always.

And it was over then, the next second washing away any semblance of improper knowledge from his blue, blue eyes. And communion between them.

He extended his hand to help her get to her feet: Leonard. The man she loved… with absolutely no hope of reciprocity. Because, you see, she was to wed his son. 

[mrwhittaker]

Iain Glen - Interviews

[silverstone12345]

Bookworms

They sat on the emerald-green grass enjoying the late spring air. Daenerys lay her back on Jorah’s chest holding a book in her hands with Jorah’s arm around her as he flipped the pages with his fingers. They were reading her favourite story ‘The Knight and his Princess’. Her pink dress spilled on the grass as she shifted towards a more comfortable position. The story had reached its end with a happily ever after. She turned to smile at him and he returned her it in kind as his blue eyes shone with pure Love.

Daenerys couldn’t help but kiss her fiancé then. Their breaths mingled together before her lips met his in a sweet kiss. Both broke apart, their foreheads touching.

“My dearest Love, my Princess.” He said to her softly.

“My Knight, my dearest Love.” She whispered back softly with absolute joy colouring her voice.

[jorahdaenerysevents]

Jorah & Daenerys Winter Holidays Event 2022

❄️ It’s that time of the year again ❄️

We are happy to host the Jorah & Daenerys Winter Holidays Event 2022!

For everyone who is creating something for the winter holiday jorleesi-flavored season, or would like to create something for this sweet couple - the 17th of December is the day to post it!

❄️ Information ❄️ 

❄️ Deadline for posting your submission: 17th December 2022

❄️ The general theme is Winter and Jorah and Daenerys. Anything related to this theme (e.g. holidays, snow/elements, etc) is great!

❄️ Any type of media is fine (fanfic/poems/fanart/comic/edit/gifs/…). You can post it either on AO3 or tumblr or any other preferred source.

❄️ You submit by just posting your creation on your regular account. If you like to get a reblog by this account, make sure to either tag this account @jorahdaenerysevents​, tag your creation with #winterjorleesi or PM this account so we can find and reblog your creation!

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