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*sends hugs and chocolate* Don't worry about writing, or whatever's going on here. The world, and Tumblr, will keep on turning. If you need a break, go take a break -- you need not apologise for looking after your own wellbeing. Go do things that make you happy, go recover, go be yourself and relax awhile. Tumblr will be here and waiting when you feel comfortable returning. And if anyone gets annoyed at you for not being made of titanium, I will happily eviscerate them in your stead.

&&captivity        —— i can’t tell you how much it means to me. i feared that if i made a public         post regarding my current situation, many of my followers would react        resentfully. this message really is a surprise - and i mean that in the most        positive way possible.

                                thank you.

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&&captivity         ---- some personal shit below the cut.

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&&captivity           ---- i'm... i'm going to turn sixteen in eleven days??            Fuck, i don't wanna do grown up things anymore,            it's too hard for me.

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The 69th gif in your folder is your muse's reaction to being approached for casual sex

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{ maestrx }

                  “I imagine it’s because those that saw you first considered                             you wild savages in comparison… Or perhaps it is                             because you dwell in wild lands. Ergo…. Wildlings.”

               ` oh, you almost had it. just almost,  i fear.                  we see what we want to see. 'ergo'-- we                  view you as mindless, obediant half-wits                  and you deem us savage. ´

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[ text: val ] maybe not [ text: val ] what will you make of it?

[ msg: daario ] i dunno [ msg: daario ] you tell me what i should think of it

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val has little to no doubts regarding herself. she's content with herself-- her attitude, her humor, her looks. it's more likely that she blames you for not liking her than herself.

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                                       ❝A Hand without a hand?                             A bad jape, sister. Don’t ask me to rule.❞

                                jaime lannister rp | est. 14 may, 2012                                tracking maimedlion | mun & muse 21+                                   feel free to tag in random starters                                      au & oc friendly | follows book                                    canon, however will work with HBO                                  canon as well | 10 years roleplaying                                 open to crossovers | selective shipping

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{ grishildr }

            Wherever there was danger was a place where one could find answers. Her quest to reach the north would not be attained by simply remaining behind in settlements that were deemed safe enough that one could be guaranteed a night’s rest. What madness plagued the regions beyond comfort was where she intended to be—but revealing such to those she barely knew would not bode well for what was planned. There were those who could not understand that there was only one path for her to walk upon, and while many others had the luxury of choosing, she, however, did not.

            “—Have there been attempt to see what lies beyond the mountains?” She wondered if those who had made the effort were now written down in legend…or seen as those remembered for their foolish bravery. 

           it would make no   difference  if  the woman would have spent            her entire in a life locked in a  cave far away from  any similar            being, all kneelers are ought  to know about the free folk hab-            itat - and if it is only  gloomy tales they tell their children about            in order to  scare them. free folk do not live  in secret. the nor-            thern lands  might  sound more wild, more perilous,  more un-            forgiving, even downright lethal, but utterly uncharted? all this            time, she deemed kneelers to be weak not stupid.

                       ` my lady hasn't had the pleasure                      to meet other free men yet, it seems. ´

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a   w a r r i o r   p r i n c e s s ,

not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

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           ` you are patient in a way            i could --never-- manage... ´

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                       a  semi-independent  gendry                                              of grrm’s a song of ice and fire series.                                    based in book canon.  multiverse + (limited) multiship.                      single ship in all modern aus. icon / chat / para / novella.                               crossovers & ocs welcome + encouraged. written by katie.                                                  i  |  ii  |  iii  |  ix

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        he wonders how often the red priestess had come to call upon         this woman that seemed to have ice in her veins. wondered if         it was her or the babe (sleeping it appeared) that had warranted         such interest from SHE and the king in the first place. surely, the         savages of the northern wilds held little esteem for the ideology         or rite of passage by BLOOD. if they had, would they then be         dubbed wildlings? such strange occurance to see them all united         (or at least formerly). perhaps they believed the babe would grow         to unite them again in the future. all points of vague interest; the         future seemed uncertain, and while he held little gift for seeing         the Red Lord’s message in the flames, even he could feel the         dread darkness looming just beyond the wall.                            ’ only myself. you need not refer to                              me as a lord; i am none. though                             dark priest seems morbid for a—                             casual conversation. my name is                             ronan.                                                                                           is it a secret place, then? ‘

              she  knows,  she  would  crack a smile or  some  sign  of               appreciation    if only the one she spoke  to - ronan - we-               re   not related to the red  witch.    if only   she   dared  to               speak       freely without having  to fret  about the babe's               well being.     dalla's babe's  well   being. the unsettling               feeling whenever  the king or   his shadow   demands to               visit 'the little wildling prince' didn't wilt away -  no matter               how  oft she  gets assured  that their constant  proximity               is  naught   more than worry about their health condition.               there is a deeper meaning for the nessecarity of the ch-               ild's presence in a gloomy place as this.                         and mien remains still as eyes flicker                        over his frame, hands placed on hips                        gaze soft. why-- softer.                                   ` why-- if you intended this to be a                                     casual conversation, then, ronan,                                     i don't want to see you  talking to                                     his grace, i believe.                                                                  out of curiousity-- what                                              would you do if i said                                                         'aye'? ´

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{ earmires }

                         ❝ My mother was a southron, but not I. This’s why I have the                          looks.    And sometimes the voice even, but I’m no southron.                          From Whitetree I came, before they could reach us. ❞          

                ` ----- ...                well,  stranger.  here's  my predicament.                i could send you back  to  whitetree or--                gods know where you'd  intend to travel                next -   and do  exactly as  i was told by                dearest mance. or i could introduce you                to him.

                                        what do you think                                     is best? ´