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if u dont acknowledge the fanfics u read, the writer won’t think anyone is actually taking the time to read their stuff, which makes our effort feel wasted and our passions feel worthless

arthurandlyanna

(…) there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find [my] castle, nor tell the color of that woman’s hair.

the dayne siblings (request)

#poor alyria #i love her so much #{ &&. musings }

what did i miss

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innocenceconfused-deactivated20

Hippolyta telling Diana “Be careful in the world of men. They do not deserve you!!!” was honestly aesthetic af and iconic….like wow add that to the list of things to tell my daughter on her first day of kindergarten!!!

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mothersin

Did you ever notice how in the Bible, when ever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?

Thomas Daggett, The Prophecy, 1995 (via lightningandknives)

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nymini

What I love about Maege Mormont is, that her daughters are technically all bastards, but they are still treated as legitimate Mormonts, because she doesn’t give a shit and nobody is brave enough to say anything so the North just rolls with it. She’s basically like: “their dad’s a bear… fuck off guys…”

#I'm proud of this lady

I really

REALLY

shouldn’t feel so tired right now

BUT OH WELL

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dreamedwithin-blog

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, a small part of my soul dies every time someone fancasts a.delaide k.ane as m.are b.arrow

@borntomurder

sometimes, a murderous, glamorous and vicious journey starts with a disastrous first meeting, a banker's birthday party and a few exchanged glances. miss dayne didn’t quite know why she had accepted the invitation, but there she was, wearing her best clothes, her finest jewels, with her night-colored hair cut to her chin. she shone like a beautiful burning star amid the sombre nature of that private homage, effortlessly hard to go unnoticed. with her father dead, the best chance for a pretty girl like her was to find a rich husband to settle in--- or at least her mother told her, and insisted that she’d consider the host’s invitation, someone her father used to hold dear as a little boy but had grown to utterly despise over the years. the reason was understandable, mr abernathy had financed the war and the scientific projects kept secret by the nazis. it didn’t take long for astra to learn that powerful people would always get away with their wicked deeds. mr abernathy hoped to engage his son with the genteel, highbred girl and her mother expected her to accept it, even after all she’d been told her about the banker’s family.

it was the 1946 after all, the war had ended, everything was brilliant and there was a new hope in the country. except that miss dayne wanted more than just the life expected for her. and something inside her--- that she couldn’t quite explain even if she tried to--- told her she’d find the change she’d been waiting for in that newcomer as soon as she laid eyes on her. black dress and the eyes of a killer--- astra just didn’t think of it literally. even if she did, it wouldn’t keep her from approaching the stranger. “he’s getting bald, isn’t he?” she jested casually, pointing at mr abernathy with her chin as he laughed with a friend and scratched his red beard. there was a smirk on her plump lips as her violet eyes scanned the brunette’s face. and as a waiter walked by, she grabbed two glasses of whiskey and offered one to the charming woman. “you don’t look like anyone i’ve met before. are you friends with the host? or with his family? ...oh, pardon my subtlety lack, i’m astra. astra dayne.”

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