#aspiredlights

[hatad]

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                              𝐇𝐎𝐖   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  ? since  she’d  used  her  bitten - down   ,   stubby  nails  to  claw  her  way  through  the  wood  of  her  coffin  ,  and  the  dirt  of  her  grave  .  her  feet  had  led  her  somewhere  ,  to  a  place  she  remembered  but  couldn’t  connect  to  any  memory  ---------  𝐚𝐬  𝐢𝐟  𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝  𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐢𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐚  𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦   .   the  pull  towards  it  had  felt  almost  magnetic   ,   a  force  of  gravity   ,   unstoppable  despite  her  the  weakness  of  her  legs   .   there’s  no  light  ,  shining  through  the  windows  ,  and  panic  wells  in  her  chest  .    had  her  mind  led  her  to  some  place  abandoned  ?  the  flat  palms  of  her  hands  hit  against  the  front  door  ,  leaving  brown  marks  upon  it   .      ❛      HELLO  ? ?    is   there  anyone  there  ? ?      ❜     breathless   ,   suddenly   ,  the  undead  girl  sinks  to  her  knees  on  the  ground  ,  chest  heaving  . 

[diaferonarc]

                   sweet  lyanna,      crazy,      shocked  for  life  lyanna  stark.      taken  away,      raped,      nearly  lost  her  life  but  escaped  without  her  sanity.      she  uses  madness  to  cover  her  shame,      she  uses  madness  to  cover  her  utter  sorrow,      she  uses  silence  to  keep  her  secrets.      for  there’s  a  boy  with  her  face,      for  there’s  a  boy  with  his  blood  but  he’s  never  been  theirs,      he’s  ned’s.      the  girl  feels  eyes  upon  her,      all  the  time,      whispers  that  follow  her  steps,      birthing  an  anger  in  her  guts,      hateful  words  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue.      but  she  knows  the  price  to  pay  for  her  sins,      knows  the  price  to  pay  for  wolf  blood,      she’s  paying  it  every  day  of  her  life.      so  anger  is  swallowed  down,      feet  taking  her  outside,      for  she  can  only  be  herself  when  alone.      eyelids  close,      deep  breath  are  taken  as  she  tries  to  quell  her  ire,      the  desperate  need  to  be  who  she  is,      to  be  wild.      but  there’s  so  many  things  to  ponder,      to  think  of,      her  fingers  graze  the  tilt  of  a  sword,      yearning  to  take  it,      yearning  to  defy  them  all.      but  there’s  a  sound,      a  step      &&      lyanna  slowly  turns,      face  remaining  blank.      ah,      the  lannister  knight,      kingsguard      --      if  she  could,      she  would  dare  to  thank  him  for  she’s  prayed  to  cover  her  hands  with  arys’  blood  since  she’s  heard  of  what  he  did.      of  what  she  caused.      a  simple  nod  is  given,      she  must  remember  the  madness  that  is  supposed  to  weight  upon  her  tongue.     

@aspiredlights​   .    plotted  thing

[unsteaqy]

❛  well, you look pretty messed up right now. what happened?    ❜    - @aspiredlights​  .allie pressman

you   were   used   to   it  ,          being     involved     when      there     was    fight ,      or     some     ridiculous    argument     between     the     guys .        people  ,        you      surrounded      yourself    with     that    even    you    yourself      sometimes ,              no      lie       ;         have     questioned      .    .   .             at     least     a                   [         couple         ]       OF    TIMES  .      though      it     wasn’t      like      you    could      easily     get   out    of   it    nonetheless  .    and    often ,       you    hear     things    you’d     never   expect       ;       cheek    covered    by    bruise ,      and    just     winced    lightly    under    your   breath .     

  ,          “         .  .    i’m    fine     ,          just   .  .   .       the   guys       went    a    bit    too    hard     tonight,     got    into    a    small     joke    of    punches .          ”  

[roseguided-a]

      𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄?   𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 && 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄 . . she has no duties to be done today , no affairs that need taken care of ,  && no other nobles to see━her time is her own which , for some , can be considered a rarity in the capital.   time && time again some gathering is being held , someone is finding any cause to have a celebration full of wine , food , && woman !    rosalie cannot stand them for she’d much rather be by herself or among the few she does like yet , alas , she is married to    𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁   &&  must attend despite what she desires.      ;       focus is glued to the pad of paper before her ,  a various selection of colored drawing tools lay beside it . . brows furrow when trying to decide to do with a particular section as soon as ears pick up on the distant , heavy footsteps of someone approaching && the pricey jingle of meta━ it can only be one of a small circle of people.      the “unknown”  man clears his throat causing rosalie to glance upward ,  a tight smile pressing against her lips :    ❝  jaime,  ❞    speaks his name casually before returning to the drawing at hand.    ❝  to what do i owe this unexpected visit ,   𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉  ?   i assumed you’d be out today training with bronn or servicing the king ,  && certainly not in the gardens.  ❞     /   surprise starter for  @aspiredlights​​   cause i love her && miss jamie  xx

[agonygiven-a]

A G O N Y

send a letter and i’ll tell u my 5 fav blogs // ACCEPTING

A. @agonygiven (YEAH IM PROMO-ING MYSELF), @adaftoldman, @arborsentiens, @aspiredlights, @argentiola

G. @glorysoaked, @girlfailed, @giingerstallion, @giiilbcrt, @guiltlisted

O. @ofmanymiinds, @oncetragic, @ownsaviours, @ofriiverdale, @ofimaginations

N. @necessaryrulebreaker, @northsidejuliet, @normaltothemax

Y. i don’t follow any :)

[thelightxwithin]

It was mid-winter as he stood in front of an apartment complex in the middle of New York; snow covering most parts of the street making the difference between Russia and America seem slightly smaller than usual. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door, listening carefully to the sounds coming from inside in the hopes to calm his nerves; but deep down he knew that there was nothing to prepare him for this interaction. 

Him and Anna lost contact when he had to return to Russia to deal with family matters, their breakup happening only slightly before. It was like he disappeared from the earth, which essentially wasn’t much different from where he had ended up. It took him a year to solve things, his toxic brother causing much commotion. Peter was bitter about having to leave his daughter behind in the US and Anna hadn’t much left his mind either. The only person he didn’t have to miss was Hayley, who’d come along to support him. 

Returning home was a relief. He spent the first month roadtripping with Hayley and his daughter; until Sarah had to return to university and Peter was left to his own devices. Hayley moved across state to help out a pack and without her keeping him from making solid mistakes revolving his ex- he tracked down Annaleigh yet again. 

Their relationship was complicated. They had broken up a couple of times before but they seemed to gravitate to each other again and again. And like now, he couldn’t let things go. Tracking her down was an easy task, but the hard part was yet to come. He had no idea how she would feel about his return. He heard her approach, his heart beating loudly in his chest. But he put on a smile and hid his insecurities, almost looking confident when he laid eyes on her. @aspiredlights​

“Hey Anna. Long time no see”

[hysteriaes]

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.  @aspiredlights​    i just thought you should know.   ( from karen to billy )

the    question    is:    how    much    does    she    know?    if    there’s    one    thing    billy    isn’t,    that’s    stupid.    he’s    not    stupid    enough    to    underestimate    her,    to    think    she    doesn’t    know    exactly    who    she’s    speaking    to    and    the    role    he’s    played    in    frank’s    life.    the    question    is,    he    thinks    again,    how    much    does    she    know?   head    cocks    to    the    side    in    a    curious    angle,    eyes    which    resemble    tar    in    the    absence    of    direct   light    studying    her    carefully,    curiously.    a    brief,    low    hum    rumbles    within    his    throat    before    he    smiles,    though    he    can’t    quite    tell    if    he’s    comforting    or    threatening.     “    and    why    exactly,    may    i    ask,    did    you    want    to    tell    me    this,    miss    page?   “

[hysteriaes]

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.  @aspiredlights​    i hope it never ends. ( from damon to katherine ) 

𝖎𝖘  𝖎𝖙  𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊?    she’s    asked    herself    that    same    question    many    times    when    it    came    to    damon.    she    can’t    tell    anymore,    she    can’t    tell    if    she’s    ever    truly    felt    it    or    if    love    is    merely    a    concept    of    something    she    so    desperately    wishes    she    could    have.    but    love,    she’s    learned,    was    never    meant    for    the    likes    of    her.       “    aw,    sweetheart...   “     and    so    it’s    easier    to    inflict    pain    in    any    form    than    it    is    to    face    the    ugliness    within    herself.    pout    forms    on    lower    lip    as    the    vampire    tilts    her    head    to    the    side,    dark    hair    cascading    over    her    shoulder    as    eyes    look    into    damon’s,    sadness    haunting    her    gaze    like    a    ghost    before    it’s    gone    and    a    low,       quiet    chuckle    leaves    her    lips    only    for    a    moment.     “    that’s    really    cute,       really.    but    it    ended    a    long    time    ago.    “