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[beatricebaticeer-blog]

     if beatrice has her way, esme and olaf both will fall the sixty six stories from the top of dark avenue. she doesn’t have time to ensure it - not if she intends to keep her children safe. her window is narrow, and closing rapidly as she darts along the shadowed hallway that reeks of disuse and damp. the shaft of light from her spyglass illuminates her way, but she knows these tunnels like the back of her hand, and precisely where this hallway will lead her. the bottom of a very empty elevator shaft.

    formerly empty.

     she hears the noise half a second before she rounds the corner. her gaze catches on something glinting and metal, a cage shoved into the corner. voices. shuffling. she twists, and her breath catches somewhere in the back of her throat. 

         “---children.”

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[homebehindarchive-blog]

 ( @choosehero; continued) 

    he just… stills. his hands, running and rubbing underneath the surface of the water flowing from the pump outside, go motionless. eventually, he straightens, turns around, and looks at his wife. pregnancies are complicated in the seam in non-arranged marriages, as life expectancy is never guaranteed for a mother or her child. but it stings in a different way, knowing this is what they want — it’s all they want, and all they think he’s good for.  “how long have you known?”    //    @homebehind  /  two word starters  ;  accepting

          she scuffs the toe of her boot in the dirt, folds her arms across her middle and shrugs. “not long,” she says, though it had been long enough - - - long enough to tell him sooner. “they told me at my medical exam.” two weeks ago, and she’d had her suspicions before. she hadn’t known how to tell him, how to say the words, how to acknowledge it herself. they had known, of course, that this would happen - - - eventually. had known it was the point of all of this from the very beginning, and yet they’d never spoken of it, really. of what it would mean, what they would do. she covers up every doubt and insecurity with a shake of her head, words said more lightly than they’re felt. “don’t look so shocked, gale, it can’t possibly be a surprise.” 

[roastytoastyprincxss]

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“What do you want, termite?”

[lightexudes]

          “BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I DON’T HAVE any big new year’s plans this year.” her head nodded towards the baby monitor sitting on the table beside the couch, a dry (albeit tired) smile tugging at her lips. “in what i’m sure will become the norm for these occasions, i’ll be lucky if i stay awake long enough to get even a few pages done before i’m passed out on the couch with ryan seacrest in times square blaring in the background and half a pizza left on the coffee table.” rory allowed a light little chuckle; motherhood was a big adjustment, no doubt, and while she was incredibly grateful for her little girl and the new challenges that came with her new role, saying all of that out loud certainly sounded much sadder than it did in her head. “but at least a resolution’ll be easy: stay awake to get a few pages done.”

          NEW YEAR’S STARTER CALL. || @choosehero.

[agirlofwinterfell]

@choosehero liked for Queen Arya!

They call her Queen in the North. She who is the Key to the North, Ned Stark’s little girl. They’d rallied for her even before she had returned herself to Westeros, before she had reclaimed her name, and she would not let them down. She had.. issues with herself thought.

Her eyes trailed to her brothers, Sanders sitting with Bran and Rickon, Jon Snow out the window, training her armies, and Arya feels naught but an Usurper. They’d rallied for her, thinking all of her brother’s were dead, crowned before one by one they had all revealed themselves alive. Now, Arya didn’t know if her rule would be undermined, or legitimate, even if the North had chosen her. Her mind kept returning to Southron rules and etiquette her mother had tried to force on her, many had told her she wasn’t good enough for. 

Still, the Queen of Winter sighs, letting her head fall to the table, agonising over the letter she was to write. searching for brides for her brothers.

“Sanders,” She called, muffled, “I need help.” He was better at this, no doubt. 

[ofseeingstars]

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     “would you want to go to janis’s art show with me? she’s, like, incredible at painting.”

[heavenslcst-archive]

               "Need I remind you that watch belonged to your great-great grandfather and is worth quite a large sum, Sirius." Orion remarks, his voice strained as he supervises the clean up of Grimmauld Place. As Orion had found himself on the former opposition, he had imagined his new found allies would be sub par different from what's he's used to among the Dark Lord. But with Father and son? The two easily fall back into an old dance. Sirius, grounded in a way, swearing and making a mess in his home. Walburga occasionally screaming, and Kreacher muttering curses under his breath and Orion, failing to enjoy his tea about the ruckus. Silently, he holds out his hand expecting Sirius to had over the forgotten watch. "You can either give it to me now or Kreacher will dig it from the bin and return it to me later" | &. @choosehero​ / liked for a starter!

[delghtfull]

      ❛   hi  gale  !      you  look  sad,  so  i  brought  you  a  gift  !   ❜      pale  hands  held  out  the  bunch  of  sunflowers,  a  warm  smile  painted  pink  lips,  and  she  sat  herself  down  next  to  him  on  the  tree  stump.      she  doesn’t  know  why  he  looks  so  sad,  but  she’ll  happily  listen  to  his  troubles,  or  just  sit  with  him.      whatever  it  took  to  bring  a  smile  to  his  face,  after  all,  while  being  sad  was  good,  it  was  important  to  be  happy  too,  and  gale’s  looked  pretty  down  in  the  dumps  for  a  few  days  now.

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