#flameofthenorth

[thetasteofinnocence-archive]

I am drunk and joffreybarathaeon and flameofthenorth are right next to me wtf is this shit

[davincescode]

Mail alert

"Alright. The persons in the following list should be prepared for ...mails! I don't think it'll get in time of Christmas, but I'm making my race for New Year! I want to mail something to Eli too (I should have done that way, way back) but I'd still need Eli's address."

Jynx (Also, Emmy)

Pheebs

Em

"Reeny, Nashi, Crim, Pandar, Queen, Chess, Amon do you want card?" >_<

[fightsforherfate-archive-blog]

flameofthenorth Has Encountered Merida

"Oh hey!" Merida's face lit up and she grinned gleefully. "Yer like meh! Like they said! Kissed bah fire!"

The girl was still bundled in clothing from outside the North, and layers of it. She'd stumbled upon the camp recently, and well, she rathered like the free people and their policies.

"Ah'm Merida!"

[lionessladyknight-archive]

flameofthenorth Has Encountered the Lady Knight

"Easy...." The Lady Knight swallowed as she came face to face with the Wildling Woman. "...I'm not here to battle. Not with you or yours people."

Alanna took a breath as she held her hands in the air. "I'm here to help. I've heard rumors of White Walkers returning beyond the wall and the dead walking..."

[bloodydemonpan]

thespookyqueenie said: NO DONT USE SELF RAISING YOU’LL END UP WITH PANCAKE /CAKES/

afixingfairy said: self raising is for bread, cake and baking in general as I think it has yeast in it. Go with the all purpose for better results

beautiful-yet-terrible-enjolrassaid: buzzle.com/article… here this is what I found

#thank you for the advice friends #i will honour you by making edible pancakes

thedarknesstohislight said: itsk mama will make you things i can do cereal or toast take ur pick

#ooh can i has the toast?

[davincescode]

Happy Ending - Mika

This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love, no glory No happy ending This is the way that we love Like it's forever Then live the rest of our life But not together Wake up in the morning Stumble on my life Can't get no love Without sacrifice If anything should happen I guess I wish you well Ooh a little bit of heaven Or a little bit of hell This is the hardest story That I've ever told No hope or love or glory Happy ending's gone forevermore I feel as if I'm wasting And I wasted every day This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love, no glory No happy ending This is the way that we love Like it's forever Then live the rest of our life But not together Two o'clock in the morning Something's on my mind Can't get no rest Keep walking around If I pretend that nothing Ever went wrong I can get to my sleep I can think that we just carried on This is the hardest story That I've ever told No hope or love or glory Happy ending's gone forevermore { From: http://www.elyrics.net } I feel as if I'm wasting And I wasted every day This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love no glory No happy ending This is the way that we love Like it's forever And live the rest of our life But not together Little bit of love, little bit of love Little bit of love, little bit of love, little bit of love, little bit of love Little bit of love, little bit of love, little bit of love, love I feel as if I'm wasting And I wasted every day Hey, hey, hey, hey This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love, no glory No happy ending This is the way that we loved Like it's forever Then live the rest of our lives But not together This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love, no glory No happy ending This is the way that we loved Like it's for ever Then live the rest of our lives But not together This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love, no glory No happy ending Lyrics from <a href="http://www.elyrics.net">eLyrics.net</a>

[joffreybarathaeon]

Ambushed - Ygritte & Joffrey

Long cloaks, heavy furs and a monochromatic world only colored by the black outfit contrasting strongly with the thick snow or tall icy wall; Joffrey never thought he'd get somewhat used to all of it. It's amazing what the human mind can do when it knows there's nothing else to do anyway. In the end, King or lowborn, we all have the will to survive, Joffrey thought, looking on to his raper, thieves and other criminal brothers.

Surviving was a bit of a stretch, this barely considered as living to him. But it's always more than what would have happened had he stayed in King's Landing and not yielded to his uncle. A clean death in best case, and a worst case he could not image. But as the days dragged on, between training which was taken by most as a free opportunity to take out their frustration on him, who had only held a sword by it's handle when it was sheathed at his hip, or serving senior brothers that should just be left to die by their old age, Joffrey was starting to wonder if he didn't pick the worse of the two evils.

It came as a surprise than when his name resonated in the Castle's training area, earning him a few glances by brothers still in disbelief that the previous King was in their midsts, But what truly surprised him was the rank : Ranger. Sure with the training, he had learned to wield a sword without getting disarmed at the simplest block, but he was nowhere near the average of the recruits. Joffrey was expecting they'd make him a steward and revel in the joy of having someone who sat on the Iron Throne serve them their dinner. But no, he was a ranger now. They must want to get rid of me quickly, he thought somberly, fear gnawing in his stomach. 

And that's how Joffrey found himself, well beyond the wall, walking along with his brother on the cold path, eyes wide open for any sign of activity, wildings or worse. Far worse, or so the rumor went. He never even saw it coming, when the grey dressed figures came rushing out of their hiding places, the clang of metal and the scream of men ringing in his head before his mind could even register what was happening. 

He was trained though, to know how to react in those situations but his limbs were frozen, not from the cold but from the sheer terror and panic coursing in his veins right now. He could feel his sword in his hand, he just had to swing it, and yet he couldn't even move his hand, and the weapon felt incredibly heavy in his arms. He had never been in the heat of the battle, and this was much to close for comfort. And thus he just looked on, powerless as the blood was spilt and he counted down the seconds until someone went for him.

Turns out it wont be the monochromatic world that will be impossible to get used to. It's the streak of red covering it. Blood spilt here seemed suddenly much more precious than the one sliding off the King's Justice great sword. Maybe because the risk that it would be his coating the weapon was much higher.

A large body pushed him though as a fight got too close and Joffrey felt himself falling backwards, his body hitting the snow and his sword falling out of his hand. With a large oomph, he landed in the cold, looking up at the sky, willing his body to move, to do something. He had nothing left of his reputation, of it had any good aspect to start with, but he didn't want to be known as the King who just laid there and died. He needed to get up. Mustering all his strength and clearing his mind he pushed himself off of the floor with his elbows before searching somewhat blindly the snow for his sword.

But it wasn't there. Right where it was though, Joffrey caught a flash of red. Not blood this time, no. Something much more - fiery. Looking up to the fur clad silhouette, his eyes bulged when he realize it was a woman standing over him, holding his sword. "I believe- you have something that's mine" he croaked, fear taking away some of his voice. It didn't matter though, it may have not been the most intelligent thing to say, but his dying words wont be "I yield". He had promised himself that as he gave up his siege, and he'll hold onto it till the end.

[tormentinhonor]

[SMS: Ygritte (11:37PM)] It's too fucking cold up here. [SMS: Ygritte (11:37PM)] Like seriously, I can see my own breath and I'm pretty sure if I get much colder my tits'll fall off. [SMS: Ygritte (11:38PM)] I paid the damn bills, so Mance should sort the heating, right? It ain't rocket science. [SMS: Ygritte (11:39PM)] Jooooon. I'm cooooooold. [SMS: Ygritte (11:40PM)] Fuck this. I'm stealing your bed. At least that one's warmer! [SMS: Ygritte (11:41PM)] You can sleep on the floor, or in a drawer instead, or bugger off to Blondielocks' house and talk about Dragony crap. Consider it a rustic rite of passage. [SMS: Ygritte (11:41PM)] ... [SMS: Ygritte (11:49PM)] I've died and gone to pillowy heaven. So sorry in advance, Jonny-boy. I know the drop dead gorgeous corpse in your bed is probably a bit of a turn-off, but that thing is comfy as hell. [SMS: Ygritte (11:50PM)] I take it the silence is just stunned thanks. I see how it is. You're fucking welcome.

[SMS: Jon (12:06AM)]: I didn't even know you still had a key to my apartment. [SMS: Jon (12:08AM)]: I'm on my way home now, I didn't mean to ignore you. I didn't hear my phone in the pub I was in. [SMS: Jon (12:09AM)]: Tell me again why you still don't have heat at your place? And I thought you were hardier than that. [SMS: Jon (12:09AM)]: Always yammering on about how I'm only a measly Southerner. [SMS: Jon (12:15AM)]: No witty response, eh Ygritte? [SMS: Jon (12:21AM)]: I'm sure you'll have a fist to greet me when I get there.