#heartsbreaking.

[theirmadness]

this is a 100% unironic thank you for not immediately being miserable about the hotd teaser. ⭐️ i love you ⭐️ seeing someone post positively about it made me feel less awful. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ many many gold stars for you

I LOVE YOU RIGHT BACK ❤️❤️❤️

but also i totally understand you. it's become like... "cool" to be snobby and hate things wo considering other people's feelings or even giving things a proper go. this is a teaser. anyone who isn't at least willing to wait for the full trailer to have an opinion is just hateful and ignorant imo. but i also have a rule about not being puclicly hateful or mean about things unless i genuinely feel very passionate about the reason why i disliked it because i just think it's... not nice? like obviously it's okay to have an opinion about it. but half the time people aren't having an opinion. they're being hateful. they're being disrespectful. and asoiaf/hotd is such a huge part of my life, and a fandom i genuinely love! even though i didn't like season 2 that much, i still love the universe and the characters. and like idk the teaser was good, man. people need to just let other people be happy about things because the world outside has enough bullshit. let people have feelings about their dragons OKAY. i also think that like, if you have such a problem with the show and everything....... DON'T CONSUME THE MEDIA lol. i hate this mentality of hate watching something and then coming to the tags to talk about how much you hate it and how shit you think it is. newflash: no one needs to know your opinion, ESP when it's hateful. so yeah. this is a safe space for anyone to be excited about what they love. PERIOD. that doesn't just go with writing for me. smooches your face.

THE TRAILER ATE AND LEFT ZERO CRUMBS. 🐉

[flmed-archived]

deliberately, almost agonizingly nibbling upon her back shoulder whilst his calloused tips are toying upon the back zipper she can't reach–––––a triumphant smile is beaming 'neath her fallen tresses as his other hand pulls the tie &. sweeping the hair to the side, thus his lips are slinking to the crook of her neck, softly gnawing upon her pulse, whilst his body's engulfing her into a desperate embrace 'tween little grunts; silently implore, or rather demands her, without pushing her to recognise that she has not much of time to linger again,

❝ do you want to just leave when i'm about to go down on you? ❞  digits are sneaking to the inside of her dress, delicately engulfing her mound within his palm as teeth are grazing o'er her ear .. breathes emitting through his nose as he follows hers, nipping the soft bud whilst he positions their clothed body o'er each other; purposefully guiding her, as her hand 'twining his other to silencing her quiet gasp upon her lips .. drowning her silent pleas to be released from the brief torture 'tween their legs; gnashing 'tween her unzipped dress, ❝ you shouldn't leave when your pants are wet, darling, anyone could see how drenched it is. ❞ 

vivian, @heartsbreaking sets an act, [ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes. from SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES . accepting.

[rietveild]

​♣  job  for  sarnai  @lapushkamaleni​

     when  kaz  turned  the  corner  to  see  a  person  standing  there,  it  took  mere  seconds  for  him  to  slip  into  a  relaxed  persona,  small  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  his  lips  as  he  studied  the  girl  before  him.  something  he  had  learned  in  all  the  years  spent  slipping  in  and  out  of  places  largely  UNDETECTED  was  that  if  you  acted  as  if  you  were  simply  meant  to  be  there,  most  would  believe  you.  “  oh  hello  !  ”  he  wished  it  weren’t  so  necessary  to  put  on  such  an  act,  it  was  exhausting  to  drum  up  such  an  excitable  tone.   “  how  do  you  do  ?  i  appear  to  have  gotten  all  turned  around.  ”  he  knew  the  layout  of  the  theater  as  if  it  were  the  BACK  OF  HIS  HAND,  it  would  have  been  a  feat  to  get  lost  after  the  time  he  had  spent  pouring  over  the  maps.

     “  you  wouldn’t  happen  to  know  the  way  to  the  backrooms  would  you  ?  ”  he  just  needed  to  talk  long  enough  to  convince  her  of  his  lies,  the  last  thing  he  needed  was  her  attempting  to  call  out  for  help.  it’d  be  so  much  more  work  to  have  to  kill  her  and  conceal  the  body.  besides,  he  had  hoped  to  LEAVE  NO  TRACE.  “  i’m  one  of  the  actors  in  the  upcoming  production  and  i’ve  forgotten  something  of  the  utmost  importance  while  there  earlier  !  ”

[flmed-archived]

words are unexpectedly vanished within the moment as the other has concluded the conversation with such ease . . . undeniably he has, hypothetically, envisioned some reprehensible comments because it seems .. peculiar, for he forthrightly tells the other that they have seen the sister for couple of weeks, without the said person being present. the guilt of hiding it was apparent because the sister have missed some of important gathering for impromptu trips into his apartment to avoid some tension, which befalls into her with the sister's presence.

he is shrugging, indefinitely, for he is equally perplexed, &. apprehensively brushing his nape as a quick response for her question . . . he doesn't know either, thus he is equally questioning @heartsbreaking after madelyn says, ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜

‘ you perfectly okay with that? ’ he inquired, before eventually clearing his throat to distract himself from the possible judgment from her. the sister is in the background, conversing with the people she has known from the beginning of her life, whilst he chose to tell the truth.

thanksgiving was supposed to be a family's occasion, however with the succession has fallen into foreigners, they are trying to blend the traditions: even if it means that he has to confront the mother that suspiciously eye-siding upon them. do the kellman are observers as she does? ‘ i honestly don't know, well, i expect that you'd react differently. so there is that. ’

[flmed-archived]

fingers are intertwining nonchalantly as her back is comfortably settling against his chest; upper limb has become her perpetual refuge, despite aching muscles are pulsating into lethargic solitude. laborious breathing is dissipating, but it is replaced by absentminded pecks o'er her shoulder as he listens to her appreciative humming for the little tenderness he carries regardless of their rendezvous was over . . . he never wants to linger far more than he should be, merely because the attachment may augmented from expectations, however she has become a constant solitude for troubles, that even a dazed quip could make him chuckle,

@heartsbreaking , vivian says, " you make such a great pillow, "

‘ hmmm. do i? ’ loosening their grasp, he rolls his hand to push her further into his chest whilst his chin is tucking o'er her crown . . . a silent acceptance, for she feels safe for mere moment, without thinking of the failures or comparison that oft brought towards her as an exemplary of her mother's success. within his arms, she could fathom that her worth may not be dictated by everlasting expectations, however oft times his ponder would suffocate her because he mentions the matriarch: what would she say, if the clandestine meeting is unfortunately discovered . . . she wouldn't have her pillow anymore.

but the time hasn't come just yet, there's thirty minutes before she leaves. her presence is always sought after, that even in their solace, her phone would lights up, but he is veiling her from the obligations, &. the name that may attached on the number, as he closes his eyes &. feigning his snore, albeit in mere seconds he is quipping, to poke fun at her, ‘ if i were your pillow, you can't carry me everywhere. you'd be still sleeping at the hotels for your work . . . ’

[rietveild]

♣  job  for  vasilissa  @heartsbreaking 

     there  were  plenty  who  had  held  a  knife  to  his  throat,  pointed  a  gun  at  his  head,  hired  men  to  take  his  life.  he  danced  with  DEATH  every  day  but  he  had  long  made  a  deal,  not  until  he  got  his  vengeance,  not  until  he  got  justice  for  jordie.  he  didn’t  bother  turning  his  head  when  he  picked  up  on  someone  trailing  him,  instead  just  gripping  his  cane  a  little  tighter,  prepared  to  swing  it,  “  if  your  goal  has  been  to  CONCEAL  the  sound  of  your  steps,  you’ve  failed.  ”  he  thought  whoever  it  was  would  have  likely  gotten  the  jump  on  most  people,  but  his  reputation  revolved  around  not  being  taken  by  surprise.  he  couldn’t  afford  to  not  pay  attention.

     he  turns  on  his  heel,  looking  back  to  see  just  who  it  is  that  has  followed  his  path,  tracking  him  until  he  stood  alone.  brow  raises  upon  seeing  a  mercenary  he  had  heard  much  about  recently.  she  had  quite  the  reputation,  there  were  whispers  around  the  crow  club,  he  was  interested  to  see  if  any  of  them  held  any  weight.  “  i  take  it  you’ve  come  to  KILL  ME  ?  ”  tone  is  unimpressed,  seemingly  bored  with  the  topic.  he  had  things  he  needed  to  do,  he  hardly  had  the  time  to  be  dealing  with  this.

[flmed-archived]

head's vehemently shaking within disapproval as he walks away slowly from @heartsbreaking ⸺deliberately creating a distance between them, emphasizing what he uttered in fret for simply discovered by her mother, above all &. dragged into humiliation parade within silent chastise of inside jokes in hostile environment. it has happened, regardless of what he tried to feigned with fake laughs of obliviousness, despite piercing stare is pricking his soul . . . it has happened, &. now he needs to think whether he should continue further properly by heeding into her request to meet her mother or dashing out to the next lift because it is simply recognising that there should be a future within it. johann knows gerri evidently, &. she cares about her daughters too much, despite her reluctance &. he fathoms she would expect something more than a ploy of temporary bliss⸺of which he hasn't figured out, beyond skin &. occasional dates; what does she want exactly? he doesn't know either,

❝  i know, i know, but⸺you see, it has happened in unexpected way i didn't wish it would happen, but now it happened; i don't know what should we do, ❞ vague hand gesture, pacing around the same floor as he did before whilst she is staring at her; the same look her mother had given when she had confronted him, but the difference is the mother pities her, &. the daughter pities him, ❝  should we really meet her, like properly? she is asking me to come by your house &. have dinner⸺you know what would happen; she would ask what's my intention with you, the direction of this liaison. what are my goals are by pursuing you. i don't even know what are the answers except i just like hanging with you. that's not a good answer for your mother, wouldn't you say so? ❞

VIVIAN KELLMAN SAYS, It's no use pretending that it hasn't happened, because it has. FROM WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL. ; accepting.

[saturnmused-a]

𝚃𝙳𝙾𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 』 『 @heartsbreaking

❝ THIS ISN'T WHAT I usually find myself doing on saturday nights, ❞ riley admits to their date, sitting across from them & looking ever-so gorgeous in that outfit of hers. they're not used to dating period, but she had requested one, & they weren't about to refuse her (or themselves) the opportunity. small echo of a smile comes to lips, & the look that riley levels at other is one of intent, giving her their full attention. ❝ this isn't me complaining, to be clear. it's a nice change of pace, with even better company. ❞ they flatter her, as usual, because they can, & because they like it when she blushes. ❝ what are you usually doing on nights like these ? ❞