#hesquired

[gachcuid]

“You always duck away when you smile.” (@myriam)

a meme i have since lost // no longer accepting // @hesquired

Myriam gave him a curious look. “Do I?” she asked him, not having been aware of that. “Mustn’t do it all the time, otherwise I would get much work, would I?” she pointed out. “It must only be when I’m talkin’ to you.” 

[northeirssss]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OH MY GOSH ! I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐈.

        THANK U SM ANGEL!    i will do thy best uwu

[quccnnorth-archive]

Happy birthday doll !

OMG thank you so much you’re the sweetest <3 actually fangirling over u bc i looove ur account

[nitesung-blog]

❝ all sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days. ❞

a song of ice and fire starters        accepting.

He isn’t wrong, it seems that anybody can declare themselves a ruler these days. But what else is to be expected in such uncertain times? The F A T E of the world hangs by a thread, the lives of all threatened by otherworldly foes. It makes her wonder why, with all of this chaos, would anyone put more importance over who sits on a T H R O N E than their own lives? 

“ They shall rule over nothing but bone, if they continue to squabble over it all, ” hands are folded together on her lap, shoulders drawn into herself. “ I can’t I M A G I N E why anybody would want to be king, they never seem to have much in the way of a lifespan. ”

// @hesquired.

[direreign]

he lingers at the edge of the room, as he so often does. sansa hadn’t noticed him at first; too consumed in conversation, in the fact that they had been over and over the same plan at least five different times. that, no matter what she tried to change, what elements she shifted to try and get a different outcome… she didn’t. it remained the same: daenerys’’ army would wipe them out. danerys’ army would consume their resources, and sansa would have take a long, hard look at the state of the rest of things before she arrived if they wanted to be alive in a fortnight. it’s something that makes her feel sick. nauseous to the pit of her stomach at the implication behind it; women, children, anyone that wasn’t highborn, a lord, or a knight would starve. that there were only limited options; not much that she could really, truly do to help them. she can only wait for it to happen, to hope for the best. that the vale can spare some of their resources, that they can find it elsewhere. she’s meant to be optimistic, to be a ruler, and yet sansa can feel herself crumbling under the pressure. under the realisation that there is nothing that can be done. “excuse me,” she’s murmuring, chair scraping against the floor as she stands suddenly. doesn’t wait for an answer before she’s moving, leaving. walking out of the room and letting the door slam closed behind her. sansa knows she shouldn’t be surprised when it’s him who follows her, but she still covers her mouth with her hand. can’t stop the tears that fill her eyes. “i can’t— i can’t do this,” she’s whispering, distraught. “i can’t pretend this isn’t happening—”

@hesquired

[ladybelmore]

            ❛   i  was  quite  disappointed  to  discover  nobody  had  yet  written  songs  about  you  and  ser  brienne.      i  hope  you  don’t  mind  that  i  took  it  upon  myself  to  write  them.   ❜      she  writes  often,  but  it  doesn’t  make  her  less  nervous.      usually  she  writes  about  stories,  or  the  dead.      it  was  odd  to  have  the  subjects  of  such  music  alive  to  criticize  her  work.      ✨     @hesquired   /    PLOTTED      !

[sisterofthousands-blog]

@hesquired

“i heard you and the imp had been waiting for us,” she states almost blithely, warm smile revealing she’s not in the least bit apologetic for the misunderstanding. it also occurs to her that perhaps she should call the dwarf by his true name but to do so would require some sort of respect, and after the briefest moment of introspection, ellaria determines she has none for anyone bearing the lannister name. “we had decided to make ourselves comfortable, i’m afraid.” 

gaze looks him over from head to toe, assessingly, before her arms fold over her chest. “are you his squire, then? one of the bannermen?”

[desertio]

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