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@amidalc replied to your photo “throneless. warning for expression of Emotions i meant to post this a...”
you two i adore you both sm ♥♥♥
@crimeblogger replied to your photo “throneless. warning for expression of Emotions i meant to post this a...”
the two of you always make me so happyyy.
do you know how much i value u guys? bc it’s A Lot!!!!!!!
throneless. warning for expression of Emotions i meant to post this a while ago but kept forgetting. i must show off my californian other half. you spoil me with love & things i can’t get in the uk :’c she saw me whining on twitter (as per) about how much stuff this US-only shop had.. weeks later, i get this package. court you are such a kind, IMMENSELY generous person, and i miss having you here all the time!! but i know how busy you are & our convos on twitter make up for it. with your weekly updates on tg that i don’t 100% understand but love hearing about anyway.. learning lore just to keep up w you & having you there to vent to. i think it has been... 3? 4?? 5??? years?? that we’ve known each other. i was a terrified bean who was scared to approach the asoiaf fandom & you scooped me up as a Big Name(TM) & made me feel so welcome & valid as a writer, & with my interpretations. from the posts you used to make with the crazy 400+ icons you’ve made me for birthdays, to the gifsets ( i still laugh at the gifset of nikolaj holding coffee during a rehearsal of joff’s wedding u made and tagged me in that is STILL the most popular post in my tag & icb to this day the huffingtonpost stole your gifset slkgja ) to the movie watching escapades with nikolaj plopping an entire boiled egg in his mouth at once & lena playing charles’ daughter in another police escapade & you comforted me whilst i cried when he died on-screen....
i have learned so much from you, & i am so grateful to have you as a friend. there’s been a lot to get through but you have always been there without fail for me, you never make me feel second-best, you never make me feel pressured, only cared about and valued, which is crazy rare!! i love you lots. @maimedlion / @minussevcn ♡
p.s. the trans-atlantic post system sucks but your bundle will be offskies to you soon. ♡ p.p.s. i’d put up w your shit for 100 yrs, but thank you for saying it w/chocolate :*
❛ you know ... you can look at me like you can barely stand me all you wish but, alas !! i know your secret, ser lannister !! ❜ ever the playful tonality. vivid grin && hint at dimples within apple cheeks. her hands are dirty, slightly sticky with flower sap as she rests curve of chin within curl of palm, first two fingers coming to tap - tap - tap just below ear. a girl of blooms though crown of curls lay unadorned. velvet flesh && saccharine smile. a closer lean, design to unnerve ( doubts such is possible. attempts anyway. ) && vocables lower, features exaggerate && for a moment tongue is able to be seen as it curls 'long row of teeth.
❛ you've grown fond of me. admit it !! ❜ ╳ ┊❛ @maimedlion.
FILED UNDER:// STARTER. @maimedlion
T’challa felt a set of eyes pierce through him. nicking at his shoulders. weighing on his mind. raising the hair at the back his neck. every move he made was TRACKED. it was a constant presence since taking his education overseas. zuri, a six foot seven wakanda warrior, glared at the prince of wakanda. even now as the young t’challa shifted his head to the side so he could look at the muscled man out of the corner of his gaze. twenty feet away, he was still a l o o m i n g presence, out of place with his wakandan robes & tribal markings. slitted eyes unwavering. lips in a constant state of purse. he took his duty seriously. t’challa could commend him for that. but often times he wished the man gave him a longer leash. allow him to explore at his own leisure and not be refined by the kings boundaries.
Ignoring his bodyguard, swiping the pig skin off the ground. nestling it within his grasp. t’challa breathed in deeply. american football. a sport he enjoyed almost as much as hunting. the stamina & brutality of the game really got the adrenaline pumping. swinging his arm up, arching his body, he pitched the ball forward. lips thin as he miscalculated the strength he used as he watched the ball wiz through the air. bypassing the open arms of his team mate & heading straight towards a blonde haired man walking across the field at the boundary.
❝ ----------------HEADS! ❞
Not an ask because you know already this is going to be so much longer than the limit they put on asks. Caitlin, where do I even begin? I can’t believe we’ve known one another so long now, it still feels sometimes as though so little time has gone by. You’ve made such a big influence on my life, you’ve been there so much and have inspired me so greatly, there aren’t even words to truly express the love I have for you. You’re one of my best friends, it’s one of those facts I won’t deny nor would I ever want to. You’re so incredibly talented, and the love you have for Cersei is admirable - as is the love and patience you have for so many of us here online.
I couldn’t dream of someone else writing Cersei as you do, as you add such a life to her beyond that of which GRRM has given her - a complexity beyond what we’ve seen in ASOIAF, but it’s so incredibly true to her character there’s been times I’ve wondered if you have been whispering in GRRM’s ear all along - though really lets face it, you give her what she deserves, which is more than can be said of him. Caitlin, thank you. For all you do, for being there for me and so many others - you’re the greatest friend a person could ask for, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life (like god even my mom adores you, that right there says a lot considering she doesn’t entirely approve of me being online so much). I can’t wait till we eventually meet offline, and the adventures we’ll go on together. <3 love always, your golden boob, Courtney
message me anything you want to tell me before 2015 ends.
the only rule is that I can’t reply, I can only post it!
it’s barely a week to go; the city is in meltdown, oozing with glitter & lights & the cries of stroppy children in shopping centres. if only cersei knew what that felt like------ beyond shopping any time of the year with joffrey, of course ( with all of the immediate lannister family under the one roof, only time could tell until his next tantrum, Father’s next accusatory remark about the origins of his behaviour, her lack of control------ oh, family holidays ). all of her gifts are perfectly wrapped, orderly & glowing in crimson paper, golden bows ( of course ) ------ they practically add to the decadence of the tree itself, glittering with rare generosity ( as if it was anything other than a show of wealth & common ritual ) & infinite curiosity. even her father gave presents to his children------ either demeaning or meaningless------ & cersei is not one to defy a family tradition. jaime’s there, helping put up the last of the final decorations above her fireplace ( an excuse for his company ) whilst cersei lounges on the sofa with a glass of red ( also helpful ). green eyes set to low-burning crystal by the reflection of the fire, she watches him mount the last sprig of holly on the massive framed mirror above the mantelpiece ( who needs a piece of art when you have your own reflection? ) with the quiet dedication one only showed each other. golden tresses turned molten by the orange heat, her head tilts in a shimmering cacophony, a small knowing smirk forming upon the ruby of her lips------ for all her twin brother was, valiant & witty & golden & hers, he was not organised.
❝ so, sweet brother, i haven’t seen your present underneath the tree as of yet. what have you gotten me for christmas? ❞
I'm here to save you from yourself.
cringing, she feels her nails carve angry red crescents into her palms– she would rather die, than cry before him now– but the bitter hot tears sting her eyes anyway, as relentless as the tide, as the stubborn rage & grief that battles inside her. three tombs, three shrouds, three golden babes dead & buried. what else does she have? your twin; your shadow; your other half. no more. gone, changed, & gone again. now he had returned to her a second time, warped beyond recognition ( be that by her own attitude or the harsh taint life apart had marred him with, marred them both ) & served no purpose but to deepen the taste of blood & acerbic bitterness in her mouth. he had not protected her when the high sparrow sought to knock her from pride & standing & self in the walk he deemed penance. he had not protected her when the plot to cast justice upon the insipid rose had run afoul; when she was to be held to trial for the sins he was just a part of much as she. a note unanswered– her last, final plea for help. her soul naked upon a shred of parchment. but her champion had.
❝ very good, ser. but i am in no need of ‘saving’. my children were. if you wish to make yourself useful, there is an attack i must prepare for. return to your post; your sworn brother keeps me well protected. ❞
group verse | ♕ █ ` starter call.
a shape; slender & dark, forms by his side-- wine glass in hand. there is a sense of triumph in the way she drapes herself elegantly against the table edge, satisfied, as if they have been playing a game; a chase; & she has finally seized her catch. ❝ ah---- there you are. why am i not surprised to find you by the punchbowl? ❞ she quips, playful. ❝ if you expect me to dance, you ought to be aptly prepared. i won’t have you stepping on my feet. ❞
