#ourladyofconcealedweaponry

[chrysanthemumskies]

" Amidst the noisy ball, in Hell Of everyday distress, I’ve seen you, but the secret’s veil Was covering your face. " alexander pushkin ; 'amidst the noisy ball ... ' natasha romanoff || black widow for the ever wonderful ourladyofconcealedweaponry ; happy birthday Nyxie dear (07.15.14) !

[hellkittenslove]

*waves* Hello lovely new follower!!

Hello to you as well! I love your name! Concealed weaponry is truly a must. *waves * I hope you are doing well!

[klaroline-fantasies]

*waves* Hello lovely new follower!!

Hi there Linctavia Shipper!

[claro3goesfullfandom]

Sarah Manning + her idea of happiness

this is one... shockingly easy

her baby girl, and peace, and quiet: no one chasing her, no vic, no dyad group, god, not even S — felix, and a job, and maybe even, now that she's met him again, maybe even cal

but above all else, kiera. kiera, safe and happy and well.

[bodhilukes]

☾ Sansa

☾ - sleep headcanon

she sleeps in a little ball, wrapped in three or four blankets, and a bed covered in stuffed animals all with elaborate backstories and a lot of sentimental value.

[sootspritesprinkles]

Shay Blackwell (or the 2200 Miles gang as a whole because guess who's working on that agaaaain...)?

yoooooooooo

I'm doing the whole gang okay?

It's Time - Imagine Dragons

You've Got A Friend In Me (Para El Buzz Espanol) - The Gipsy Kings

Moments - One Direction

Pencil Full Of Lead (Acoustic) - Paolo Nutini and The Vipers

Hopeless Wanderer - Mumford and Sons

[terapsina]

ourladyofconcealedweaponry replied to your post:Linctavia, 12

*whimpers* That is PERFECTION.

Thanks. And I'm right about that being the perfect song for her right? Because if we consider her background and who she has become despite it... it just IS.

[terapsina]

Linctavia, 12

12: Indie bookstore, record store, comic shop, etc. AU

The first time Lincoln sees her, she’s in his shop with her back to him, headphones over her ears, head thrown back and with arms reaching for the ceiling, she’s dancing to the music no one but she can hear. And she’s completely uncaring of the stares she’s gathering from the rest of his customers.

She’s enchanting.

Almost against his will, he moves across the room and closer to her. She must have turned the music pretty loud, because now he can actually hear the lyrics.

‘I must become… the lion hearted  g i r l , ready for a  f i g h t …’

He almost smiles at her taste while some instinct tells him the song fits the young woman perfectly.

He’ll learn that he was right about that during their first date, when her brother storms in the middle of it, to try and fail to take her home. But right now all he really knows is that he wants to know her better, so once the song ends, he taps her lightly on the shoulder and when she faces him, removing the headphones as she turns, he just goes with his first urge.

“Lincoln.” her face turns confused so he elaborates “My name is Lincoln.”

And then she smiles and he knows he’s lost already. He’s right.

“I’m Octavia.”