#this is val

[playdoughpal]

You ever get a new special interest that’s really obscure and kinda weird and you feel alone when you talk about it

Because

Yeah

[mercurial-muses]

you want corruption arc dont you you silly slut /// blood desc and body horror in some q’s/results

your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

[seungkuans]

correct me if im wrong, but isnt changing the n word to something else what youre supposed to do when you are not black and singing a song made by black artists that use the n word?

[floraldrizzle]

"i'm really trying to be your friend here but you're making it very hard."

[theunconventionalking]

Headcannon that Val has personalised ringtones for everyone and she has some shit like Monster Mash for Skulduggery

[princessbeyondthewall-blog]

It was another cold and dreary day at Castle Black, the snow fell as usual and all who need not be outside were taking shelter within the castle's walls. There was one however who braved the cold, a woman in a bearskin cloak who seemed neither bothered nor eager to get inside. She was a sight that the men of the nights watch had long since become accustomed to, one many of them enjoyed as a matter of fact. Val, the Wildling Princess. It was a well-known fact that Val hated to be idle, she didn’t like to be huddled up inside all day and if she got bored well...gods help them all. Despite her having lived at Castle Black for many years she had still not grown fond of the Crows that surrounded her day in and day out, when she got bored she would often take to fighting them under the guise of ‘training’ and very few escaped without injury. It was perhaps for that very reason that all the trainees below breathed a silent sigh of relief as they saw someone approach her. Val, however, was less pleased. She had become accustomed to having to deal with the southerners on behalf of her people but that did not mean that she enjoyed it any more than when she had first bent the knee to Selyse Baratheon. She didn’t bother to turn around to address them “Whatever you are here for must be very important to bring you this far north” It was only a little patronizing, that was something Lord Crow had requested she work on when dealing with the people south of the wall. 

[fcmous-blog]

( * && @svperich !

valentina heard him creep in but said nothing. it was three o’clock in the morning but this was the third time this week he’d come in late and she was tired of arguing about it. lately, everything with him felt like an argument. it was exhausting but the petite girl couldn’t find a way to let go without hurting. sure, being with him was getting even more painful but in her eyes it might feel worse to let go. he was home and hell all at once and she was conflicted. “turn the fucking light off and sleep on the couch, thanks,” she simply states, her back facing him.