Tears of Ebon-Grey

A writer who does not write courts chaos...

[deppslove]

[incredifishface]

i fucking love scripts.

[landerers]

You  f o r g e t  your life after awhile, the life you had before. Things you cherish and hold dear are like pearls on a string. Cut the knot, they scatter across the floor, rolling into dark corners, never to be found again. So you move on. And eventually you forget what the pearls even looked like. Or at least you  t r y .

[marystewart]

And all I can taste is this moment  And all I can breathe is your life  'Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight

[you-cant-fake-that]

      Now imagine this SAME EXACT scenario with a particular Original vampire/werewolf hybrid…what do you think he would do for his precious little blonde vampire?? ;)

*gifs are not mine*

[carolineforbae]

Two of the most beautiful photos ever, and if you are not crying you are wrong. ♥♥♥

[tearsofebongrey]

Sweet Dreams | Chapter Twenty Two

Caroline could smell the morphine from the drip in her mother’s hand. It was a sharply sweet smell, and yet still so bitter and sterile. It was so sweetly poisonous in its addictive nature that it reminded her of Mystic Falls...

Amazing Cover by thisisrealitsreal

[briannaefraser]

[jamie-to-the-heart-deactivated2]

I plan to marry but once…

[life-justbelieveinyourdreams]

Candice Accola em We Heart It.

[tearsofebongrey]

God she's beautiful.

[clarabosswins]

[tearsofebongrey]

You were the boy, weren’t you—the servant boy who got us out? You saved her life and mine, then you restored her to me. Yet, you want no reward. Not anymore.

[blytthe]

[tearsofebongrey]

I don`t need to be fixed. I can`t be fixed.

[tearsofebongrey]

Mystic Falls was my Tara, as stupid as that sounded, and I wanted it back...

[kittenbalerion]

Father had bought her a new dress to impress Robert Baratheon—a Southron dress.  It had looked so frail and delicate when he’d presented it to her—a billowing pile of silk and chiffon.  Lyanna had hated it immediately and on principle, because such a dress would be easily ripped if she wanted to do anything, and she probably would want to do “anything.”

She disliked tremendously that when she came South, she was imprisoned in silk.  She wore it for the tourney—what part of the tourney she observed, anyway—and could feel Robert’s eyes on her.  She did her best to ignore it.  Ned said he loved her, and this was the first time he was clapping eyes on her, and it wasn’t her.  The real her wore wool and heavy linen and velvet from time to time—not flowy silk like some dainty Southron butterfly. One could not ride in flowy silk.  One could only watch others ride, and clap one’s hands, and wonder what it would be like to be a man riding in the lists.  

Lyanna did not like wondering such things.  She liked holding a sword in her hands, feeling the weight of a lance couched under her arm.  But Brandon had rolled his eyes when she’d ask if she could ride (“a mystery knight, Brandon!  No one need know that it’s me!”) and said, “I thought you would grow out of this, Lyanna,” and that had hurt worse than staring into the sun.

She’d done it anyway, of course.  She had shed the silken dress and put on leathers and armor and ridden the lists.  She hadn’t wanted to win—that had never been the intent.  She was quite confident that she couldn’t have won—with such knights as Barristan Selmy and Arthur Dayne riding.  (Although she was quite confident that she could have beaten Brandon.  That would not have been difficult.)

They said that she had “won” her crown of winter roses.  They’d wondered loudly how she’d done it, what Prince Rhaegar saw in her that he didn’t find in his lovely Dornish Princess.  Lyanna was sure that they wanted her to smile demurely, to blush prettily, and say that she didn’t know and was honored and flattered by his attention.  But she couldn’t.  For she truly had won that crown in the lists, as any knight would have.  They would never understand that Prince Rhaegar, more than any other man, more even than her own brother, recognized that she was brave and bold and gallant.

What a strange place, the South was.  

[tearsofebongrey]

Never understood the appeal of Bamon until now.

And Carenzo? My poor Klaroline heart is being torn in two; that car scene made me ship him so hard. Can Enzo be his own ship? I'd happily float his boat, steer his ship, take the wheel and - oh you get what I mean ;)

My heart is full of too many ships, damn it!

[amateurklarolineedits]

Klaroline recipe.

(all gifs are mine.)

[dailyforbes]

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[luvloki19]

There’s good fanfiction and then there’s fanfiction that I’d sell my soul to for regular updates