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if i look back, i am lost
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
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so i’ve made a few posts about “rebooting” and “coming back” to indie but honestmeme that never really panned out bc i’m ? a ? trash ? can ? now though, i’ve got the time and the muse. so i’m gonna revamp the blog with a new theme + new icons or gif icons or something tbh i’m lit so hype.
grievouscrimes:
@tvrcll
y O U are going to break his fingers from texting so muc h
L I S T E N i’m excited for the texts
Moulin Rouge! Sentence meme
“The woman I loved is dead.”
“Always with this ridiculous obsession with love!”
“Right at that moment an unconscious Argentinian fell through my roof.”
“Boy has talent, I like him!”
“Above all things I believe in love.”
“You can’t fool us.”
“When will I meet the girl?”
“Come and get me, boys.”
“Let me peek.”
“That’s the one, chickpea.”
“What’s his type?”
“I believe you were expecting me.”
“He has a gift with the women.”
“Don’t be unkind.”
“You’ve frightened her away.”
“Oh, these silly costumes.”
“How do I look? Smouldering temptress?”
“Poetic enough for you?”
“I’d rather get it over and done with.”
“I’d prefer to do it standing.”
“Let’s make love.”
“He’s got a huge talent.”
“It’s a little bit funny, these feeling inside.”
“I can’t believe it. I’m in love.”
“I think there might be a small hitch.”
“I feel like dancing.”
“Don’t you toy with my emotions.”
“There’s a power in you that scares me.”
“Do you have any idea what would have happened if you were found?”
“Let’s have a little peek-a-boo.”
“I’m way ahead of you.”
“It’s about love overcoming all obstacles.”
“And in the end, should someone die?”
“Generally, I like it.”
“One day I’ll fly away.”
“Wait, no please, wait.”
“I can’t fall in love with anyone.”
“Love is like oxygen.”
“Please, don’t start that again.”
“You crazy fool, I won’t give into you.”
“Don’t leave me this way.”
“I will always love you.”
“You’re going to be bad for business, I can tell.”
“Don’t think I am naive.”
“I just don’t like other people touching my things!”
“The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”
“Are you mad?”
“I saw you together!”
“It’s just an infatuation.”
“Tell him it’s over.”
“My little sparrow is dying.”
“She mustn’t know.”
“We have to end it.”
“Things don’t work that way.”
“Come what may.”
“I will love you until my dying day.”
“I don’t like this ending.”
“Because she doesn’t love you!”
“He could destroy everything.”
“You promised.”
“Without trust there is no love!”
“SILENCE!”
“You made me believe that you loved me.”
“I couldn’t go through with it.”
“I didn’t want to pretend anymore, I don’t want to lie.”
“He is insanely jealous.”
“He can’t scare us.”
“He’s a powerful man, you know you can do it.”
“He loves me. And that is worth everything.”
“You’re dying.”
“The doctor told us.”
“It all ends today.”
“He’ll fight for me.”
“Hurt him. Hurt him to save him.”
“There is no other way.”
“The show must go on.”
“Tell me the truth!”
“Things aren’t always as they seem.”
“She loves you, I know it. I know she loves you.”
“Go away!”
“She is mine.”
“Oh god, this is high up!”
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“Tell me you don’t love me!”
“My eyes do not lie.”
“I have paid my whore.”
“I owe you nothing.”
“You’re nothing to me.”
“Thank you of curing my ridiculous obsession with love.”
“Come back to me and forgive everything.”
“Somebody get some help!”
“Can’t go on without you.”
“You’ve got so much to give.”
“Tell our story.”
“I’ll always be with you.”
nothingxdauntedxher:
bullsmithing:
ned studied the shape of his jaw, the eyes like blue ice. ‘yes,’ he thought. ‘i see it.’
wcrg:
DULCE ET DECORUM EST PRO PATRIA MORI
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1914 saw the dawn of a dark change. Boys were plucked from the womb && forced early into manhood long before their time. Blindly soldiers were lead into battle, oversized boots sticking to he muddy grounds in which they lived; the trenches dug deep like self dug graves. Brothers fought alongside brothers, friendships && bonds made each day, only to be shattered the next by explosive gunfire && tear gas—— slaughter of the most brutal kind.
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A group verse spanning from the year 1914 to 1918 focusing on the FIRST WORLD WAR. Characters involved don’t strictly have to be soldiers fighting in the war, families of soldiers && locals living in areas close to the battle may also interact within the verse. One of each muse will be accepted (excluding twin situations pre established/discussed by the relevant muns). We’re tracking the tag ( V; WWI ) && to join just shoot me an IM. Members are listed below:
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watcherandshield:
*tosses curls, sloshing the remainder in cersei’s face*
——worry not, Lady Margaery. Cersei has the wine, but I have @nothingxdauntedxher·‘s heart.
... i’m impressed with you, jon snow. you’ll be dead by morning, but i’m impressed.
neitherknightnorlady:
//I absolutely need this as a group verse!
HELLS YEAH, can we please?
His chuckle is warm, amused. "….kiss me, my lady of Lannister, and your mother will see to it that I have no face left.“
“—My mother can do nothing about what she doesn’t know, and I have no intention to tell.”
*POURS WINE OVER JON SNOW’S HEAD*
HEY, FOUL PLAY. STOP THE POURING OF THE WINE OVER HIS HEAD. CERSEI, CERSEI-- why the dornish wine.
( @jonxsnxw // continued from HERE. )
margaery couldn’t help how fascinated she was by the king in the north. he was so... stoic and so different from the men she had spent her time around. as far as anyone in the north was concerned, margaery had never consummated her marriage with tommen or joffrey, and renly had never taken his interest in her. she couldn’t fault him for believing the perception of herself she fed to him because innocent was the last word that margaery would equate with her self, though publicly she played the card very well.
“a minute will serve my wants and needs just for now, lord snow, though i may require your company later this evening,” the brunette murmured between kisses, a grin on her lips all the while.
tw: salt, idiocy.
y’all, i’m working on an assignment for my english class where we have to review someone else’s paper AND I GOT THE DUMBEST MOTHERFUCKER ALIVE.
like ?????????
i know you don’t think that’s grammatically correct, son.
for context, he’s sixteen at the time of this story ( and he’s a twenty year old writing this paper )
literally kick me in the head. it would be more merciful than this.
@tvrcll replied to your post: I am a serious rp blog I swear. But…
uh huh sure
Originally posted by cikolataliphone
Originally posted by andiwaslikewut
NOBODY ASKED YOU MARGAERY
“Well, I am inviting lady – or is it queen – Margaery into the conversation now, since she has such sensible opinions.”
“i’m here now, M O T H E R, so you might as well listen. myrcella should be allowed to-- what’s the argument about? love who she pleases, right? -- after all, her first love was already murdered. should a second really be taken from her so soon?”
PLOT TWIST: GOES WITH JON SNOW AND LEAVES MOM AND HER MINION BEHIND
PLOT TWIST: I LEARN OF THE PLAN BEFORE HAND AND HAVE MYRCELLA LOCKED UP IN A TOWER TILL SHE COMES OF HER SENSES
“hey so, i know it’s none of my business but; cersei, don’t you think you’re being just a wee bit overprotective?”
send ‘ship !’ for the following
sjxfni-closed:
rpmememaker:
tbh there’s never a ship meme that hits on the things i wanna know so here we are :
who throws things in a fight ? who goes to their parent’s house for a weekend when things get bad ? who wants to have children ? who doesn’t ? if both do, how do their goals differentiate ? who is more adverse to physical contact ? who hates/dislikes their neighbors the most ? who hates/dislikes their significant other’s family ? who is most likely to leave when things get rough ? who thinks their partner turned out a different person than they thought ? who is more likely to cheat ? who is the more experienced ( sexually or otherwise ) ? who hates/dislikes their significant other’s friends ? who wants to go to social gatherings the most ? who is most likely to be dishonest ? who is more emotionally closed off and how does this affect their partner ? who is the dessert person ? who is more conservative ?
@tvrcll
A raven started this all. The Tyrell had written to his sister Sansa, pleading for refuge in the North. After much debate and Sansa’s firm insistence of this highborn woman’s kindness and honorable intentions, an agreement had been made. They would shelter this rose from the storm. Direwolf banners flew high over the gathered party of bannerman and knights. The wind beat at them all, clawing at cloaks and hair. But Jon, even as King, would not receive her in the comfort and warmth of a grand hall but out in the unforgiving cold with Sansa at his side.
Soon a party of his own men and a few of her trusted guards crested the hill with Margaery Tyrell among them. He gently squeezed his heels into his mare’s sides, spurring the horse forward to greet her personally. “Welcome to Winterfell, Lady Margaery,” he had to shout over the howl of the wind to even be heard. “I’m sure you’ve had a long and arduous journey. We’ll join you on the way to the castle.”
margaery could have killed a man for refuge if it would have been guaranteed. this was no longer a gentle rose with her few thorns, but one made entirely of something new. she had lost her father, her brother, her titles, and home in only a moment and at a vicious woman’s decision and it boiled a rage so fierce in margaery’s being that she couldn’t bring herself to speak of. she was as upset as she was vengeful which meant she couldn’t guarantee her reaction to someone’s prodding questions about her brother or father’s deaths. would she cry? would she lash out? would it be violent?
the former queen kept her head down in the winter storm. it was as though the old gods were telling her that she wasn’t welcome in the north... and honestly she couldn’t put it past them if they felt that way. she wouldn’t put it past the old gods or the new if they cast her out from her last place of possible refuge. cersei would never send her armies this far north at the start of winter, margaery was sure. however, cersei had just attempted to murder her, so what could highgarden’s rose truly expect from a crazed queen?
when she was greeted by a small party, margaery was surprised it wasn’t larger ( though she was sure they had an equal surprise with her, considering her reputation for lavish events and parties ), though she was no longer queen. there was no need to impress her on arrival, especially when she didn’t even have banners flying over her. she had herself and three guards -- the rest dead or abandoned her before they’d even made it out of view from king’s landing. as they rode out to meet with jon ( king in the north, margaery chided herself. she did not know him personally ), she almost immediately felt the need to fling herself into sansa’s arms. the woman was sure it was sansa who pled margaery’s case in the first place.
as she rode closer to sansa and jon, margaery smiled at the greeting. she couldn’t really... hear jon but what she saw was a face as cold as the wind around them and one more handsome than she’d ever have expected. if this were any other situation ( you know, the kind where she wasn’t a political refugee presumed to be dead by a maniacal queen who sought to eradicate the house of tyrell ), she may have almost been mad that she had never known the north to have such handsome men.
“a privilege it is to be welcomed, my king,” margaery told him in a tone raised louder than it normally might have been, so he could hear her over the wind. it was nice to know there was a castle standing. margaery was chilled to the bone to the point where any moment now, she felt her teeth would begin to chatter. “thank you for your kindness of wanting to ride in with me,” she told him after a moment of seemingly thoughtful silence. “and opening winterfell’s doors to me.”
Haunted History
“You might not want to ask questions.”
“Sometimes the dead walk.”
“Did you hear that?”
“I think someone’s out there.”
“You really don’t want to know what happend here.”
“There was a woman out there. Did you see her?”
“I don’t suppose the neighbors have horses, do they?”
“Sometimes the dead don’t stay down.”
“Cemetery gates are locked at sundown.”
“The school’s abandoned for a reason.”
“Stay away from the mansion on the hill.”
“Was that person acting odd to you?”
“Do you hear something?”
“Why do the the crows seem to be watching us?”
“There are spirits here.”
“More than just rats, cats, skunks and ‘coons come out at night.”
“There are disturbing things in this house.”
“Do you feel that?”
“You will believe.”
“They say a woman hanged herself from the balcony.”
“Is there a child living here?”
“Do you hear music?”
“What… is… that?”
“There are things you don’t want to tangle with.”
“Stay away from dark places.”
“Fear is good. Listen to it.”
wowza, so today marks my official three month anniversary since archiving && restarting. the fact that you are all here even with my ridiculously slow self makes me feel sooooooo loved. <3 so here’s me attempting to give a little love in return. * throws confetti @ u all *
rules. ends September 30th , reblogs & likes count ( likes only count after you’ve reblogged it at least once ) , must be following me obvi.
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