#about samara

I was tagged by @beachieball 

i’m tagging the following: @swietek93 @gaaraofsburbia @tflatte @jabberwockyx @pumpkinspiceocelotte and uhhhh idk who else

Nickname(s): none i am just Samara

Gender: Cis Woman

Star sign: Pisces (I was technically born like...3 weeks late so my birthday doesn’t match up but listen...I am definitely not an Aries)

Height: 5’4

Time: 10:56 am

Birthday: March 27th

Favourite bands/artists: Muse, Chvrches, Purity Ring, Gorillaz, Lana del Rey, Imagine Dragons, Bastille, IAMX, Halsey, Hayley Kioko, Eivør

Song(s) stuck in my head: Salt by Eivør 

Last movie I watched: Thor: Ragnarok

Last TV show I watched: uhhhh probably Stranger Things like months ago

What I post: Critical Role, Overwatch, gay shit, weird mermaids, space stuff, cats, fat birds, reptiles.

Do I get asks:  Nah and let’s keep it that way, I have enough trouble keeping up with regular messages

URL meaning: It’s a relic from my days as a tiny Doctor Who fanatic  

Average hours of sleep: probably like...6-8 depending on the day 

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked //Tyger Tyger, burning bright // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night. // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // There is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // Whose woods these are I think I know // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me, // It was many and many a year ago, // You may write me down in history // Do not stand at my grave and weep // Some say the world will end in fire // Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // Remember me when I am gone away, // I met a traveler from an antique land // ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves // This is thy hour O Soul, // We wear the mask that grins and lies, // Death be not proud, // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand // Is there anybody there? said the Traveller // Nobody heard him, the dead man, // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; // Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow // I thought of you and how you love this beauty // Life, believe, is not a dream // It may be misery not to sing at all, // If tarry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, // Had we but world enough and time, // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense // Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art- // Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // Heaven is what I cannot reach! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // Break, break, break // She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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DANDELION Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

ECHINACEA A protector. With an amazing blend of optimism, nurturing and goodwill, you lend your strength and energy to those in need. Your seemingly infinite goodwill and boundless supportive energy make you the one people turn to when times are tough. Your greatest strength is, of course, also one of your weaknesses, especially if you neglect to take care of yourself. At times like these, it’s a good idea to take a step back and focus some of that protective energy on yourself.

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Tôi thích đan, móc, thêu thùa, may vá, nấu nướng, làm bánh. Thích uống trà, đọc sách, ngắm thành phố từ trên cao, đi một chuyến xe bus bất kỳ khi buồn, chở mình đi đâu cũng được. Tôi thích tự nấu sữa đậu nành, làm bánh flan vào mỗi chiều chủ nhật. 

Tôi thích chó, thích mùa hè, thích núi, thích tóc dài.

Tôi đã từng không thích nhuộm tóc, không thích sơn móng tay, không thích hút thuốc, uống rượu, không thích xăm trổ hay bấm nhiều lỗ tai. không thích tỉa lông mày, 

Nhưng thời gian trôi đi, tôi bây giờ đã khác. 

Tôi bây giờ, nhuộm tóc đỏ, móng chân luôn màu đỏ đậm, tôi uống bia rượu, hút thuốc khi buồn, tôi ấp ủ một hình xăm. Tôi trang điểm, tỉa lông mày thường xuyên. 

Tôi vẫn thích nhưng không còn thời gian để nhâm nhi trà vào cuối tuần, không còn làm bánh, thêu thùa, không còn nấu sữa đậu nành, đi xe bus vòng quanh.

Tôi bây giờ thích mèo, vẫn thích mùa hè, vẫn thích núi, tóc ngắn dài gì cũng thích. Tôi vẫn còn thói quen cắn da môi đến bật máu không bao giờ muốn bỏ. Tôi vẫn thích đi xem phim một mình, vẫn nghe nhạc khi tắm và hát theo nghêu ngao, vẫn thích chụp hình linh tinh. 

Có những suy nghĩ, thói quen sẽ thay đổi theo thời gian. Vì môi trường, vì chính bản thân hoặc do người khác tác động vào.

Humming softly as she worked, the maiden soon began to chuckle as the girl sat in front of her wriggled, moving the dirty blonde locks of hair out of the maiden’s wet hands. “Daena! Stop squirming, otherwise I will never wash your hair!” she chided between her laughter, her sky blue eyes twinkling as the little girl flashed her green eyes and her heart-warming smile at the maiden. “But Mara, it tickles!” she insisted as Samara, or Mara as she was called by her intimates, smiled on. “And I am nearly done, so keep still!” she instructed, not harshly but with enough motherly care and so firmness in her tone for Daena to obey as Mara scooped up some water out of the water fountain, that they were sat by near to the Red Keep,  before she delicately drizzled the water over Daena’s hair, using her fingers to comb out the dirt so the blonde became more golden in colour. “Why can’t I wash you hair?” “I washed it early this morn when it t’was still just about night and thus I could come out without melting!” came Mara’s automatic and sharp reply which always ended that topic.

Despite the hot southern sun, Samara’s dress was long and thus hid her form and scarred self from the world; her hair tied back in a northern style braid, seemingly dark brown in colour but if one were to look closely, they would see the odd auburn lock of hair intricately tucked, or in some cases, masked by a paste that made it seem brown. At five and ten, nearing six and ten, Samara had pretty much now lost her girl hood looks and form and was nearly completely grown into her womanly form and sharper facial features, but also her hair colour was subtly shifting to it’s dominant, and in her case significantly recognisable, shade of copper red. For Mara did not know of her lineage save for a gold locket which depicted a jumping silver trout. But she knew auburn/red hair was rare and so her master gave her a tub of paste which she rubbed onto her hair every day, masking as much of the auburn as possible.

Speaking (or more thinking) of her master.....

“Ahhh, my little shadow maidens allowing themselves some time to grace the sun’s rays.......” came a voice and Mara turned sharply, her hand near the dagger that she always held on her person, but relaxed as she saw who it was, breathing out slowly in relief. “Master...... I-I-I mean, Lord Varys.....” she quickly corrected herself, recalling where they were, as the Spider sat on her left side as Daena moved herself carefully to Mara’s lap as most six year old’s do with those who they see as their mothers or at least carers as Samara’s hand gently combed through Daena’s wet golden locks. “Fret not my dear, we are quite alone out here.....” “But not completely.......” Mara stated as she peered out of the corner of her eyes and saw, even from the distance between them, the grey eyes of the Hand of the King, Lord Stark, watching them, or perhaps more specifically and significantly her, as Varys sighed. “My dear you need not worry, for Lord Stark wished to observe you...... And perhaps it is a good thing for you to get out of the ‘Master’ habit, for I believe I may have a way for you to be out of this corrupt and most unworthy city for someone with a heart such as your own, dear Samara......”

Mara turned to look at him with a intrigued look in her eye as Varys shifted to be able to whisper to her. “No doubt you have heard what had happened to poor Lady Stark’s hands?” at her slow nod, Varys continued. “Even the proud wolf needs to send his she-wolf an extra hand.....” at his words, Mara looked at him incredulously. “I am to return North?” she whispered softly. “You will be, soon enough..... For your life is only half complete, my dear, and the trials you went through have shown the strength of character which is in your blood… You have kin that can still be with you, but only if you let them see these beautiful changing strands of yours…… There, you may find the truth…..” Varys replied cryptically and Mara furrowed her brows in slight suspicion before looking at Lord Stark from the corner of her eye again before looking back as she continued stroking Daena’s hair. “And what of Daena?” “It’ll be too many leaving at once, and one significant hair colour is enough to possibly arouse suspicion if they do not leave at the right time or without them being covered up enough.....” was the Spider’s reply as he dug out a small pot from within his sleeves. “A new one, and you may want to touch up before you leave with what’s left of the old pot...... Now come, Lord Stark wishes a word with you..... What happens to your young assistant, you must sort out....” he stated as he stood up.

Mara sighed heavily as she bit her bottom lip, she knew she had no choice but to leave the city do that the Lannisters wouldn’t find her.. And she wanted to be away from this city of filth and deceit. So, whispering to Daena who got up, collected their things including the small pot Lord Varys gave Samara and then skipped away into the shadows, Samara stood up and walked gracefully beside yet slightly behind Lord Varys as he walked them to the Red Keep where Lord Stark and Lady Stark (from what Mara assumed Lord Varys meant by his cryptic words) were waiting.