#thyshield

      The concept of true loneliness would never be something she could wrap her head around. To outsiders, she would always be alone; never in company yet always talking like someone was with her. They couldn’t see Addison. Helen had figured that out when she was barely five years old. They’d smacked her and told her she was far too old for imaginary friends, but no matter how much she pointed to her and described each and every feature on her face, they never believed her. She’d hit a point where she didn’t care if they thought she was crazy. Plenty did. Others slowed down their speech like the concept of conversation was something that she would never wrap her head around. She hated those guys. 

       It’s one of those nights where sleep doesn’t come easy. Helen doesn’t know how to describe it well enough to explain to Addison what’s making her hair stand on end. She might use the sense of impending doom to do so, but unlike with the anxiety of that... she didn’t fear it. Magic, despite having been completely aware of it since Addison had felt its existence within her, was still something she couldn’t get her head around. She doesn’t expect to find it sitting on top of her battered, shitty old truck in the parking lot of Walmart. Not unless the unruly youth of today decided to pull a Harry Potter and Winguardium Leviosa something for the shits and giggles.

     Helen chews on her straw and settles down in the contemplative silence following her question. There would be many things she wouldn’t understand. The first one that comes to mind is how parents who were supposed to love her had been able to abandon her on the steps of an old, inactive fire stations doorstep. The second, the fucked up hierarchy between the rich and the poor; they all bled the same colour at the end of the day.

BEEP BEEP! how’s my portrayal? (accepting) // @thyshield

          TALE AS OLD AS TIME, dear Melody. that is us and our boys & girls because honestly — if i try to envision my tumblr life without you in it, i get the 404 not found error. i will never not be grateful and i will never not feel blessed that i came across this precious gem that you are. someone who not only fueled my own Cersei love to levels i never thought were humanly possible, and someone who so brilliantly writes so many different muses — but, above all else, such a wonderful human being with a heart so golden that Casterly Rock could never. thank you, thank you so much for this lovely message AND for existing ❤︎❤︎❤︎

also please never forget that this exists: