queen consort.

“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.”

bullsmithing:

              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:

HEY, FOUL PLAY. STOP THE POURING OF THE WINE OVER HIS HEAD. CERSEI, CERSEI-- why the dornish wine.

uh huh sure

rpmememaker:

tbh there’s never a ship meme that hits on the things i wanna know so here we are :

    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. 

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. 

“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.”

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 *

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