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Rise. to prove: they couldn’t break you.

abillionlittlethoughts (via wordsnquotes)

❝   if  you  care  for  your  people               you  will  not   sign  this   treaty .    ❞    /    @diedking  ♥

❝   after  all  that  has  happened               why   should  I   trust  you ?    ❞     /    @astrainfinitude  ♥ 

do that thing where you ♥ for a starter !      lengths   &   verses  may  vary.   :)))

do that thing where you ♥ for a starter !      lengths   &   verses  may  vary.   :)))

I love my oc Mary Stuart

I love my oc Mary Stuart

i was weak, i made elena gilbert anyway. i’m still going through s1 but like this for the url.

the fact that adelaide’s character’s hairstyle alone in ouat is making me want to Not Quit this blog says a lot about me as a person

diedking:

SOMETIMES  WHEN  THE  LIGHT  CAUGHT  HER  FACE  A  CERTAIN  WAY,    robb  could  see  centuries  untold  in  mary’s  eyes.  he  wondered  what  secrets  were  harboured  deep  within,  and  who  it  was  that  was  lucky  enough  to  pry  them  open  and  seek  the  truth.   though  her  arrival  had  been  abrupt  and  had elicited  caution  at  first,  her  company  now  offered  him  a  peace  indescribable  within  a  raging  war  ;   he  was  sure  she  would  be  able  to  see  it  in  his  eyes  now,  more  warm  than  ever,  and  not  just  from  the  light  nature of their discussion.  he  could  stay  here  forever,  speaking  of  nothing  in  particular.  but  in  the  morn,   when  sunlight  peaked  through  dim  clouds  like  a  silent  intruder,  war  would  pull  at  his  hair  again.

while  dark  eyebrows  raised  at  her  jests,  a  boyish  grin  hid  beneath  the  scruff  of  hair  that  had  gathered  on  rugged  features  ;  her  playful  demeanour  reminded  him  of  home   –   of  the  undemanding  and  watchful  winterfell  of  his  childhood,  untainted  by  the  wrath  of  enemies  or  traitors.  when  this  was  all  over,  if  by  miracle death  didn’t  claim  him  first,  he  would  take  her  there.  if  she  wanted  to  go,  of  course.  it  seemed  she  had  a  home  of  her  own  she  wished  to  return  to  –  and  he’d  not  hold  her  back  from  it if  that  was  the  case.    STILL,  it  was  difficult  to  fight  back  the  memory  of  arya  &  bran  &  rickon,  safe  in  the  courtyards,   grasping  tight  to  an  innocence  he’d  lost  long  ago.   there  was  a  prickling  behind  robb’s  eyelids  then  (his body’s reminder not to linger,  lest  he  never  return  to  the  present),  and  he  swallowed  down  the  ache  in  his  throat.

mary’s  humour  was  met  with  the  shadow  of  a  chuckle,  one  hand  raising  to  scratch  at  his  neck.   a  nervous  tic,  to  be  sure  –  SHE  WAS  STILL  AN  OUTLANDER,   regardless  of  her tendency  to  bring  a  smile  to  lips  that  had  done  nothing  but  spill  war  strategies  for  months  prior  to  her  being  here.  still,  he  was  nonetheless  grateful  ;  under  no  obligation  to  help,  she  had  offered  her  abilities  willingly,  for  reasons  robb  was  yet to comprehend.      did  she  want  something  in  return?   it  wouldn’t  be  unlike  people  of  these  lands  to warrant  such  selfish  behaviour,  but  something  told  him  that  wasn’t  the  heart  of  the  matter.   no,  the  heart  of  the  matter  lay  hidden  in  the  calm  gaze  across  from  him,   and  no  amount  of  experience  in  war  could  ever  help  him  unravel  the  mystery  of  that  -  of  her.  mary  had  eyes  he  could  drown  in  if  he  stared  too  long   –  they  were  the  kind  of  eyes  that  wet  nurses  told  cautionary  tales  of  ;  capable  of  sinking  ships  and  leading  kings to their doom.           IT WOULDN’T BE SUCH AN AWFUL WAY TO GO.

“ Y’  CAN’T  SLEEP  EITHER,  THEN? ”     he  repeated,  words  far  less  careful  than  her  own  had  been  –  but  he  offers  a  quiet  vulnerability  to  her  all  the  same.   to  his  men,  robb  had  offered  a  stoic  resilience  ;  he  was  their  leader  and  thus  a  reminder  of  what  they  themselves  must  maintain.  but  in  quiet  moments  with  those  he  trusted  (his  mother,  mostly,  though  mary  had  drawn  closer  by  the  day),  robb  allowed  the  mask  to  fall.  beneath  was  just  a  boy  –  tired  and  torn  from  home  too  soon.   ‘neath  the  veil  of   KING   was  no  more  than  a  humble  lord.  and  yet  still,  rest  would  seemingly  only  ever  find  him  when  he  was  dead.     “ Believe  me,  there’s  no  use  in  me  even  tryin’  to  sleep.  Can hardly  remember  what  it  even  really  feels  like  to  rest  anymore. ”      stop,  he thought to himself,  she doesn’t care.  but  words  left  him  swiftly,  and  with  an  ease  he  felt  with  barely  anyone  else.    how  was  it  that  she  could  stare  through  to  his  soul  without  so  much  as  a  second  glance?    voice  hushed,  robb  found  refuge  in  their  closeness,  gaze  softening  slightly  as  he  spoke  again.    “Perhaps  I’ll  join  you  on  a  walk  one  of  these  mornings.  If  you’ll  have  me.”

implications  made  the  air  between  them  thick  and  he  was  quick  to  dissolve  it,  moving  past  her  to  glance  over  a  piece  of  writing  atop  a  table  opposite.  within  moments,  he had  tucked  it  safely  away  in  a  small  leather  book  he  knew  would  be  handled  with  care.   it  was  only  then  that  his  mind  reviewed  her  words  prior,  and  diamond  hues  creased  with  amusement.  robb’s  entire  body  shifted  to  face  her  once  more.    “Hang on,”     he’d begun,  tone  louder  than  before,  but  just  as  playful,     “Did you just call me sire?”   there  was  no condescending  glance  paid  her  way,  nor  evidence  of  such  in  his  voice;  just  affection  pressed  into  every  detail  of  his  face,  and  body  leant  casually  against  the  makeshift  table.     “Is  that  a  common  title back  in  your ‘Solway  Firth’?  Sounds  a  bit  odd,  ‘f you ask me.”

she  remembers  a  young  girl,    with  a  dream  so  big  in  her  eyes                    she  took   it   with  herself  to  the  throne.        a   better   tomorrow ,    a  better  place .     a  nation   built   on   all   that   was   good   in   the   world .      the   little   rose   walked    on   a   road   made   of   thorns ,     venom   laid   out   on   her   path ,    poachers   waiting   for   her   to   arrive   at   court   so   they   could   use   her   innocence   to   benefit  themselves              to  make   an   impressionable  mind     work   they   wanted   it   to.      no   one   was   innocent   in    the   game   of    politics     &     not   everyone   was   evil   either .    every   soul   had   a   motive   /    an  aim   in   life .      but    not   everyone   walked   the   halls   with   a   heart   as   pure   as   hers .      all   the   babe   wanted   was   to   love    &    be   loved .      she   did   not   know    what   prices  had  to  be  paid     or   how   small   mistakes   could   be   turned  to  men  bleeding  for  her .    

that  girl  was  long  dead.        sent   under  a  grave,     decorated   with    flowers   that   couldn’t   compare   to   her   softness.    

and   in   her   place    was   a   woman   made   of    ice   /    cold    &   unforgiving ,    landed   in    a    camp   where   no   one   was   to    understand    her   repentance ,     her   eternal  desire    to   correct   the   small   faults   a   young   monarch   had   made .     NO ,    HERE   SHE   WAS   AN    OUTLANDER .     a   woman   fallen   through   time     /             her   journey   was   song - worthy   but   her   story   was   a   historian’s  mockery ,      reduced   to    become   a    LESSON   TO   BE   LEARNT    from  ,       as   was   the    YOUNG   WOLF’S .            

every   page   turned   reminds   her   how   the    books   painted   him   to   be   naive ,     a   boy   who  put   love   before   duty   &    thus    brought   death   at   his   doorstep .      there   was   never   much   about   him   in   the   records   for   he  had  neither  become  the  warden  of  the  north  as  he  was  expected  to ,    nor  had  he  come  the  king    he   wanted  to  be .        all   he   became   was   a   FOOL   who   lost   so   much   for   one  small   fault .     however ,    every   conversation   she   had   with   him   made   her   want   to   go  back  in  time    and   tear   those   books   down ,      rip   every   page   apart    &    bind   words   of   her   own                to   speak   of    his   pure   heart ,    his   beautiful   mind   &   his  golden  soul .  

the  books   said  he  died  at  the  hands  of   betrayal,   just  as  the  little  girl  had.    and   god   forbid   mary   would   witness   it   again .     god   forbid   she   let   his  beautiful   eyes   close  on  a  battlefield.      god   forbid   she   doesn’t   let   the   crown   settle   on   his   auburn   curls .     ❝      but    rest   is   of   paramount   importance   for  a   person  of  your   standing .    you’ll   need   a   fully  functioning   brain    to   lead   all  these  men .     ❞       tender   organ   beats   with   a   near   ferocity   at   his   request   for   invitation    to   accompany   her   on   the    sleepless  nights .     gaze   averted   in   momentary   shyness ,    a   smile   gracing   porcelain   features .      ❝              of  course  I’ll  have  you,    your  grace .     ❞     how   could   she   care   so  strongly   for   a   man   to   sure   to    die     (  if   she   couldn’t   single-handedly   change   the   course  of   history ?     a   laughable   chance .   )

a   small   humorous   exchange   brings   calm   to   her ,     her   violent   sea   of   thoughts    clashing  against   the  rocks  of   her   mind    coming   to   rest .     he   talks   of   the    title   she’d  given   him   as   odd   a   mirthful   chuckle   fills   the   air .      ❝    why ,    isn’t    having   a   lannister   spy  on   your   council   odd ?    ❞      the   smirk   was   evident   on   roseate  lips ,     the   twinkle   in   her   eyes   gives   way   to   a    glimpse   of   the   little  dead   girl .

hi sammy, my queen ! i'm really happy your hiatus is over bc i get to read your beautiful writing now ! may you have the brightest, sweetest day, i love you !

 icb  it’s  the  love  of  my  life  who  took  precious  time  out  of  her  day   to   send  me  this ?    aimee  you  have   the    KINDEST  HEART  &   SOUL   for  saying  that   and   exCUSE  YOU  icb  ur  real  sometimes   bc   how   can  someone   SO  SWEET    be   a  real  human  being ?? ? ???      ilysm  and  woW  u  made  a  nolan  &  im  shOOKT  but  I’m  excited  to  see  where  you  take  him  bc   you   can   breathe  such  life  into  characters !  ! !!!! ! !!!       so  yea ,    in  conclusion :    ily  &   im  so  grateful  for  this.  ♥ 

“  I’m  with  him ,      for  better  or  for  worse.  ”   “   it’ll   probably   be   worse.  ” “   I  knew  that  the  day  I  met  him.  ”  

edit  (  1 / ?  )                 ft.  @diedking !  

queenshand:

A FLEETING THOUGHT IS SPARED to the dreams of his childhood  –  how often he pondered the damage fire could do  ;  the damage he could do with it at his beck and call.   now,  years later,  tyrion lannister had accepted that the dragons were dead,  returned to ash and to myth.  though,  he’d be lying if he said a small,  solitary part of him still wished them to live.

‘   if i had to make an educated guess,  i’d say so.   though,  word spreads swiftly here   –   many a man has reported that the targaryen girl raises three of them in the east.  i suppose only time will offer us the truth of that.   ’         and when the truth was revealed,  and the might of the dragons presented,  where would this kingdom stand?   who would it fall to?   not him.    never him.     ‘   but,  this city is also full of drunkards and fools.  they have reason to believe in dragons as much as they have reason to believe the sky is falling.   i wouldn’t worry spare them a second thought.   ’

❝   spoken  like  a  true  diplomat.     ❞      her   words   hide   the   amusement   felt ,     speaking   of   not   believing   in   dragons  &  the  like    when    she   knew   the   TRUTH .      a   terrible   burden  to   bear ,   the   future   of   all  seven   kingdoms    spread  behind  her  eyes    from   a   book   read   long   before    and   she   was   to   SHOULDER  THIS  ALONE .      adding   on   the    dingy  cell ,     dimly   lit   &    barely   breathable   in ,     she   tried   to   find  a   diversion   in   these   few   conversations  alone . 

❝   so  who  do  you  believe,  my  lord ?      the   drunken   or   the   educated   fools ?    ❞

korrhaphi:

‘ forget ? ‘ the word rolls harshly off his tongue, tone stripped of all its usual warmth — war is not a time for niceties. ‘ how could i ever forget what i’ve been reminded of since birth ? ‘ he’s accusing, angry of being questioned. he is the king of camelot and a king must protect his people. ‘ my people need me fighting for them ! ‘ 

❝    don’t  be  an  arrogant  fool,  arthur.     ❞       acidity   rises   in   her   tone   with   every   word   uttered ,     there   is   rage   pumping   in   veins   imbued   with   the   royal  red  blood    of   hers .      she   knows   the   price   to   be   paid ,    should   the   boy - king   die                      thus   every   fibre   of   her   being   was   working   towards    not   letting   that   happen .       ❝   I  care  for  you,    but   if   you   march   into   battle   based  on   a   WHIM ,     I   fear   I’m    looking   at   a   DEAD  MAN !    ❞

22nd  september  -  2nd  october !      I  am  going  on  a  small  trip  with  the  fam   &    this  time  I’ve  decided  not  to  take   my   laptop   along .     replies   will   be   on   hold   as   well   as   any  commissions   I  have   taken   up  here   or   on    PLUTOCOMMISSIONS .     I   will   have   my   phone   with   me   so   you  can   always   reach   me   via   IMs   or   otherwise ,   below   are   the   places   where   you   can  find  me :  

DISC.ORD :    mary queen of thots  #3386 PINTEREST :   dollahbllls. SNAPC.HAT :  IM  me . INSTAG.RAM :  IM  me .  

She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.

Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)