What’s this? Darcy is also pressing kisses to Flint’s cheek. Deal with it.

Somewhere far away, the sea resounds. He feels it even here, tugging at what's left of his soul: come back to me.

Come back to me, and all the horrors I entail.

Darcy kisses his cheek, startling him from the reverie he's fallen into. He flinches, sucking air through his teeth in a kind of snarl, the black rot in his chest aching as it so often does when she comes close enough. Like it longs to sink into her. Pull her in, become one again. Fix whatever's so broken inside him that his soul can't pass on.

"What," he starts to growl, and means to follow it with the fuck are you doing, but another kiss follows, leaving red lipstick on his cheek. And another. Another. The sea a little farther away, the ache a little less intense, and he's shoving Darcy's face away from his with a snorting laugh.

"Stop."

Mesolithic, Neolithic and Bronze Age Micro Flints, Banchory Museum, Scotland

i wanna talk about how fitzjames has ZERO game (affectionate). none. he tanks every single convo he has with crozier the first half of the season. and i know crozier doesn't make himself approachable, but think about how many times fitzjames probably pissed him off in the first year of the expedition that we didn't see. fitzjames is only popular because he practices his stories and flattery in the mirror for fancy dinners, and crozier has no time for performing. ross could barely get him to stand for applause at the theater. so he doesn't give fitzjames the time of day until he cuts the shit

Barbey Dustin, Lyarra Stark

Arya Flint, Marna Locke

nothing changes brain chemistry like the songs of asoiaf

Rings of The North

A peek into nursery life for Silentfog! Her having a large litter and also taking in Flintfruit’s kits is very chaotic, but she is thrilled.

Flintfruit develops feelings for Silentfog. <3

Sagard the Barbarian - art by Richard Corben (1985)

Hello! What's your favourite PMATGA ost ? (Im ready to bet it's Betrayus' theme lmao and honestly? His theme is just awesome)

THAT'S WHAT YOU'D THINK HUH?! BETRAYUS'S THEME BEING MY FAVORITE SONG OUT OF THE ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK FOR THE VIDEO GAMES AND TELEVISION SHOW??!

PAH! FOOLISH FOOL!! MY FAVORITE SONGS FROM THE SERIES ARE LISTED HERE!!!

Two giant handaxes found in England are so unwieldy they have archaeologists puzzling about what kind of human species could have made them and just what they were used for. Were they actually an ancient status symbol?

♦ hmm... flint for miranda?

"Grief."

she isn't dead yet, this is important: this is before. this is when she is alive and he is alive and still they both live like ghosts. one bound to the sea, the other to land. they meet for only days at a time and part again, and every time, james feels their old life slipping further and further away.

thomas' death hangs over them both, always. miranda tries, sometimes, to talk about him, to share her grief and to alleviate his, and james--

he just can't.

Mesolithic, Neolithic and Bronze Age Micro Flints, Banchory Museum, Scotland

A Game of Thrones, Tyrion II

West of the road were flint hills, grey and rugged, with tall watchtowers on their stony summits.

To the east the land was lower, the ground flattening to a rolling plain that stretched away as far as the eye could see.

Stone bridges spanned swift, narrow rivers, while small farms spread in rings around holdfasts walled in wood and stone. The road was well trafficked, and at night for their comfort there were rude inns to be found.

Three days’ ride from Winterfell, however, the farmland gave way to dense wood, and the kingsroad grew lonely.

The flint hills rose higher and wilder with each passing mile, until by the fifth days they had turned into mountains, cold blue-grey giants with jagged promontories and snow on their shoulders.

When the wind blew from the north, long plumes of icy crystals flew from the high peaks like banners.

Doctor Who 7.X1 - The Snowmen

bad dreams are just bits of stories. / james, from jackie :)

     james recognizes jack’s voice with ease. it infects his ears and mind and it spreads like a poison through him until the tiny hairs on his forearms stand straight. in his half-sleep state his voice is loud and shrill enough for it to cut through his dreams to leave everything vacant and dark. prematurely it calls him back to reality. “suppose if you were planning on killing me it would’ve been better not to talk, jackie,” he sneers as he is forcing his eyes open, “or are you barbarous enough that you want me conscious throughout the ordeal?”

     there are many things james despises about being docked at foreign ports: the impetuousness of his crew, his lack of control, and the increasing chance of unwanted guests. the latter usually occurs on land, of course, considering that people (not excluding pirates) generally have enough sense not to trap themselves on a ship where they are inevitably disadvantaged and easily overpowered. either it takes something of a fool, james thinks, a great deal of desperation or something to gain. with some hesitance he categorises jack as amongst the latter. 

     “you’re here to discuss my dreams then, are you? are they a great concern of yours?”

     irritation plainly marks james’ face, with its snarly expression, as he sits up on the side of his makeshift bed and stares ahead at his company. jack appears the same as always; same black hair, same beads and trinkets. incredibly, he seems unaffected by the years it must have been. the sea is not always so kind. he takes his time inspecting him and everything from the mud on his boots to the darkness under his eyes. james wants as much information as possible without him having to ask for it. he looks for indications that jack might have had an altercation with the watch before entering james’ cabin and is in fact out to draw blood. 

    “privacy means a great deal to me, sparrow. i don’t like it when men barge in - especially not when i am finally entitled to a fucking break. so whatever this is, you better be quick about it.”

sentence starters / jack @vinduri