Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all day and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.
Might I recommend Beyoncé.
last post and then bedtime because LOL DAYLIGHT’S SAVINGS.
i think it’s amazing in the oberyn/ellaria gif how there’s a third person, but he’s being totally ignored. like, jeez—that’s poor threesome etiquette, oberyn and ellaria, you’re supposed to take care of your guest!
game of why didnt my child kill that guy
game of why did my child kill that child
game of why is my child killing all of these people
game of why is my child torturing this guy
game of why is my child refusing his duty
forbidden from one another
a war divides their people
and a mountain divides them apart
build a path to be together
yeah i forget the next couple lines but then it goes
THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS
SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL
Do you know what they did to my brother? And my mother? I lie awake all night thinking about how they died.
walk walk fashion baby
LOL WE STILL DON’T GET A SHOT OF MACE TYRELL.
I’ve loved this fic so much. Sansa/Pod is one of my favorite ships and there is so little fic for it. Having a decent length actual quality one has been amazing.
I super enjoyed this!
Thank you both so much! I’m so glad you liked it :D
Editorial Detail: Called to the Barre” by Andrew Yee | How To Spend It, December 2013.
Everything is running, running, running, mascara is running down Cersei’s face and black dye is most likely running out of her black blazer and bleeding into her white blouse and water is pooling on the ground and running through the dead cemetery leaves (dead leaves for dead people, dead dead dead) and she wants to run, too, she thinks she will, she’ll run right now, right out of this fucking place and into the nearest bar, where she’ll dry her clothes off the best she can with the bathroom hand dryer and then go drink their finest til she forgets who she is.
How can she turn her backs, though, on Mother’s old grave and Father’s freshly-dug one? These were the people who raised her, who taught her how to be Cersei Lannister, and she can’t, she can’t—
She begins to walk backwards, unsteady on her feet, feeling a laugh build up in her throat. How can she ever turn around? Mother and Father are together forever, now, just like they always wanted. It’s a beautiful sight, a fucking beautiful sight.
"Cersei," Jaime says. Cersei has almost forgotten he’s with her. His hair looks funny, plastered to his head by the pouring rain. She imagines hers must look the same, They are always the same.
"You’re gonna hurt yourself," he says. "Stop doing that." He takes her into his arms and kisses her. He’s hungry and fierce. His mouth pries hers open. He lifts one of her legs around him and groans into her mouth. She cups his jaw, trying to pull him away.
"No, stop," she says, "stop—”
"They’re not looking anymore, they’re not looking, Cers, it’s okay," he says, and he repeats it over and over again, over and over, "They’re not looking, they’re not looking anymore," until it becomes just as steady as the rain, as soothing as the rain.