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favourite character meme: [1 / 6] traits → sass

Your Honor, please remind defense counsel that sarcasm is the weapon of the weak.

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asoiaf & got characters // pt. V - Oberyn Nymeros Martell

“Afterward men whispered that Oberyn had fought with a poisoned sword, and ever thereafter friends and foes alike called him the Red Viper. […] He had traveled in the Free Cities, learning the poisoner’s trade and perhaps arts darker still, if rumors could be believed. He had studied at the Citadel. He had soldiered in the Disputed Lands across the narrow sea, riding with the Second Sons for a time before forming his own company. His tourneys, his battles, his duels, his horses, his carnality… it was said that he bedded men and women both, and had begotten bastard girls all over Dorne. The sand snakes, men called his daughters. […] "Elia Martell, Princess of Dorne,“ the Red Viper hissed. "You raped her,” he called, feinting. “You murdered her,” he said, dodging a looping cut from Gregor’s greatsword. “You killed her children,” he shouted, slamming the spearpoint into the giant’s throat, only to have it glance off the thick steel gorget with a screech.”

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wouldn’t that be nice • a barson playlist 

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It’s always changing, who we’re supposed to love, and who we’re not. The only thing that stays the same is we want who we want

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tumblr awards prizes: oberyn martell moodboard for @aamosburton ♥

Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him.

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“My lord should take up a life of mummery,” said Davos. “You and yours were most convincing. Your good-daughter seemed to want me dead most earnestly, and the little girl …” “Wylla.” Lord Wyman smiled. “Did you see how brave she was? Even when I threatened to have her tongue out, she reminded me of the debt White Harbor owes to the Starks of Winterfell, a debt that can never be repaid.”

(requested by zozap​)

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bad idea starters.

❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜

❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜

❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜

❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜

❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜

❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜

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floraet.

“  the  gods  LOVE  their  stupid  jokes,    don’t  they?  ”    cersei  said,    venom  of  the  deadliest  snake  adding  bite  to  her  words.    she  continued  to  stroll  through  the   gardens  with  prince  oberyn  by  her  side,    her  gaze  forward  and  hands  folded  together  in  front  of  her.    “  you  are  a  PRINCE  of  dorne.    a  legendary  fighter;    a  brilliant  man  feared  throughout  westeros,  ”    she  sighed  before  stating  one  fatal  fact,   “  but  you  could  not  save  your  sister.  ”

“  i  am  a  LANNISTER !  ”    cersei  stated  with  the  ferocity  of  a  lion.    “  a  queen  for  nineteen  years,    daughter  of  the  most  powerful  man  alive––––   but  i  could  not  save  my  son.  ”    her  head  inclined  slightly  towards  oberyn,    her  jaw  tight  as  she  spoke,    “  what  good  is  power,    if  you  cannot  protect  the  ones  you  love?  ”    cersei  believed  that  power  was  once  everything,    that  power  is  power  and  knowledge  is  simply  that.    she  was  beginning  to  realise  that  with  knowledge  comes  great  power,    but  with  power  and  knowledge  one  can  build  an  EMPIRE.

@lostflares :    season four .

              power.   power would not bring elia back.   power would not bring her children back,  rhaenys and aegon back.   power was not going to stop him from IMAGINING the site of their bodies,  rumors that flooded all of westeros as to what that beast of a man did to her,  to them.   not just the mountain.  but TYWIN LANNISTER.   the pain of losing a child was not one he knew,  did not necessarily wish it upon her.  even if the rumors of how cruel her son was traveled far and wide,  not beginning nor ending with the execution of ned stark.  her daughter is king.  no rumors need to tell him that.  not when he knows first hand.

                             “   we can avenge them.   ”  

         words spoken after a moment,  glancing at her out of the corner of his eye,  hands clasped before him.   he would not speak of it,  speak of his true desire for being in the capitol.  he wanted revenge,  justice.   to know that elia and her children got justice for their deaths.   MURDERS.   a patient man,  he focused on cersei,  the situation brewing in the capitol,  murder of his son at his own wedding to the only daughter of mace tyrell.  brief wonder found him,  if she despised the fat flower as much as he.  nothing of true importance.  

                    “   you believe tyrion murdered your son.  you have a desire to avenge him,  put him on trial for his crimes.  no matter the blood that runs through both of your veins hails from the same origin.   ”

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inferium.

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There was a small, muffled explosion followed by a Puff of smoke and a foul smell coming from a cauldron in the back. Jessica had stayed after to catch up as quiddich practice had ran over for the third time this week and she knew Professor Martell was glowering at her, but she was trying.

“It’s okay! I promise. I got this.” She wasn’t a bad student, she just had a hard time focusing ( see. Caring ) about school when she didn’t see a future for herself outside of it.

             jessica was never his most prized student.  rather,  she often needed the aid,  of which he was willing to give,  as he stood there,  eyes carefully set upon her.  amusement flooded him at the puff of smoke,  order hitting his nose.  features remained muted,  however.  eyebrows raised briefly,  casting his gaze downward,  not entirely certain he believed as much. 

           “   did you study?   ”    the answer was already known,  lightly tapping against the wood of the table.    he rose,  moving over to her,  glancing down to the contents within her cauldron.   “   read the recipe again.   ”

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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turnedashes.

            head is thrown back as a laugh escaped the twin’s lips, though the words that spencer spoke weren’t exactly meant to be amusing. nevertheless, alex couldn’t keep herself from finding humor which sounded in the words she uttered next. “oh sistah, you really do crack me up. i should’ve met ya sooner jus’ so i could have some amusement in my life.”

                                                                   @lostflares {spencer}

                there’s a softness in her expression,  doing her best to figure alex out.  her sister.  mind still barely wraps around that,  around everything,  swallowing.  she once thought melissa was as bad as it got.  melissa was an angel.  okay,  maybe that was a stretch.  “you could have met me sooner.”  words bit out,  unable to help herself,  a little too bitter for the look across her features.  “you and wren chose not to.”

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basics~

name: wylla manderly nickname: n/a age: 18 family: wylis manderly and leona woolfield, parents              wynafred manderly, elder sister. house: gryffindor blood status: pureblood wand: 13” ebony with a dragon heartstring core, reasonably springy patronus: dolphin boggart: tbd

traits~

+ loyal, independent, witty - stubborn, grudge holding, outspoken

biography~

wylla is the youngest of the manderly daughters, a family that comes from substantial wealth, along with close person ties to old families such as the starks, regardless of being relatively new to the region, her ancestors migrating north to scotland after things grew complicated in the south.

given that she is her father’s youngest daughter she has a certain amount of leniency, getting away with far more than her elder sister. not that it’s trouble. usually, she is simply too outspoken for her own good and questions authority when she sees it being out of line. she’s incredibly independent and dislikes relying on others. however, when she becomes friends with someone it is something she will never waver on, same goes for enemies.

she takes her studies seriously and is loyal to her house first and foremost, something that causes a bit of irony as she dyes her blonde hair green out nothing more than simple desire.

facts~

dyes her hair green. is a bit of a free spirit.  vegetarian, leaning towards a vegan lifestyle. 

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unrequited love/infidelity starter sentences

“I’ve been fucking the neighbour, okay?!” “We haven’t been intimate in weeks. That must say something about how I make you feel.” “I was only ever here because I pitied you… and then it escalated and I didn’t know how to get out.” “To me you’re nothing more than a mercy fuck.” “I can’t believe you were lying to me all this time.” “There is nothing I want more than to be with you, but I can’t.” “You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me.” “You can’t just lead me on for weeks and expect me to be okay with that all being made up!” “No, I’m not okay! You hurt me and now you expect me to feel sorry for you? You can’t blame your mistakes on your ‘problems’ all the time, okay?! I thought you loved me!” “I can’t believe you actually thought I was in love with you.” “I knew you were cheating on me. Well, guess what: last night I cheated on you too. I wanted you to know what it felt like.” “I had no idea you felt like that about me. I thought you were just interested in me as a friend. I’m sorry.” “I wasn’t leading you on! We were just having fun, right? It’s not my fault you got your hopes up.” “Woah, it was a one night stand, nothing more, okay?” “You mean this as a sex only thing, right? I don’t do relationships.” “No, you can’t come over. I’m married and have kids. Wrap your head around that.” “If you thought I could ever be into you like that, you thought wrong.” “You’re not my type.” “So, who is it that you’re fucking? Is he/she hotter than me? Younger? What is it?” “Oh my god, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?” “I’ve met someone.” “You’re getting too clingy. I don’t like them when they get clingy.” “You just don’t make me happy anymore. It’s as simple as that.” “Do you even still love me? Or have you just grown bored with me? What is it? I can’t go on not knowing anymore.” “So now you want me to believe that you didn’t want to fuck him/her?! Like that sort of thing happens as a mistake– Or, you mean…?” “We fell in love too quickly for me to realise what I was getting myself into. This wasn’t a good idea.” “Please just kiss me one last time?”

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being a multimuse means i gotta get over my crap and actually talk to people. my magical penis power (that’s what i call the fact that male blogs are instapopular with no effort) has left. sad day.

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Their breath mingled, a white mist in the air.

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listen i know that character died but listen…….that character isnt dead