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[enduranceofsurvival]

"Okay well I'll take your word for it." And she supposed she had to. No going back now Constance. And well surely he meant no harm, right? Viktor seemed more curious and inquisitive to her. Not dangerous. Just someone in a foreign place, wanting to know more. Maybe this would just be the cherry on top to conclude their tour of her beloved city.

Constance tries not to take too much of a lead. Not everyone was always so welcoming to outsiders in the city of Paris. She hoped the caretaker would have a good heart.

Upon reaching the caretaker's quarters, she knocks politely. Once the doors opened, she greets him with a smile. Even if she's very clearly married she can be polite... As long he doesn't give her a reason to change her mind.

"Hello. I apologise for disturbing you, but well your wonderful clock has really captured me and my friend here. We wondered if we could get a more in depth tour inside? He's new to the city and hasn't seen such craftsmanship before. It would really mean the world to both of us if we could." Flattery might work in their favour here so Constance can't help but try.

"You won't be in any trouble. I promise you that. Should trouble come knocking, it will be very easy for me to take the blame instead. Not that I expect us to run into that." He's trying to sound reassuring, and given his presumably poor physical condition, he's not a physical threat. He's given no reason to suspect his intentions are particularly heinous. Why not take a shot on this strange foreigner, just for the adventure? When his request is granted, he smiles broadly, showing charmingly crooked teeth in the process.

Viktor takes his time to catch up, giving her space to approach the caretaker and see if this will be easy...or more difficult, come evening. He'd prefer the former.

The caretaker is a middle-aged man with thick spectacles, an impressive beard and moustache, and a portly belly suggesting a life well lived. He greets Constance with a hello, adjusts his spectacles, and offers introduction.

"What can I do for you, my lady? Do you have questions about our grand landmark?" He's putting on the charm a bit too thickly, apparently not noticing she's married...unfortunate.

[thelioncourts]

Season 3 is going to be so Good

[remusjohnslupin]

‘For myself,’ said Faramir, ‘I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.’

— The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. (Chapter: The Window of the West), J.R.R Tolkien, 1954.

[springdoy]

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[heartliar]

"thank you, ben." ramona said with a smile as she gets into the passenger seat and settles in, buckling up. she waits for ben to get in the drivers seat before speaking again. she plays with the hem of her skirt for a moment, a little bit of nerves filling her stomach. she was having him drive her home! he was always such a gentleman. men in california are nothing like ben. the dates she had gone on were just drunk college boys who thought of only one thing.

"you know i never drove in california, i always took the bus. it was awful. gas in california is super duper expensive." she bent her knees a little to pull them onto the seat so she could face ben more fully. "i never did date again after you. maybe a beer or two. university frat guys who are always drunk and horny. it was awful. i hated it." she frowned a little, looking at his hands on the steering wheel.

"my apartment is just ahead on the left." it was a decent apartment complex, nice enough for her to live comfortably. her belongings were mostly in boxes, her new kitten, 'asteroid' , was going to be sitting in his bed comfortably waiting for his daily treats.

ben knew that the break up hurt her too, it was just hard to switch off her feelings when they were apart. he focussed on his own pain, trying to tell himself that it was for the best. if he told himself she wasn't hurting, that she didn't care, then he felt as though he would have less of an urge to text her out of the blue.

he sighed when she went up to pay for the bill, giving her a look. but she was stubborn so he knew it wasn't worth the fight. he always had to choose his battles with her. she was right, coffee wouldn't be upsetting. but it would make him feel more comfortable with her, being in her apartment, being so close to her. "of course i can drive." he said with a smile as he opened the door for her as they headed outside. his heart was pounding and he didn't know why. why did he feel so nervous around her? it was as though they hadn't known each for so many years.

"thank god, this old man can't take caffeine any more." he smiled as he led her towards his car, opening the passenger door for her. "you know my sisters were really happy to see you yesterday."

[cutiesigh]

「Demo WIP」 Can y'all watch my plant real quick? 🍈

[fedaraviciius]

ARNAS FEDARAVIČIUS for FAULT Magazine (2025) Photographer: Raynier Pelagio Badua

[fyeahtheraceofmen]

"If I should return, think better of me, father."

[floripire]

It's nice to see Bonnie this carefree for once. Actually free of cares. Floribeth watches as Bonnie throws her head back and laughs in a way that Floribeth hasn't heard in a while.

"---you got a favorite dessert?" She can't remember whether or not she's asked it before, but even if she has, it doesn't matter, because even people with the sweetest teeth (aka yours truly) need a refresher every so often.

Floribeth's absolutely got Caroline pegged, Bonnie thinks, her smile deepening. "As if she hasn't already got hundreds." It's an agreement and a tease, and the affection clear in her tone belies the fact that Bonnie's got them all plus her own on her phone. But then she's Trudy's mom and she figures she's allowed.

"Dessert!" Bonnie throws her head back and can't help the laugh that falls out of her mouth. She is undoubtedly excited now, the thought of hanging out with her friend - kid-free for a few hours, and generally the thought would make her feel guilty but not with the other woman. Not when Floribeth's reminded her that she's not just Trudy's mom, she's also Bonnie, and she doesn't need to lose herself into one role. She's almost done that before and Trudy saved her from it. Now to be the best version of herself for Trudy, she needs to take some time for herself.

[weylersource]

INCORRECT WYLER QUOTES (3/∞) (original post by @iamfandomcrazy)

[prophecyprompts]

#ASOIAF: A STORM OF SWORDS. an assortment of quotes from george r.r. martin's a song of ice & fire series, the third in the series.

i can be strong too.

there's been no one. only you.

you're mine. mine, as i'm yours. & if we die, we die. 

any man who must say "i am king" is no true king at all.

sometimes i think everyone is just pretending to be brave, & none of us really are. 

they’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. 

please, make it stop! make it stop hurting.

i only rescue maidens.

we shall talk when i return.

i must be strong. i must have fire in my eyes when i face them, not tears.

all these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords & listen to their mothers.

we look up at the same stars & see such different things.

i dreamed of you.

woman? is that meant to insult me?

it does no good to speak of roads not taken.

sacrifice is never easy, or it is no true sacrifice.

a pure world... i do not belong here.

i get as frightened as anyone.

the gods made the earth for all men to share. only when the kings come with their crowns & steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs.

he was a fool about that, & so much more.

i never asked for this crown.

go. we shall talk again after you have composed yourself.

it all goes back and back, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. we are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, & one day our own children will take up our strings & dance on in our steads.

you're not going to die. you're not.

we're all just songs in the end; if we are lucky.

[realheroess]

' Oh, by the way. You're all fuckin' welcome. '

mutuals & non-mutuals may reblog.

[tvsglow]

" i don't think i can do this without hurting the people we care about . " / @indiestarter

[floripire]

🧛‍♀️ please bite the heart for a starter (after i get back from my trip down town and maybe, hopefully, the bookstore)! kindly let me know which verse you want, otherwise you’ll get main-verse shenanigans. multi’s, please let me know which character or characters you want a starter for!🧛‍♀️

[thelioncourts]