#Robert Ivers

[countesspetofi]

Today in the Department of Before They Were Star Trek Stars, Grace Lee Whitney appears in "The Good and the Bad," episode 24 of the third season of Bat Masterson (original air date March 23, 1961).

Whitney plays a fellow stagecoach passenger of Masterson's. When the party is robbed at a rest stop, Masterson tries to convince the highwaymen not to take her late husband's war medal.

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Inside Man 2006

[microduno]

Twilight gave us two good things and that was Emo Robert Pattinson and the absolute heart-wreck of a song that is Rosyln by Bon Iver.

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/755114703253028864?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/755146456507269121/recent-face-claims-giving-ned-x-targaryen-princess?source=share

Princess Daella II Targaryen, who takes after her namesake and is sweet, kind, and gentle, with a tender heart, but she's also delicate and shy, and is easily frightened and quick to cry. Daella II and Ned met at the harrenhal tourney, Ned instantly fell in love with her beauty and they danced together the opening feast of the Harrenhal tourney and iver the course of the seven days they continued to talke, making Ned even more smitten and in love but then everything happened, (but in this Ned isn't married off to Catelyn, no she marries some other lord) once the war was over, Daella survived and was the "last" remaining survivor of the Targaryen family. Robert was planning on killing her till Jon Arryn said why not marry her off to Ned since Ned loves her, it would be humiliating since a targaryen princess would be marring a man who has a bastard and is raising it no less and it would help Robert bring the last of the last remaining Targaryen supporters down to their knees if he kept Daella II alive. So Robert did that and sent her to winterfell to marry Ned who had baby Jon Snow. The first thing Ned did when Daella II got to winterfell was have her meet newborn Jon, who Daella II happily accepted the newborn as her own. Ned's wall crumbled at seeing how accepting to Jon she was, when she thought he was Ned's bastard so he told her about his true parentag, which shocked Daella II, but still she promised to keep it a secret. A couple hours after she met Jon and arrived at winterfell they married in the winterfell godswood in a Valyrian ceremony (per Robert's request to Ned so Daella II wouldn't think about trying to annul their marriage).

Especially with all the trauma ; she's always slightly on edge even with Ned's presence which became more comforting that she thought it would be especially with how close he is to Robert.

Jon cuddling up to her as if he knows she is family too , all the while she tries to become used to the cold.

[tightjeansjavi]

Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ : Part 10

“Safe & Sound”

Joel Miller x f!o/c

A/N: whew! What a journey this has been thus far. If a man ever treated me as well as Joel treats Gwen? Lord have mercy, I would fold so fucking fast. You’ll be in tears by the end. He’s so sweet to her, and your teeth will start aching. P.S. if you ever wanna write the softest, yet most toe curling smut in your life, just listen to ‘Roslyn’ by Bon Iver on mf repeat.

Summary: 2 weeks has passed since the night you were stabbed by one of Robert’s henchmen. Joel has refused to leave your side as you rest. He’s hopelessly devoted to you. He would do anything, kill anyone, just to see your eyes again.

~word count : 6.5k~

Warnings: implied age gap, established relationship, angst, trauma, brief mentions of PTSD. descriptions of a stab wound healing, hurt, comfort, overwhelming emotions, swearing, underlying possession, mentions of death, fluff, soft!Joel, protective!joel, feelings of guilt, consent, consent, consent, smut, mentions of fingering, teasing, edging, nipple play, praise kink, nicknames, unprotected p in v (wrap it kids) cock warming, after care, joel taking care of you the entire chapter pretty much about sums it all up. (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“Safe & Sound” by Taylor Swift/The Civil Wars

“Roslyn” by Bon Iver/Saint Vincent

“On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter

“Here With Me” by d4vd

“I Can’t Go on Without You” by KALEO

“Shelter” by Dorothy

“To Be Alone” by Hozier

“Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” by Engelbert Humperdinck

“Work Song” by Hozier

“Long Long Time” by Linda Ronstadt

“Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran

April 2021 : Boston QZ

**Gwendolyn Gwen Brooks POV**

**flashback 1 week prior**

The last thing you could remember through your state of deliria was Joel’s voice, pleading with you to open your eyes. “Baby, baby. Hey, baby. Open your eyes dammit, please. Your eyes are so beautiful, Gwen. Please let me see them again.” He stroked your cheekbones gently, tears running down his face. “We’re gonna fix you right up. Gonna stop the bleeding and stitch you up, okay?” He had kissed you then, for the first time. He kissed you with tears wetting his cheeks, leaving salty streaks in their wake. He could taste the blood on your lips from the gash on your head, but he kissed you as if he could breathe life back into you from his lips alone.

His voice sounded fuzzy from the ringing in your ears. Everything around you sounded so far away as you were fighting to stay alive. You weren’t ready to go just yet. The world may have gone to shit, but you still wanted to fucking live. You swore in your last conscious moments, Joel Miller had kissed you.

He kissed you.

He kissed you.

He kissed YOU.

You could taste the salty sweat mixed with his tears on his lips. The desperation seeping from his soul as he kissed you. Then, it all went black.

***end of flashback***

There were three times in your 28 years of life where you feared dying. The first was when your parents had gotten infected. 8 years ago, you lived with your immediate and extended family on your uncle’s horse ranch in Northern Michigan. Each year, more of your family was picked off, till it was down to the bare bones. Your parents hadn’t meant to get infected. No one really ever does. They just were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. What hurt the most as you remembered, was the fact that they hid that they had gotten bit. They were too ashamed, too afraid to tell their only daughter that their end was near. You could still remember the sound of their snarls, the dead look in their eyes. The sudden flip of the switch and your mom and dad were attacking you. You pleaded with them to stop. You didn’t want to kill them, but what choice did you have? It was either you, or them. You were the last surviving member of the Brooks family, and you were on the run.

The second time you feared death was getting caught up with some raiders. The group you had formed for the past few years had gotten split up and you were once again, alone and vulnerable. You knew you couldn’t take on a group of men on your own, so you did what you did best, you ran like hell. Right into Joel and Tess. You remembered the fear in your eyes, the adrenaline pumping in your veins as you threw the knife at his face. You had no time to figure out in those moments if these strangers were friends or fo. You were gonna continue to do whatever it took to survive.

The third time you feared death was when James stabbed you back at the abandoned QZ bookstore. The feeling of the blade piercing your gut, the air being knocked out of your lungs. Your anguished cries as you fell back, clutching your wound. Seeing stars behind your eyes from the pain. You could hear Joel’s screams, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he lifted you into his arms. His voice pleading with you. This by far, was the moment you feared death the most. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t hide and you were all out of ideas. Joel. Your fellow, your guy, didn’t deserve to deal with you dying in his arms. Despite the odds being stacked against you, you were gonna fight like hell.

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You slept for a week straight. From the blood loss alone, your body was too weak and it needed its rest if you were going to fully recover. Joel was absolutely reluctant to leave your side. In fact, nothing was going to make him budge. Nearly losing you, had psychologically fucked with him. He had gone as far to sleep on the floor, next to the couch where you were resting. He held your hand in his and refused to let go, even when his arm ached and he lost feeling in it. By day 3, Tess had to physically force him to go and shower and change his clothes. He fought her on it in the beginning, but from his own lack of sleep and pure exhaustion, he gave in eventually. His much needed shower lasted all of five minutes. He didn’t care that the water was cold, or that he had gotten a bit of expired soap in his eyes. No, all that mattered was getting back to you on the couch.

Tess had sat beside you then while Joel was showering. She had checked how your wound was healing. Gently lifting your shirt up, she assessed the damage. She was looking for any signs that your wound could be infected and just as she was reaching for the bottle of Penicillin, Joel was coming down the hall, his hair dripping wet and he had a fresh shirt on, his eyes locked on the couch. His footsteps were heavy and fast as he approached and sank down on the end of the coffee table. He reached for your hand then, grabbing it gently in his larger one as he interlocked his fingers with yours. He’d be losing his mind right now if he couldn’t feel the warmth of your palm around his.

“How’s she doin?” He rasped, voice thick with exhaustion and lack of sleep.

“She’s hanging in there. Not out of the woods yet, and I'm still concerned that she’s gonna get an infection, Joel.”

He nodded then, giving your hand a squeeze as he brought it up to his lips, lightly brushing a soft kiss to your knuckles. His eyes focused on your peaceful face. With his free hand, he leaned over the couch, bringing two fingers against the spot where your jaw meets your neck so he could feel your pulse. It was there, but still faint. He retracted his hand then before his eyes zoned in on your wound. He had made sure to change the bandages over the stitches every few hours. He was extremely careful and gentle as he cleaned around the wound. What upset him this morning was seeing the evident blooming bruises scattered about your body. Bruises from James sending the heel of his boot into your gut. He took a deep breath then, exhaling out of his nose as he cleared those thoughts from his mind. He gently pulled your shirt back down over the exposed skin, bringing his free hand up to rub it against his face. It was killing him inside that you weren’t awake yet. He truly had no idea how long till your body would regain its strength again. He’d do anything, kill anyone, just to see your eyes, hear your voice, your laugh–

“Joel?” Tess spoke when he didn’t respond to her immediately. She could tell he was in some deep thoughts.

He blinked a few times, lifting his head up to look at her then.

“I heard you. Just, processing is all. Go ahead and give her some more of that. She’s breathin alright. That’s a good sign, right?”

Tess didn’t want to give him any false hope. If they had the proper tools, if hospitals still existed. Then sure, she’d be comfortable telling him that your chance of survival was pretty damn high. However, with these circumstances, she couldn’t sit there and lie to him and say that you would probably be okay. Especially when she wasn’t so sure of your survival either.

She looked over at him then, taking in the permanent frown etched between his brows. How dull his eyes looked. His lips were severely cracked, bleeding in some areas of the delicate skin. She expected he probably had picked at them till they bled as a distraction. To put it simply, the man looked miserable.

“Yeah, it's a good sign that she’s breathing Joel. We can’t get our hopes up right away, we don’t know if she’s going to–”

He cut her off then, his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were not going to die.

“No, Tess. Don’t say another word. Her body is just restin. She’s gonna be fine. Don’t you dare go speakin like that.”

She reached over to him then, gently squeezing his knee before she grabbed the bottle of penicillin beside him and extracted the liquid through the needle. She injected it in the same section of your arm that he had. Once the medicine was administered, she set the vial and needle back down beside him.

“You should really think about maybe getting out of the apartment for a few hours Joel. I can stay here with her and watch over her. You haven’t seen the sun in days, and it really might do you some good.”

He shook his head immediately. There was no way in fucking hell that he was going to leave your side for more than 5 minutes. He gave into finally taking a shower, but leaving the apartment, leaving you like this was not an option in his mind.

“No. I ain’t leavin her side Tess. Don’t ask me again, please.”

She let out a sigh then. Knowing that he wasn’t going to budge anytime soon.

“Alright, fine. It was just a suggestion. Just thought y’know it maybe would do you some good.” She got up from the couch then, grabbing her worn backpack off the chair in the kitchen.

“The only thing that’s gonna be doin me any good is staying here, by her side Tess. If I leave, even just for a bit, I can’t protect her. She’s fuckin vulnerable right now.”

Tess had looked over at him then as she slung her backpack over her shoulder, tucking her gun away. It broke her heart to see him this distraught. She may have let him go, but she still deeply cared for him and nothing was going to change that.

“Alright, I get it. I won’t mention it again, okay? I’ll be back later. Try to sleep, if you can.”

She gave him one last once over, with a slight nod, before she left the apartment. Quietly shutting the door behind her and locking it.

Joel knew that Tess was only thinking of the best for him. He just truly could not fathom leaving your side. He slowly stood from the coffee table, only to sink down onto the floor, on his knees, still grasping your hand. He used his free hand to lightly brush a few strands of hair from your delicate face. “Hey, don’t listen to her shit okay? I ain’t goin anywhere and you’re not dyin. Not on my fuckin watch.”

His forehead slowly came to rest upon your exposed arm as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Look, honey. I would literally do anything, kill anyone just to fuckin see your eyes again Gwen. You take your time though, okay? Just, please get better. I’ll be here waiting for you, just like I promised. Remember that?” He waited for some miracle to happen. That suddenly your wound would be healed, and you’d open your eyes. He was grimly reminded that this wasn’t a fairytale. He wasn’t the prince charming who could wake you from his kiss alone. You weren’t the princess either. You both were just two people who endured the harsh reality of survival.

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For the next few days, Joel continued to be by your side. You started to show some improvement. It was nearly unnoticeable, but it was enough for his spirits to lift. He found himself talking to you more. It gave him some form of comfort, minimal at most, but it was something. He’d talk to you about Texas, his brother Tommy, Sarah, and how she probably would have fuckin adored you. He tells you about the painted portrait of you that Frank made, and how he’s going to give it to you as soon as you wake up. He tells you how he keeps the painting in his shirt pocket at all times, right against his heart. He even reads to you. He hopes that somehow, all of these one-sided conversations he has, will somehow coax you awake. Each kiss to your head, each gentle squeeze to your hand, has him hoping that you can feel it. That you can feel and hear him all around you, and that you're wishing you could open your eyes and see him too. Just as badly as he’s dying to see you.

By day 7, you were beginning to show increasing signs of improvement. Your breathing wasn’t as shallow, the color was slowly returning to your face and thanks to the penicillin, you surpassed getting an infection. Your body was still very much in pain, and you had a long way to go before you could be on your feet again. It was early evening when your fingers twitched the slightest in Joel’s hand. He hadn’t felt it at first, until your fingers had flexed again and he sat up immediately. Glancing down at your fingers interlocked with his. You moved them again, and his heart skipped a fucking beat. “Baby? Hey, honey. Can ya hear me?” His tone was incredibly gentle as he looked down at your face, waiting for the moment that you would open your eyes, anticipating it. Joel’s voice sounded closer, less fuzzy and more clear. You were slowly gaining your consciousness back and Joel was right there, just like he promised. When your eyes finally fluttered open, you had no recollection of where you were, and why there was a sudden dull pain coursing through your lower abdomen. Then, it all came rushing back. James, the knife, Joel. You panicked. Your body was trembling, eyes wide and frantic as you quickly sat up, wincing from the pain. You couldn’t form words, you were a shell of yourself and James had fucked you up, that was evident. You could feel Joel’s calloused, warm palms cupping your face. His touch was so gentle, you almost didn't feel it. His warm brown eyes were looking into your frantic ones. “Hey, hey. Look, Gwen. It’s me. It’s me. You’re okay, you’re safe. Y o u a r e s a f e.” He spoke to you reassuringly, his eyes stricken with concern as he looked at you.

You were in disbelief that he was really there. Your lips had parted open then, processing your conscious state. What you did next, threw Joel for a loop. You had gently grabbed his face then, and kissed him. There were fresh tears rolling down your cheeks as you went through an overwhelming amount of emotions. You felt like you were being hit by a fucking freight train. Over, and over again. A choked sob slipped past your throat then as he kissed you back. As soon as you broke down, Joel was cradling you against his chest as you clutched his shirt between your fists, gasping for air. The choked, anguished sounds emitting from your chest, shattered Joel to his core. “Hey, Gwen. Shh..shh..honey, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you now. I’ve got you.” He had whispered softly against your hair. His one hand was gently holding the back of your head, while the other was resting against your lower back.

You struggled to take deep breaths then as he held you. It felt like your tears were neverending, heavy like a rainstorm as they trickled down your chin. You spoke finally, your voice was raw and cracked. “J-Joel i’m sorry I–shouldn’t have i’m sorry–” He cut you off in a hushed tone then, you had nothing to be sorry for, certainly not for kissing him. That was the last thing he wanted you to be upset at yourself for. “Gwen, honey. You don’t gotta apologize for that. Okay?”

You slowly lifted your chin from his shirt then, eyes glassy and your cheeks flushed and wet with salty tears. Your lower lip was quivering as you slowly nodded. “Okay.” You whispered softly.

“What can I do to..comfort you? I’ll do anythin, okay? Just name it. I hate seein you like this baby. Fuckin tearing me up inside.” He watched as you rested your cheek against his chest once more, your fingers had loosened their tight grip around his shirt now, but you weren’t going to let go anytime soon.

“Just–please hold me. Please, just hold me.”

He nodded then. Bringing his hand that rested against your lower back, higher up, pulling you into him as physically close as possible. Even then, that wasn’t enough.

“I can do that honey. I won’t let go, I promise.” Even when his arms began to ache, he refused to let go of you.

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Sometime after, you had fallen asleep in Joel’s arms. You were exhausted and it was clear that your body needed more rest. He didn’t have the heart to wake you from your peaceful slumber so he instead carefully lifted you from the couch. His knees cracked slightly, and his back ached but he didn’t care about any of that. He quietly carried you to your room, setting you down upon the crumpled sheets. As soon as you could no longer feel his touch, you subconsciously reached for him. Your fingers were outstretched in his direction, searching for him. “Joel.” You whispered into the darkness.

“I’m right here, honey.” He answered right back. You could feel the bed dip down slightly from his body easing onto the mattress. You felt his strong arms slide around your smaller frame, pulling you into his chest gently. “M’right here.” He rasped out. He had pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead then. “Rest now, sugar. You’re safe.” His voice was like whiskey, smooth, warm, and comforting. That’s all it took to lull you back to sleep. Joel fought his own exhaustion then, forcing his eyes to stay open for as long as he could. He intended from this moment forward, to always keep you safe. When he could no longer fight to stay awake, his eyes fluttered shut. His dreams flourished with images of you.

You found it incredibly easy to slip into a routine with Joel. Not that you had much of a choice in the matter. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Not wanting you to exert too much energy. This man had gone from a big fat grump, to being overly protective of you. Not that you were really complaining. The thing was, you didn’t view Joel as your boyfriend now. The title seemed too cliche. You weren’t into the cliches, and neither was he. Your relationship was complicated, raw, and very much real. He spent every waking minute with you now. This level of domesticity was something that you had always craved, but never thought you’d ever get the pleasures of enjoying. Joel had no issues giving this pleasure to you. He found it to be just as comfortable as you did. He’d truly be okay with taking whatever it was that you’d offer him. Just having a small piece of you meant the world to him. You evaded talking about what had happened, nearly a month ago now. He didn’t push you to talk about it. If and when you were ready, he’d be there to listen. You had taken notice of Tess's continuous absence from the apartment. You hadn't seen her since that night. Joel assured you that Tess was fine, she was off doing her thing, whatever that had meant.

You could tell that the seasons were changing just by the warmth of the sun seeping in through the windows. It was comforting. Spring was in full bloom and you just wished for a moment, that you and Joel weren’t in this apartment. That instead, you were somewhere far away, tucked in a cozy cottage in the woods. It was a nice dream to have, as long as you realized it would never come true. Joel was comfortably sprawled out on the couch with your back resting against his chest. You still were getting used to the fact that Joel fucking Miller, enjoyed a good book now. You’d cause this man to turn absolutely soft. These moments were for your eyes, and your eyes only. Something had washed over you in those next few moments as you listened to Joel’s steady heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest, his light chuckle at something he had read, the sound of the worn paper being flipped to the next page. Joel Miller was entirely yours.

You had carefully sat up then, turning so you were facing him now. His eyes flickered up to yours momentarily with a raise of his brow. You had delicately wrapped your fingers over the top of the book’s worn spine and coaxed it out of his grasp, tossing it onto the coffee table with a soft thud.

He made a slight sound of protest then. “Sugar, why’d you go and do that huh? I was still readin–” He was cut off by your finger tip lightly pressing to his lips then, silencing him. Joel was stunned, to say the least. You had slowly sank down into his lap then, straddling his hips, stealing the oxygen from his lungs.

“Is this okay?” You asked him then and his heart nearly burst right then and there.

“Huh? Yeah, honey course this is fine. What’re you up to?” His tone was light, and held a sense of amusement. He watched your face carefully then as he slowly dragged his hands up your thighs and settled them around your waist, playing with the ends of your frayed shirt. One that you had stolen from him.

“Can I kiss you, please?”

He let out a deep, throaty chuckle then. You were killin him slowly without even realizing it.

“Yeah, ‘darlin, Course you can. You don’t need to ask me twice.” He teased.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Why were you so nervous? This was Joel, your Joel. Your fellow, your guy.

The feeling of his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the soft skin on your hip bones was enough to coax you from your thoughts and back to reality. You leaned down then, cupping his strong jaw in your hand, your eyes locked on his, you were both anticipating the moment. Time seemed to stop when you had finally kissed him. His eyes fluttered shut, his fingers grasping firmly to your skin. Your lips were so sweet and he could easily find himself getting drunk off kissing you. you were his favorite drug by far. Your breaths were in sync as you kissed him languidly. You wanted to savor this fucking moment. Your chest was flush against his now. His kisses became desperate, needy. His teeth clashed against yours as he allowed himself the freedom of being completely consumed in you. He nipped your lower lip lightly then, letting his hands slip under your thin shirt, feeling the expanse of your warm skin beneath his touch.

“Tell me if it becomes too much. Don’t wanna overwhelm you.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Please, keep going.” Was your immediate response. There was zero hesitation behind your words. You wanted him as terribly as he wanted you. Your fingers were already toying with the buttons on his flannel as you detached your lips from his and started to pepper kisses along his jaw. He let out a hum of appreciation.

“Sit up honey.” His tone was huskier now, dripping with the desire for you.

You slowly sat up then, your cheeks were flushed and your lips were swollen from his kisses. You watched as Joel slowly began to lift your shirt from the hem. His eyes never left yours as more of your skin was revealed. He sat up slightly then gently gliding the fabric up your torso, over your breasts and finally, your head. The fabric was discarded to the side then. His fingers reached out and lightly brushed against your imperfect skin. Littered with scars, indents, you were like his own personal constellation. His thumb had brushed against the stitching on your abdomen then. You sucked in a harsh breath from the contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Gwen.” He breathed out.

Now you were the one left in shock. The butterflies swirled deep in the pit of your stomach and your head was spinning.

“Cat got your tongue, ‘darlin?”

He had a small smirk on his face now and you could see his dimple peeking out. God, this mother fucker was so handsome, you could melt into a puddle right now. “Shut up. You just always know what to say and frankly? It’s annoying as hell.”

He chuckled then, wrapping his arms around you, tilting his head down to be level with yours before he captured your lips in another searing kiss.

“Mmm. I tend to have that effect on ya sugar. What can I say?”

His lips had sinfully dipped from yours and made their descent down your jaw, nipping at the spot where your jaw met your neck. You immediately leaned into him then, stifling a quiet moan. He had found your sweet spot with ease. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Miller. I swear to god.���

“Ditto, Sugar.” You could feel his slick smirk against your searing skin. Your mouth fell open when he had sucked harshly at your thin skin, leaving marks in their wake. When his lips dipped lower, and lower, the need for more was becoming nearly unbearable. He had licked a hot stripe between the valley of your breasts. Your fingers had found their way into his hair, gripping his soft curls as you let your nails lightly scratch his scalp.

When his mouth finally enclosed around your nipple, you nearly fell apart. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, biting down slightly causing you to jolt from the sensation.

“Fuck.” You gasped.

He hummed in response, bringing his other hand around the swell of your untouched breast. Toying with your nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his mouth continued to expertly worked the other. It was a delicious combination, the way his mouth and fingers played you like a violin. You found yourself grasping his hair tighter, yanking him up suddenly before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips drinking in his low chuckle that rumbled from deep within his chest.

“I wasn’t done with ya yet. You’re a needy little thing, huh?”

“Shut up, Joel.” You mumbled against his lips and in one swift movement, he had turned the tables, flipping you gently so you were underneath him now. Your back hit the couch with a soft thud before his lips were on yours once more. Your fingers frantically began to undo the buttons of his flannel. He broke the kiss only to help you out with the last few before you were pushing the fabric down his broad shoulders and biceps. It was soon discarded with your shirt on the floor. Your lips met once more, desperation seeping through both of you.

“I’m gonna take care of ya, okay honey? Will you let me do that, please?”

You were nearly clawing at his skin now, your nails lightly scraping his biceps.

“Please, Joel. Don’t make me beg you.”

He nipped at your lip once more, tugging it out with his teeth before he released it.

“Ain’t gonna go and put you through that kinda torture, sugar. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. I got you.” His forehead was lightly resting against yours now, his lips barely touching yours. He was the devil, you were certain of it. He watched your eyes intently then as he slowly dragged his hand down your torso, brushing against your navel. Your skin felt electrified from his touch then as his hand dipped lower, and lower.

“G’nna take these off now, okay honey?”

All you could do was nod, your breath was caught in your throat and he had barely touched you yet. You felt his hand grasp the waistband of your sweats then, slowly pulling them down over your hip and thighs and past your ankles. He was taking his sweet time with you, and it was driving you crazy. His hand came between your inner thighs then, coaxing them open, not that he even had to try. His fingers had slowly dipped down under your panties, toying with your slick folds as he spread them open.

“Wet for me already, hm? You're absolutely drippin for me baby.” His words were straight filth to your ears as you felt your back arch up towards him, lips parted open, a low moan slipping past them.

He toyed with your clit then, moving his fingers in expert slow circles, applying just enough pressure for you to mewl. His fingers were slick with your arousal then as he brought his middle finger down lower, circling your entrance as he slipped it into your warmth, slowly. His finger was knuckle deep as he curled it against the spongy spot of your walls. As your moans slipped out of your parted lips freely, he drank them in, kissing you once more as he slipped his forefinger in and slowly began to pump them in and out of you. Listening to the squelching sounds of your pussy clamping down around his thick digits.

You were a mess already as you kissed him, your lips struggling to keep up with his as he continued to ruin you with his fingers. His free hand had reached up to cup your face then, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as he watched you slip into pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it Sugar? You’re takin my fingers so well baby. You can hold on a little longer, can’t you honey?” He had used his thumb to circle your clit once more as he increased the pace of his fingers, curling them inside you once more.

You let out a strangled moan, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I-I can hold on a little longer baby, fuck.”

His lips curved up then from your response. He took note of how you called him baby and god, did he love it.

“That’s it. Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me honey.” He praised you then. One last curl of his fingers deep inside you, nearly had you on the edge. Before you could be seeing stars, he had slipped his fingers out. They were coated in your arousal and you watched with hooded eyes, in a daze as he slipped them past his lips, licking his fingers clean right before your very eyes. This man was the definition of Filth.

“You taste so fuckin sweet honey. G’nna have to get a proper taste of you later, okay? It’ll be my treat. You’ll love it, I promise.”

He was kissing you again, letting you have a taste of yourself against his lips. You wanted him even more now, if that was even possible. Skin on skin with him buried to the hilt inside of you. Your two bodies connected, that’s what you really wanted.

You were grasping for his belt then, undoing his buckle in a haste. He had grabbed your wrist gently then, ceasing your movements. “Joel, please. I need you, I need all of you.”

“You sure, sugar?” He wanted all of you too, more than ever now but this wouldn’t just be fucking, not like the first time. He knew this would mean a hell of a lot more to both of you.

You sat up then, grabbing his face in your hands gently, stroking your thumbs along the coarse stubble of his beard. Your chest was rising and falling at a quick rate as you were coming down from your near orgasm moments ago.

“Joel, baby. I’m more than sure. I’ve never been more fuckin sure of anything in my entire life.” Your confession knocked into him, your words stealing the air from his lungs.

“I’m yours.” He whispered, bringing his hands to rest along your cheeks then, using his thumb to brush a strand of loose hair behind your ear, his forehead resting against yours. You both were silent as the moment washed over. The realization, the excitement that bubbled between you. The chemistry was palpable, and electric. Suddenly, he was kissing you again, slow, deep, intimately. There was nothing but passion emitting from his lips. While his fingers gently pushed your panties down past your ankles, you worked his jeans down, giggling lightly in between kisses as he struggled to kick them off.

“Damn fuckin things. Always gettin in the fuckin way.” His Texas accent was thick now and when he finally kicked them damned things off, he wasted no time to rid himself of his boxers now as he settled between your thighs, his tip lightly pressing against your slick folds. He grabbed the back of your thighs then, gently yanking you down so you were beneath him. The movement caused the length of his cock to slide up between your slick folds.

You both let out a low hiss from the friction.

His lips hovered above yours as he grabbed the base of his cock, inhaling as he slowly sunk his tip past your folds, sinking into your deep warmth, his eyes flickering to where your bodies connected, watching as he disappeared inside of you completely. Your sweet moans intertwined with his low groans. He dipped his head down, capturing your lips between his as you brought your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him in as close as physically possible as he thrust his hips slowly, at first. Your nails scraped at his skin then as he quickened his pace, giving one sharp thrust that knocked you back slightly. He detached his lips from yours so he could watch your face, see your mouth fall open, watch your breasts bounce with each sharp thrust.

“Fuck, honey. You feel so fuckin good. God, I'm gonna get drunk off you and this pretty little pussy. You’re killin me, Gwen.”

He grasped your thighs then, bringing them around his hips so he could fuck you at a deeper angle. You immediately caught on, digging the heels of your feet into his ass, bringing him in closer as he continued to fuck you. In his haste, he brought his thumb down between where your bodies were connected. He vigorously started to rub circles against your already sensitive clit, he wanted you to cum before he would even get the chance.

“Joel, i’m close baby, i’m so fuckin close.” You could taste the impending orgasm on your tongue as you moaned out his name.

“I know you are ‘darlin. Doin so good baby. You’re takin me so fuckin well. G’nna get you there alright?” He gruffly spoke, snapping his hips once more before his thrusts started to become uncoordinated and sloppy. He continued rubbing your clit, you were nearly seeing stars as a strangled sob of pleasure wrecked through your body.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me honey. C’mon, let go. I’ve got ya, you’re safe.”

One final thrust, and flick of your sensitive bundle of nerves had you falling apart around him. Your thighs were shaking as he held himself at the hilt inside of you. He came undone as quickly as you had. You were chanting his name like a fucking oath and he cut you off with his lips, kissing you sloppily as he groaned out your name, mumbling into your lips about how good you were for him, how fuckin beautiful you were. He rested his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, his eyes were closed as he panted heavily. You brought your hand up into his sweat soaked hair, running your fingers through it as you cradled his head gently. He stayed buried inside of you, even after he had gone soft. Neither of you wanted to be separated from each other just yet.

Once both of your breathing was no longer jagged, and your heart rates turned to normal, Joel had turned his head to look at you, a lazy smile gracing his features. He looked drunk off sex, so did you.

“How was that darlin? Did I do alright?”

You couldn’t help but giggle then. It was such a sweet sound to his ears and he liked that you were holding him so close. Your comfort was appreciated 1000 times over.

“You silly fuckin man, you did more than alright. You were amazin.” You had a soft smile on your lips as well and he couldn’t help but lean in, kissing you sweetly before he pulled away and pecked your nose, causing you to giggle again.

“Mmm, good. Just needa ya to inflate my ego a bit, honey.”

You gave his shoulder a light slap and he chuckled from it.

“You, Joel Miller, can be an insufferable bastard when you wanna be.” Your tone was light and playful as you continued to lightly play with his hair.

“You’re right on the head with that one ‘darlin. You enjoy it though. I’ll keep doin it if it means I get to hear your laugh. You’re adorable.”

“Shut up, I'm still recovering and you’re gonna make me blush!”

“Good.” He spoke lowly with a smirk on his face before he had slowly slipped out of you. He gave you one last kiss before he reached for his boxers and slipped them on, handing you your panties.

“Hang tight, okay honey? Gonna get you a towel, glass of water and a fresh shirt, okay?”

You watched as he stood then, checking out the way his back muscles flexed. God, you were so fucking lucky.

“Goin all gentlemanly on me now, Miller?”

He looked back at you then, grin on his face as he nodded.

“Had to bring that southern charm out on ya eventually honey. You deserve it. Now, you just sit there and look pretty for me.” He winked then and you reached down grabbing his shirt from the floor and chucked it at him. He caught it, no problem. Bastard.

Joel returned to you minutes later, a fresh shirt in hand and a towel. He leaned down then gently wiping between your thighs. He was very attentive as he cleaned you up. You had never had a man take care of you like this before. Sure, you had your fair share of partners in the past, none were like your Joel. Nothing was ever going to compare to him. He had you sit up then as he slid the fresh shirt over your arms, stealing a kiss before he padded off to the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, bringing the collar of his shirt to your nose, it smelled of him. It smelled of home.

He handed you a glass of water then, before he sank down beside you, bringing his arm around you, leaning over and kissed your cheek sweetly as you took a sip of the water, settling against his warm, bare chest.

A comfortable silence washed over both you and Joel as you both recovered from your post-sex activities. A warmth had settled over you and couldn’t help but brush your fingers across his jaw lightly, taking in the way he smiled at you. It was a rare sight for Joel Miller to smile. He saved those moments for you. Tonight, he had given himself entirely to you. He was allowing himself the freedom to feel again. It was hard for him to even try and put into words how you made him feel. The one thing he did know, was that he was forever grateful that you stepped into his life. You brightened it in more ways than you’d ever know.

You had gotten the best sleep in your entire fucking life that night. All thanks to Joel Miller. your fellow, your guy.

Chapter 11 :

[angelsnkisses]

things i associate with jack thurlow <3

💟 sfw 💟

A/N: this is random as hell, but i wanted to put something different out 😭

warnings: mentions of smoking

⭑ cold, rainy nights. those nights where you can hear the soft, staticky sound of water hitting your window like it's right beside your ear. those nights where the air around you is frigid, your body safe and warm under the embrace of a large blanket. those nights where it's nothing but the smell of rain and the feeling of comfort.

⭑ the song 'i was all over her' by salvia palth

⭑ the taste of cigarettes. the way they burn, the way the orange embers lick up the thin, light paper enclosing the addictive substance one craves oh so much. the way the smoke lingers and dances in the air, clouding up and dispersing all at once, like a ghost.

⭑ the poem 'fire and ice' by robert frost

⭑ late night drives on empty, dark roads. quiet, isolated streets that are only illuminated by your dim headlights and the pale, blue moonlight. nobody else is around, the radio's up high, the windows are rolled down. it's peaceful, it's calm.

⭑ the song 'rosyln' by bon iver, st. vincent

⭑ kissing someone in the rain. their lips soaked and chilly, water dripping between your bodies as you hold each other. the low rumble of thunder in the background of your racing heart, thudding in your ears like a heavy bass. warm hands on your waist, pulling you closer and closer.

⭑ the smell of coffee in the evening

⭑ reading by a huge, rain-spattered window. a pillow behind your back, knees pulled up close while a book rests upon them. the way the paper makes a soft scraping sound with every turn of a page, the way you get lost in the words that carry your mind through journey after journey. even the sharp, familiar pinch of a papercut that spoils your concentration, taking over your thoughts just as your stories had before.

⭑ the poem 'annabel lee' by edgar allan poe

⭑ this picture:

⭑ 'opal' - a short film by jack stauber

⭑ navy blue. maybe it's because of that specfic top he wore in jack goes home, or maybe even @icarus-star's banner for him has gotten to me, but every time i see that shade of blue i'm instantly reminded of him. it just matches him so nicely..

[motherofqups]

Read the prequel here.

Hozier - As It Was

Bat for Lashes - Sleep Alone

Circa Survive - Discount on Psychic Readings

The Dresden Dolls - Backstabber

Robert Delong - Don't Wait Up

The National - Cherry Tree (Remastered)

Breton - Got Well Soon

Depeche Mode - Suffer Well

Crystal Castles, Robert Smith - Not In Love

Violents, Monica Martin - How It Left

Violents, Monica Martin - Unraveling

Feist - The Bad in Each Other

Florence + the Machine - King

Charli xcx - B2b

Local Natives - When Am I Gonna Lose You?

Florence + the Machine - June

Big Thief - Not

The 1975 - Somebody Else

Band of Horses - Casual Party

Florence + the Machine - Big God

Kimbra - Teen Heat

James Blake - Can't Believe the Way We Flow

Gotye - Hearts a Mess

Postmodern Jukebox - Somebody That I Used to Know (Gotye cover)

Björk - Hyperballad

Eisley - A Sight to Behold

Ida Maria - Oh My God

BANKS - Gemini Feed

Bat for Lashes - A Wall

Florence + the Machine - Free

Amanda Palmer, Brendan Maclean - Laura (Bat for Lashes cover)

James Blake - Lullaby for My Insomniac

Perfume Genius - Run Me Through

Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels/Broken

Bat for Lashes - The Haunted Man

Hozier - Francesca

The National, Bon Iver - Weird Goodbyes

The National - This Is the Last Time

Kishi Bashi - Summer of '42

Charli xcx - Guess

St. Vincent - Cheerleader

Violents, Monica Martin - Second Class

Glass Animals - Heat Waves

San Fermin - Sonsick

Hozier - Shrike

The National - About Today

The Arcadian Wild - Liar

Brighton - Forest First

Hooverphonic - Ginger

Ida Maria - I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked

Eisley - Combinations

Florence + the Machine - What Kind of Man?

Charli xcx - Talk talk

Devault, Izzy Camina, Manila Killa - HEAVEN'S GATES (remix)

Ghost - Kiss the Go-Goat

Unique Salonga - Jules

Vance Joy - Mess Is Mine

Novo Amor - Emigrate

Hozier - Cherry Wine (Live)

Florence + the Machine - Ship to Wreck

Hozier - Butchered Tongue

Welles - Lovesong (the Cure cover)

Hozier - Someone New

Amanda Palmer - Astronaut

Florence + the Machine - Queen of Peace

Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You

Hozier - Take Me to Church

Mazzy Star - Fade Into You

Charli xcx - 365

Sir Chloe - Too Close

Band of Horses - Infinite Arms

Sufjan Stevens - Should Have Known Better

Sleeping At Last - Saturn

Sleeping At Last - Venus

Chappel Roan - Good Luck, Babe!

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence

Florence + the Machine - Cosmic Love

Florence + the Machine - Mother

Djo - End of Beginning

Billie Eilish - when the party's over

[barkingbonzo]

Lizabeth Scott in The Strange Love of Martha Ivers, 1946

The Strange Love of Martha Ivers is a 1946 American film noir drama directed by Lewis Milestone and starring Barbara Stanwyck, Van Heflin, Lizabeth Scott, and Kirk Douglas in his film debut. It follows a man who is reunited with his childhood friend and her husband; both the childhood friend and her husband believe that the man knows the truth about the mysterious death of the woman's wealthy aunt years prior. The screenplay was written by Robert Rossen (and an uncredited Robert Riskin), adapted from the short story "Love Lies Bleeding" by playwright John Patrick.

Though Milestone is the film's sole credited director, Byron Haskin temporarily took over directorial duties during production while Milestone participated in a Hollywood set decorators' strike, and the film's producer, Hal B. Wallis, also directed reshoots with Milestone's approval.

The Strange Love of Martha Ivers was entered into the 1947 Cannes Film Festival and premiered in London in June 1946, before opening in New York City on July 25, 1946. It received largely favorable reviews from critics, and received an Academy Award nomination for Best Writing, Original Motion Picture Story. In 1974, the film entered the public domain in the United States because the claimants did not renew its copyright registration in the 28th year after publication

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Cerealously

WARNING! This show is for adults. We drink cocktails, have potty mouths and, at least, one of us was raised by wolves.

The Clockwork Cabaret is a production of Agony Aunt Studios. Featuring that darling DJ Duo, Lady Attercop and Emmett Davenport. Our theme music is made especially for us by Kyle O’Door.

This episode aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 11.12.23.

New episodes air on Mad Wasp Radio on Sundays @ 12pm GMT! Listen at www.madwaspradio.com or via TuneIn radio app!

Playlist:

T.S Tadin – Pretty Boring

Lord Huron – The World Ender

Daniel Land – Alison

Iron & Wine – Naked As We Came

Nick Drake – Pink Moon

Beirut – Postcards From Italy

Bon Iver – Woods

The Head And The Heart – Down In The Valley

Sufjan Stevens – Futile Devices

Ane Brun – Big In Japan

Ibeyi – Oya

AURORA – Nature Boy (Acoustic)

Röyksopp – Rong

Tricky – Ponderosa

Stromae – Santé

Janelle Monáe – I Got The Juice (feat. Pharrell Williams)

Miike Snow – Genghis Khan

Electric Guest – This Head I Hold

The Black Keys – Everlasting Light

Scissor Sisters – Laura

The Jam – Town Called Malice

The Smiths – This Charming Man

Vandal Moon – Robert Smith (I Love You Since I Was Six)

Kids Love Surf – Just Like Heaven

Cold Cave – You Really Could Have Had It All

Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark – Talking Loud And Clear

Talking Heads – Found a Job

Pixies – Is She Weird

They Might Be Giants – Birdhouse In Your Soul

  Check out this episode!

[brokehorrorfan]

Conquest of Space and I Married a Monster from Outer Space will be released on Blu-ray together as a double feature on May 16 via Scream Factory.

Conquest of Space is a 1955 science fiction film directed by Byron Haskin (The War of the Worlds) and written by James O'Hanlon (Calamity Jane), based on the 1949 book by Willy Ley and Chesley Bonestell. Walter Brooke, Eric Fleming, and Mickey Shaughnessy star.

I Married a Monster from Outer Space is a 1958 sci-fi horror directed Gene Fowler Jr. (I Was a Teenage Werewolf) and written by Louis Vittes. Tom Tryon and Gloria Talbott star with Peter Baldwin, Robert Ivers, Chuck Wassil, and Maxie Rosenbloom.

Both films are presented in high definition with DTS-HD Master Audio Mono. Special features will be announced at a later date.

Conquest of Space:

The commander of a flight to Mars endangers his crew when he gradually becomes obsessed with their precedent-setting space journey, cracks under pressure, and tries to sabotage the mission.

I Married a Monster from Outer Space:

A distraught Marge Farrell (Gloria Talbott) is growing increasingly alarmed over the changes in her new husband Bill (Tom Tryon), who's been acting strangely ever since their wedding night. And for good reason: Bill – and most of the men in their small town – have been taken over by sinister aliens who have arrived on planet Earth to marry human women with the hope of reviving their dying race. Marge has stumbled onto their terrifying plan and must now convince someone – anyone – to believe her ... before the aliens completely inhabit the bodies of the entire male population!

Pre-order Conquest of Space / I Married a Monster from Outer Space.

[scotianostra]

Robert Garioch was born 9th May 1909 in Edinburgh he was a Scottish poet who placed huge importance on the use of the Scots language as a medium for poetry

Born the son of a decorator and a music teacher, Robert attended the Royal High School before going to the University of Edinburgh. He was conscripted into the Royal Corps of Signals in 1941, he married early the following year.

Whilst serving in Operation Torch in North Africa, Garioch was captured by German troops in November 1942 and spent the following three years as a Prisoner of War.

Garioch is known for furthering the importance of local voice through his use of lowland Scots in his work. His well-known poem The Wire was gleaned from his experience as a prisoner of war, looking at the suffering of soldiers, as was his book, Two Men and a Blanket: Memoirs of Captivity, however unlike many of his contemporaries, Garioch wrote very little poetry concerning his war experiences. Instead he focussed primarily on social causes and the plight of the ‘wee man’, a fact that may account for his enduring popularity (particularly on the readings circuit). This is what I like about him though, he was more of a poet for the people and the many photos I have found of him online show this with him in a room of people all enjoying his prose.  He also features in one of my favourite Scottish paintings, Poets’ Pub, an imaginary vision of the major Scottish poets and writers of the second half of the twentieth century gathered around the central figure of Hugh MacDiarmid, Garioch is on the far right.   Although it is not an actual depiction of any one scene I used to drink in Milnes on Hanover Street before it was spoiled by “improvements” and you used to get a feel for the place and the history of these great writers sitting sharing their thoughts and enjoying a pint. They will be turning in their graves seeing what it has become.

Robert Garioch is commemorated in Makars’ Court his words ‘in simmer, whan aa sorts foregether / in Embro to the ploy’.

Robert Garioch Sutherland, writer and poet died on 26th April 1981.

Here's a poem by Robery Garioch that many of us Scots can relate to, although having grown up in a wee toon ootside Edinburgh we were never hassled by the Polis, unlike those who lived in the city in places like Gayfield Square at the top of Leith.

Fi’baw in the Street.

Shote! here’s the poliss, the Gayfield poliss, an thull pi’iz in the nick fir pleyan fi’baw in the street! Yin o thum’s a faw’y like a muckle foazie taw’y bi’ the ither’s lang an skinnylike, wi umburrelly feet. Ach, awaw, says Tammy Curtis, fir thir baith owre blate ti hurt iz, thir a glaikit pair o Teuchters an as Hielant as a peat. Shote! thayr thir comin wi the hurdygurdy wummin tha’ we coupit wi her puggy pleyan fi’baw in the street.

Sae wir aff by Cockie-Dudgeons an the Sandies and the Coup, and wir owre a dizzen, fences tha’ the coppers canny loup, and wir in an ou’ o backgreens an wir dreepan muckle dikes, an we tear ir claes on railins full o nesty irin spikes. An aw the time the skinnylinky copper’s a’ ir heels, though the faw’y’s deid ir deean, this yin seems ti rin on wheels: noo he’s stickit on a railin wi his helmet on a spike, noo he’s up an owre an rinnan, did ye iver see the like?

Bi’ we stour awa ti Puddocky (tha’s doon by Logie Green) and wir roon by Beaverhaw whayr deil a beaver’s iver seen; noo wir aff wi buitts an stockins and wir wadin roon a fence (i’ sticks oot inly the wa’er, bi’ tha’s nithin if ye’ve serue) syne we cooshy doon thegither jist like choockies wi a hen in a bonny wee-bit bunky-hole tha’ bobbies diriny ken. Bi’ ma knees is skint an bluddan, an ma breeks they want the seat, jings! ye git mair nir ye’re eftir, pleyan fi’baw in the street

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rules: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters

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n - nicest thing by kate nash

o - options by doja cat ft. jid

t - the grudge by olivia rodrigo

j - john hughes movie by maisie peters

u - under the influence by eminem, d12

s - sex by the 1975

t - touch tank by quinnie

j - just like heaven by the cure

a - angel of small death and codeine by hozier

v - vibes by tove lo, joe janiak

i - i could be your goddess by cashforgold

e - evangeline by stephen sanchez

r - react by switch disco, ella henderson and robert miles

p - poem with no rhyme by mads langer

e - exile by taylor swift ft. bon iver

n - never ending song by conan gray

a - after hours by the weeknd

tagging: anyone who wanna!

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 319: Wednesday November 15, 2023 - "PaPa"

He landed in Tucson and right away made a positive difference in our house, helping with meal times and school drop offs and tubby! An extra pair of hands, I love it. And Audrie worked a full week to take advantage of the help Id have and I was spoiled.

Today we picked WIlliam up from school and went to the Beer House for a Happy Hour Pint with Papa. William entertained himself while showing off his skills climbing up and down a stool on his own dozens of times over. He then helped Papa make a pizza, and they ate it together. Little William is all about having his Papa from Michigan here and they are getting plenty of good 1-1 time together and its hard to say which of the three of us is enjoying it more.

Song: Zach Bryan - Boys of Faith feat. Bon Iver

Quote: “Any effort that has self-glorification as its final endpoint is bound to end in disaster. Now we’re paying the price. When you try to climb a mountain to prove how big you are, you almost never make it. And even if you do it’s a hollow victory. In order to sustain the victory you have to prove yourself again and again in some other way, and again and again and again, driven forever to fill a false image, haunted by the fear that the image is not true and someone will find out. That’s never the way. — Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values by Robert M. Pirsig

[that-demigirl]

GoT/HoTD OC ideas

- Game of Thrones -

Rosilyn Baratheon

The True Heir

Daughter of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister

Allegiance: House Baratheon and House Stark

Love Interest: Robb Stark

Theme Songs -

Roslyn by Bon Iver, St. Vincent

my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift

i love you by Billie Eilish

Fire On Fire by Sam Smith

To Love Someone Else by Avery Lynch

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Adryanna Tyrell

The Cursed Widow

Daughter of Mace Tyrell and Alerie Hightower

Allegiance: House Tyrell

Love Interest: Sansa Stark

Theme Songs:

I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

My Blood by Ellie Goulding

Cringe by Matt Maeson

Renegade by Big Red Machine, Taylor Swift

marjorie by Taylor Swift

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-House of The Dragon -

Alyrra Stark

The Green’s Direwolf

Younger sister of Cregan Stark

Allegiance: House Stark (Formerly), House Targaryen, The Greens

Love Interest: Aemond Targaryen

Theme Songs:

Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Black Out Days by Phantogram

On Purpose by Sabrina Carpenter

Bittersweet Tragedy by Melanie Martinez

Love In The Dark by Adele

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Lyssane Tully

The Honorbound Lady

Best Friend of Alyrra Stark

Allegiance: House Stark, The Blacks

Love Interest: Jacaerys Velaryon

Theme Songs:

The Call by Regina Spektor

Francis Forever by Mitski

ivy by Taylor Swift

Pierre by Ryn Weaver

Ribs by Lorde

[bywayofmemory]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776, thank you!

Part One

Are you named after anyone: First name no, middle name yes. I have a very trendy-at-the-time name instead.

When was the last time you cried: Earlier today when I got frustrated with a game. I figured it out and was happy ten minutes later, as per usual. I cry very easily.

Do you have kids: Nope. Children are at their best when they belong to other people.

Do you use sarcasm a lot: Literally all the time. I grew up in the 90s and it stuck, what can I say.

What's the first thing you notice about people: Their hair. I love a good head of hair!

What's your eye colour: Grey-blue. Pretty standard.

Scary movies or happy endings: Happy endings! I am a big baby and don’t like horror stories unless they’re about ghosts.

Any special talents: I write pretty well and I love baking. Not cooking, mind. Baking.

Where were you born: Wisconsin, USA

What are your hobbies: Reading, writing, gaming, listening to music

Have any pets: Not exactly, but my bf owns a black cat who adores me (the feeling is mutual). She’s the best kitty.

What sports do you play/have you played: lol

How tall are you: 5′0″. Too lazy to convert to metric but it’s real short.

Favourite subject in school: History, because I love stories.

Dream job: The dream is to not have to have a job tbh. I just want to be independently wealthy. But if forced to pick a real job - lorekeeper for a big game franchise (yes, that’s a real thing). It suits my creativity and obsessive brain that remembers details that no one else cares about.

Part Two

First ship: Mary/Colin from The Secret Garden, probably. I was into shipping basically from the time I could first read so who knows.

Three ships: Only three? Tragic! I’ll take my old standby Susan/Edmund (Chronicles of Narnia), my abiding, deep love Darklina (Shadow and Bone), and my hot new thing, Daemon/Rhaenyra (House of the Dragon).

Last (current) song: Previously Don’t Panic, by Ellie Goulding. Currently Calgary by Bon Iver.

Last movie: John Wick 4, in which that universe completely gave up on the already tenuous relationship it had with the laws of physics and what forces do to human bodies. It could have used trimming from the fight scenes, but it was decent.

Currently reading: The Great Mistake by Mary Roberts Rinehart, because I needed a comfort read and for some reason my go-to for those are mid-century mysteries in which loads of people die because someone was trying to cover up an illegitimate child and/or a divorce. Scandal!

Currently watching: The Mandalorian, when I manage to remember. I am not great at keeping up with shows!

Currently consuming: Nothing but water, though I’m thinking about dinner.

Currently craving: A Mexican Coke. That’s the good shit.

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