#gardens of misery

[kingsmakers]

Demelza Dayne in Gardens of Misery

PART IV

The Dance of the Dragons has begun, and as Lady of Casterly Rock, Demelza's voice is a pivotal one. With envoys sent from both Rhaenyra and Alicent, she faces a predicament: choose between the women she has known since they were girls. An impossible choice, with impossible odds. Yet Demelza's daughters, the Dornish Diamonds, have always had wills of their own. A fateful choice ends in tragedy, and so Demelza feels the sting of grieving a child as she is forced to bury one of her beloved daughters. More than grief, she feels rage. As Demelza's fury threatens to turn the tide, her surviving daughters are left reeling. Elyana Sand, a prisoner within the walls of King's Landing, forced to play the game with her increasingly dangerous lover, Aemond Targaryen. Ceridwen Rivers, travelling to Dragonstone and kneeling before Grey Ghost to earn the mantle of the Red Rider. If there is a power stronger than a mother's love, it is a mother's grief...as Rhaenyra knows, as Demelza finds out, as Alicent will soon learn.

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[riddleofromance]

"I wish you'd tear my heart, cross my mind, put me in overdrive! Leave your thorn in my side" "Gardens of Misery" - Rain City Drive

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

living in a haze somewhere between a saint and a criminal

[raspberry-ripley]

watching the birds from my desk at work today and absolutely seething with envy. what the fuck is a 9 to 5 i should have been a blackbird or a finch or a fat little robin

[gooberinomcgee]

I was at a nerd art market the other day, and the lack of FF online stuff that I could recognize and the non-existance of Banban stuff resulted in some wires crossing inside my brain and conjure up these images.

I have never played either of these games.

[coramatus]

Under the City Streets Emmet gets to be a badass for once. As a treat.

[malewifehenrycooldown]

Sometimes I think about that moment in NMH2 when Travis’s talks about how ‘despite assassins being super fucked up, are still human beings that deserve respect’ and I just… kinda get emotional over that because even though he is a pathetic loser, he’s not wrong!! He’s absolutely correct!!

Assassins are more than just tools! They are more than just bloodthirsty killers! They had lives! Dreams! Personalities! Interests!! Family!! They had things that they cared about but had no choice but to abandon them, because the life of an assassin is cruel one with constant competition. The genuine horror of it is realising that at any moment, a ranking fight would be set and on that day of the fight you’d have to accept the fact that you might not walk out the door, it’s sad!! It’s horrifying! And with each little bit of info on the assassins you get you can’t help but feel bad for them. Sure they knew what they were signing up for but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a dignified/honourable death !!

[exxcitement1995]

FULL MOON MYSTERY GARDEN

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[kingsmakers]

Demelza Dayne + Season 2

It was said that Lord Dayne wrote to his sister in the Westerlands, begging her to rein in her daughters and return to Dorne. At this time, Elyana Sand commanded the Lannister armies at the behest of her younger half-brother Tycho, whilst Ceridwen Rivers was known as the Red Rider with a dragon some claimed could turn invisible. Demelza vehemently refused her brother's request. They took my Rhyanon from me, she wrote back, and so I will take from them in return.

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[thehappymushroom2]

One of my favorite things I made and forgot about

[cinemajunkie70]

Rest In Peace James Caan! 💔💔💔

[justheretohangout]

One more OTGW post! There is one more after this one than im done.

Do you guys remember the 3rd episode? The one with the animal school? You know how sad ans distraught Ms Langtree was because Jimmy ran away? Did you notice how they never mentioned HOW LONG he has been gone?

Do you remember the ABC's song she sang? There is a full version of it on spotify, it's called Ms Langtree's Lament. In the episode the song gets cut short but in the full song she sings about numbers once she finishes the alphabet. She sings:

1 is the number of men i loved

And 2 is the number of times i'll say it's you. It's you!

3 is the number of days you've been gone but it feels like 4 times 2

3 DAYS???!

YOU'RE TELLİNG ME HE'S BEEN GONE FOR THREE DAYS???

"But it feels like 4 times 2"

THAT IS NOT A LONG TIME LANGTREE

[midnightmoonbeams]

Here, I was starting to get more and more angry about this. WHY.

From March 22nd, 2022

[addicted-to-procrastination]

I could never be a farmer id have to cull an animal or mercy kill something that got horrifically injured by my equipment and I wouldn't be able to do it and I'd cry for 7 days

[moralesispunk]

I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one

simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.

it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.

that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.

and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.

but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.

simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.

you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.

"think you can start making a move on that?"

a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.

they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.

"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.

that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.

they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.

"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that

[andhumanslovedstories]

The absolute fucking agony and misery of trying to find posts about feminism that have any teeth and deal with reproductive health and the ways that the (in)ability to bear children has shaped the history of women is like walking through a trying to walk through a beautiful garden but the ground is covered in rakes, and the rakes absolutely HATE trans people.