consider this a queue

geno needs all of the hugs in the world

The anatomy is kinda wonky b/c halfway through lining I had a gREAT IDEA for more mommacq fanart and…. I kinda rushed to get this done so I could start the other one. whoops.

He’s also wearing Fresh’s hat because yes


[MommaCQ!Geno belongs to @alainaprana!]
[Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies!]

Baratheon, Cersei

10th Level (Noble 10)

The queen stood. “And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?” she asked softly. Her eyes searched his face. “You should have taken the realm for yourself. It was there for the taking… Such a sad mistake.”
“I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine,” Ned said, “but that was not one of them.”
“Oh but it was, my lord,” Cersei insisted. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
— Cersei Baratheon and Eddard Stark, A Game of Thrones

If there is one woman destined never to be a hearth-mate or homemaker, she is undoubtedly Cersei Lannister. The Lannister symbol is a lion and Cersei is undoubtedly a lioness, a golden-haired green-eyed feline among queens. Had she been born a whore, she would have been an empress of brothels. She was born noble, however, the first of two bright blond glittering twins fathered by Tywin Lannister and his beloved wife, Joanna. Little brother Jaime came out clutching his sister’s heel, and has been clutching other bits of her ever since.

Jaime would one day become a knight, wild and reckless of reputation. Had she been born male, Cersei would have out-Jaimed Jaime. She lacks no bravery when it comes to conflict, and would happily have slit half a dozen Targaryen throats to sit unchallenged on the Iron Throne. Unlike her brother, it would never have occurred to her to get off it. Unfortunately for Cersei, she was born female, and her path to conquest was never going to be that straightforward.

Cersei is the eldest of the Lannister children. As a male, she would be the heir to Casterly Rock, irrespective of looks, abilities, or any other factors. Because of her sex, however, she finds herself third in the line of succession. Anything she has must be given to her by her father or earned between Robert Baratheon’s bed sheets. It is not a situation designed to breed self-esteem. Kept back because of her sex and because there is room for only one Tywin-shaped ego in the family, it could be no surprise that this volatile, passionate woman’s nature would warp a little.

Under such circumstances, it might be thought that a woman like Cersei Lannister would become a Dacey Mormont or even a Mirri Maz Duur, finding power through arms or the occult. That, however, would not be Cersei’s way. She may crave self-determination, but in the end Cersei accepts the world into which she is born.

Cersei has taken on her culture’s distaste for women, so she both despises and treasures her own femininity. She has to work very hard for the gifts of command and influence given so easily to men of her station. As a result, she has no time for hapless females. At best, she will sneer at them; at worst, she will use them without a shred of pity. The world is harsh to women; to her mind, the sooner they learn how to use the rules to their own advantage, the better. If Cersei gave it a second thought, she might even argue that she does her own sex a favour by teaching them the lessons she had to learn by herself.

Cersei did indeed have difficult lessons to learn. When dealing with Lannisters, all roads lead to Casterly Rock, and the pervasive influence of Tywin. They pride themselves on a tradition of intelligence inherited from their famous ancestor, Lann the trickster. They use every resource they have to get what they want. They are abundant in wits, in wealth and in comeliness.

Like all the Lannister family — with the notable exception of Tyrion — Cersei is lovely to look upon. This alone makes her a treasure. The Lannisters understand the importance of appearances only too well. In a world where a woman’s worth is judged by her beauty, bloodline, and fertility, Cersei is worth a great deal. She may just be another breeder, but her owners can expect a fine price for her — nothing less than a crown.

Unfortunately for Cersei, the death of Lyanna Stark left Robert Baratheon an angry man. All her beauty could never mend his heart — something she could never forgive. Despite this failing, Cersei could certainly take care of his other needs. Sensual and exquisite of form, Cersei is extremely alluring. Robert Baratheon found nothing to object to in her person. This was the beginning of Cersei’s rise to power. Her father can subsidise a king, her brother can kill one, but neither can create one. That task, the creation of a Lannister monarch, came down to Cersei alone.

It would never be easy for someone of Cersei’s ego, already thwarted in ambition and expression, to become the bed mate of a man in love with another woman, though — especially a woman made ideal through death. Cersei could not even have the satisfaction of watching her rival grow old and ordinary. Lyanna Stark is forever the unattainable and tragic love in Robert’s life. The implicit rebuff, both to her status as his queen and her adequacy as his bedfellow, is more than she could possibly tolerate. She gave her royal husband three healthy, beautiful children to inherit his throne and continue his line … but none of them are his. Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen are golden children, who resemble both mother and father, Cersei and Jaime Lannister.

It is hard to understand the complex link between twins, but by itself this does not explain the extent of the love between the Lannisters. They consider themselves to be bonded souls, perhaps even the same soul. It is not true. Jaime’s needs are very different to Cersei’s. Jaime may follow his sister’s lead, but he is a warrior; she is a politician.

It could be argued that Cersei’s feelings for Jaime is the nearest she will ever come to making love to herself, for they are so alike, so heroic looking, so beautiful. Whether she would love him so much were he not created in her own glorious image is a moot point. This might, however, explain Cersei’s contempt for her other brother, Tyrion. If Jaime is Cersei made male — a mirror of herself as she would wish to be — what is Tyrion but a grotesque distortion? Jaime is not the only Lannister male Cersei mirrors, though. Cersei inevitably echoes her father, the most powerful and successful being she knows in everything from her manipulation of her children to her personal disdain for Tyrion.

Her love for Jaime, however, is a radical departure from her father’s cool approach to matters of the heart. This alone is all her own feeling, and the intensity of it pulls her. It is dangerous, and yet comforting, for Jaime gives her most of the power in the relationship. While Jamie appears to be devoted to only Cersei, she in turn knows that her body is a weapon, and is willing to use it as needed, whether to deal with Robert’s occasional urges, or to attempt to seduce Eddard Stark. It is hard to tell whether she ever enjoys her lovers, or simply revels in the exercise of her personal power over men.

Incest is considered an abomination throughout the lands of Westeros, but curiously it does have a precedent in the royal house of Targaryen, where brothers and sisters become husbands and wives, kings and queens together. The theory was that it kept the blood pure. Cersei takes that precedent to heart, using it to justify her relationship with Jaime and her denial of her royal husband’s marital privileges. In at least two cases, those of Aerys II and Viserys — styled the Beggar King — the genetic inheritance seems to be mental instability, whatever the state of the blood. This situation repeats itself in the first child of Cersei and Jaime’s union: the heir to the throne of Baratheon, Prince Joffrey.

Cersei is so passionate and vivacious that even Tyrion, long since hardened to her wiles, finds her irresistible when joy overtakes her. When she is truly happy, she sparkles like a diamond. It is almost impossible not to love her. Cersei has not grown in circumstances where this bright side to her could develop, but it still reveals itself from time to time. Cersei Lannister is a brilliant but fickle friend, a proud and cunning foe, and above all, a guardian of her own power.

– A Game of Thrones, Deluxe Edition Role-Playing Game and Resource Book


omg. i drew a thing

    • @gleefully-macabre
    • tbh it baffles me how quickly i drew these this morning
    • bog as hawkmoth and marianne as le paon
    • covering 80% of his face can in fact be considered cheating lmao

Scrubs + Season-Ending Songs


I love John.

Sherlock cocks his head to one side and considers.

He’s in the checkout queue at Sainsbury’s - not his usual milieu but John had left him scrambling to pick up something “edible” for dinner and “not something you shove in the microwave and leave to burn whilst you putter about with those porcine lungs, Sherlock.”

Sherlock agrees: that’s not what you ought to do for someone you love.

He moves up a metre or so, and cocks his head the other direction. A cheery jingle assaults his ears from inside the leather purse of the woman in front of him. He fiddles with the package of mushrooms in his hand as she pulls out her mobile to answer.

“Veronica! How are you, love…” she coos into the phone.

What he will do with mushrooms, he’s not quite sure. You can eat mushrooms, he knows. Some of them anyway.

I love John, his brain reminds him.

This is nothing new. This is not a new thought, or a revelation, just a reminder. He’s known he loves John since, well, long ago. Before the wedding and his best man speech. Before he came back. Before he left. He’s loved John for years, really. It’s nothing new.

The woman on the phone moves up another metre, and so does Sherlock.

Should he get milk? Can you make something with milk and mushrooms?

On the surface that sounds terrible, but…

John would know how to make something with milk and mushrooms. He’s good at making that pea thing. He’s good at cooking, really. There’s a lot of things he’s quite capable of.

Sherlock shifts the package of mushrooms to his other hand. The woman in front of him rings off her phone and steps up to the waiting checkout worker.

John knows how to use a gun and how to stop bleeding. He runs in front of cabs and though crosswalks and waits until I’m properly stroppy to fix me another cup with another spoonful of sugar. He sleeps on his left side and likes persimmons and never, ever forgets to text Harry on her birthday. He trusts me with himself. He knows I miscalculate and he follows me through to the wrong ending. He never left, even after I did, and he believed in me even when I didn’t.

“All set, mate? Just that for you then?” The worker beckons him forward.

I’m in love with John.

That thought is quite new.

“I need some milk,” Sherlock answers.


└ Seriously old man! You CAN’T look THAT adorably cute when owning up to members!

Cr: VS Arashi 02.02.2017

~ Please do not delete the text or self-promote, as doing so will automatically disqualify you.~

Hello beautiful! I have decided that the time has come to update my queue group! Ocea’s Queueties, much like my initial queue group is specifically created to both showcase a vast array of boho, indie, posh, minimal, modern, luxury and fashion blogs that my beautiful followers and I can queue from at our leisure.


  • Please be following me. I would advise you not to be dishonest, as I will be checking prior to finalising this page.
  • Reblog this post, at least one time.
  • Do not delete the text, self-promote or comment on this post. Doing so will immediately disqualify you.
  • If you are featured on my previous queue group page and would like to be considered for the updated queue group, you are required to reblog this post.


  • A follow from me, if I am not already following you.
  • Your blog will feature on the Ocea’s Queueties members page, that you will find here upon its completion.
  • New blogs to follow, collab with, queue from and fellow bloggers to befriend!
  • A full queue, without fail.
  • My beautiful followers will soon discover your flawless blog, so you are incredibly likely to gain! 


  • Reblog this post more than once, you will grab my attention immediately!
  • Have a similar blog style to me.
  • Participate in any or all of the promos I am currently hosting and/or co-hosting.


  • Flawless banner made by the beautiful Haniah. You may request one of her creative masterpieces and/or a stunning blog makeover here.
  • Image found on tumblr. It is essentially everywhere and I cannot seem to locate it when I need it. Credit belongs to the image’s rightful owner.
  • I will be choosing a generous number of blogs to feature as my updated queue group. The precise number is unknown, but I would estimate between 20-30 flawless blogs.
  • I will be choosing when I am comfortable with the notes. Ideally within four weeks of the publication date of this post (we’ll see.)
  • Please don’t let this flop. If it does, not only will my queue forever be empty, but we will all be forced to pretend that this never happened. Awks. :D

Good luck, loves. Happy reblogging!

- Kaelyn.


// I swear, I have a queue set up so this ooc won’t go on for much longer but I was re-watching Tamatoa’s scene on higher volume and found out something pretty interesting:

Tamatoa chirps!

Well, more specifically, it’s called ‘stridulation’, which is noise caused by rubbing against the inside of a hermit crab’s shell. Some hermit crabs will chirp when frustrated or annoyed. Which made sense for the scene since it was heard when Moana was trying to get Tamatoa to talk about himself and he started to look severely annoyed (’Are you just trying to get me to talk about myself?’). And of course, coconut crabs are just enormous terrestrial hermit crabs. Awesome little addition, Disney!

To hear Tamatoa’s chirp, go to 7:00 in this video: X

To listen to real-life chirps of hermit crabs, here’s a video: 

*don’t delete the text or self promote or else you won’t be considered*

Hello beautiful people! I finally reached 10k (yayyy!!) I wanted to celebrate it by updating my faves. I discovered so many awesome blogs! So, this is your chance to be featured!


  • Must be following desiering
  • Please reblog the post, likes will be considered a bookmark!


  • Follow from me and a new friend!!
  • I will queue lots from you
  • Featured in a page (under construction!)
  • Help with: likes, reblogs, html help, any advice and so much more


  • Reblog this post more than once so I will notice you
  • Talk to me, let me get to know you better!
  • Queue/reblog from me
  • Please be a similar blog


  • I will be choosing 20-30 blogs (maybe more depending on the notes)
  • Banner made by the beautiful talented Haniah <3
  • If you have questions, please feel free to message me
  • Please dont let this flop, or this never happened

Good luck & Happy Reblogging! ♡

- Kit