court of the two sisters

The Weaver's Song

“There were two sisters, they went playing,
To see their father’s ships come sailing…
And when they came unto the sea-brim
The elder did push the younger in.
Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam,
‘Til her corpse came to the milers dam.
But what did he do with her breastbone?
He made a viol to play on.
What’d he do with her fingers so small?
He made pegs to his viol withall.
And what did he do with her nose-ridge?
Unto his viol he made a bridge.
What did he do with her veins so blue?
He made strings to his viol thereto.
What did he do with her eyes so bright?
On his viol he set at first light.
What did he do with her tongue so rough?
‘Twas the new till and it spoke enough.
Then bespake the treble string,
'O yonder is my father the king.
Then bespake the second string,
'O yonder sits my mother the queen.
Then bespake the strings all three,
'Yonder is the sister that drowned me.”

thought I’d type this up :)

(from A Court of Mist and Fury)

anonymous asked:

Not only Ivar, but Hvitserk would also be getting a love interest too.

So I’ve been thinking about this. If they’re introducing both these blonde love interests at the same time, my guess is they’re sisters. From the costumes they look high status, like princesses or Jarl’s daughters. So my guess is this starts as part of some kind of political arrangement.

So @captainpoopweinersoldier, I don’t think this means we’ll see Ivar “being romantic” for certain. It could be something he’s dragged into reluctantly. ALSO one of the articles said her character was originally supposed to die and then they changed the script because they liked her acting? So now I’m really hoping Ivar was the one that was supposed to kill her. Because I feel like they’ve been setting him up to want to kill women all though 4b. That night just be me though.

Also I’m interested in the idea of Hvitserk and Ivar courting two sisters because let’s remember that Hvitserk knows Ivar couldn’t get it up for Margrethe, but Ivar doesn’t know he knows. That could make for some interesting worries Hvitserk might be dealing with as he watches his brother interact with this girl.

…Maybe I should just write this fic myself ;)

Douchebags put their volleyball court on our beach.

When my two sisters and I were kids our mom would take us to the same spot in Florida every year. Families could rent a house on the beach for a week, and each house had its own boardwalk out to the beach and a little designated beach area. It mainly consisted of families with little kids like us, but you would get the occasional group of college students.

I was probably around 7 the year we got a house directly next to these bros who were really obnoxious. They immediately came and set up their volleyball court right on our part of the beach directly in front of our boardwalk. My sisters and I were having none of it and woke up before the sun to get them the f*ck off our beach.

We dug a massive hole in the middle of their volleyball court and carried buckets of the sand about thirty feet away so they couldn’t refill it easily. The next day they moved it and we made a turtle out of our pile of sand.

“There were two sisters, they went playing,
to see their father’s ships come sailing.

And when they came unto the sea-brim
        The elder did push the younger in. Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam, Til her corpse came to the miller’s dam.

But what did he do with her breastbone? 
He made him a viol to play on.

What’d he do with her fingers so small?  
He made pegs to his viol withall.

And what did he do with her nose-ridge?
     Unto his viol he made a bridge.

          What did he do with her veins so blue?
         He made strings to his viol thereto.

What did he do with her eyes so bright? 
On his viol he set at first light.

What did he do with her tongue so rough? 
Twas the new till and it spoke enough.

Then bespake the treble string,

O yonder is my father the king.
Then bespake the second string,

O yonder sits my mother the queen.’
Then bespake the strings all three,

  ‘Yonder is my sister that drowned me.’ ”

~ The Weaver of the Wood, A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah j Maas

Rhaena Targaryen became known as one of the Maids in the Tower. By her brother Baelor the Blessed, she & her sisters were locked in what would since then be known as the Maidenvault. Baelor imprisoned the sisters in comfortable confinement so the sight of them would not tempt him or others in his court to mortal lusts. Rhaena, unlike her two sisters, never chaffed at her confinement. She was heavily influenced by her brother Baelor & in later life even joined the Faith & became a Septa.

Kaviar Gauche, Fall 2014

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Day 4: Some more significant spots in the French Quarter.

The fleur-de-lis flag, which has now become the official symbol of the state of Louisiana. Some other flags of Louisiana. These are displayed at the entrance to the Court of the Two Sisters, which is an apparently famous NoLa dining establishment (buffet jazzy breakfast and dinner, I was told).

The last pic is of La Pharmacie Française, the first pharmacy and site of horrendous medical experiments on women slaves. The place has such bad spirit that women have reportedly feel ill when they visit the museum.

Olicty Prompt: The Governess Part 9

@lalawo1 this is all because of you! Thanks for the prompt!

Read it here or on AO3

Part 9

Oliver had a way of making time stand still. Being surrounded by him struck every raw nerve in her body. She felt alive for the first time in her life and it was beginning to scare her, it was beginning to consume her, and that was beginning to become a problem. 

After Oliver was called away on some mysterious errand she was left bereft and most importantly bored…

Helena was still holding court in the pallor; her two sisters were both cowering at her feet as they “coyly” begged for her scrapes. James and Lee were both working away doing what they did everyday and Thea had class for another two hours. Felicity had already walked the grounds twice, she’d had her verbal catfight with Helena, been insulted by Moira and of course she’d had the impromptu makeout session with Oliver…and now she was left with nothing to do and time to kill. 

“You should visit the fortune teller I hear from very loud sources that she’s quite a sight to behold.” 

Felicity turned her head and glanced upward to see Jimmy, James and Lee’s son. He smiled kindly gesturing towards the three bickering idiots, “How does Master Queen stand them?” 

Felicity hid her laugh with her hand before replying, “He has a high tolerance for vanity I suppose.” 

The young man chuckled, “I suppose but really I think that fortune teller he hired might be more umm “stimulating” than watching those three compare Oliver notes.” 

Felicity had to agree. They’d been going back and forth for almost an hour now. Mable the thin one kept talking about his broad shoulders and his adorable dimples while Alice the plump one just kept sighing. Helena however was the worst because while they had to imagine a connection she had a tangible one. 

Felicity stood instantly as the fires of jealously once more began to burn within the pit of her growling stomach. “She’s really better than this?” she asked pointing towards the three women who were now waxing philosophically about the merits of having or not having a faux fur coat. 

Jimmy nodded, “Yes please one of us should be saved from the debate of fur or no fur for the winter line.” 

“Thanks Jimmy,” she said softly as she patted his shoulder and moved towards the back door. 

“Are you sure about this Jimmy? She might not be ready for what he’s hiding from her,” Lyla stated from behind the younger man’s back. 

He sighed but watched as Felicity slowly opened the back pallor door. “He needs to tell her before its too late Lyla.” 

Lyla put her hand over his shoulder, “So why send her in there?” 

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