faces that should never be made


send in the clouds
bring in the rain
shut all the blinds
turn out the lights
i feel insane when you get in my bed

i am the trick
my mother played on the world
seventeen doctors couldn’t decide
whether i should be allowed in the game

why can’t monsters get along with other monsters?
soi disantra, soi disantra

i know a puppy
who walked from kentucky
made it to east virginia by dawn
he had seventeen ideas in his head

windex tears flow down the robot’s face
he never felt his mother’s embrace
my mother named me after a king
i’m gonna bury my name in you

Planned Parenthood has been here for 100 years, and one thing is clear: We will never back down and we will never stop fighting to ensure that Planned Parenthood patients have access to the care they need and for the people who come from communities that need our continued support in this new reality.

Many of the people Planned Parenthood health centers serve may be concerned about their safety, and the safety of their families and friends. We will support our immigrant, Muslim, Black and Latinx colleagues, partners and patients in the face of threats made over the last several months.

Health care should not be political. Every morning, Planned Parenthood health center staff across the country wake up and open their doors, as they have this morning, to care for anyone who needs them, regardless of race, religion, sexual orientation, gender, income, or country of origin. They will do so today, they will do so tomorrow, they will do so every day as they have for 100 years.

Day Fifty-Two

-I handed a sticker to a ten month-old who promptly began vibrating uncontrollably while squeaking in delight. I fear I may have been the final catalyst in a process I know not the end of, but I will never know, as the baby was still in the vibration phase as they left the store.

-For the duration of a family’s transaction, I stuck my tongue out to their daughter, who would giggle loudly. This confused her parents, as I pointedly went stone-faced anytime they were facing me. They thought their baby was simply having a grand old time playing with her jacket, yet here I am, having secretly made her day. This is a new brand of vigilante justice and I feel it should be spread.

-An older woman grew upset with me after being told that a shirt being on clearance did not mean that a similarly-colored pair of sweatpants would also be. While I may not see the logic here, I can back her up in the sentiment that everything should cost less at all times.

-I was informed by a man that he had just gotten out of the hospital after a double hernia surgery. There was absolutely no context to this, or any prompting of any sort, and I believe that makes his honesty all the more admirable.

-While making eye contact with me and pointing with one hand, a baby picked her nose and ate what she found in there, repeating the process until she had finished off a fine three course meal. I have a great deal of respect for anyone who begins eating organically this early in life.

-A woman purchased two STD pillows. I do not know what the function of an STD pillow is, but she has my sympathies for needing to purchase two.

-Upon hearing that there was a limit to how many times one guest can use a sale offer, an old man told me that he should steal a boy who was passing by and make him purchase his items. He never specified any plans for releasing the boy back into the wild, so I am left with the conclusion that this Alan Alda lookalike is prepared to commit to the kidnapping and upkeep of a ten year-old for the sake of an extra $5 gift card. This man is by no means a quitter and I am in awe of that.

-I was handed a slightly damp yet cold wad of crumpled bills that smelled of someone trying to cover their smoking habit up with dollar store perfume. Despite having never been there, this handful of ones brings to mind strong memories of Florida for reasons I cannot explain.

-I rang up a man in his sixties whose legal name was Rocky and whose arms were covered in tattoos of scorpions. I can only assume that his parents gave him both the name and the tattoos in a short window of time, as they seemed to go too perfectly hand-in-hand to be unrelated.

-A four year-old walked through my lane in a Five Night’s At Freddy’s shirt. Either she has been bought merchandise for a franchise she knows nothing of, or her parents need to monitor her internet activity much more heavily. 

-While cleaning up the card wall, I found that someone had shoplifted a toy and taken it out of the packaging in the aisle, but hung the cardboard backing back up in the proper place. The few seconds they took to put it back where it belonged display a great deal more politeness than many guests show, and I am grateful they took the few seconds to do so in the middle of their crime spree.

Signs’ Quotes

Aries: “Only the fearless may proceed. Brave ones, foolish ones. Both walk not the middle road.” (Undertale)

Taurus: “ Even if we forget the faces of our friends, We will never forget the bonds that were carved into our souls.” (Angel Beats)

Gemini: “ The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.”(Julius Caesar)

Cancer: “People should fall in love with their eyes closed.” (Andy Warhol)

Leo: “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” (Twelfth Night)

Virgo: “Is love a tender thing? Is it too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.” (Romeo and Juliet)

Libra: “Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs.” (Romeo and Juliet)

Scorpio:  “We accept the love we think we deserve.” (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)

Sagittarius:  “As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen.” (Winnie the Pooh)

Capricorn: "I’m going to keep going until I succeed – or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years.“ (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

Aquarius: "Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am.” (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)

Pisces: “In the garden of memory, in the palace of dreams.. that’s where we’ll meet.” (The Mad Hatter)

  • Aries: you create heat like paper on fire but burn to ashes just as easily
  • Taurus: you can't make the same mistakes and claim you thought they would be different
  • Gemini: they call you two-faced but you've never seen yourself in the mirror
  • Cancer: you've taken so many hits from the ones you have loved that bruises feel like kisses
  • Leo: the light you shine is beautiful but it's worth less when you give it up to anyone who asks
  • Virgo: a person like you who has everything should be happy, right?
  • Libra: keep your eyes facing up to the stars though they may be few and far between
  • Scorpio: love may be your greatest talent but it's made you cold as ice
  • Sagittarius: running away seems like your best idea until you're all alone
  • Capricorn: you know there's other ways to bleed than just from cuts on your skin
  • Aquarius: you claim to be "safe" by not loving anyone but your eyes seem to grow darker anyways
  • Pisces: they should keep you in the stars where you can't wreak havoc on Earth causing pain with every step

i thought up this script at like 2am a few days ago 

all i know is that it’s a big fucking joke

another joke is how much effort i put into jasper’s face. like damn. what a face.


  • The morning always comes.
  • This will be your home, for now.
  • Look at you, you sorry drunk.
  • Don’t you worry. This will help you forget.
  • I’ve never been use to anyone.
  • I only wanted to help…
  • Your blood is tainted.
  • You shall not abscond your crimes!
  • Is it the blood, or are you just raving mad?
  • This can’t be the real you. …Please, stop.
  • I have no time for your petty lies.
  • I will never leave your side.
  • Your presence somehow soothes.
  • I only wanted…to be your….friend
  • Would you ever think to love me?
  • You let the blood get the best of you.
  • Remember yourself. You are not a beast.
  • You are no more than a beast. I should’ve known.
  • Too proud to show your true face, eh?
  • I don’t seem apt for this life anymore.
  • Please, just stop. Stop, please!
  • Of course…I do love you.
  • We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.
  • My eyes grow heavy…Let me rest a while. I’ll be fine, just wait.
  • Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good.
  • We must find a way to surpass our own stupidity. 
  • Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?
  • I’d like to tender my thanks, but I haven’t much to offer.
  • Just think about what you’re doing. It’s utter madness.
  • What good is your immortality now!
  • You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.
  • May you find your worth in the waking world.
  • Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your…animal intuition?
  • You hunters have got more blood on your hands.
  • Hunters are killers, nothing less!
  • You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this!
  • Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves.
  • You can’t bottle everything up inside. You mustn’t be afraid to share.
  • Rancid beasts, every last one of us.
  • I should think you still have dreams?
  • But…do the gods love their creations?
  • May the good blood guide your way.
  • You know not the value you posses. 
  • The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people.
  • If you insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?
  • What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?
  • Oh don’t you worry. Whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream.

I feel like it’s time to talk about Apollo and her wobble. Take a good look at that damn smiley face on her side and let me tell you why you should never, ever buy a spider morph.

My girlfriend and I started out with one beep, a normal named Cecil. I have leopard geckos and my mom had a beep while i was growing up, so I was pretty comfortable with my care of ball pythons. I’d read online about them for days and I made sure that my animals were happy and well taken care of. We were pretty excited about other morphs, but we hadn’t come across anything about spiders in our research. Or if we did, wobble was never mentioned.

We were in the mall pet store when we saw Apollo; it had been probably the third time we’ve seen her there and her price was marked down significantly. With her was a super pastel that was also marked down quite a bit. She’s a bumblebee, so they had her at a higher price than the super pastel, and excited, we did a bit of research on prices before choosing the super pastel.

The mall pet store workers were not trained in any way on reptiles and the manager was the only one who touched them. We knew their practices were subpar, but we weren’t prepared for how subpar. The manager not only sold us the more expensive morph at the cheaper price, thinking she was the super pastel because she was “lighter”, she also told us that Apollo was “nippy” and proceded to roughly grab her with a towel to get her out of the enclosure and into a box. Which she then taped closed and stabbed a few holes in. We were pretty horrified, but at this point, we weren’t leaving Apollo there and we were getting her at the reduced price of the super pastel, so we thought we were lucky to be able to save her from that awful place.

We realize now that they’ll just keep selling snakes they know nothing about, but we had no idea what we were getting into. We asked what they were feeding her. She was about a foot long. They said live adults. When Apollo yawned, she had trouble closing her mouth because of that for a while. But the messed up jaw wasn’t even the half of it.

We started reading about her morph, curious about the genetics, when we stumbled upon a forum discussing wobble. I stared at that smiley face on her side and my chest ached. Some snakes get it so bad they have to be put down, it said. The thought of my baby corkscrewing on the bottom of her cage, no sign of stopping just broke my heart.

It wasn’t bad at first. It was just a little wobble from side to side when she got excited for food, and sometimes she’d misstrike, but otherwise she was okay. Maybe Apollo wouldn’t be one of those spiders that got bad. Maybe it’d stay like this.

She grew slowly, and her wobble got slowly worse. It was slow, but I watched. She’d wobble a little more, she got a little less coordinated. Sometimes she’d cock her head in odd positions and just sit like that, staring.

Then she shed and started to brown out. We were excited, she was looking so healthy and vibrant. She gave me a full shed. But something was off. A few days later we found her sitting on her driftwood, corkscrewing away against the glass. I took her out and she stopped, and she seemed eager to explore like always. Another day we found her corkscrewing, my girlfriend called her name and she stopped, but she was staring at her upside down.

She only seems to do it when she’s excited or hungry, but it’s really distressing to watch. The change was so sudden that I’m afraid that I won’t be able to keep Apollo much longer. It will crush me if I have to put her down. And I’m not cruel enough to keep her alive when she’s obviously stressed, but we’re going to try to limit her stimuli and add more plant cover to her tank (it’s already pretty covered) and hope for the best.

But I want anyone who thinks it’s okay to breed spiders to look at Apollo’s damned smiley face and consider is it worth it? Is the money worth causing emotional pain and suffering when someone has to put their snake down because it can no longer eat because of it’s wobble? Is it worth it to put an animal into the world that may not live it’s full lifespan or live a life full of constant stress due to something internal and completely incurable?

Don’t buy a spider. They’re beautiful animals, but they should not exist. And they especially should not be bred into existence. Insist on the super pastel.

What if Lexa never left Clarke’s side in 316?

“Shut up! Both of you!” Clarke shouted at Allie and Becca and to her surprise they did both went silent.

Clarke turned around to face Lexa, grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers. She literally dragged Lexa with her through the door Raven made for them. Not letting her sacrifice herself.

“What should I do?” she raised her free hand and touched Lexa’s cheek, lightly, like she was afraid Lexa could disappear from beneath her fingers.

“You have to save them,” Lexa sounds determined, but Clarke can see her eyes are watery.

“I can’t,” Clarke breathes out, cupping Lexa’s cheeks with both of her hands, looking into the beautiful green eyes she loves so much. “I can’t lose you again.”

Clarke feels tears falling down her face, but she doesn’t care, she’s lightly tracing Lexa’s warpaint with her fingertips, feeling her hands tremble.

“I’m always gonna be with you, Clarke.” Clarke can feel Lexa’s fingers on her own cheeks. “I love you.”

Clarke closes her eyes for a moment a sob escaping her lungs.

“I always loved you Clarke.” Lexa’s lips form a little smile, her eyes showing how much she feels for Clarke.

Clarke’s view is fuzzy through all the tears, she blinks a few times to see well again. “I love you too,” Clarke doesn’t recognize her own voice, filled with the sadness and emotions she didn’t even know she was able to feel.

“You have to do this,” Lexa’s green eyes are sternly looking into the blue ones, but Clarke can see Lexa is hurting as much as she is.

“I-,” Clarke realizes she already lost this battle. That it was never a battle she could win in the first place. She feels another tears streaming down her face, her hands still touching Lexa’s cheeks.

“I love you so much,” with these words Clarke falls into Lexa’s arms, holding her tightly, feeling Lexa is returning the hug with the same passion.

“I’m always gonna be with you. Always,” Lexa is whispering the words to Clarke’s hair, caressing it in the process.

It takes everything Clarke has left to end the hug and look at the lever by her side.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” Clarke looks again to Lexa’s eyes, her fingers touching her lips. Lexa smiles a little, nodding.

Clarke pulls Lexa in for a kiss. She feels salty-tears taste between their lips, but she doesn’t care. She deepens the kiss, feeling Lexa as close as she can, while her hand blindly finds the lever.

“I’m sorry,” escapes her lips almost without interrupting the kiss, while she pulls the metal thing in her trembling hand.

She’s up. In the room full of people. Her mom, her friends, everybody she cared about. Except one.

“Aaahhhhh!” almost inhuman shriek escapes Clarke’s throat, while she slips from the throne, her legs unable to carry her own weight. Loudly sobbing and crying.

“Clarke,” Abby gets to her knees next to her daughter, pressing Clarke’s head to her chest, caressing her hair.

“I’m sorry, Lexa,” Clarke is whispering between sobs, her whole body shaking. “I’m so sorry,” she clings to her mother’s body, still feeling Lexa’s lips pressed to her own.

“I’m so sorry…”

Monsta X Walk in on You Changing

I did it that you were his crush.


Shownu- Deep gaze. Like, he would be star-struck. Seeing his crush naked in front of him and just him. It did things to him. Things that should happen to a person, but he would not act on his thoughts. That doesn’t mean he would stop staring though.

Wonho- Laugh to make the whole thing a thousand times more awkward. He wouldn’t know how to handle you naked. He’d just laugh awkwardly as he retreated out of your room never wanting to face you again.

Minhyuk- He’d appreciate it even though he knew he shouldn’t. Seeing you naked in front of him made his mind reel with thoughts. He wouldn’t try to leave and I could see him getting his way too by flirty comments and body worshipping words that would make you weak.

Kihyun- Fuck boy alert! I can see it. You, his crush, changing and completely naked. He would definitely make flirty comments and even check you out before you finally shoo him out.

Hyungwon- He seems like that type that would want to make some smartass comment. However, his voice would be jammed in his throat that all he could do was stare at you in shock, but still enjoying the view.

Jooheon- You’re his crush and you are naked in front of him. His smile would be a mix of shock and a mix of pleasure as to see you naked for the first time even though it wasn’t while you were under him like he imagined 😉

Changkyun- He’d be the one who would try to laugh it off all while he tries to leave the room in a normal manner. Notice the word tries. He may run into a few things make the whole encounter worse.



hunk: what do you think keith is thinking about? he’s just staring into space.

lance: i don’t know. i think we should just leave him be.

keith: [thinking]  Sister, I’m not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can’t understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn’t front the scene if you paid me
I’m just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What’s life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

You’ll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You’re running after something
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

Preach all you want but who’s gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
It ain’t the mark or the scar that makes you run,
and run,
and run,
and run.

You’ll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You’re running after something
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

You’ll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You’re running after something
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

So give me all your poison (Fire at will)
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts (Fire at will)
And make me ill
You’re running after something (Fire at will)
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want (Fire at will)
Then fire at will

Memory Lane

Dean x Reader

Imagine being Dean’s girlfriend and having many memories together

Warnings: none

Word count:  866

Knowing the Winchesters for six or so years had it perks. Falling in love with one happened to just one of the many plus sides. The memories you all shared, the good, bad and the ugly ones…they all had a special place in your heart. The beach memories were some of your favorite. Very rarely did you get to go to the beach which happened to be one of your favorite dates.

“We should make a sandman” it was like Dean was a little kid all over again, thinking outside the box and running around in joy.

“A sandman? How do we do that?” you were sitting on the still warm sand, your legs crossed together.

“With mud, have you never made a sandman?” his face was facing you directly. A light shake of your head saying no was the response he got.

Quickly he grabbed your hand, pulling you up to your feet and dragging towards the water. Together you made a small hole to fill water with. Both of you sat down and began mixing the sand with the cold light blue water. Once the building process began, you found yourself distracted by how the light illuminated his freckles, making them pop like the little grains of sand you were on top of. Grabbing a handful of mud, he flung it at you without warning.

“Dean! You jackass!” shock was on your face as you tried to realize what had happened. “You are so dead Winchester,” suddenly you stood to your feet with a handful of mud, throwing it at him and hitting him in the back of his once white shirt. Somehow both of you ended up running through the water and creating a water fight to wash off the wet dirt. Which ended in a very interesting way…

As you replayed the memory in your head, you barely realized the wide smiling growing across your face. Dean interrupted the train of sweet memories running through your head that was floating in the clouds.

Memories with Dean were kind of like your happy zone. But memories with both of the boys were one of your favorites.

“What the hell do you mean the radio isn’t working?” you were more mad about it then Dean was as he told you the news.

“He means the radio isn’t working,” Sam always loved giving you a hard time but music was not something to be messed with.

“Thank you MooseHead I realize that. I’m saying we can’t be driving for hours on end with no music,” Dean nodded at your ‘wise words of wisdom’. “The two of you do know since there’s no music, we’re making our own?” of course, they knew this was going to happen. The one time Sam refused to sing along, you cut a good chunk of his hair off, leaving an uneven piece. Dean didn’t want to try and please you because God only knows what you’d chop off on him.

The memories with Bobby, Cas and both of the boys, were probably the funniest ones. Always making you smile regardless of your attitude that day.

“Hey!” you sarcastically yelled at Cas as he held a gallon tub of ice cream. “You can’t just eat that right out of the container!” the confused angel just looked at you.

“I’m extremely old, I think I’m entitled,” he’d caught on to the Winchester attitude, you started laughing at his response.

“God I love you Cas. I’ll never get tired of the cute things you say,” he was like your brother and everybody knew it. Both of you were very protective over one another.

“I thought you loved me!” of course your boyfriend had to put on a pouting act, he always did this, knowing you thought it was cute when he was pretending to be jealous.

“He’s one of God’s children. They deserved to be loved,” you giggled while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m a little angel too in case you forgot,” he stole a quick kiss which would’ve been longer if Sam hadn’t interrupted.

“I think you mean little demon,” Bobby walked in right as the younger Winchester finished his sentence, pulling you and Dean apart.

“Don’t nobody want to see you two being all cute and gross on each other,” everybody laughed.

Honestly, you could lay in bed all day and relive all the thoughts of the past, but Dean more than likely wouldn’t allow you to ignore him for that long to be in Lala Land.

“What are you smiling about?” he leaned over to your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your backside which had been turned away from him

“How did you know I was smiling?” it only grew bigger with every words said.

“Sweetheart, I know you like the back of my hand,” as he spoke he pulled you in closer, now you turned your body so you were directly face to face.

“I was thinking about some of our memories we have,” the green eyes looking back at you lit up.

“Let’s make some more then,” it was a good thing today was your day off and nothing was planned.

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

You know when you want to hate someone, I mean really god damn be sickened by the mention of their name and make your stomach turn inside out by the thought of their existence - type of hate. Because you should, you should hate the person who came into your life like a tornado and completely destroyed everything, of course you should hate the person who made your pillow soaked from the amount tears you wept while trying to fall asleep but their name was tattooed on your mind which made it almost impossible to close your eyes without picturing their face. You should hate them but you can’t and you probably never will, that’s the shit thing about love, that’s the side you never see advertised. The kind that sucks you in, kicks you to the curb and leaves you there, completely and utterly infatuated with someone who probably doesn’t even remember your middle name anymore.
—  Beautiful tragedies //
Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

Originally posted by d-white211

Imagine: Sam telling you his nicknames for everybody on the team.

“Wait, hold up, you have a nickname for everybody on the team?” you asked slightly shocked to Sam, he nodded as you both sat drinking coffee in the bases kitchen, he chuckled lightly at your face “why?” you asked with a frown.

“Well, because you have Captain Small Ass” you burst out laughing “cause I am Falcon Big Butt, of course,” you continued to laugh at him “Vision is; That Guy Should Never Wear a Sweater” that made you laugh harder.  

“Tony; Little Man, Big Attitude” you could feel tears pricking at your eyes “Natasha; She Could Kill Me. Clint; Only Runs On Coffee And Determination” you snorted as Sam remained composed “together they are; Best Friends Who Kill Together, Will Probably Kill You Together

“Scott; forever Tic-Tac, he won’t ever get away from that” you nodded, still laughing at him “T’Challa; Crazy Cat Lady and Peter; Bug Spray” Sam knew how to make you laugh till you couldn’t breathe.

“Wanda: Cute Can Kill Now, Rhodey; Tony’s Impulse Control” you were gone, laughing too hard to pay attention to him, he smiled and chuckled also.

“What about Bucky?” you asked

Sam was silent for a moment “Steve’s Crazy Ex-Boyfriend” and with that, you fell out of your chair, crying with laughter.

(Hope you’re enjoying everything that is going up on the 28th & 29th so far, happy one year to the blog :D - Ro)

How To Decorate Your Human For Christmas

By Smärg the Cockatiel

1. Dunk entire head in water bowl. Make sure you get your nares wet.

2. Rub face on a brightly colored toy made of a porous material. Preferably, the toy should be dyed a bright cheerful color like green or red.

3. Sneeze festively colored snot on your human. Watch with delight as they panic over whether you are bleeding (red dye) or have some kind of horrible respiratory infection (green dye).

Confession: I have trouble knowing what I really want. Example, I’ve always been the quiet one in my family and told my introversion and shyness were weird so I wanted to be outgoing and normal. I also never cared that much about makeup up until about a year ago. I wore makeup sometimes but I’m no beauty guru. Then I noticed the social media obsession with “on fleek” eyebrows and beat faces and now I feel plain. Idk if I really want these changes or if I’ve just been made to feel I should want them.

jack: and apparently i made a funny face when i fell?

jack: i don’t know

jack: but tater and snowy cracked up

jack: haha

jack: you should have been there

jack: though you would have chirped me

jack: um you’re probably busy

jack: sorry bits xx


bitty: you can never text me too much <3

bitty: i was just crying over my flashcards

bitty: ARE YOU OKAY? :(

bitty: did it hurt when you fell from heaven? ;) ;) ;)

bitty: oh lord take my phone away from me, forget i texted that, I SAID THAT IRONICALLY


Well Bamon isnt in the final two but...

Super proud of us making it to the final four. Guys… We were the only tvd ship to make it that far. Tvd is over but we will love and cherish Bamon for years to come. They are the ship that should have been in cannon. And the a feisty , loveable, sex fannon ship we all love. And lets face it… Any fannon is better then crappie written cannon😂. I am so proud to be a part of the Bamily. Ive made some really amazing friends . My only hope is we never forget the power our little ship that could had on all of the haters. Love y'all . Make sure not to totally disappear from the tag. Bamon season 8 write is stil underway so keep a lookout for that. PROUD BAMON SHIPPER FOR LIFE🙌

Originally posted by eataburgerr