Lady Shiera was the natural daughter of King Aegon IV by the ninth and last of his mistresses, Lady Serenei of Lys, the last daughter of an ancient but impoverished line of Valyrian nobility. “Sweet Serenei,” Aegon called her, but about his court she was considered cold and haughty, and some said that she was much older than the king, and preserved her beauty by the practice of dark arts. Considered by many the most lovely of Aegon’s mistresses, Sweet Serenei died in childbed, bringing forth the last of the king’s “Great Bastards,” the daughter she named Shiera, Star of the Sea.

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anonymous asked:

It's currently 3:20 pm and I'm thinking about how I'm going to finish my many assignments. I wish I could have a break from school lol


OH GAWSH! I too wish you could have a break from school. I wouldn’t mind going back to school to be honest, but I have no idea what to take tho. And of course, I need money. 

But I know what you need. 

You need…some distractions!

I’m assuming since you are messaging me you probably enjoy the same things as me. Which means, furthermore, that you are also distracted by the same things. 

So. Lets get started. 

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Are you distracted?

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How about now? Is this distracting enough?

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Okay, you have to be distracted now.

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I’m actually pretty distracted. What was a I doing again? OH YEAH! Causing distractions!

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*I CAN’T!*

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A kitten! (Which, lets be honest, it’s kinda the same thing.)

I hope you had a good time being distracted for a bit! It’s good to take some time out for yourself! ;)

kayssna  asked:

who seems the nicest but is actually the most terrifying?

Jeremy wasn’t big before he arrive in Los Santos. Oh he was talented, intelligent, was respected well enough in his own circles but he didn’t have a reputation. Hadn’t made a name for himself outside of his own city. Jeremy could have stayed where he was, self-sufficient and making more than enough to get by, getting decent work from trusted contacts and never tying himself down, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He wasn’t content with the world he knew so well, the crooks he grew up around and the jobs so familiar there was never any real risk, so he leaves it all behind and chases the chance for glory into the depths of Los Santos.

Normally, when the big fish from a small pool hits the ocean they’re swept away or torn apart, eaten whole or crushed under the realisation of their own insignificance. Not Jeremy. Jeremy went bigger and worked smarter, coasting cautiously while he got the lay of the land before ducking in; quick and clever and dangerous, a Jackal stealing food from the jaws of a wolf.

He poked and prodded and identified the power hierarchies of the city, watched and stole and meddled in anonymity before getting his heart set on royalty, on the Fake AH Crew, and spends a year working on his resume. Jeremy acts like he is somebody, like he’s got a history everyone should know; he works short jobs, careful not to get too close, to align himself with any particular crew, always moving, always improving, and sure enough before long his reputation begins to proceed him. Resourceful, dedicated, wily, a knack for getting into places that look impossible and getting out of trouble that should be fatal. The rare breed of muscle-for-hire who still has scruples, whose moral code trumps any bounty. And that’s interesting, yes, valuable, but it’s not what piqued the interest of the FAHC, not what brought them knocking with an offer of something permanent. No, for those prepared to look a little deeper there is something entirely more fascinating about Jeremy.

See, everyone likes Jeremy; he’s friendly, affable, he works hard and he never complains, is good humoured and difficult to upset. He might not always be doing things people approve of, might be working for the wrong side or working the wrong kind of job but, on a personal level,  from temporary bosses to incidental rivals everybody likes him.

It’s strange, that. Considering who he is, what he does. Considering the world they’re in, the way he looks. Maybe Jeremy’s not awfully tall but he’s overtly muscular; there’s no hiding that kind of strength. Jeremy doesn’t look like a gym-rat, doesn’t look soft or prissy or vain; Jeremy looks like hard work, like well earned, the hardness of someone who uses their body like a weapon. Whose appearance is result rather than intention, and in this world that means danger. In this world that means threat. Hell, more often than not, in this world that means killer.

That’s the kind of hazard people notice, the sort of inherent risk no one takes lightly, but the truely amazing thing about Jeremy is the way he’ll smile and you’ll forget. He’ll laugh and make a dumb joke, eyes soft and hair dyed some impractically fun new colour, and you’ll forget.

Everyone likes Jeremy, he’d wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well. Except for the flies who deserve it, the flies who are other, the ones you’d all hurt, the ones he’s paid to go after. Everyone likes Jeremy, he’s honest and straightforward. Mostly. Except for how he got here, how he waited, except for the clever tricks and sneaky tactics, the way he worked out exactly how to boost himself right to the top. The way the little fish acted like a shark until he became one.

Jeremy doesn’t leave behind bad memories; no one ever has a bad thing to say about him. He climbs the rank of power in Los Santos in mere months and people like him. He leaves a trail of crumpled bodies and burnt-out bridges in his wake and people like him. He falls into place as a key enforcer for the FAHC without a touch of reluctance, without a hint of remorse, and people like him. He’ll stand before you, armed and capable, almost dispassionate in his confidence; the kind of relentless determination that lets nothing stand in the way, the kind of ruthless that should trip every warning bell you have, but he smiles like sunshine, open and friendly and so god damn likeable and man. Somehow you just forget.

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juhhyeon  asked:

cottoncandy & cream uwu

Pastel asks!

cotton candy: favorite tv show


cream: favorite blog


I’ll just make a little list, I suppose… ; ;

@95shua @hoon-seok @kwontv @amemericans @jeongahn @scoupsthighs @junhui @junhue @spectacledwonwoo (Cindy brings out the best of memes) @amillionwon @shuasoo @holyvernon @kwonshua @souppa (also a huge memelord) @gyuuhao @manzae @dokyumswife @pngwonu @seokwifey @haoscary @joshsua @adoregyus @lovendletter @vernun @minhoetastic @icydays @wohnwoo @pumpkinhosh @17vernsol @pledis @pledisofficial @cafewoozi @jihooon @jeonqhan-senpai @luhanss @saltyjeonghan @17tvs @oo-ji @smolgyu @jeup @kiminguy @hughosh @pure-jisoo @1jh @mintgu @wungyom @ftwonwoo @95joshua AND YOU! 

oh my god what did they do to sun like??

why are his eyes blue??? is this now asian jaune? 

i know there’s style changes between poser and maya but this is an entirely new character who is this?? like weren’t sun’s eyes dark gray or something before how do you mess up that detail that badly

is everyone and everything in this show just destined to slowly transform into jaune

hanorganaas  asked:

gimme some cute domestic headcanons involving Fitzsimmons

oh boyohboy Nor i love you but I’m awful at headcanons LETS SEE

  • Simmons usually wakes up first, and cause she’s freezing, she snuggles into Fitz’s chest and falls back asleep
  • Jemma’s alarm is really really annoying and there have been times where Fitz has picked it up to throw it and then he remembers who’s on the other side of the bed
  • When she’s really tired, Jemma just ditches her own pajamas and choses one of fitz’s t-shirts
  • They spend so long talking about their days when they’re in bed that they just fall asleep talking about what happened no matter how exciting
  • after especially hard days, jemma will just topple into their room and collapse into fit’s arms and when he grumbles about not being able to lift her to the bed, she just lifts her legs off the floor and grumbles “deal with it” 
  • if fitz comes home/to their room with something just as small as a cut, she’s wrapping him him up in bandages and kisses and disinfectants and there’s no way that he’s getting out of it
  • if they hold a stare for more than five seconds at work, it goes DOWN the second the doors close at home
  •  they hold hands every time they walk home together whether its to their room on base or their apartment because they can and they’re in love 

sdfjlsdf this was mushy I’m sorry

sleepover saturday!