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every chapter of asoiaf - Catelyn I, A Game Of Thrones

Catelyn took her husband’s hand. “There was greivous news today, my lord. I did not wish to trouble you until you had cleansed yourself.” There was no way to soften the blow, so she tolm him straight. “I am so sorry, my love. Jon Arryn is dead.”
His eyes found hers, and she could see how hard it took him, as she had known it would. In his youth, Ned had fostered at the Eyrie, and the childless Lord Arryn had become a second father to him and his fellow ward, Robert Baratheon. When the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen had demanded their heads, the Lord of the Eyrie had raised his moon-and-falcon banners in revolt rather than give up those he had pledged to protect.
And one day fifteen years ago, this second father had become a brother as well, as he and Ned stood together in the sept at Riverrun to wed two sisters, the daughters of Lord Hoster Tully.

Cure (4)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.

A/N: Part four! Bucky goes to see Banner and finds out more about his past with Y/N, while they find out about that something in his head. 

Oh, and things get sexy. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Banner is nice enough. He keeps calling me James, though, and it’s a little confusing. Everyone here keeps calling me Bucky, and getting used to that one name was tough enough as it is. Now that I remember.. some difficult times, it’s a little exhausting to remind myself to answer to ‘James’ as well.

But he’s nice and lets me know what everything he’s using is for, so I decide to keep my trap shut and just roll with it. They’re trying to help me, after all. See how long it’ll take before I regain all of my memories, and I can’t wait for that to finally fucking happen. 

A voice from the ceiling startles the living shit out of me when Doctor Banner asks some one called Friday what my brain-scan tells her.

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Looking At You (Post CACW Winteriron)(Part One)

Welcome to the story! I am honestly so excited to share this one with you. Winteriron is my FAVORITE, and even though this story will be sad and hard to read in some spots, I hope you all love it like I do.

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Enjoy :)
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Prologue
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“Hey, Tony can I–”

“Jesus.” The plate Tony was holding shattered across the kitchen floor when it slipped through his fingers. “Jesus, Steve sorry about that. Sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve said with a frown, and Tony just shook his head.

“It’s fine. Just lost a little in my head is all.” He bent down to start cleaning up the mess.

“Let me hel–”

“I got it.” Tony waved him away. “What can I do for you, Captain?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could take a look at Bucky’s arm? It’s been freezing up or not flexing or something and it’s hurting him quite a bit. I told him you’d be happy to help him with it.”

Happy to help–” Tony cleared his throat. “That’s fine. But I’m busy, so send him to Banner. He’s got access to everything in the lab anyway.”

“I was hoping you would–”

“I’m busy, Steve.” Tony wiped his hands on his pants and raised his eyebrows. “Banner is smarter than me anyway, he will find a fix faster than I can. Sorry, I just can’t right now. Sorry.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll just take him to Banner then.” Steve sent him an odd look, but turned and left anyway, and Tony sank down into a chair, sitting on his hands so it wasn’t quite as obvious they were shaking.
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“Sorry, Clint, uh, you guys, I didn’t realize you were in here.” Tony did an abrupt about face and headed right back out of the room, and Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Tony. It’s not a problem.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Tony held up his hands peacefully and Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“Since when do you care if you are intruding, just come in and sit down. It’s called a common area, Stark.”

“Lay off.” Sam sent her a sharp glance. “You don’t have to say everything like it’s an insult.”

“Excuse me?” Natasha’s voice rose the slightest bit and Tony coughed loudly.

“Hey, it’s all fine. Let’s not fight okay? No worries, no harm no foul. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s fine. All I needed was my tablet, it’s just there on the end table, I’ll just grab it.”

“Here, Tony.” Sam tossed it to him and Tony caught it, but just barely, bringing it down to his side before anyone noticed the slip.

“Ok. Ok thanks guys. See ya. Sorry again.” He turned and left, trying to slow his breathing down a little.

He hated when they fought.

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  • Bruce: I'm freaking out a little bit here, Tony. I'm not doing well with this. Think of something. How are we gonna fix this? Think.
  • Tony: You know I can't think on demand like that.
  • Bruce: Think!
  • Tony: Stop saying think! Every time you say think all I can think is the word think—
  • Bruce: All right, all right!
  • Tony: And it fills up my whole brain. Think, think, think. It keeps changing colors and sizes, I can't get past it!
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I’m honored… to be entrusted with the care of yer son. But Dougal speaks true. I will use every option in my power to defeat the British, and that includes raising the MacKenzie banner. I do not doubt yer fighting spirit, but I know that you will not sacrifice your men needlessly. If the cause is lost, then you will put the lives of yer men above all else.
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The Grand Tournament of the Fury 2017

Once more we call upon the champions of Eorzea! Take arms and raise your city-state’s banner high – it’s time for the Grand Tournament of the Fury!

To be held for two weeks during the Third Astral Moon, beginning at the 7th bell at Camp Dragonhead:

Tournament of the Mark (Ranged) – 19th Sun (Friday, May 19th,  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Blade (Melee) – 21st Sun (Sunday, May 21st,  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Wand (Magic) – 26th Sun (Friday, May 26th  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Lance (Joust) – 28th Sun (Sunday, May 28th  7 pm EST)

A celebratory ball in honor of the four champions shall follow in the Pillars, beginning the 7th bell on the 2nd sun of the Third Umbral Moon. (Friday, June 9th at 7pm EST).

Entry is open to all citizens of the Eorzean Alliance, Doma, and Ala Mhigo. Come compete for your city-state to see who is truly worthy of the Fury’s favor! Vendors, bookmakers, and live performers shall be in attendance. Proceeds from the tournament will go towards charitable efforts for all city states involved.

Please send all notes of registry, interest, and inquiry to Lady Eliane Dufresne or to Lady Gwenneth Gilrouis, in the service of House Durendaire.



OOC:

It’s back, folks, and better than ever! Come help us say farewell to beautiful Ishgard right before Stormblood hits! The Dufresne Bellworks will be hosting a good old-fashioned medieval-style tournament once again. There will be four events and four champions, with herald announcers to keep you hyped!:

Ranged Tournament/Champion of the Mark

Melee Tournament/Champion of the Blade

Magic Tournament/Champion of the Wand

Chocobo Jousting/Champion of the Lance

This year, the Tournament will be split over 4 days across the span of two weeks, in order to ensure everyone can attend all four events. There will be no grand champion competition this year; instead, we want to celebrate the four individual champions during the ball! As always, winning a championship also means winning fabulous prizes!

Grand Tournament 2017 Prize List:
Now available!


This year, we’ll have a Professional Bookmaker with whom you can place (RPed, no actual gil, please) bets. Whoever wagers successfully on the outcome of the tournament can also win a fun prize!

Additionally, we’re looking to have a fairgrounds area where spectators can buy food and merchandise and listen to live performances between the bouts. If you are a part of a bard, merchant, or culinary FC and would like to set up a stall, let’s talk! Please send a PM on tumblr or the RPC, or an in-game /tell to Eliane Dufresne, Gwenneth Gilrouis, Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn, or Martiallais Heuloix.

For full information on the tournament, as well as tournament rules, please click here. Event attendance and participation is open to everybody who isn’t an Imperial! (Though we encourage our Imperial friends to sneak in anyway. ;) )



***PLEASE NOTE!***: IF YOU ARE PLANNING ON COMPETING THIS YEAR, PLEASE REGISTER WITH US BY WEDNESDAY, MAY 17TH.
Contact us via PM on Tumblr or the RPC, or send an in-game /tell to either Eliane Dufresne or Gwenneth Gilrouis, and let us know the following:

-Your character name

-What City-State your character will be representing

-What events your character will be competing in

If for whatever reason you are unable to make the tournament after all, please let us know ASAP so we can update the brackets accordingly.

Additionally, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HELP DONATE TO THE PRIZE POOL, either for the tournament or the ball, please contact Eliane Dufresne or Gwenneth Gilrouis to transfer your items BY WEDNESDAY, MAY 17th. For the sake of keeping the event running smoothly, we will not accept any item or gil donations after this date. Donors will be credited.

If you have any questions or comments, please contact Eliane Dufresne (@tea-and-conspiracy), Gwenneth Gilrouis (@rose-in-the-stone), Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn (@endangered-liaison), or Martiallais Heuloix (@mythrilreflections) for more details. We hope you’re all as excited as we are. See you there, Balmung!

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Long Live The Celebration Of the International Working Women’s Day

On this historic date, we celebrate the struggle and achievements of working women throughout the world against the tyranny of a male driven society and its patriarchal power structure, fuelled and supported by the foul socio-economic beast that is capitalism. While many women in history resisted and fought the subjugation of their rights, women with socialist ideals took on the harsh mantle of organising, educating, and agitating fellow comrades into engaging a war against wage slavery, the absence of democratic rights, and a society that even today sees them as sexual objects, property which men can rely as a servant of comfort and breeding.

We must also not forget the women first ignored by these movements, such as black women, women of colour, trans women, and lesbians. Now more than ever we must pool all our resources, educate, and agitate fellow women in this ceaseless struggle for women rights on a global scale and garner all possible strength to defend fellow black women and women of colour who are constantly targeted by the fascist institutions of ‘law’, trans women and lesbians that suffer the continuous judgement of a bigoted conservative society that drives them to the point of suicide. We must raise the red banner in solidarity with the women of third world countries that are constantly exploited and worked to death so that women in first world countries can have a life full of commodities and social rights.

Without socialism and solidarity towards all women , the proletarian war against capitalism and patriarchy will be for naught. Without correcting the errors of the past, of ostracising women from communist parties, the proletarian war against capitalism and patriarchy will be for nothing. Without giving the red banner of solidarity and workers power to women, the proletarian war against capitalism and patriarchy will be a failure.

What the last Storm Queen, Argella Durrandon, would have worn, Alberta Ferretti

Princess Argella Durrandon was the daughter and only child of Argilac the Arrogant, the last Storm King. When Aegon the Conqueror sent Orys Baratheon (his hand of the king), to take Storm’s End the Storm King rode out to meet them in battle where, Orys slew Argilac Durrandon in single combat, and the remaining stormlander army fled. 

Princess Argella then barred the gates of Storm’s End and declared herself Storm Queen at the approach of Orys Baratheon and the Targaryen host, and when Queen Rhaenys flew Meraxes into the castle to parley, Argella announced that the defenders of Storm’s End would die to the last man. However, her garrison refused to share the fate of Harrenhal and revolted, raising a peace banner and delivering Argella to Orys’s camp, gagged and chained. Orys, however, treated her kindly and told her of her father’s courage facing death. For winning Storm’s End Aegon gave Orys the rule of the Stormlands, and he married Argella and to honor her house took their sigil and words as his own and become the first lord of Storm’s End.

Can the Vietnamese fans tonight please raise their Haechan posters/banners and scream his name or “WE LOVE YOU LEE DONGHYUCK” or whatever form to show him how much we truly love him from the bottom of our hearts?????? 😢💚💚

He Can Try

Title: He Can Try
Pairing: Peter Parker/You (Romantic), Tony Stark/You (parental)
Character(s): Peter Parker/Spiderman, Stark!reader
Plot: Cocky Stark genetics vs cute boys
Warnings: none?
Words: 1155
 A/N: cinematic continuum? What’s that? :)
A/n 2: requested by Frosty0Python on Wattpad

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Princess Argella Durrandon was the daughter and only child of Argilac the Arrogant, the last Storm King. In the battle called the Last Storm, Orys Baratheon slew Argilac Durrandon in single combat, and the remaining stormlander army fled. At the approach of Orys Baratheon and the Targaryen host, Argella barred the gates of Storm’s End and declared herself Storm Queen. Rather than bend the knee, she promised when Queen Rhaenys flew Meraxes into the castle to parley that the defenders of Storm’s End would die to the last man. “You may take my castle, but you will win only bones and blood and ashes,” she announced, but the soldiers of the garrison proved less eager to die. That night they raised a peace banner, threw open the castle gate, and delivered Lady Argella gagged, chained, and naked to the camp of Orys Baratheon. It is said that Orys unchained her with his own hands, wrapped his cloak around her, poured her wine, and spoke to her gently, telling her of her father’s courage and the manner of his death. And afterward, to honor the fallen king, he took the arms and words of the Durrandon for his own. The crowned stag became his sigil, Storm’s End became his seat, and Lady Argella his wife.

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Eva Green as Argella Durrandon