the burning of the houses of the lords and commons

More MBTI Questions I Need Answers to

DISCLAIMER: I legit need answers actually hahaha, if you can comment that’d be great because MY CURIOSITY NEEDS TO BE QUENCHEDDD  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

- how do I adjust your preprogrammed cookie instructions so that I don’t die from coronary heart disease after eating all your cookies? That stick of butter y'all put into them got my arteries going like @.@
- can I have some more cookies pls? I ate all 12 of them in one sitting
- how often would you like to set your ‘it’s normal to feel insecure’ reminder?

- will you come with me to this party 3 weeks from now? I promise to never leave your side and I heard there will be pets there (my attempt at bribery)
- how do you have the best hugs? what is your secret?!?!?!? I MUST KNOWWW
- how are all of you so uniquely artistic? Every INFJ I know does some kind of knitting, oil painting, guitar playing on the side and THEY’RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT WHAT THEY DOO

- How do animals know to approach you for your mystical blessing (i.e. legendary head rub that makes all the animals kneel before you in praise)?
- y'all have such colourful outfits! Can you share your wardrobe with me?
- is there a cap on the number of art forms you dabble in or is it more like all ISFPs gets at least one?

- can I come with you to Thursday’s yoga class? I don’t have a matching yoga mat, but I’ll bring you that soy drink that you’ve been wanting to try
- how is your social media game so on point? TEACH MEH YOUR WAYSSS
- do you ever randomly forget someone’s name while talking to them? Because that happens to me wayyyy more than it should

- is there a daily tears limit or is it more like a you must meet a certain quota by the end of the month?
- how many years are you granted Special Snowflake status? Or do you renew it every 5 years or something?
- do y'all come out of the womb knowing how to make flower crowns or what? THEY’RE TOO PRETTY TO EXIST HOWWW??!?!?!

- on a scale from 1 (“I never do this”)  to 10 (“what does it feel like to not do this?”), how often do you think about world domination?
- is it possible to like puzzles but also suck really badly at them? Because that’s me T__T
- how often do you wonder about whether or not you messed up a social interaction? how often is too often? oh crap, my INTJ just lagged a little bit, DON’T BLUE SCREEEN NOOOOOOOOOO

- Are y'all anti-change or just pro-routine? because there’s a difference apparently *eyes ENTJ*
- HELPPPP my ISTJ is stuck in a loop/routine!! Is this normal?
- From all the mbti types, pick one to clean your house according to your instructions, one to walk your dog, and one who’s house might collapse into itself from the hoarding unless you intervene

- where are y'all at? I don’t know enough ISTPs
- did you have fun last Friday night? 😉
- how do all of you have this sexy smouldering thing going on?!?! I CAN’T NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOUUUU

- how many hours did you sleep last night? Aim for 8 next time 🙂
- list me your 5 most recent wiki page visits .. I need stuff to do … and researching about a random obscure science thing sounds like a fun Tuesday
- are the science functions pre-installed or is it only calculus that’s pre-installed? How do I upgrade these functions?

- Of all the mbti types, pick one to be your employee, your significant other, and your child
- HOW MANY SUITS DO YOU OWN?!?! Can you lend me one?
- describe your ideal workplace environment (are you turned on by this question?)

- do you get an adrenaline rush when you bulldoze during an argument? because I totally feel that
- what does an ENTJ mating ritual look like? (i.e. how do you act around your crush? or no diff because can’t run StrongFeelings.exe?)
- I think my ENTJ is broken, it keeps running IsolationMode.exe! How do I fix it?!?! T____T

- HEY ESTP! WHERE IS THE PARTY AT!?! Please take me with you, I’ll dance on the porch outside your house if I have to
- how do you feel about manuals? or do you just set them on fire? can we do a group manual burning? *ISTJs are probably having a heart attack*
- Pick one mbti type to kiss, one to marry, and one to have casual sex with

- name me ONE project you’ve ever finished that wasn’t for school/work (y'all get so excited when you start a new project but the old projects feel neglected AF y'know)
- Since you’re the Meme Lord(ess), if you marry a commoner, are they Duchess of Memes or Lady Meme? or Lord Meme? (just throwing that in real quick before the I see pitchforks outside mah house)
- how do y'all have so much air to debate for as long as you do? do ENTPs have unique genetic mutations that allow for larger lung capacity? do y'all double as Olympic swimmers too?

- where do all of our secrets go after we tell them to you? do you have a personalized file on each of us that you flip through from time to time as a bedtime story or what?
- why do all of you want me to reveal my emotional wounds? Is that the equivalent of foreplay or something?
- how do I install PersonalSpace.exe onto my ENFJ?

- how do you have sooooooo many tabs open?!?!?
- do pets come to you or do you come to pets?
- will you take me with you on your next spontaneous surprise trip to Tokyo? All my bags are already packed, just tell me what day we’re going

- why do y'all always smell nice? can I bottle your scent or something?
- do you take dance lessons or is dancing well just a feature of all ESFPs?
- have you seen my butt? Because you’re sexy AF and I’d like to give you permission to dance within 2 ft of it

He’d loved her in his own horrible way and she loved him in hers.  She insisted upon a proper funeral in the tradition of the Old Gods and the New, disallowed the burning of his body.  She did not, however, place Lord Baelish in the crypts with her family; she would never allow the man to remain so close to those whose murders he’d caused.  Instead Sansa had his body placed with those who were once groundskeepers and handmaids.  Lesser men and women, commoners, who gave their service to House Stark, but were not of them.

But oh what damage can be done by the dead when The Wall shatters and winter comes in all its forms for the living.  All it took was a chilled touch to bring him back, glacial-eyed and fever-brained, for revenge.  Littlefinger’s clever words had been cut from his throat, but he remembered.  Mockingbird at his neck, Hand at his breast, he rose and walked at the side of his new king.  The Night King.

On the cold winter winds Sansa swore she could hear Petyr’s warning: “Winter comes for the wolves.”

Little aesthetic and drabble inspired by this quote/concept from @arrow-thru-my-heart by @good-enough-for-me.  I think, maybe, Baelish came out a little Lady Stoneheart-ish, but I’m kinda cool with that, it’d be an interesting play on the books after all.

(The second quote says “tell the wolves I’m home”, thought it fitting, haha!)

Otherworldly - Part One

Hey! As I mentioned one post ago, I had a really strange, long, vivid, and really nostalgic feeling dream last night. I thought I’d write a fic about it, so here’s part one.

Five hundred years after the war with Hybern, and none was well.

Three years after the war, Feyre had been overwhelmed. The blood, the screams, the loss… everything had been too much for her. She had broken down in the middle of the House of Wind, sobbing the names of everyone who had died, in a delirious stupor. Andras. Clare. Father. Suriel. Weaver. Bone Carver. Bryaxis. Andras. Clare. Father. Suriel. Weaver. Bone Carver. Bryaxis. Andras. Clare. Fathe–

And there were so many more. There were the children from the Winter Court who Amarantha had killed. All the Fae that Amarantha and the Attor had slaughtered. The soldiers that Tamlin had had to send out to die for him. The soldier whose whipping she and Ianthe had caused. The citizens of Adriata who had perished in the raid. The Illyrians – her Illyrians, her people – who had lain down their lives for her court without pause, and she and her High Lord had been too involved with each other to even notice. Feyre, who had been too weak to muster the courage to fight on the battlefield with her soldiers.

So men had died. Women had died. Children had died.

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see me (and go through hell) ; theodore nott drabble

summary: during the battle of hogwarts theodore nott waits, until he manages to go outside and face what it seems his worst fear and his biggest release: the death of his father 
words: 1836
disclaimer: work of fiction, original story and universe belongs to the one and only jk rowling no profit gained out of this
comments: i have been wanting to write something like this for months and i got very inspired all of the sudden, i… am not sure if this could be really canon-placed because honestly i have no idea what happened to the slytherin students during the battle so i am just winging it. 

constructive criticism and comments are more than appreciated thank you!!!
read this in ao3

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art moodboard: j.m.w turner
↳ orange/yellow

the decline of the carthaginian empire;  war. the exile and the rock limpet; the burning of the house of lords and commons, 16th october 1834; ulysses deriding polyphemus - homer’s odyssey; river scene with cattle; the angel standing in the sun; sunset on the river; the fighting temeraire; the sun rising through vapour

Westerosi Worldbuilding Wednesday: Hidden History of the North: Lost Lore (Part III)

 Letter #38: The North learned how to make iron through Andal craftsmen captured during the Worthless War.
(Many of these captives would end their days as thralls.)

 Letter #39: The Common Tongue was adopted by House Stark during the last negotiations.

Letter #40: Some of the most (in)famous Stark kings from the time of the Worthless War include Barthogan the Blue, whose invasion of the Three Sisters led to conflict with the Eyrie for the first time
Jorah the Wicked, who sacrificed seven lords to Winterfell’s heart tree after the Third Battle of the Bite
Jonos the Cruel, who burned at the stake Artys Arryn and all seventy-seven of his boon companions
(The crown prince was sixteen at the time and had earned his spurs the day before saving the life of Lord Royce.)
(When word reached the Eyrie of this atrocity along the shores of the White Knife Alicent Borrel slashed open her wrists with a knife to the grief and fury of her surviving children.)
(A pious and gentle woman by all accounts, the Queen Regent had never failed to read to all her children from the Seven-Pointed Star every night before bed.)
Eyron the Esteemed, who spent a decade hunting the Outlaw Prince, Osgood Arryn, only to discover upon capturing him that he was, in truth, the long-missing Princess Alyssa
(Princess Alyssa would spend the rest of her days a hostage at Winterfell, where she became famous for the following things: One, her arguments with Maester Howl, which are recorded in Quarrels of the White Falcon. Two, composing a ballad about the king’s quest to find her, which is said to have become quite popular at court after its first performance moved the queen’s companions to tears. Three, giving birth to Kyle Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell, whose father she refused to name.)
(Were it not for her great friendship with King Eyron and his wife, Sansa Blackwood, this last deed might very well have been her undoing.)
William the Wroth, who was fond of catapulting corpses and could not tell friend from foe in battle
Rodwell the Righteous, who lost the Great Battle of Gulltown
Eddard the Just, who died at the Battle of Coldwater when he was separated from his blood-brothers and surrounded
(Despite his offer of surrender, the king was hacked to death by a dozen knights and his looted body impaled on a stake to be eaten by crows.)
Brandon the Brute, who built a pile of skulls twenty feet high after sacking Sisterton for the third time, and last but not least, Edwyle the Gorgon, who took an arrow in the knee after slaying Jonos V at the Battle of Runestone.

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Hinky the House elf was truly not like all the other house elves. Although crafty, he always needed to be reminded to help out his Mistress, and, although young and healthy, he did not wish to carry out the simplest tasks: cleaning the mansion or preparing five course meals without punishment. Even then, he dared to speak against his Mistress under his nose, and once or twice was caught stealing his Masters’ possessions. The Mistress suspected he might have had some goblin blood in him - how else would you explain such behavior? The Master blamed modern morals and the tolerance propaganda that even House Elves seemed to have picked up. Unimaginable, even the Daily Prophet thinks it is acceptable for purebloods to marry muggles!

Now, he heard, they dared to wish to be represented in the Ministry, and what came next? House elves wanting their own department? What a truly terrifying age to live in.

But Hinky did not wish for a Ministry department. He did not like listening to politics or reading newspapers, and, frankly, he didn’t even like other house elves that much. He did like buttons. Those were his favorite. Watching the youngest Mistress sew those pearls on her gown was his most favorite pastime (until she would notice it, of course: no one would enjoy burning candles thrown at them).

One day the Mistress had a particularly bad day. Some half-blood infant was rumored to had defeated the Dark Lord, and the war was lost. Traitors and mudbloods usurped power and now began arresting those of noble families, as though they were common criminals. And because she could never have a break, not even in the comfort of her own mansion, the tea Hinky served her was cold and not sweet enough. That’s when she finally snapped. “You like buttons so much, yes? Well here you go! Take it! Take it all!” she screamed as she threw her robes right into Hinky’s hands.

She regretted it a second later, of course, but Hinky was long gone by then. 

He didn’t have friends at Hogwarts, and didn’t know that he could ask for a job. He didn’t know where to go, and after a month of wandering around forests and wizard towns found himself a nice tree not far from Hogsmeade, and built himself a house there. He’d sneak up into Hogsmeade at night and find pieces of cloth, and after a while mastered the skill of sewing.

And thus he lived alone for thirteen years to come, not knowing what was going on in the world, not coming across any other elves, and not even craving company, until one day, whilst stealing some nice cloth wizards used to cover their food, he overheard a couple of them talking about a boy named Harry Potter and how he’d freed a House elf named Dobby, and how Lucius Malfoy was furious and they’d all had a good laugh. 

It didn’t take Hinky long to track down Dobby. He didn’t like what he had to say, and did not wish to continue the acquaintance, and did not shed a tear when he heard of Dobby’s demise. He did like Dobby’s sweater, though, and the collection of socks. 

After yet another war ended, and, to the horror of Hinky’s ex-Mistress, the purebloods en masse began to free their House Elves to prove their good faith, Hinky decided that his time had finally come. The rumor of a marvelous free elf who lived in the woods and sewed amazing clothes spread like a wildfire. One after the other the elves of Hogwarts came to Hinky, willing to pay for sweaters and socks their own size. Some even eyed Hinky’s intricate hats and - oh dear - shoes! And as they were all getting paid, so Hinky came into familiarity with Wizarding money. “Oh no, a hat with this many buttons?” he would say. ”At least nine knuts, this is!”

After some consideration, he decided he was a legitimate businessman now, and did not need to steal anymore. He put up a nice sign on his door, prepared a catalogue, and even hired another elf to fetch him cloth and threads. And as the time passed, he seemed to have forgotten all about his Mistress, and the years he spent alone in the woods, and how he’d tried to sew for the first time, with frozen fingers and a twig instead of a needle. 

But then, every year a sock embellished with buttons would appear on Dobby’s grave. A gift, from one free elf to another.

(written and submitted by punkdraco. This is marvelous. Punkdraco imbues this with the spirit of canon while still striking out from the confines of the books, by affording dignity, cleverness, and ingenuity to members of the wizarding world often overlooked. The result is touching and brilliant, a wonderful story.)

Okay, but instead of Enjolras who was rejected by his rich family, give me aristocratic Enjolras with his family of beautiful blonde-haired charmers, who are all as passionate about justice as him. Give me a family of people who are as terrible as they are beautiful, who are lawyers and activists and drastically left-wing socialists, who live in mansions and wear designer clothes and who spend all their time campaigning for the betterment of humanity.

Give me this family who have very few friends who are wealthy and aristocratic like them, because they’re all ignorant and prejudiced, so all their friends are these normal people they’ve found, who hate the way the world works as much as Enjolras and his parents do. Give me a family of people who use and abuse their power to help those who cannot help themselves.

People who bankrupt themselves funding homeless shelters that are like five-star hotels, people who have shouted for hours in whatever political arena (Senates or Commons’ or Houses of Lords or wherever they’re representing the people) they’re in, because the legislation being discussed or proposed disgusts them, people who fight in court the poor, weak and oppressed, and do it for nothing, because they don’t need money, they need justice.

People who burn as brightly as Enjolras and fuelled his fire with their every breath.

What Serala of Myr would have worn, Alfazairy 

Serala married Lord Denys Darklyn, how later rebelled against Aerys the Mad King later called the Defiance of Duskendale. Many people blame Serala for the rebellion, claiming she put the seed of rebellion in her husband’s ear with Myrish poison. Lord Denys took King Aerys II Targaryen captive whilst visiting the castle with a small number of Kingsguard.  Aerys was finally freed when Ser Barristan Selmy sneaked into the Dun Fort, the seat of House Darklyn, and rescued his him, following his liberation and the end of the Defiance, Aerys went on a killing rampage. Serala’s husband and all of his house were beheaded, while she was burned alive, though her tongue was torn out first, along with her female parts, with which it was said she enslaved her lordly husband. Many common folk to this day say Aerys was not harsh enough with her, and spit when they hear her name.

TURNER, Joseph Mallord William
The Burning of the Houses of Lords and Commons, October 16, 1834
Oil on canvas, 92 x 123 cm
Museum of Art, Philadelphia