what to do with red

♡ sweet asks ♡

vanilla - how has your week been?

chocolate - what do you crave right now?

red velvet - what type of music do you like?

ice cream - if you were an animal, what kind would you be?

cake - describe your ideal location

mocha - what are three things that make you feel warm inside?

frosting - describe your appearance

marshmallow - do you sleep with plushies? if so, which are your favorites?

sorbet - describe an ideal summer day

butterscotch - describe an ideal autumn day

caramel - describe an ideal winter day

pecan - describe an ideal spring day

mint - what’s new in your life?

pie - “home is where…”

macaroon - list three things you feel inspired to do

anonymous asked:

How about Sam meeting Sansa, and then teasing Jon about her?

(Here you go my dear, I hope you like it!)

“Sam, meet Sansa.”

“Lovely to meet you, my lady,” says Sam, bowing politely. Sansa smiles.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Sam. It’s a pleasure.” As he rises, he notices Jon’s face. The typically brooding man is smiling gently. Sansa excuses herself and goes over to join Brienne and Podrick.

“You love her!”

Jon freezes and glares at Sam. “What?”

“Is it the red hair? You do seem to love girls with red hair!” He’s practically giggling, which earns him a swift kick to the shins.

“Shut up,” says Jon, blushing furiously. “Don’t let her hear.”

“Oh, Jon, there’s no use in hiding it. Anyone with eyes can see how you look at her.”

It’s true, but Jon is obviously trying to deny it. He hides his face behind a mug of ale, chugging it slowly with a brooding stare lingering in his eyes. It does nothing to mask the fact that he’s hopelessly in love with Sansa Stark.

“I don’t know if she loves me,” he says. Sam snorts. He can tell from the way she glances over at Jon every few minutes that Sansa is just as smitten as Jon.

“Well, you know noth-”

“Shut up,” says Jon.

sce-to-aux  asked:

Hello! I was looking through the Court Dress tag and I often see them wearing red sashes (sometimes blue too, but a lot of red). Do you know what that signifies?

The sashes went together with orders. The blue one was a part of the order of St. Andrew. This order was only awarded to males - the sole exception being the Empress of Russia. All the other women of the Imperial family had to be content with the red sash that complemented a different order, that of St. Catherine.


just two guys….bonding… i can’t believe this is my first contribution to this amazing show…

  • Kilorn: They call me coffee because I grind so fine ;)
  • Mare: Oh my God
  • Cal : They call me coffee because I keep you up past 2am
  • Mare : Cal, stop it
  • Maven : They call me coffee-
  • Mare : Please no
  • Maven : Because I’m dark and bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of who I am.
  • Mare: Oh.
RT Fan Gothic
  • A man sneezes while five other men are talking over him. You know exactly which one sneezed. 
  • Your brain is now unsure if someone has actually said this or if you can hear their voice in your head.
  • There is a cult for an editor. We are all members of said cult. We all bring our hands together above our heads. We worship this editor. PE/\KE. SPE/\K. P E /\ K E S P E /\ K
  • There is an infinite number of Adams. 
  • You click on a video that is 10 minutes long. You black out and come to hours later, watching a different, but similar video.
  • You are called a shizno and you feel insulted. You do not know what this word means, but you are insulted.
  • All your money is disappearing. You don’t know where it’s going, nor do you remember spending it, but merchandise keeps showing up on your doorstep. You have so much merchandise. Your room is covered with so many posters that they cover the windows. No way in. No way out. You only wear merchandise now. 
  • One man is constantly constantly shirtless and this is not questioned.
  • You wanted to watch a silly show about soldiers in a canyon. You didn’t know what you were signing up for. It wasn’t this. Anything but this. 
  • There are two pairs of Joel and Adams and no one ever knows which one a person is referring to.
  • There are screencaps of tweets on tumblr before the staff has even tweeted it.
  • Another hypothetical situation has been discussed. They must have hundreds of millions of dollars at this point.
  • A man is impregnated with an alien child, but this is fine. This is perfectly normal. This child grows up and plays on the basketball team. This is perfectly normal.
  • You feel the strange compulsion to add “as dicks” to everything you say.
  • There have been terrible, terrible things done For The Kids.
  • For some reason the dynamite is kind.
  • Certain state names make you cry.
  • One man is simultaneously the dumbest and smartest person alive. You do not question this.
  • A different man is at once a murderous dark god, a loving husband, and a gigantic nerd. This, too, is never questioned.
  • There are four of the exact same person. Not cloned, however. The clones are a different story we must never speak of.
  • Everything is also a gun.
  • You must pick a team in the great battle of red versus blue. Friendships have been ruined over picking the wrong team. There is no remaining neutral. 
  • No one thinks twice about giving a child access to weapon gun hybrids, nor do they reconsider letting them fight the monsters of the world. Clearly, a man has made many, many mistakes.
  • You do not know who this drunk man declaring that he is the cheese master is, but you accept his mastery of cheese.
  • We wonder why we’re here. We see it as one of life’s greatest mysteries.

Happy simming for Autism Acceptance Month <3