►►Game of Thrones S6E10 : The Winds of Winter


Air Date : April 24th, 2016
Season Number : 6
Episode Number : 10
Episode Name : The Winds of Winter
Networks : HBO
Genres : Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Action & Adventure, Drama

Tyrion counsels Daenerys on the upcoming campaign. Jon and Sansa discuss their future. Trials begin in King’s Landing.

Alfie Allen, Jessica Henwick, Rosabell Laurenti Sellers, Jacob Anderson, Lena Headey, Carice van Houten, Tom Wlaschiha, Conleth Hill, Hannah Murray, Kit Harington, Peter Dinklage, Keisha Castle-Hughes, Max von Sydow, Liam Cunningham, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Sophie Turner, Iwan Rheon, Natalie Dormer, Aidan Gillen, Kristian Nairn, Jerome Flynn, Isaac Hempstead Wright, Daniel Portman, Ellie Kendrick, Indira Varma, Emilia Clarke, Michiel Huisman, Ben Crompton, Jonathan Pryce, Diana Rigg, John Bradley, Maisie Williams, Nathalie Emmanuel, Kristofer Hivju, Pilou Asbæk

About Summers and Winters

Hey Sunshines! Tudo bem com vocês? Bem, cá estou eu de novo para avisar: as atualizações são emocionais (moonface). Acontece que eu só consigo ter inspiração quando tudo está saindo do jeito que deveria ser então… Sem mais delongas, boa leitura. (Leiam as notas finais)
Música do capítulo: Hurricane- Halsey

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The signs as things Bucky Barnes has probably said
  • Aries:you can't spell assassin without two asses and I think that's great.
  • Taurus:Are plum smoothies a thing... *googles it* OH SHIT YES THEY ARE
  • Gemini:I may be a walking mental disaster, but at least I'm a gay™ walking mental disaster.
  • Cancer:Thanks to Steve, my right arm never gets tired
  • Leo:*exaggerated and theatrical sigh* Thank you, Sam, for getting me a cooler and a walking cane for my birthday. *quieter* I'll use the cane to beat you and the cooler to hide the body.
  • Virgo:there's a fetus in a red onesie shooting cobwebs outside and Steve, I have not dealt with this shit since '43
  • Libra:do we really have to run this much on missions?? Why can't we speed-walk like a mom at a Macy's sale instead???
  • Scorpio:*while drunk off his ass* Steve, I wanna go as a cougar for Halloween... No, not the animal.
  • Sagittarius:Natasha, you should name your new cat T'Challa..... you think I'm joking
  • Capricorn:*singing karaoke* JUST A SMALL-TOWN GIRL... LIVIN IN A LONELY WORLD... SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN and fell from it, the end.
  • Aquarius:Tony, let me into the Avengers Tower, there's a vulpix in there goddammit
  • Pisces:I may be 90, but i'm still hip and cool and fucking Mr. United States so w/e

Hello and goodbye. I am Bucky Barnes, and this is my letter to you. 
I don’t have much time.

If I could, I would write pages upon pages, line upon line
Stroke upon stroke.
But I can’t.
They’re listening; they’re everywhere.
They stain the walls with dried blood and grime
And plague the inner workings of my mind
I cannot escape them.
This place is filthy; horrors echo through the iron cell, reminding me that I am not a person.
Only an asset.
The red star is a symbol of my death
And each time I see its evil glint on my left arm, I hold my breath.
I have one memory of my mother. She told me when I’m afraid,
I need to close my eyes and be strong.
I did that while I was strapped to a chair made of lightning.
And when I woke up, I forgot who I was.
She said the bad thoughts go away, but they don’t.
The entities manifest in 10 words, buzzing in my head like a plague of moths. My mind is a corpse of what it used to be.

There are some things I adore
One being a distant memory of a blonde haired man,
And the other a red-headed girl I see in the outer circles of this hell.
I don’t know her name; and I don’t know the man’s name.
But they help me deal with this nightmare.
The girl reminds me of a blood red sunset and the man reminds me of a life I never got to live.
The distant memory of my mom helps too. I can feel her warm smile when I’m locked inside the cage of forgetfulness.
I didn’t want this. I never asked for this. I joined the fight for peace,
But now I’m fighting for what’s left of my sanity. 
I was unaware of the darkness lurking beneath the layers of false hope
And now I’m a deer caught in headlights,
falling quickly into oblivion.
I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I pray next to the metal bars that drip with the memories I can no longer recall. I pray for a god to deliver me into exaltation-

I hear the demons coming. Their laughter is bouncing off the brick barriers. It’s a haunting sound.
I have to go. But before I do, I’ll tell you this.
They will break me, torment me, hurt me.
When I’m strapped to the chair of lightning, or when I’m bleeding on the floor in the name of supposed restoration,
I will get back up and write to you again, because that is how I will be strong.
I will be strong. 
I promise.

—  Bucky’s letters from behind the iron walls of HYDRA. (Part 1) Jasmine Walter (Part 2 found here)

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Name:  Justine Salzet
Age: 24 years old
Location: Paris, France
Camera: Praktica MTL3 / Canon EOS 1000F / La Sardina (Lomography)
Favourite film:  Kodak Ektar, Lomography Color Negative, Kodak Elite Chrome, Fuji Provia (and it’s a bit of a risk but I also love using expired film)

Justine on why she shoots film:

“As far as I remember I always shoot film. It began when I was six and my parents offered me a little camera for children, analog was the only way to take pictures and we were not flooded by pictures. People could really take time to shoot and I remember afternoons watching photographies with my family. That’s what I don’t want to loose, the photography as an object, something which really takes your life on a break, and when you watch it, it brings you back exactly where you were at this moment, what happened before, and what happened next. It’s like a trip into the past! When I grow up, I did cinema studies and I really love the grain and composition of some movies like Jarmusch or Gus Van Sant movies. Shooting with film helps me to show people how I see the world and it also forces me to a requirement: I have to train my eye, and train myself to feel the moment, this unique moment where you shoot something or someone with an idea but you also have to let accident enter in the process because you have no idea what you’ve got, you can only imagine it. And when you get the developed film back and see you nailed it, there is no better feeling! Even if it’s not like you want, this part of surprises, sometimes what could seems to be imperfections can be more interesting than what you expected first.

I still shoot film because it creates an atmosphere of trust, you can’t cheat with analog, So take this old camera in your grand-parents attics and go shoot films!”

About Justine’s portfolio:

‘It was my first big escape and one of my dreams to go to Iceland. I went there with my boyfriend and we had a lot of adventures. Landscapes were totally breath taking, and that’s what I wanted to show in my pictures. Nature is omnipresent, savage and there is a multitude of different landscapes. I try to show that and I also want to show these like places of a dream, kind of surreal places where you can imagine yourself, pictures of an imaginary world where you can do whatever you want because there is no one to judge you. You are here, alone with the nature and you can stop for a moment and think. Being there was so inspiring, every road take you to something new, something you weren’t prepare for. And when you finally walk near human installations, nature is so powerful that it’s like a dream because you just ask yourself why is this house here?“

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The Bus Stop

Characters: You x Baekhyun
Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life

Gray clouds snaked out of your pursed lips, traveling up to the velvety, black sky to reunite with its ancestors.  Closing your eyes, your tongue stuck out to catch the snowflakes that danced down from the Heavens just to melt into shapeless forms under your last ounce of warmth.  Like the straw that broke the camel’s back, the winter’s ornament had effortlessly brought you down to your knees.      

Isn’t it ironic that only when the depths of our center core squeeze together and our fingertips grow numb from the frigid cold, do we finally begin to feel again?   Just like how when everything’s perfect, we never realize its existence until it all falls apart like glass against metal.

He had told you to wait for him at the bus stop.  So you’d wait even as the sun set and rose again, even when the rooster called and the squirrels sneaked out during the warmest part of the day to scavenger hunt for an ample supply of food to hibernate for the rest of winter.  You threw it a piece of your honey bread.  It sniffed it three times before nibbling at the sugary goodness and standing up on its hind legs to beg for more. Again, you threw it another piece – though this time, visibly smaller, for you were hungry yourself.  The starving rodent took two cautious steps closer to ask for more.

But I have no more to give…

But you do anyway…

What can I give if love isn’t enough anymore?

When winter nights and summer air both remind me of you?

What do I do then?

What can…I do?

Within minutes, all that was left, in your hands, were the plastic remains of the wrapper and drips of melted sugar.  The squirrel left without any words – of course, did you really expect it to thank you?

Just like you…who left me waiting at the bus stop never knowing when you’d arrive.

When the moon glowed mid-air, you finally realized he wasn’t coming.  So you got on, not knowing where you were headed to.  For we all get lost sometimes, and in those split moments when we are lost, we try with all our might to find ourselves.  Things fall apart in life to let others come together again.

“Last stop, Ma’am,” the bus driver spoke.  You nodded and got off.

It was a very quiet village with tiny fireballs of light brightening the narrow path before you.  Like a feline chasing a laser beam, you followed the little fairies as they led you across a bridge and down a lane filled with twigs and sharp rocks.  One managed to impale through your leather boots, causing accumulated patches of snow to leak in.  Ignoring your soggy socks, you continued to trail the green glow until it abruptly shut off and flew high, back into God’s embrace.  And just like that, your own shadow disappeared in the pitch-black dusk.    


“Baekhyun-ah…” you whispered into the Crystal Lake before you.

Your words to this world like songs of a prayer, drifting into nothingness…          

Sometimes even when you put your absolute effort into something, it doesn’t work out.  Because, in reality, you don’t get that “A” for effort.  And it hurts.  It hurts so, so much because you gave it your all – your everything until now, you are just an empty shell walking on thin ice, hoping it wouldn’t break.

But a thin line appeared, casting off into more and more branches until your weight was sent slipping into the hyperboreal lake.  Numb fingers snatched against the hanging ice in last attempts to hold on.  But no matter how tight you grasp, or how much you didn’t want to let go, the icicle detached itself and plunged into the depths of another world with you.

There wasn’t a single inch of your body that hurt anymore.  It’s odd, but you felt so safe; this world invited you in.  You no longer had to act a certain way, smile widely even when you were breaking apart on the inside, or pretend you were someone you weren’t.  So you stopped paddling.

Creatures of the aquatic realm swam out to embrace you into your new home.  Daringly, you reached out your arm as they encircled around you in a celebratory dance.  It’s so, so odd how you felt warm on the inside despite the frigid temperatures.

But then, you saw a sparkle…your eyes shot open.  A white light glowed amidst the dark.


What more can I give you if my love isn’t enough for you anymore?

Tell me…and I will change.

Don’t look at other girls…even…even if they are prettier…or more talented than me.

I gave you my every thing because you are my every thing.

Your mouth opened and immediately your lungs filled in with salty water.  Squeezing your burning eyes shut, you awoken from the alternative reality – this false reassurance of another world, to thrash your feet around and pop your arm to the surface of the water to cry for help.

Seconds passed, then minutes.  Eventually, you summoned enough of your dying strength to plop up onto a slab of ice and roll to safety.  On the wet dirt, you huffed and puffed, hugging your freezing body against yourself.  For even in your toughest times, sometimes you have to be willing to save yourself to be saved.

Two weeks later, you sat in a café.  Across from you was your boyfriend, well…exclusive guy friend, Byun Baekhyun.  Spread across his face was the familiar cheesy smile and puppy dog eyes.  You lifted your coffee mug and sipped on the hot chocolate, letting the silky liquid scald the tips of your tongue and warm up your heart.

His nasally voice that rung like silver bells and wintry carols, called out your name.

“Hmm?” you hummed, not looking up from the ripples on the surface of the chocolaty drink.

“Remember how two weeks ago, we promised to meet at the bus stop –” he began but you cut him off.

“Oh-oh, sorry I couldn’t make it,” you lied.

You watched as his feigned smile dropped.  Liquid welled in his eyes.

“Y-you…didn’t go?” he blinked.

“Oh no…I had a meeting…sorry…” you continued to lie as you stared out the window.

Do you know how long I waited for you?

Do you know how cold it was?

But you kept quiet because you knew that if you told him, he’d either apologize and shower you with his aegyo that always got you to lower your guard or he’d change the situation into some joke to comfort himself.

“You…really…didn’t even try going?” Baekhyun sourly asked, the knuckles of his hands turned white from holding onto the mug for too long.

Blinking back tears, you nodded, “Mmhm.  Sorry”.

With his face turned away from you, he let out a bitter laughter.  

So…it’s over between us, right?

Even before it began…

“Well,” he gritted his teeth, “I didn’t go either”.  You saw his lips tremble.

“Yeah, I know you didn’t…” you murmured.

His phone buzzed, just like every time you two went on your dates.  In fact, you don’t remember the last time he didn’t apologize and left first.

And just as you expected, Baekhyun slowly held his head up and gazed at you with those water-rich orbs before melting your name into the crevices of his tongue.

“I-I have to go.  Sorry, I’ll call you tonight, okay?” he spoke, squeezing your hand and rushing out the door.  But you grabbed hold of his arm.  His brows furrowed.

Turning to him with your liquid smooth eyes, you whispered, “…Can you stay?  Just this once?”  I need you…

His shaded eyes narrowed as he weighed the pros and cons.  Am I not enough for you to stay just this one time?

Throwing his signature grin on, the human puppy blew up his cheeks and said in a high-pitched, squeaky voice, “Bbuing bbuing”.

You don’t even blink.

“Jagiya…please don’t be mad.  I’ll call you tonight, okay?” he promised again.

Lowering your head in disappointment and self-shame, you turned back to sip your drink.

“Jagiya…” Baekhyun called.  But his phone buzzed again.

“Hello?  Yeah, I’m coming!” he spoke into the phone.

Squatting on the floor to observe your blank expression, the young man spoke, “Jagiya…I’ll stop by your house tonight, after practice, okay?” To seal in the deal, he tilted his head and leaned in to peck you gently on your lips.  

“No.  No, you don’t have to anymore.  Let’s not see each other anymore,” you firmly spoke, bringing the empty mug up to your lip to reserve as much of the left over heat as possible.

Baekhyun’s face knotted together.

“Jagiya…” he begged, squeezing your hand.

“Go!” you spoke coldly but his grip on your hand tightened.    

Yet, as soon as his phone rang again, he let you go and rushed out of the door while repeating his promise to stop by in the evening again.

So you sat in the coffee shop, alone, like all the other times, staring out the window and watching as the man, you loved, sprinted out on the orders of his manager and company, like a puppy chained by the neck.  You knew it was selfish of you to want more – to want to be official – to want to have dates that began with the two of you holding hands and ended with a kiss on the forehead.

So as you watched the icicles crack and slam against the floor, you decided that perhaps short-term pain is better than long-term pain.  Break it off while your heart still can.  For no matter how long you waited or how many buses stopped by, if it isn’t your bus, then it was never meant to be.

Goodbye…my love.          


a/n: Hi everyone!  How have my bunnies been?  I’m sorry I’ve been MIA.  x_x agh, i’ve been unmotivated these days.  This scenario was actually written in January but I never had the courage to post it up because it’s kinda sad and correlated to something that happened to me back in the beginning of the year.  ><  

I also wanted this to be part of the “Winter Series” where EXO members all get their own scenario - girl and them break up due to misunderstands or feelings fading.  And then there would be a “Summer Series” where they get back together.

So…um…I may do a follow-up oneshot for this if people like it enough haha.  I also wrote YiXing oneshot that ended up similarly but I think I am going to change the ending for that.  (May post up tomorrow).  

By the way, SHOOT ME A MESSAGE IF YOU GOT YOUR EXODUS ALBUMS AND HAVE SUHO/TAO PHOTOCARD (LIVE IN U.S.A.).  I feel safer trading (still thinking about it…) with my mutuals!    

First taste of winter

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Originally posted by justthesexiestmen

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2193

Summ: Memories of past winters turn painful and Dean tries to help change the mood. Can be read as a stand-alone one shot but is also a continuation of the Halloween Games story line. Wee bit of smut. Honestly, I’m not sure how far this goes into the whole smut territory. I’m guessing slightly smutty. Fluff with a touch of smut? Flut? That just sounds dirty. I’m making this worse. LOL. Let me know what you think and I’ll have an idea for future ratings. 

Have yourself a merry little Christmas. -Jensen Ackles.

That first breath of winter had always been so invigorating. It brought forth images of snow, brilliant light displays- both small and extravagant-, and the all-encompassing-sometimes overwhelming- sweet yet spicy scent of nutmeg, clove, and cinnamon.

I looked out a small window I had found in a back hallway that faced the woods behind the bunker. I once tried finding the window from outside but the men of letters had somehow made it impossible to see. I enjoyed coming to this secluded area of the bunker to be alone and watch the small birds and animals because something about their movement had a calming effect on me. But today I barely saw what was really happening because my thoughts had transformed those woods into my childhood backyard.

A fresh coat of snow covered the ground and it glistened in the dull light the clouds let through. I remember my brother and I playing until our hands were numb and our noses bright red. We would build a snowman family and then pelt them with snowballs until we turned the rest of our built up ammo supply on each other.

When we would finally trudge into the house seeking the warmth that was depleted from our bodies, our mother’s special hot cocoa with two big marshmallows floating on top would be waiting for us on the dining room table, still steaming. She always seemed to know when we would give up fighting our internal warning system that we were probably close to hypothermia and come inside. I never did understand how she did it but the hot chocolate was always perfect, every single time. My brother and I would wrap our freezing hands around the mug and stick our numb, red faces directly in the steam.  It didn’t matter if the extreme change in temperature stung a bit; the drink was just too good to put down.

I brought my mug of coffee to my lips and sipped. The coffee had already cooled. I glanced down almost seeing a marshmallow floating there but it was only a haunting fragment of the memory. I gazed out the window into the snowless woods but at least the trees still had the festive spirit. The reds, golds, and yellows contrasted nicely against the green grass. Winter had yet to strip the trees of their fall colors but with the temperatures reaching new lows every day, it would not be long before winter pushed this view into one of barren hibernation.

That first breath of winter used to bring fresh hope and anticipation but now my heart just aches. The images, smells, and everything else it evokes only hurts because it reminds me of what I no longer had. It was just another stab to the chest of what I will never get to experience again. And no matter how hard I try to get past it, it clings like a needy, starving child.  They seem to grow in number too. My mother used to always say not to give milk to the neighborhood cats because it would just draw more. My memories seem to do the same.

“Hey. I’ve been looking for you.” Dean’s throaty morning rasp whispered behind me just before his arms slipped around my waist. He nuzzled my neck and then settled his chin on my shoulder.

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Before The Mission [Part 6 / ?]

Post Civil War Series (Before The King)

[Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five ]

Pairing: T’Challa x Ex-Avenger!Reader

Characters [in order of appearance]: Reader, T’Challa, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Jeremy (OC), Tony Stark, Brief Mention of Other Characters.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence, and Suggestive Themes.

Word Count: 4.7k+

A/N: I’m so relieved I was able to get back on track with this series. It’s been long enough, so enjoy! x. T

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Odessa  | Present Day


            You and T’Challa kept ten paces behind Bucky’s form on the slightly crowded sidewalk, everyone spread out on both sides of the street tailing the target. It was hard to avoid someone walking and also not lose track of Bucky’s tall form, his new look having completely thrown you off, but T’Challa guided you along with subtle brushes of his fingers on your arm.

           Steve’s voice crackled through the comm link as you were forced to pause at a crosswalk, “Y/N, what did he want with Siberia?”

           You were peering over a woman’s shoulder, eyes burned into the back of Bucky’s head as he got further and further ahead. You glanced around at the people crowded on the street corner and stepped into T’Challa, his gaze dropping briefly to you before he placed his hand on the small of your back.

           “I didn’t get much, but the guy he was meeting was the one who mentioned it,” you whispered through the comm, “Something about other super soldiers getting killed in their sleep.”

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