She touched his face. “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that.” She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”
yeah really fucking noncon. fuck you fuck you fuck you
F U C K Y O U
how I leave uncomfortable situations
have you ever read a fic and your favorite character said something SO OOC THAT U LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE AND TAKE A MOMENT
…not a day goes by that I don’t miss your dad…
here’s a scetchy thing i doodled today and added horrble shading later. anyway, if it’s not clear enough, they’re both spirits.
Narrator: And although the intervention didn’t work…it turned into one of the Bluth family’s better parties.
Spring Breakout - 2x17
“Yes,” Septa Scolera echoed, “you must feel so much lighter now, clean and innocent as a maid on the morning of her wedding.”
I fucked Jaime on the morning of my wedding, the queen recalled.
“I do,” she said. “I feel reborn. I could almost fly.” She imagined how sweet it would be to slam an elbow into Septa Scolera’s face and send her careening down the spiral steps.
- Cersei, A Dance with Dragons
I love Cersei so much sometimes.
I’ve always wondered what exactly Voldemort and the Death Eaters did to Florean Fortescue. Why was he so important that they felt the need to kidnap him? Were they perhaps so evil that they didn’t even want people to have ice cream anymore? Or did they just want all the ice cream for themselves?