♛ the fall of kings and the rise of queens ♛
We have known pain, we have suffered greatly but we have survived. We have buried our mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, wept our tears and honoured them. Now we begin a new age - one of peace and joy. Let not kin fight kin, their blood not to water the earth that was marched across to the beat of war. Our great kingdom will now be ruled by three so that no man may claim his voice unheard. We vow to protect all, pledging ourselves to our people.
So let the North rejoice with their queen, Sansa the Brave, and the halls of Winterfell to be filled with cheer. From the Vale of Arryn, the Crownlands and the Stormlands, seated in King’s Landing, Shireen the Just, joint protector of the Wall. And presiding over the Riverlands, the Westerlands, the Reach and Dorne, Myrcella the Wise, who has taken up her colours of red and gold.
All hail Queen Sansa!
All hail Queen Shireen!
All hail Queen Myrcella!
close your eyes and you will see
FAKE FILM MEME → Ewan McGregor, Idris Elba, and Jessica Chastain in a sci-fi mystery → for @weasleytook
modern au starks
“you remember what happened to the starks, don’t you? that crime family in boston? i remember when they ran everything. if ned’s brother brandon hadn’t gotten killed back in ‘82, who knows how shit would’ve gone down. ned tried, but he ain’t got a head for the game. the lannisters really did a number on that whole family didn’t they. started working with the feds to take robb down when he started rebuilding the business after his daddy died. they called it the ‘red wedding’. it was his uncle’s wedding i think, where him and his crew got arrested. his ma, catelyn, she got away. the girl sansa disappeared out west somewhere when that baratheon boy, joffrey died. word is she’s trying to finish what her brother started. the other one, arya i think, heard she’s in queens somewhere, heard she’s just as dangerous, but no one has seen her. that bastard of ned’s, jon, yeah he’s up in canada doing border patrol. them other two, the boys rickon and bran, i hear bran’s up in maine keeping out of trouble. better watch out for rickon though. that boy’s got a vengeance.”
ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | MICHELLE DOCKERY as HELOISE D’ARGENTEUIL, the brilliant scholar who was renowned throughout europe by her late teens, the lover and equal of pierre abelard.
Turn your affections to God, he advises, and her hands clench hard around the heavy wooden cross at her throat. Direct your love to our lord and saviour Jesus Christ, for it is he, not I, who had loved you all this while. How foolish he is, to think that love is a thing that can be controlled. She turns her eyes heavenward, and sings the hymns with her sisters, she clenches her hands around the beads of her rosaries, and prays until her voice is hoarse. Our father who art in heaven, she whispers on nights lit with dripping tallow. Hallowed be thy name. Let me loose from this love, o Lord. Let me loose and let me be free, turn my heart from this mortal man and let me serve you, entire. The songs come out hollow from her throat, and God does not fall within her heavy, and filling as her love. God leaves her empty after prayer, cold after confession, and she closes her eyes, thinks: please.
“Who are you? Why do you smell like Stiles?”
“What? You don’t recognize me?” The man didn’t wilt, not even when Derek’s hands twisted the worn leather in his grip. “I’m hurt.”
SHERLOCK: S P A C E A U (verse » 1, 2, 3, 4)
space is endlessly fascinating to sherlock holmes. at first glance it appears to be unchanging, black emptiness, but he knows that stars are being born in fiery furnaces while planets are being swallowed by black holes. thus he continues solving crimes across the ever-expanding cosmos; after all, he is the universe’s only consulting detective.
W I N T E R F E L L | ( t h e b u r i e d o u t p o s t )
The land is empty and cold and frozen and grey and anything that pierces the crusted carpet of windswept snow is broken: shattered and bare and entombed in ice. Hundreds of years ago, a castle stood here. But anymore, all that remains are crumbling stone walls and jagged spires collapsed and buried in the earth. Anymore, all that’s left of the ancient fastness is ring after ring of debris, silently circling a grove of wierwoods like the ghosts of defeated sentinels bound to eternal duty.
Underground a labyrinth sprawls. Smoothly rounded tunnels and passageways wind around each other and circle deep into the earth, darker than the darkest night one moment and brighter than dawn the next.
It is here, interred under the snow and the ruins of their ancient home, that the Starks have re-built their seat. Wrapped in the frigid deep of endless winter and the steamy heat of hidden hot springs, they hold the north as they ever have.
And they wait.
AU - Fem!lock
└ Eva Green as Sherlock Holmes & Carey Mulligan as Joan Watson.