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𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜

❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜

❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜

❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜

❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜

❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜

❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜

❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜

❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜

❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜

❛ i don't smoke. ❜

❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜

❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜

❛ you look different. ❜

❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜

❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜

❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜

❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜

❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜

❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜

❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜

❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜

❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜

❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜

❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜

❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜

❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜

❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜

❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜

❛ i could just eat you. ❜

❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜

❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜

❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜

❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜

❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜

❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜

❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜

❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜

❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜

❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜

❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜

❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜

❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜

❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜

❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜

❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜

❛ i'm still the same person. ❜

❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜

❛ it was the end of everything. ❜

❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜

❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜

❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜

❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜

❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜

❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜

❛ have you been happy? ❜

❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜

a plotted starter for @sunfyred

for   the   longest   time,    sansa   had   thought   this   day   would   never   come.    her   position   in   the   north   had   changed   the   day   her   father   was   imprisoned,    her   freedom   no   longer   a   matter   that   rested   in   his   hands,    but   rather   in   the   hands   of   her   cousin,    cregan.    bennard   stark's   plotting   had   not   ceased   at   just   holding   onto   the   lordship   of   house   stark,    but   rather   had   extended   far   greater   than   his   nephew   could   have   ever   imagined        –       a   matter   that   had   been   kept   quiet   and   secret   still.    long   had   he   sought   power   and   glory,    long   were   the   lengths   he   was   willing   to   go   to   achieve   it,    even   if   it   had   meant   sending   his   only   daughter   from   winterfell's   halls.    she'd   been   raised   as   was   befitting   a   highborn   lady,    prim       –       proper,       exceptionally   well   -   behaved   when   her   brothers   were   not   teasing   her   or   drawing   her   ire,    made   into   the   perfect   offering   of   a   wife   to   viserys   targaryen's   firstborn   son. 

it'd   taken   an   extended   effort   to   free   her   from   winterfell,    a   jointed   effort   between   sansa's   own   lady   mother   and   the   hightowers,    a   planned   trip   to   visit   her   mother's   family   in   karhold,    wherein   sansa   and   lady   margaret   had   boarded   a   ship   and   sailed   from   the   shivering   sea   to   blackwater   bay.    it'd   not   been   an   easy   journey,    so   many   days   on   board   a   ship   that   she   swore   her   stomach   had   turned   as   often   as   the   tides,    but   she   had   survived   it.    had   survived   the   uncertain   eyes   at   the   port        –       and   had   been   far   more   thankful   than   she   had   ever   been   when   her   feet   had   touched   sturdy,    dry   land. 

but   if   she   were   meant   to   feel   less   nerves,    her   stomach   had   not   received   the   memo;    freshly   bathed   and   fed,    dressed   in   a   soft   grey   gown   of   lace   and   velvet,    sansa   had   been   directed   into   the   throne   room,    directed   forward   to   stand   underneath   the   watchful   gaze   of   far   too   many   eyes.    she   hadn't   known   much   of   her   husband   -   to   -   be;    rumors   from   the   south   did   not   oft   travel   well   north,    and   save   for   what   her   father   had   allowed   her   to   know   of   aegon        –        that   he   was   a   handsome,    targaryen   king,    named   after   the   conqueror   himself        –        she'd   come   into   the   room   as   uncertain   and   unsure   as   one   could   have   possibly   been. 

good   manners   dictate   that   she   sink   into   a   bow,    a   graceful   curtsy   with   steel   grey   hues   downturned   to   the   floor;    she   counts   seconds   in   her   head,       soft,    delicate   numbers,    until   she   finally   exhales   a   breath   and   stands   tall   once   more,    allowing   her   eyes   to   flicker   up   from   the   floor   to   land   on   the   man   who   sits   the   throne   before   her.    her   heart   skips   a   subtle   beat,    a   gentle   flush   of   pink   settling   across   the   apples   of   her   porcelain   cheeks           –        the   letters   hadn't   been   wrong   about   aegon   being   handsome.    his   eyes   a   shade   of   purple   that   sansa   longed   to   get   lost   in,    the   expression   on   his   features   one   she   cannot   precisely   read,    but   one   she   finds   herself   all   the   more   intrigued   by. 

a   smile   curls   onto   her   lips,    warm   and   sweet,    as   her   hands   smooth   out   the   skirt   of   her   gown.        “   it   is   a   pleasure   to   meet   you,    your   grace.       although   i   fear   my   father's   words   may   have       .   .   .       downplayed   certain   aspects   of   the   capital.   ” 

mutuals may reblog <3

modern sansa is a fashion designer with her own little boutique, she has an obnoxiously large dog . . . i want to say probably a borzoi, that just lays behind the counter and doesn’t ever move to the point where customers frequently have no idea it’s there until they hear the thumping of a tail on the floor, and a small dog too, a pekingese that sits in a cute little basket and quite literally growls at everything 🙂‍↕️

idk what i’m doing w my hand but we sleepy today.

❝ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᴶᵃᶜᵃᵉʳʸˢ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ, ─── ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵʳᵒⁿ ᵀʰʳᵒⁿᵉ. ❞

Some princes don't become kings.

Independent Jacaerys Velaryon from Fire & Blood. Book and Headcanon based. Found at #WORTHYHEIR

alive but at what cost

coughs, @wulfmaed

you may dress an ironborn in silk && velvets . teach him how to read && write && give him books . instruct him in chivalry && courtesy && the mysteries of the faith .

──── but when you look into his eyes , the sea will still be there . cold && grey && cruel .

⋙ AZMENKA . old valyrian meaning ' ironborn ' . an independent , highly selective , medium activity &&. private portrayal of Maron Greyjoy from grrm's ' a song of ice and fire ' . book - && headcanon - based . lovingly penned by hannah .