"a queen is only a woman after all."
Rhaella had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her love would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.
There was no tenderness in her brother’s kiss.
Relations between Aerys and his queen had been strained during the last years of his reign. They slept apart and did their best to avoid each other during the waking hours. But whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night. The day he burned his mace-and-dagger Hand, Jaime and Jon Darry had stood at guard outside her bedchamber whilst the king took his pleasure. “You’re hurting me,” they had heard Rhaella cry through the oaken door. “You’re hurting me.” In some queer way, that had been worse than Lord Chelsted’s screaming. “We are sworn to protect her as well,” Jaime had finally been driven to say. “We are,” Darry allowed, “but not from him.”
Endling is a word for an individual animal that is the last of its species or subspecies.
1912 - 2012
This is the saddest thing I have reblogged in a long time. The very existence of that word is just a quietly heartbreaking thought that remains lingering in my mind long after reading about it.
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging
The blood on my lips || Songs for weary queens and wounded souls [listen]
Tumblr: spreading the world apart, one group at a time.
Sometimes I think I’ve lost my faith in humanity. Today is auch a day.
Never forget that people accused me of being white when I stated that I dont consider people using makeup to be an accurate cosplayer is racist.