no, don't, don't cut my hair.

your favourite girl, mareeana, has moved (to a tumblr with the same username!) click the link and then click follow, if you feel so inclined.

Wed, 12 Oct 2011 22:52:34 +0100

your favourite girl, mareeana, has moved (to a tumblr with the same username!) click the link and then click follow, if you feel so inclined.

MOVING!

Wed, 12 Oct 2011 15:21:41 +0100

formerlymareeana:

Guys, my tumblr is too cluttered. Need a fresh start. Follow me, if you will!

Same username, different account!

MOVING!

Wed, 12 Oct 2011 08:34:34 +0100

formerlymareeana:

Guys, my tumblr is too cluttered. Need a fresh start. Follow me, if you will!

Same username, different account!

MOVING!

Wed, 12 Oct 2011 00:25:23 +0100

Guys, my tumblr is too cluttered. Need a fresh start. Follow me, if you will!

Same username, different account!

goodwifecaps: 2.22 | getting off

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 11:14:31 +0100

goodwifecaps:

2.22 | getting off

stfuhypocrisy: Via someecards

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 00:44:17 +0100

stfuhypocrisy:

Via someecards

mooganbaby: I never will But didn’t it come out a while...

Mon, 10 Oct 2011 18:18:20 +0100

mooganbaby:

I never will

But didn’t it come out a while ago that the kiss was actually written but Keeley and Phil didn’t want to do it?

Bran I, ACOK: They didn't have to tell the truth, but the oaths were binding unless they said "Mayhaps," so the trick was to say "Mayhaps" so the lord of the crossing didn't notice. Then you could try and knock the lord into the water and you got to be lord of the crossing, but only if you'd said "Mayhaps." Otherwise you were out of the game.

Sun, 09 Oct 2011 20:21:29 +0100

Bran I, ACOK: They didn't have to tell the truth, but the oaths were binding unless they said "Mayhaps," so the trick was to say "Mayhaps" so the lord of the crossing didn't notice. Then you could try and knock the lord into the water and you got to be lord of the crossing, but only if you'd said "Mayhaps." Otherwise you were out of the game.
Cat VI, ASOS: "My lord!" Catelyn had almost forgotten. "Some food would be most welcome. We have ridden many leagues in the rain." Walder Frey's mouth moved in and out. "Food, heh. A loaf of bread, a bite of cheese, mayhaps a sausage."

smilingthroughbrokenteeth: askcatelynstark: askbronn: ask-jora...

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 00:39:58 +0100

smilingthroughbrokenteeth:

askcatelynstark:

askbronn:

ask-jorah:

This is the man who runs all of Westeros.

Leopard print doesn’t really suit a lion. He should stick with armour.

Gods Be Good! Is that what happens in King’s Landing?

Blackmail material for Tyrion.

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Sat, 08 Oct 2011 00:18:00 +0100

Characters I can’t stand: Magical Middle-Aged White Guy Who Can Solve Any Crime by ~Listening to His ~*~Gut~*~~. Examples being:

Horatio Caine from CSI: Miami
Gibbs from NCIS

To be fair though, Harmon is not nearly as insufferable as the other guy whose name I can’t remember, it’s just his lines are terrible. Plus, I totes cried when he died on The West Wing so.

P.S.- Okay so this is disgusting. Post-9/11 TV, why do you make me want to throw up? S’s face might not be enough to get me through this tbh.

P.P.S.- Oh, it’s terr’rists. I’m shocked.

P.P.P.S.- Btw, if you were looking for post-9/11 TV done right? Battlestar Galactica. ‘K.

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Fri, 07 Oct 2011 20:16:40 +0100

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Fri, 07 Oct 2011 20:04:11 +0100

thepoliticalnotebook: Nobel Peace Prize winners. From left to...

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 17:29:34 +0100

thepoliticalnotebook:

Nobel Peace Prize winners. From left to right: President Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf of Liberia (AP Photo); Liberian activist Leymah Gbowee (AP); Yemeni Tawakul Karman who head the organisation Women Journalists Without Chains (AP).

They were awarded the prize for “for their non-violent struggle for the safety of women and for women’s rights to full participation in peace-building work.” Johnson-Sirleaf is Liberia’s first elected female president and has acted as a reformer in her time in office. Gbowee organized a group of Christian and Muslim women to stand up to Liberian warlords. Karman is a Yemeni journalist who is both a women’s rights activist and a leading protest organiser in Yemen’s Arab Spring uprisings.

Read the AP Story.

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Thu, 06 Oct 2011 23:34:03 +0100

She cannot speak, but she remembers. Not me though, Sansa...

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 22:08:05 +0100

She cannot speak, but she remembers.

Not me though, Sansa thinks, she doesn’t remember me.

What stands before her is a husk of a woman, no more than skin and fat and bones, and the blood running underneath. The hair that Sansa had admired in her youth is scraggily now, falling off in thick chunks, the skin of her fair face is gaunt, pulled tightly back so her cheekbones stand in stark contrast.

And her throat—her throat. Sansa cannot bear to look at it. The ghastly thing, the wide cut that stretches from one end to other, a mockery of a smile. Sansa’s stomach roils, thinking about it and thinking about where it comes. But the sickness burns up in the flames of her rage, and she feels the bite of her nails down into the skin over her palm.

She knows she means to say mother, but it comes out, “Lady Stoneheart.”

Fingers, long and narrow, curl around that hideous wound, as if to hold her together, like a broken doll poorly sewn together. The skin is white like sun bleached bones, with deep purple veins crawling like spider webs up her arms.

But Sansa thinks there might be something, in her eyes, something straining to chip into the frigid ice.

A rattle escapes her, like a skeleton being shaken in its coffin. “Kill them,” she hisses out, her voice so low Sansa can only just make out the words—or maybe she’s not making them out at all. Maybe it’s her heart, recognizing what it has already spoken to her over and over again. “All of them. Die.”

The fire of her rage has always been so banked, so carefully managed, but now it flowers like a wildfire in her heart, eats her alive until she is nothing but the ashes—the ashes of Winterfell, we are both the rotted remains of Winterfell.

“Yes. All of them. They will all die.” She can almost taste the blood. Sansa Stark, who has never been anything but the gentle bird, feels a wolf prowl beneath her skin, restless and hungry.

The husk reaches out, and Sansa steps forward, suddenly unafraid. Once, this was my mother, she thinks. A hand closes around her shoulder, as if for support. It’s not warm, like a hand should be. It’s cold as a corpse.

My mother, Sansa thinks but does not weep. The fire eats that alive, too, evaporates her tears until they are nothing but steam rushing up to meet the sky. My mother, what have they done to you? When she had seen her last, her mother had been a woman of renowned beauty and kindness and warmth, had smiled her secret smile at Sansa as she rode away from their walls of Winterfell, walls that would be turn down, gutted, molted. A sacrifice to an unmerciful god.

“Winter,” the stoneheart says, but cannot finish it. It scraps against her gullet, comes out with a heave. The nails dig through the fabric of Sansa’s gown, biting down into flesh. Sansa doesn’t flinch, doesn’t feel the pain.

The words don’t need to be said, not between them. They are carved into their bones, they pour out with each measure of their heart. Winter is coming.

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Thu, 06 Oct 2011 21:16:45 +0100

underthebluesky: thedailywhat: Movie Trailer of the Day: First...

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 21:09:18 +0100

underthebluesky:

thedailywhat:

Movie Trailer of the Day: First official trailer for Simon Curtis’s Marilyn Monroe biopic, My Week with Marilyn.

The film, which stars Michelle Williams, Kenneth Branagh, Eddie Redmayne, Judi Dench, Dominic Cooper, and Emma Watson in her first post-Harry Potter film role, is set for release November 18th.

[yahoo.]

AND ZOE F**KING WANAMAKER, THANKS VERY MUCH!

Hello darling, how are you doing? :) Haven't seen you around much lately... how was the time with your Erasmus bff? Hope you had fun! :3

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 19:54:09 +0100

Darliiiiiiing!

I haven’t been around much, truth! Also, I just realised I uhm… missed your birthday? BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you had a good day!!

Well, I’m sick at the moment so I’m pretty miserable but my time with my friend was AWESOME. We walked around town, went dancing and watched bad 90s TV shows (including Xena and Lois & Clark).

How’s life for you, babes? <3

volveras: champs (by spacewood)

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 11:14:58 +0100

volveras:

champs (by spacewood)

plantagenet: IT’S ONLY SIN, a marisa coulter/lord asriel mix...

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 23:17:11 +0100

plantagenet:

IT’S ONLY SIN, a marisa coulter/lord asriel mix requested by boleyns. (i changed the cover again - never happy blog 11’)

better than heaven, bloc party // it’s only sin, original sin, corinthians (15:22), never been a big fan of things but i’m growing so fond over you — put down your book and molest me, heaven is here, where it needs to be, (and there was a time before we were born, when we stood in the garden) if this world won’t last, i’ll turn on you, well, i’ve got enough for the both of us

vesuvius, sufjan stevens // vesuvius, the tragic oath - for you have destroyed with the elegant smoke. oracle, i’ve fallen at last, but they were the feast of a permanent blast — follow me now or follow me down

the trapeze swinger, iron & wine // i heard from someone you’re still pretty, and then they went on to say that the pearly gates had some eloquent graffiti: like ‘we’ll meet again’ and ‘fuck the man’.

the bones of you, elbow // and i dealt with this years ago, i took a hammer to every memento - but image on image like beads of a rosary pulled through my head as the music takes hold — i’m five years ago, and three thousand miles away

o children, nick cave and the bad seeds // forgive us now for what we’ve done, it started out as a little fun. here, take these before we run away - the keys to the gulag. o, children, rejoice, rejoice!

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