advanced-procrastination:

earlploddington:

freshest-tittymilk:

prime89:

nightinngales:

bruh…

Wait, if their names are puns on their power, then Violet is ultraviolet which is invisible to the human eye.

SHUT UP.

13 years

Y’all are gonna flip your shit when i tell you about Dash

they wanted to set you on fire 
and call you a sun
and build a shrine to your name
     to praise your warmth and your light and your strength

but love,
you refused to burn
 
so instead they encased you in ice
buried you ten feet deep in snow until you forgot what warm felt like
made a moon of your skin
           and stars of your teeth
           and ice comets of your eyes
 
and now
they look up at the night sky
and they talk about the one who died to light it up
and they call you guardian, protector, sentinel
 
and they forget
that they are the ones
who froze you
in the first place

and they still made a hero of your tragedy ( j.p. )

Footsteps 6 {Joffrey Baratheon x Twin!Reader}

thenoblehouseofdayne:

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Part One Here!

Part Two Here!

Part Three Here!

Part Four Here!

Part Five Here!

Gif Is Not Mine!

{General Sibling Incest Warning, and Major Character Death!}


The winter had come with vengeance, and snow fell in sheets. Brisk breezes had turned freezing, and rivers froze over. And yet amidst it all, Joffrey had never felt warmer. He knew the disappearance of the sun would lull his enemy into a false sense of confidence, thinking the abrupt change in weather was divine sign of his impending victory. Joffrey didn’t rely on any Gods, only relying on the weight of a blade in his hands. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that he could not wage war, not without exposing them both. He knew what needed to be done. 

He needed to kill Robb Stark. 

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every wildfire was once just a spark
every glacier was once just a droplet
every marble was once just sand
  
that is to say:
it is the wind that made a wildfire of a spark
it is the cold that made a glacier of a droplet
it is the pressure of the earth that made marble of sand
 
that is to say:
it is the world that turned something innocent
   something small and sweet
   something soft and quiet and beautiful
and turned it into something hard and deadly and frightening
 
that is to say:
we have only ourselves to blame
for the monsters
that haunt our footsteps

this is why we call the monster Frankenstein – after his creator ( j.p. )