This Is A Game About Winning The Points That Matter. CHALLENGERS (2024, Dir. Luca Guadagnino)

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"When the Prince of Dragonstone took his dragon back into the cold autumn sky, he did so with the knowledge that he had won three powerful lords and all their bannerman for his mother..."

"...Prince Jacaerys had proved himself a man, and a worthy heir to the Iron Throne."

Independent Jacaerys Velaryon from Fire & Blood, book and headcanon based with slight show influences. Written by Nadia.

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" is your mom here ? " a sharp turn of her head , gaze shifting along countless other airline passengers , attempting to find one that shares any sort of resemblance to him before coming up short & shrugging her shoulders. instead she shifts closer , still intending for him to pick up her carry - on , while her own hand drifts down to interlace their fingers together. " you're cute , don't worry , i won't tell your mom all the bad things i'm gonna convince you to do. "

       “   i    mean        .   .   .   .          it     felt    like    it        ,        but    maybe    i’m     just        being     dramatic.         “       there     was    alot     of    things     i     wanted     to    say       ,       yet    i    didn’t    want    to     come    across     as    𝗧𝗢𝗢     𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥.          she    definitely     was     confident        ,       so    confident     that     i    was     shocked     at    how        she    wanted    me     to    touch     her     that     fast.   [  NOT THAT I WOULD BE COMPLAINING  ]        ,        but     it     was     also    our    first    time     meeting     in     person.         maybe     that    could    be     𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅     for     later.             “         if     my    mom     found     i    was    grabbing    your     ass    this    quick       ,        she’d    smack    me     upside     the     head.       HOWEVER        -             i’m     not    gonna    say     it     won’t    be     out    the     question     later     if    the    night     goes     well.    “

I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.

menacing on discord for the rest of the night <3

@50yds said: you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing !

the   guilt   rattles   in   her   chest.    a   trembling   hand   curled   around   her   bow,    an   attempt   at   steadying   herself   as   she   steels   herself   to   meet   her   nephew's   gaze.    she'd   told   herself   she   would   not   cry   in   front   of   him,    that   she   would   be   the   adult   presence   he'd   needed        –        the   unwavering   rock   he'd   undoubtedly   need   in   the   wake   of   hearing   of   his   father's   death.    but   she'd   not   been   prepared   to   hear   him   accost   her   so.    deservedly,    alysanne   decides        –       her   arrow   too   late   to   save   her   brother's   life,    his   child   now   left   to   her;    and   who   was   she,    but   barely   old   enough   to   be   considered   a   woman   herself? 

the   shaky   exhale   that   precedes   the   heavy   footfalls   of   her   boots   across   the   floor   is   one   she   hopes   he   does   not   hear,    her   hand   pressing   out   onto   his   shoulder.        “   i   did   all   that   i   could   do,    benji.   ”        lips   made   into   a   thin   line,    a   chant   in   her   head   over   and   over   again   that   she   would   not   cry.        “   an   eye   for   an   eye,    lord   bracken   no   longer   breathes.    i        –        should   have   been   quicker.   ”        it   was   not   often   that   aly   admitted   to   her   own   faults,    that   she   took   measure   to   state   her   own   faults,    but   now   was   as   good   a   time   as   any.    for   the   only   person   who   would   ever   deserve   to   hear   them. 

“   i'm   sorry.   ”        a   sniffle,    before   she   brushes   the   back   of   her   hand   against   her   cheeks,    and   muscles   benjicot   into   her   arms   for   a   hug,    whether   he   is   willing   or   not.        “   if   it   is   your   wish,    i   will   slaughter   every   last   bracken   until   my   fingers   bleed.   ”