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FleaingFrance Brocante Society Updated rural
Forgot how to do all this
I just fell apart in real life for awhile. I got sick and then got the courage to walk away from a 19 year relationship and marriage because I could not do it anymore. It’s something I don’t wish upon anyone yet at the same time I have zero regret. My life is simple now, working as a wine/beer maker and focusing on raising my two daughters. I always thought I knew myself but now I’m finding out wow who is this woman that I’m becoming. It’s wonderful, scary, heartbreaking and freeing to be independent and make my own path at 40. Optimism and perseverance with a scoop of kindness, I’ve refused to go to the dark side.
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Hello tumblr,
It’s been awhile or a couple years. I was going through my iPad last night and read some of my stories and thought man it’s been forever. I did not know if I would still have an account here or even remember my password but apprently it’s all still here. So I just scrolled through some people I followed and smiled remembering all the laughs and crazy conversations. I hope all is well with everyone 😊😘❤️
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Hold on, since when is SanSan canon?
- “Take a good long stare. You know you want to. I’ve watched you turning away all the way down the kingsroad.”
- She found his massive shoulder with her hand. “He was no true knight,” she whispered to him.
- Sansa said, “I knew the Hound would win.”
- “Yes … but you are no true knight, Ser Meryn.“ Sandor Clegane would have laughed at that, Sansa knew.
- “Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip.
- “The girl speaks truly,” the Hound rasped. “What a man sows on his name day, he reaps throughout the year.”
- “A hound will die for you, but never lie to you.”
- “I will sing it for you gladly.”
- “Enough,” she heard the Hound rasp.
- Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.
- Sandor Clegane cantered briskly through the gates astride Sansa’s chestnut courser. The girl was seated behind, both arms tight around the Hound’s chest.
- She was afraid of Sandor Clegane … and yet, some part of her wished that Ser Dontos had a little of the Hound’s ferocity.
- He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.
- I would be gladder if it were the Hound, Sansa thought. Harsh as he was, she did not believe Sandor Clegane would let any harm come to her.
- Of late Ser Osmund had taken Sandor Clegane’s place by Joffrey’s side, and Sansa had heard the women at the washing well saying he was as strong as the Hound, only younger and faster. If that was so, she wondered why she had never once heard of these Kettleblacks before Ser Osmund was named to the Kingsguard.
- “I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.”
- Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. "Little bird,“ he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone.
- She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering.
- I wish the Hound were here.
- She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it.
- Sansa wondered what Megga would think about kissing the Hound, as she had. He’d come to her the night of the battle stinking of wine and blood. He kissed me and threatened to kill me, and made me sing him a song.
- The Hound answered. "Seven hells. The little sister.”
- “And she sang for me. You didn’t know that, did you? Your sister sang me a sweet little song.”
- “You ought to thank me. You ought to sing me a pretty little song, the way your sister did.“
- "I thought your sister was the one with a head full of songs,” the Hound growled.
- She wondered what had become of Sandor Clegane.
- It was Lothor Brune’s voice, she realized. Not the Hound’s, no, how could it be? Of course it had to be Lothor…
- And she dreamed of her wedding night too, of Tyrion’s eyes devouring her as she undressed. Only then he was bigger than Tyrion had any right to be, and when he climbed into the bed his face was scarred only on one side. “I’ll have a song from you,” he rasped, and Sansa woke and found the old blind dog beside her once again.
- The Hound poured a cup of wine for Arya and another for himself, and drank it down while staring at the hearthfire. “The little bird flew away, did she? Well, bloody good for her. She shit on the Imp’s head and flew off.”
- “And courteous,” the Hound agreed. “A proper little lady. Not like her bloody sister.”
- He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. “And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf.” A spasm of pain twisted his face.
- The Lord of Runestone stood as tall as the Hound.
- As the boy’s lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.
- “You do know what goes on in a marriage bed, I hope?“ She thought of Tyrion, and of the Hound and how he’d kissed her, and gave a nod.
“You did beautifully,” she said, when the woman showed her the freshly painted shield. It was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father’s armory. She remembered how she’d run her fingers across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star.”
The Hedge Knight Graphic Novel | A Feast For Crows Brienne II
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The night of November 3rd, 2015. Tulit’a, Northwest Territories, Canada.
Reblogging this because I miss @under-the-northernlights…
to @asimplylucia xoxoxo
If you think Lothor Brune is pretty darn awesome, raise your hand.
#lothor brune#asoiaf#I liked him a lot#reading him with Sansa in the Vale#but when I read the newest chapter#I put him up him up there#on my top five asoiaf men#what if he and Sandor meet up#at the tourney for robin#and then Sansa tells Sandor how Lothor#had her back#pretty sure lothor and Sandor#would get along#I mean if mya stone#sandor clegane#elder bro#all were there#looking out for our girl#that would be pretty great#Sansa as queen#EB as hand of the queen
Music Thingy
Tagged by my darling @ellebh FYI I am drunk as a skunk but I am well just tumbler and fan-domed out is all and a bit mixed up. I will be back one day, I am just lost is all. Love you all! OK lets see what is on my shuffle........
Put your music on shuffle and answer these questions!
Title of the first song describes how you die ~
Daniella Denmark by Jonathan Roy fucking good song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can sing it by heart!!
“I dream about her but I’ve never met her....cause we can make it swing oh baby we can make it fly....build a green house....” I am actually trying to convince someone in RL to build a greenhouse...it’s not working....
Second song describes your love life ~
Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons................................oh boy
Third song will be played at your wedding ~
You Belong to me by Byran Adams......................will there be a second wedding?!?!
Add “in my pants” to the title of this song ~
I kissed a girl...in my pants......By Katy Perry.....LOLOLOLOLOL
Fifth song will be playing at your funeral ~
Can’t you hear me knocking by The Rolling Stones........LOLOLOL
Sixth song is your theme song ~
Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits & Mark Knopfler...ah yes the truth is that I am the most romantic at heart that you will ever know....ever.....i mean ever and forever!!!! I can’t even deal with it because of reasons....of reasons of life and shit and fuck.
Seventh song will play when you think of someone you love ~
Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips....huh...yes...
Add “with a shovel and a screwdriver” to the title of the eighth song ~
Fire Burning on a Dance floor.... with a shovel and a screwdriver.....by Sean Kingstone....” someone better call 911....she’s fire burning on the dance floor...”
Ninth song describes your week ~
Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen...my heart is hungry. I can’t even.
Tenth song will play when you miss someone
Graceland by Paul Simon.....
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lex-runs
Reblog this with one tip you wish you could tell your past self.
What other people think of you will never make you feel good about yourself. Love yourself, and you’ll be so much better off.
Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. The math test you did poorly on in middle school will not affect the person you become. Perfect doesn’t exist. Always do the best you can, and that will always be enough.
mental illness is something a lot of people have. It’s not just you.
Spend a lot of time with your family, especially your grandparents. They are not going to be here forever and someday, you might be glad for every moment you got to spend with them.
Leave that asshole. He doesn’t deserve you one bit.
-Make the first car purchase count and refinance as soon as you can.
-401k’s roll over from job to job. Start putting $$$ into it. Also, take advantage of employer matching %. If they match to 5%, put in at least 5%. Have a separate IRA.
-Your rent shouldn’t be more than 25-30% of your monthly take home money.
What will be, will be so enjoy the ride.
Explore what aspects of your profession you like the best and navigate to that direction earlier instead of drifting about. Start planning for your financial future earlier.
Life is not fair and not all people are kind and none of that is your fault: decide what is right and wrong and stick with it and be the best person you know how to be. That is ultimately the only control you have and that for which you will be remembered [for better or for worse] and [hopefully] valued. Everything else is details.
Listen to your “intuition” and don’t follow anything except that gut feeling. That my friends is a true story. Even if the whole world says this is the right way or wrong way, follow your gut feeling. Trust me on this.
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Good ol’ Livejournal - time for resurrection???
Well, the discussion the other day about the recently observed changing nature of AO3 comments section got me thinking. Especially some comments alluding to the lack of opportunities for fans with similar interest to interact got my attention. We all know how Twitter is horrible for that, and Instagram, Pinterest or Tumblr are neither very conducive for an actual discussion - they all cater more for throwaway lines, answering to which being quite disjointed especially if there are more than two people interacting.
An example I would like to borrow here is from one of the gracious and kind posts by adult-orphan, copied below (my emphasis in bold):
Finally, the fact that AO3 has no inbox, askbox feature adds to comments that would have otherwise been handled in an inbox. Many of us don’t tweet or Instagram and I am HORRIBLE with Tumblr and it bogs my computer down. Therefore, the comment section is seeing more action of people wanting to reach other Sansan lovers.
But as it happens, there is a place… or at least there used to be a place…
Livejournal’s fandom community sites were a great place for exactly this kind of activity; casual chats among friends about anything at all that tickled their fancy, be it fanfics, characters, social phenomena, dresses, sex, books, TV-series, sharing images, fanfics, organising writing or art challenges…anything at all to do with the fandom.
For sansan especially there are two dedicated communities, sansa_sandor and sansaxsandor, and then there is Sandor focused fysandorclegane, and many many others focused on ASOIAF characters or pairings.
I am honest; all these communities have suffered hugely from the upsurge of Tumblr. They have lost active participants due to some of the nice features Tumblr has but LJ does not (or at least has less of) - but then again, from what I gather, LJ also has features that none of these sites have.
If you rush to any of these sites now and sign up expecting invigorating and lively debate, unfortunately it may not be there now… but to see how it used to be, if you go to archives and back-track back a few years and go through for example a whole month’s worth of entries, you can see it. And please do not be put off by seemingly old and basic front-page when you first click the link - it could be that you simply have to sign-up to access all the content. Which by the way itself is a nice feature, as some of them require joining (no fees, no queues), keeping some of the most unsavoury aspects of Tumblr out… :-)
TL:DR: It could be simply a matter of active and energetic people who want to communicate with fellow fans to make these places lively again. Any takers?
I also specifically tag some of the LJ old-timers here in case if they want to provide some insight and/or dis/encouragement… Looking at you, @thefeatherofhope, @westeroswolf, @weshallflyaway, @under-the-northernlights, @amplifyme @titaniumginger and especially the faithful thedropletsparkled… and anyone else who may want to chime in! And any “new-timers” who may have questions or comments!
Old-timer?! You cheeky bugger! LJ is a much better platform for discussion and threads are not hijacked by trolls/weirdos. It would be great to see it more active again.
Any questions, just holla.
I’m super excited about revisiting LJ after my run in with a troll just this morning! Mistakes were made, but lessons learned… if it looks like a troll, acts like a troll, and everyone else thinks it’s a troll, IT’S A FRICKIN’ TROLL!
I just reactivated my account. I forgot my password back in January or February and never could find the time to reset it. It took me about 2 minutes and I am kicking myself for not doing it sooner. During this time, I missed out on interacting with friends who were off Tumblr, missed out on great stories that never got published elsewhere, and on closer and more intimate interaction with friends. Shame on me!!!
Tonight, I binge on Live Journal and reacquaint myself with the communities and friends. Thank you @ladytp for the kick in the ass :)
Honestly I am tired of tumblr...and I know that makes me sound like a bitchy snob. I'd rather sit down on LJ and have a lively discussion any day. It's way more Social. What should we talk about?
Source: ladytp
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Sometimes you have to lay the book down, and live your own story.
apluralofqs (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
Anonymous asked:
A little baby elephant stumbles in your ask box, holding a small letter in his mouth. He hands the note to you, "I love you. You are a wonderful, lovely person. Never give up." Pass it on to the first ten people on your dash anonymously, you don't have to but it's nice to let someone know that they deserve to be happy.
Thank you sweetheart :) I'm sorry I've been an absentee tumblr/fandom friend. I just have been clear and present in my real life and it's been a good thing for me. Winter is coming though and I will be locked away inside so there will be some writing to be done.
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Shout out to Betas
who take their time out of their schedule to read over our things, helping us word things that we don’t know how to
who are brutally honest with mistakes because they want our writing to improve and grow and whose criticism is only there for our benefit
who are gentle in their reprimands bc they know that we’re still learning
who stay up nights talking us out of a writer’s block and bouncing ideas with us to keep those creative juices flowing
who sometimes spend hours looking over our material (even when it’s not their duty) and give us good advice all because we asked them too
who can sometimes write page upon page of helpful advice only to have us ignore it in the end
who can give us an unbiased opinion on our writing and prevent us from publishing badfic, fic with plot holes, fics with bad grammar, fics with problematic shit, ooc fic, and every combination thereof
Shout out to betas who do nothing but offer us their advice and aren’t as recognized in the fandom even though the stories we put out there would be so many times worse without them
YES all of this and more! Betas do SO MUCH for us writers and, as a result, us readers too! My beta is not only an excellent editor and critical thinker who does an amazing job of giving constructive feedback and often glowing praise on my updates, but she’s also become a wonderful friend, a part-time therapist when depression and writer’s block is getting me down, a cheerleader and super fan when the chapter is all done and ready to publish and we can both celebrate our mutual success, and she never hesitates to let me know how proud she is of me when I get positive feedback. Love you, opinionatedsoftspoken!
This yes! ellebh cracks the whip! But super sweetly and is always helpful and never rude or all knowing. And all the stuff above. Hug your beta!