#;transmissions

[mymothershumility]

[[ outside of the ta.rga.ryens and the sa.itos, which house(s) is laira directly linked to by bl.ood relation? ]]

inquiries || { always accepting }

{ @thequeenmaker }

I haven't tackled Laira's maternal lineage in terms of houses completely quite yet. But, I do have her paternal lineage completely determined. Nonetheless, some of the houses listed occur on her maternal side while others occur on her paternal one.

The houses are listed in descending order from closest blood relation [ outside of the Ta.rga.ryens up until Ae.gon V ] to most distant.

House Bla.ckwood House Da.yne & House Sta.rk House Ma.rtell House R.ogare of L.ys House Ve.laryon & House Co.rbray House B.ar.ath.eon

Snaps to the person who can determine the how. A hint for some [ or possibly a slight spoiler? ]: Vise.nya Ta.rga.yren is a closer blood relative of Laira's than M.yriah Ma.rtell is.

[kakushusband]

Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.

"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.

Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.

"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."

[pinkblanc]

[peninsulaisms]

when i was a lil kid i thought these were the angels my nanna always told me were watching over me

[mochitoaster]

If you’re my mutual I need you to know your art is the coolest fucking shit ever it slays penis it serves cunt etc etc etc

[roboyfriend]

d'you think whoever wrote this usb-c cable description is. normal. about computers.

[jennyfromthebes]

2025:

DO EVERY STUPID THING TO TRY TO DRIVE THE DARK AWAY

NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, WE'RE GOING TO BE OKAY

HANG ON TO YOUR GOODNESS WHEN YOU CAN

BRING BACK SOME BLURRY PICTURES TO REMEMBER ALL YOUR DARKER MOMENTS BY

BE READY AND BE BRAVE

MAKE YOUR OWN FRIENDS WHEN THE WORLD'S GONE COLD

PLAY REALLY LOUD MUSIC ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT

IN A WORLD OF HEAVY FOOTPRINTS, BE UNTRACEABLE

DON'T LET ANYONE SEE THAT YOU'RE BLEEDING

REST UNTIL YOU'RE RESTED

JUST STAY ALIVE

[whoresomewhining]

[hateliers]

everyone on this site loves talking abt divorce so i wanna see something

[mudwerks]

Controlled demolition of a transmission tower.

[mostlythemarsh]

Corridor

[mymothershumility]

fullrangeofemotions asked: “And what renders him so unmarriageable?”

past transmissions || { always accepting }

{ @fullrangeofemotions } continued from { x }

The garden was filled with the quiet chirp of songbirds among the trees and the scent of blooming lavender mingling with the scent of salt from the breeze blowing in off the sea. Beneath one of the flowering apple trees in the garden, Laira listened to the conversion that floated about her.

Since returning to the capital, the Queen Consort had kept her distance, she and her ladies twittering and whispering each time entered or departed a similar space as them. It was an old game, one that Laira had grown used to before she and Hal had ever married. It was one now that she knew to expect, one that she could easily combat should she wish it.

Thus far, there had been no need to. Laira knew the venom that could spread through a court through gossip, how favor could be slip away through a perfectly crafted web. Caroline had yet to show herself capable of weaving a web, though.

"Ser Guy is a member of the Kingsguard, Lady Donna," Laira reminded, her attention drawn down to the tome resting in her lap. "Knights who choose to enter the Kingsguard do not take wives, father children, or own land. They forfeit that when they don the white cloak."

It had been Visenya Targaryen who formed the Kingsguard, crafting their vows after those of the Night's Watch. Those vows had lasted since the Kingsguard had come into existence.

At her feet, Moone growled, a low and guttural sound that drew Laira's attention to her. The black she-wolf remained motionless, still resting at her feet. No imminent danger was near, merely an unwanted guest. One of Caroline's ladies was lingering nearby, near enough that anything said could be heard.

There was nothing that Laira had to say that she would not say to Caroline or any other member of her brother's court. Laira had never been one to hold her tongue on the basis of fear or intimidation. She would not begin now.

"I see no reason for you to be fretting over Ser Guy or his ability to take a wife," Laira went on, her gaze turning to Donna, unbothered by the lingering spy in their midst. As she spoke, she spared a glance at Donna's arm, the skin visible.

The bruises that Laira had spied the week before had faded, leaving behind faded yellow marks where they had once been shades of onyx and navy. "Your arm seems to have healed well since we last saw one another, Lady Donna. Did you seek a maester's aid for it?"

[godlovescowgirls]

their bodies in the dark ♡

[waanderlussttt]

powerlines

[ornithological]

got a storm petrel book for my bday and this pic is killing me