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[passing-moments]

heaven is empty and the devil picked up the phone

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[ssavinggrace]

calling all mutuals!! I have a discord server open, if you'd like to join, lmk so I can send you the link🙏🏻

[na-shoba]

It's official! The GCG (Gwendoline Christie Government) has a flag!

Spread the word!

We are definitely NOT a cult!

[dianneking]

Unrelenting Love - Brienne of Tarth/ Reader

This fic was inspired by the Gwendoline Christie fandom here on Tumblr and it is dedicated to you. You are all amazing, each and every one of you. 

It is based on the song Madeline by Kiki Rockwell, if you want to listen to it on YT as you read, this is the link, or there should be a embedded video at the end of the post

t is the tale of a stubborn love, in the face of which space and time mean nothing. It is the tale of your epic quest to stand by Brienne’s side. It is weird, it is full of sentiment, it might be heart-wrenching. It might leave more questions than it answers.

Cross-posted on AO3 here. 

Here's my fanfiction masterlist.

Tags: Brienne x Reader, hidden relationship, the shitty world GoT is set in, pining, hiding’s one somatic sexual characteristics. aka chest binding, war, nothing graphic. Gut-wrenching epic lesbian love. < this should be its own tag

Madeline,

Tell me at what time do you set sail?

There's no one in this town left that could hold me

Already packed my bags, could leave today.

You were running through the palace, all pretense of propriety forgotten as you hiked your skirts up in your desperate dash. You had heard rumors in the months leading up to today, but you had been convinced it was only idle chatter. Surely she would have told you first hand if it had been true. She would have at least hinted at it.

But today was the day the ships were leaving, and she was nowhere to be found. Your heart was already beating a mournful tune, as you tore through the halls and the doors and the streets, hoping that at least you would not be too late.

You stopped dead at the docks in front of her, taking in her stern form as she directed the sailors and guards that surrounded her. She turned towards you, and the only show of emotion was a tightening around her eyes.

"So it's true. You're leaving."

"I am."

She had withheld the truth from you to avoid being confronted about it. You could read it in her rigid stance, in the tight line of her shoulders. She wanted to just disappear, like a thief in the night. She wouldn't have afforded you the common courtesy of a goodbye if she had had her way.

"I'll come with you, milady."

Girl at the front of the line

I'm sorry but I cannot let you sign

Your arms are far too skinny and you'd never

Last a single day upon my ship.

She let her eyes run over the wisps of hair escaping from your modest hairdo, your rumpled dress, the delicate slippers at your feet.

"No."

"I am in your service, my place is wherever you go, milady."

Your voice was strong, and strong was the sentiment in your eyes, the one you didn't dare to express in this public setting, full of unkind eyes and ears.

She understood both of the messages you were sending, you knew her well enough for that. But still, she was unshakeable.

"There's no place for you aboard this ship. No service you could offer. The best way you can serve me is by staying here, in Evenfall Hall."

Safe. That was what she was not adding aloud, but it rang in the air, unsaid. Like she was the only one allowed to go out and risk her life in the wide, unforgiving world.

The open sea is no place for a lady

There's reasons that they say we cannot board

Before you say, "But Maddie, you're a lady, too!"

I've long ago denounced that wretched word.

You lifted your chin in challenge. Although shorter, and softer, and weaker in appearance, you could be as strong-willed as her when you wanted. That was what had brought the two of you together, and what had kept you close despite all the misgivings around you.

Already as children, you were two misfits, too different to blend in with the rest of the court, and yet too willful to give in to the pressure to change. You had grown up together, entwined like the sprawling vines that grew on the southern side of Evenfall, supporting each other and becoming stronger together.

Your friendship had been as fierce and stubborn as you both were, and as you grew up, it became a fierce and stubborn love.

Without her there would be no life worth living here on Tarth for you.

"Then I'll just have to follow you on my own, if you won't let me board your ship, Lady Brienne."

"I'm not a lady. Regardless of birth, I never was," she murmured, harsh words barely audible over the ruckus of the port. "Farewell."

She turned her back to you, striding towards the ship without a glance back.

"Until we see again...Brienne," you whispered to the whipping sea breeze with its salty breath, salty as the tears that would fall down your face when you'd be in the safety of your room.

--

Madeline, tell me what time does your posse ride?

‘Cos I've been chopping wood

And starting fist fights

Surely this time let me at your side.

Once again you were running towards Brienne's turned back, but this time your hair was chopped short, and your feet were clad in too-big leather boots, your chest bound tight. The years had not been kind to you, nor had your voyage on Brienne's footsteps been easy or straightforward. You had taken many wrong turns and had stumbled on many obstacles. You had forsaken your feminine appearance, and your face only held a trace of your former beauty hidden behind gaunt features and grime.

You had finally managed to track her down to this encampment, just as she was leaving it.

"Brienne!" You called, as she was mounting her steed. She was resplendent in her armor, like a vengeful angel bringing divine justice to the world. She turned, looking as if she had heard a ghost.

You self-consciously licked the cut on your lip, courtesy of the latest fist-fight in an inn. In this war-ravaged world, tempers ran often high, and even masquerading as a young boy didn't shield you from the suspicious eyes of weary and angry townsfolk, looking to pin the blame on any foreign sacrificial lamb.

Girl at the front of the line

I'm sorry but I cannot let you sign

You've only tried a pony at the school fair

You wouldn't last a day amongst my men.

She recognized you.

Turning, one foot already on the stirrup, her eyes widened by a fraction, recognizing the familiar tone, and the known lineaments hidden within an unexpected form.

"I told you I would find you, milady."

You could see sorrow mixed with surprise hidden deep within her eyes as she took in your sorry appearance. As if she personally felt the weight of your hardships on her shoulders. You wondered if she had written, if there were letters in her small, precise handwriting gathering dust in your abandoned room in Evenfall Hall. Had she thought the worst, when she had received no reply?

"Let me come with you."

"You have no horse, and I am bound by my oath."

The canyon is just no place for a lady

There's reasons that they say we shouldn't ride

Before you say, "But Maddy, you're a lady too!"

I've long ago denounced that wretched word.

"I'll run by your side if I have to, milady. If you’ll let me."

Your eyes were burning with fervor, you knew it. She had always been the only North your compass pointed towards. Whether she allowed you or not, you would follow. You had made that decision long before you left Tarth.

But her companions had already started to leave, their warhorses' hooves trampling the street and you could see the tight hold that her honor still had on her.

You wouldn't begrudge her that, even if you could. That was the Brienne you loved, strong and unyielding as the best crafted of swords, and equally as able to cause pain. You looked at her, as she was already spurring her steed away, her pained voice reaching you from above her shoulder.

"I'm no-one’s lady, certainly not yours!"

--

Madeline

Yes, I might scream and sing and sob and dance

But I can swing a sword just like a soldier

So, Maddie, won't you give me just one chance?

The third time she was the one to find you, as you were meticulously sharpening your sword, shield carefully laid by your feet.

Your hair was long again, you belonging to the fairer sex no longer a closely-guarded secret. The rumors were probably what spurred her to come looking for you among the rows of soldier tents: looking for the woman who had managed to rise through the ranks of the army with none the wiser to her supposed intrinsic weakness.

You had proven them wrong day after day, and unrelentingly clawed your way past nepotism, sneering gazes and physical pain alike until you had both the respect and the loyalty of your own company of men. When you had been revealed as a woman, not one of your companions had turned on you, and they had stuck by your side as you ruthlessly, desperately fought for survival. Until today, the day before the Battle of Winterfell. The last battle against the encroaching darkness.

Girl at the front of the line

You'll work twice as hard for half the pay

But if you can deflect their filthy comments

One day you shall rise up and take my place.

"It is you."

Brienne sat by your side, the flickering light from the fires reflecting on her armor and in her eyes. She held her head high with pride, her face an unreadable mask for most people, her long fingers resting on the pommel of her sword, relaxed, but never caught unaware. Her hair shone pale in the orange light, cut as short as a soldier’s. She was harsh and unyielding, as always; and as always, so breathtakingly beautiful.

"This world is not big enough for you to get rid of me, milady." 

"It's ser, now," she said, a sliver of emotion filtering in her voice. You accepted it as the present it was.

"So you did manage to fulfil your dream."

"I did."

"Felicitations."

"And what about you? Is this what you wanted from your life?" 

She nodded towards your armor-clad body, the shield on the floor, the sword you still held in your hands.

You waited until her eyes were back on yours, so she could see the honesty, and the passion still burning in there.

"I only ever wanted one thing in my life, ser."

The battle field is no place for a lady

So no one would expect to see you there

And if you use this trick to your advantage, girl

You'll cut them to their knees as if in prayer.

With slow, controlled movements, you moved in front of her seated form, your knees meeting with the compacted earth as you kneeled before her, presenting her your sword.

"Tomorrow, let me fight beside you. My heart has always been yours. You now have my sword as well."

Brienne's warm, calloused hand rested upon your cheek as her eyes shone with tears she would never shed.

"If tomorrow has to be my last day, there's no one else whom I would want to fight by my side"

[passing-moments]

KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING thank you for drawing my freak sm

Wow, a quartet of perfectly normal cats!

[From left to right: The Aberrant (here!), Lavenderstar (@ashpaw-is-alone), Honeyspring (@mourningsbane), and ? (@passing-moments)]

[liliesandthemoon]

Chloe and her two boyfriends that are sometimes not her boyfriends on certain timelines wish you and your loved ones a Happy Christmas and festivities!!

✨

[kicksaddictny]

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He got his bike stolen

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[passing-moments]

pronoun drop for this thing

also you are actually allowed to ask this thing questions

[dianneking]

OK UPDATE: I heard the whole thing and HOLY SHIT. The VIBES. The refusal to conform. The wlw undertones. GO GIVE THIS A LISTEN ASAP.

Also, Gwendoline Christie's voice makes me weak at the knees.

Fellow Gwendoline cultists fans, FYI there are 19 days left to listen to the BBC dramatisation of Neil Gaiman's The Sleeper and the Spindle for free.

It stars Gwendoline Christie as The Queen.

Sometimes the BBC are weird about people using their services outside the UK but in this instance I was able to listen from not-the-UK without any issue.

It's a very good retelling of well-known fairy tales and worth putting aside the hour to listen to the whole thing.

However, if you're too busy, I gotchu.

If, like me, you are a slut for Gwen, then your highlight is gonna be her character asking for a kiss and then when her prince is concerned about the gardeners seeing them, saying (in an obscene tone) "Let them watch". Absolutely dead, on my knees for this woman. So, of course, I have saved this snippet for you.

Please enjoy!

[djungelscog]

mam: my son works at the fish shop!!

garden centre guy: oh ill look out for him :)!!

mam, recognising the fellaʼs campness & forgetting iʼm aro/bi: 🤨🚫🏳️‍🌈⁉️

[dianneking]

Ok ok ok I know I am late. BUT I will admit in this public setting that I FINALLY got to S1E4 of The Sandman (2022) and

LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR

There's no gif, cut scene or audio snippet that can express how that being made me feel

Like I'm sorry, sire? Sorry. Monarch? Sorry. Master?

Also, can we talk about the parting remarks?

"One day, Morpheus, we shall destroy you"

"Until that day, Lightbringer"

Uhm, excuse me? Can you two tone down the flirting? I am dying here!

Also, feel free to destroy me at your earliest convenience

[plutobutartsy]

i'm gonna scream. for as long as i have acne a lot of people are gonna think of me as unclean or dirty and make all kinds of bad faith assumptions about me.

[liliesandthemoon]

Silly little piece I did of GCG on a date!

* Disclaimer no Gawains were tricked and forced to relax and have a date with his partners in the making of this picture