#richard land

[gingernutsenthusiast]

right person, wrong time (variations on heartbreak)

@leemartenspoetry on tumblr

vita sackville-west & fegan’s 1924 café in dublin

everything everywhere all at once (2022)

@heavensghost on tumblr

i had to get out by indigo de souza

‘calling a wolf a wolf' by kaveh akbar

river by joni mitchell

‘english song’ in a little larger than the entire universe: selected poems by fernando pessoa

slumber by ron hicks

fish in exile by vi khi nao

penitent magdalene by antonio ciseri

@ojibwa on tumblr

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & the awakening by angelo morbelli

as good as it gets by fizz

lonely this christmas by mud & picture of the christmas tree at trinity college dublin, taken by me in december of 2022

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & picture by andrew collins via globalnews.ca

@inanotherunivrs on tumblr & a polaroid of me taken by my ex-boyfriend

‘in a dream you saw a way to survive’ by clementine von radics & a picture of my ex-boyfriend's window, taken by me

bluets by maggie nelson & the poolbeg generating station, dublin

‘unrequited’ by sasha m george & inheritance by matthew w. cornell

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@ faraway on instagram & lavender sprigs farm cut by linda jacobus

the museum of heartbreak by meg leder

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‘seaside improvisation’ by richard siken

@ dracarysgang on twitter

@-love-letters-i-never-sent

@fromdarzaitoleeza on tumblr

explosions by ellie goulding

‘i had a dream about you’ by richard siken

the beatrice letters by lemony snicket

la la land (2016)

‘catalog of unabashed gratitude’ by ross gay

@stuckinapril on tumblr

@deathlywounded on tumblr

some are always hungry by jihyun yun

‘speaking practice’ by franny choi

 a self-portrait in letters by anna sexton & a picture of my ex-boyfriend in a lake in Orfű, Hungary

@sunsbleeding on tumblr

‘there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying’ by p.d

[jakegyllenbaalz]

random film title cards

[archiveofaffinities]

Richard Serra, Shift, King City, Canada, 1972

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

RSL Racing Ferrari Enzo, 2010. A twin-turbocharged modified Enzo that set a new Southern California Timing Association World Land Speed record of 237.871 miles per hour at the Bonneville Salt Flats on October 10, 2010. The car piloted by Richard Losee

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Cavern of Souls

Artist: Richard Wright TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[beingharsh]

"The Deal", Mitski" / "Diorama of Ghosts", Paige Lewis / "The Torn-Up Road", Richard Siken

[mayasaura]

thinking about that quote that's like "oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued" wrt the kiriona & phyrra & nona thing; kiriona wants so badly for someone to save her, so she lashes out at phyrra and nona when they're not the people she wanted to show up

I think. It might be worse. Because yes, she wanted Harrow to save her from her tower, and she HATES that she got Nona instead, but also. She's been wanting so badly for someone to save her for such a long time and

Pyrrha kind of is who she wanted to show up. She's just twenty years too late.

[redmarch07]

I have a problem with suddenly disappear... but today i bring you the drawing i did for my phonecase :D

Lots of mini goslings :3

[vertigoartgore]

1982's Fantastic Four Vol.1 #247 cover by John Byrne & Glynis Wein.

[bloodwrittenletters]

richard 'dick' john grayson ⌇ DC comics

these violent delights, have violent ends.

⋆ i bet on losing dogs ― i bet on losing dogs ; mistki

[aimeedaisies]

!!!NEWS!!!

ROYAL COMMUNICATIONS

Wednesday 5th June - Thursday 6th June 2024

Their Majesties The King and Queen, joined by other Members of the Royal Family, will mark the 80th Anniversary of the D-Day Landings.

Wednesday 5th June 2024

The King and Queen, accompanied by The Prince of Wales, will attend the UK's national commemorative event in Portsmouth to mark the 80th anniversary of the D-Day Landings.

The Princess Royal, Colonel-in-Chief of The Royal Regina Rifles, accompanied by Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, will unveil a statue of a Second World War Canadian Royal Regina Rifleman and attend a Reception in Normandy with members of the Regiment, to mark the 80th anniversary of the D-Day Landings.

At the Bayeux War Cemetery, The Princess Royal and Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence will join Normandy veterans and French representatives at a Royal British Legion Service of Commemoration.

As President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission (CWGC), The Princess Royal, accompanied by Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, will attend an annual service of remembrance at Bayeux Cathedral. This will be followed by a service and vigil later that evening where Her Royal Highness will give a speech in remembrance of those who lost their lives during the operation.

Thursday 6th June 2024

The King and Queen will attend The Ministry of Defence and the Royal British Legion's commemorative event at the British Normandy Memorial at Ver-sur-Mer to mark the 80th anniversary of D-Day. His Majesty is Patron of the Royal British Legion.

The Prince of Wales will attend the Canadian commemorative ceremony at the Juno Beach Centre, Courseulles-sur-Mer, hosted by the Government of Canada. His Royal Highness will join Canadian D-Day and Second World War Veterans, as well as Canadian Armed Forces personnel, cadets, and wider youth representatives at the event.

The Prince of Wales will attend the international commemorative ceremony at Omaha Beach, Saint Laurent sur Mer, joining over 25 Heads of State and veterans from around the world in marking this historic anniversary.

At the National Memorial Arboretum in Staffordshire, The Duke and Duchess of Edinburgh will join veterans and their families at the Royal British Legion's Service of Remembrance.

The Duke and Duchess of Gloucester will attend 'D-Day 80: Remembering the Normandy Landings', an evening of music-led, multi-generational storytelling, reflecting on the Second World War at the Royal Albert Hall.

[sesamestreep]

I know we’re like spoiled for choice when it comes to connecting Siken poems to characters from The Terror because of the, um, Themes, you know? But honestly, if we’re not talking about “Real Estate” and how it’s The Poem for Crozier then actually what are we doing, even?

[heatherzk]

Mein Land!

[mythical-art]

An elf and birds by Richard Doyle (lithograph)

[countrymusiclover]

15 - The Handmaiden’s Admirer

Part 16

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989

Kings Landing - A few months later

Tyrion’s pov

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I climbed out of the bed seeing that one of the servants had slipped underneath my chamber door. Picking up the envelope I tore it open seeing a Lannister seal attached to it. “This isn’t Haelesa’s handwriting meaning it’s Chez.” I muttered sitting down on the edge of the bed before I read quietly to myself.

“Dear Tyrion,

I must seal this letter to appear that it is Haelesa writing to you but as you’ve probably already figured out it is not. Your brother has been placed inside a cell and we remain in one of the camps tents per the young wolf’s request. My best friend won’t admit it but she clearly has feelings for him. I haven’t spoken to her about us yet. I wish I could talk about our relationship truly considering we only were together until Jaime led the Lannister army into battle. Anyway you should know I miss you, my lion.”

yours, Chezney”

Closing the paper in my hands I stared silently at it wishing she was here. My father and sister could never know about these letters for they would go after her. Father already didn’t like me and he would say I was discraing the family name if I married someone below my station a second time. If we were lucky Chezney and I could marry once the war was won for good.

Sitting in the small council room we had finally received a letter from Robb Stark’s camp and my sister took the paper from our cousin reading it aloud for all. “From this time until the end of time we are not part of your realm but a free and independent kingdom of the North” - he has more spirit then his father I’ll give him that.” She tore the paper into four separate pieces.

“You’ve perfected the art of tearing up papers. We can give him his father’s bones back as a show of good faith.”

My sister eyed our cousin. “You’ll give the Stark’s our reply, cousin.

He nodded, being escorted out of the room. “I will, your Grace.”

“At the very least we should be grateful that our brother and his wife are still alive and that the Stark boy hasn’t taken their heads.”

She rolled her eyes in my direction. “Oh shut up. The only thing I want from your mouth is a plan on how we can get our brother back and that ridiculous Velaryon girl father forced him to wed.”

“You can’t blame our father for your misery when he is unaware of how close you and Jaime really are.” Leaning back in my chair I could speak the truth that only a small handful of people knew about in the Seven Kingdoms.

My sister looked at me like she wanted to bitch slap me across the face at my remark. “What did I just say could come from your mouth!”

“You’re forgetting that this Velaryon girl may have more under her name than you realize.”

“What do you mean?” Cersei asked me.

“If you would let me finish you might hear my answer. The Velaryon house may almost all be gone but they are loyal to Robert’s house which you control. Her father owns a very large fleet. If you return his daughter back safely he will be very loyal to our part in the war.”

I had to bite the inside of my lip fighting my instinct to not tell her that I hoped Chezney would get my letter to tell Haelesa to write to her father and see where her father’s loyalty truly lied. “That is probably one of the smartest things you’ve ever said. Deliver what words need to be sent to a messenger who shall deliver it through a Raven.”

“I’ll leave right now to do so. I think this is the first we’ve actually plotted together.”

My sister rose from her chair leaving the room before I grumbled under her breath. “Don’t get used to it, you little monster.”

“Gods help me.” I whispered to the ceiling not wanting my friends to get hurt and for my brother to be returned home without too much blood shed on my hands.

Stark Camp - Haelesa’s pov

“Ahh. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you have improved much from the first time.” I threw my head back when we separated our bodies from the other and I hopped around pulling my trousers back up needing to hide the deed that we had just done.

Yanking my cloak on and over my shoulders I clipped it closes together looking at Jaime who was chaining himself back up since I had under done them with a key I stole from the guard who was asleep. “I wouldn't have ever guessed you were a woman who wants sex half the time.”

“Are you complaining about my services because we can stop then right here right now.” I threatened him.

Jaime held up his hands in surrender. “God's no! You've made me sitting in my own shit for months less worse.”

“If you want to keep it this way then don’t mock me with that arrogant attitude of yours. Now I best be going, Kingslayer.” Spinning around on my feet I exited the cell suddenly tumbling to the dirt when I bumped into someone and we toppled to the ground tangled up in the others limbs. “Ow! Hey, watch where you’re going - Robb?”

He rubbed his head tousling his already messy curls around seeing it was me through the thin amount of light the torches could provide. “Hael? What were you doing in there with him?”

“Um - telling him how you are going to win this war against his family of course.”

He slowly pushed himself up to stand helping me up from the harsh dirt. “Did he hurt you? Your clothing is twisted about.” His eyes scanned over my form seeing my cloak was wrinkled which wasn’t common for me and my tunic appeared to be thrown on in a haste showing more of my chest than I normally liked to.

“Oh, I’m fine. Must have gotten that way from the fall. I’m sorry I took you down with my clumsiness.” I did the best I could to fix my shirt and didn’t bother with the cloak since the wind blew slowly around us regardless.

The wolf boy nodded, staring at me for a long time before he ever spoke his next words. “Well I was actually coming to find you. I was wondering if you’d accompany me for a walk this morning. If you’ve got time of course.”

“Chezney will likely still be asleep. She’s not a morning person, so I am completely free.”

A genuine smile crossed his features. “Great then let’s go, my lady.”

We didn’t walk too far away from camp since the sun had just started rising over the mountains and providing us with warm daylight. Robb and I walked almost in sync with one another in a comfortable silence just listening to the sounds of the animals and winds of the forest. “I have been meaning to find you and speak with you about what happened between us.”

“Robb, I really don’t wish to talk about that situation anymore. You can think whatever you wish. So long as I am living in your camp I must follow the commands of the king giving me a place to stay.”

He paused in his step reaching down and grasping my right hand in his gloved one. “Haelesa, please let me apologize for not giving you the opportunity to defend yourself. You deserve to tell me your side of the story and I am here to listen to you.”

“If you wish to know, Jaime asked if I would give him one final kiss thinking he was going to be killed that night. It may have appeared as if I had started the kiss but it truly had nothing to do with it. I was simply giving him one last request.”

Robb softly nodded his head squeezing my hand that he was still holding in his larger one. “Thank you for telling me, Hael. I believe what you’re telling me.”

“Thanks for believing in me.” I sent him a smile.

“Gaomagon ao shijetra issa? - ( Do you forgive me )”

“Wha - what did you say to me?”

Robb simply answered. “You know what I said.”

“I do. But I wish to know how. I’ve only taught you the basics so how do you know how to speak Valyrian without my help?” I knitted my brows together having a guess of what he had done but I noted that his effort meant something to me.

Robb spoke in my family’s language once more and my heart skipped a few beats when he did. “Syt se past month se tolī nyke emagon spent issa spare jēda rūsīr issa bartos buried isse se valyrīha udrir bona ao lent issa. - ( For the past month and more I have spent my spare time with my head buried in the Valyrian language that you lent me.)”

“Nyke’m proud hen aōha efforts, robb. Lo īlva circumstances istan different issa families lentor olvie likely would’ve supported ao sir isse bisa vīlībāzma. Lo īlon ēdan wed - ( I’m proud of your efforts, Robb. If our circumstances were different my families house most likely would’ve supported you now in this war. If we had wed.)”

Robb shifted his feet pressing our chests against one another with our noses brushing the other taking my voice away when he had asked a question I wasn’t expecting him to. “Who says the circumstances have to be different now. Why can’t we be wed now you and I?”

Drawing my head slightly back I tried to remove my hand from his grasp but he wouldn’t allow me to gently tightening his grip waiting for a reply. “Because you’ve been betrothed off to Frey's daughter. I am the wife of Jaime Lannister and you - you have to marry her. You made a vow to her family-“

“I don’t care about my vow. I don’t want to marry the Frey girl.”

I stuttered for more words but nothing came. “Robb-“

“Will you marry me or not, Haelesa Velaryon?” I remained frozen staring into his eyes wishing I knew what to say to him asking for my hand here and now.

[woundgallery]

Richard Long, Four Ways, 2014, Delabole Slate from Cornwall