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[ im procrastinating writing again, who wants my rhaenicent playlist? ]

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Sarah Bolger as Mary I

The Tudors 3.04 (2007-2010)

#[ i will ALWAYS be obsessed w this gifset #the fit #the pearls #just perfectly marg #and also how marg would be w garlan and leonette's kids #the best aunt ] #. : : VISAGE

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First Loves | Elissa Rowan

Lady Elissa Rowan. Daughter of Lord Mathis Rowan of Goldengrove. One year older than Margaery herself, she was a tall and willowy young girl with honey-gold hair and blue-green eyes.

Elissa was sent to Highgarden in 292 AC to become one of Margaery’s companions following Loras’s departure to Storm’s End. Though she was the oldest of the group by a year, Elissa was the shyest by far. It took her longer than the others to grow past the homesickness but she warmed to Margaery first. 

Once opened up to the other girls, Elissa’s personality came out in full. While reserved in mixed company, she had a sharp sense of humor that never failed to make the group laugh. Even as they grew older, Elissa remained the most easily frightened of the group and was decidedly less bold than the others. She had a particularly lovely voice and liked to sing. (Margaery would prefer to listen to Elissa sing hymns rather than attempt them herself). She loved horses and was as proficient a rider as Margaery at a given age. Elissa was fond of Willas’s hounds and forever envious that Margaery had been gifted a pup of her own. She was less fond of birds, though, and preferred to stay behind when the others went hawking.

Of the three companions, Maragery was closest with Elissa. When social hierarchies were still being established among the girls, they would confide in and stand up for each other. Margaery herself would eventually come to command the envy and respect of their little group but Elissa was content with a more background role. Not particularly fond of the spotlight but always eager to be the object of Margaery's attention. Before long, the two girls were nigh on inseparable. Elissa was the person she was always most eager to see each morning. The person she wished to speak to first and with whom she would share her secrets, such as they were.

In 296 AC, their relationship shifted and the underlying feelings between them became decidedly romantic. For Margaery, it was unexpected and exciting yet the most natural thing in the world. That the person who knew her best also held her heart was only right. The months and weeks that followed were full of laughter and joy and eager kisses around quiet corners. Given Highgarden's comparatively lax attitudes towards same-sex relationships, the shift between them went relatively unremarked upon by those around them. If anyone took notice, they remained silent or feigned ignorance. And so, they lived out their fledgling romance both in the full light of day and the quiet behind closed doors.

It was not always bliss between them, however. They were both young and immature and learning the boundaries of love and desire. And they would test those boundaries, sometimes without the soft touch required to protect the other's feelings. As a group, all four girls would often giggle and speculate on the sort of men they would someday marry. Following the beginning of her relationship with Margaery, Elissa seemed less and less enthusiastic with such conversation. Often, her mood would sour and she would find herself snapping at the others with less provocation than usual. Desmera and Elinor did not seem to make the connection but Margaery certainly did. And she would quickly soothe her love with sweet whispers and soft kisses when the others weren't looking.

The feelings of discontent and conversations long avoided finally came to a head in early 297 AC. A visit to the Arbor was an exciting prospect for all four girls though it was perhaps most memorable for Margaery herself. It is there that she strikes up a flirtation with Addam Rhysling, a younger son to one of Lord Paxter's vassals. It was by no means a serious thing but it would mark her first experience with a traditional sort of courting--clumsy and doomed though it was. For Elissa, watching Margaery accept and return the flirtations was equal parts confusing and hurtful. In her excitement, Margaery was either unable or unwilling to consider the other girl's feelings on the matter. For the duration of the visit, their conversations were peppered with sudden snaps and sharp jabs.

Even after returning to Highgarden, their air between them remained cold. With Desmera having remained behind at the Arbor, it fell to Elinor to keep the peace and attempt to coax them out of their quarrel. While they were no longer openly angry with each other, they refused to speak to each other directly--preferring to talk to Elinor, servants, or really anyone but each other.

The stalemate lasted several weeks, until Elinor came down with a stomach sickness that left her bedridden and unable to keep much down. All of this happened just as the young people of Highgarden were readying for a long hunt and hawking expedition—planned long in advance for Willas' nameday and scheduled so it could coincide Loras' short visit.

With Elinor so ill, Marg hesitated to go even though it would kill her miss such a trip with her brothers. The night before the hunt, she and Elissa found themselves alone together in her rooms. They managed some small talk (mostly about how Elinor was doing) before an uncomfortable silence falls. After a while, Elissa tells her to go, that she will stay and keep Elinor company until she's well. Marg still wasn't sure until Elissa takes her hand and presses it to her chest. She insists, saying that she's still angry with Marg and needs a few days to think. Marg eventually agrees, determined to take the time to center herself and reconnect with her brothers.

Before they leave the next day, Margaery says a tentative goodbye to Elissa in her chambers and—though there's still tension—she was hopeful that the time apart will allow them to have a better discussion when she returned Elissa's small smile reassured her even further.

But the gods--and the men in power--could be cruel. Upon her return, Margaery found two things: Elinor, much recovered from her illness and Elissa not at all. It was explained to her that Lord Rowan had recalled his daughter, having deemed it was passed time she was courted and betrothed. Margaery was distraught and could not understand why it could not have waited until she returned. Worse, Elissa had not left so much as a note behind for her.

Margaery would not find out why for many months. The truth of it would change her and harden her heart.

#[ i'm still tweaking w elissa as a character #but this is the gist of it #i love her very much ] #. : : HEADCANON

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291 AC | Loras' Departure

The day Loras departed for Storm's End, Margaery spent some time in the morning watching the preparations in the courtyard from a high window--brooding. Her feelings were jumbled and confused, save a general sense of upset. While she knew that Loras would be leaving and why, a large part of her never truly accepted that her brother and constant companion would be gone. Reachable only by letter, which would never be enough and—knowing Loras—not guaranteed. The entire time, she assumed that someone—whether her father or grandmother or Willas—would put a stop to the plans, even up to the last day.

Once the family gathered in the courtyard and Loras himself started to load up, the panic set in. At first she refused to approach the horses to say goodbye, physically pulling back against Alerie as she was urged forward. It wasn't until she saw the fear and anxiety in Loras's face that she finally moved forward to hug him. Their embrace was desperate and neither of them knew what to say to each other. All they could do was hold on tighter, if only for a few moments.

After final goodbyes and reminders from the family, Loras and his guard finally turned their horses and rode out of the courtyard. Once the gate closed, Alerie reached down to lead Margaery back inside. Marg flinched away from her touch, angry tears filling her eyes. Her mother spoke softly to her, trying to soothe her, but Marg only slapped away her hand and ran back into the castle.

She pushed past all of them—Mace, Alerie, Willas, Septa Nysterica—and did not stop until she reached Loras's old chambers. Her sudden entrance startled the servants tidying up. She was almost enraged that someone was in that space, especially since she was so distraught. She screamed at them to get out and did not stop until they fled. Then the room was empty and silent, save for her heavy breathing. Tears were streaming down her face, blurring her vision. For a few moments, all she could do is just stand there, teeth clenched to stop herself from openly sobbing.

Slowly, she walked over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. It waswhere Loras kept some of his old toys, including a collection of clay knights-on-horses. They'd been among his favorites, at least before he started his own training and was no longer satisfied with anything but the real thing. She picked one up. The paint had chipped in some places, faded in others, but the green and gold of the knight's armor was still recognizable. It was all of Loras's dreams made miniature and hand-held. It felt to her like a dream dreamed in vain.

Margaery held it in her hands for a minute or two and then, with a devastated shriek, whirled around and threw it as hard as she could. It shattered against the opposite wall, scattering pieces all over the floor.

#[ one theme i've found about marg in general: #she fears abandonment and isolation more than anything #and in those moments when she feels most vulnerable #she lashes out #see: cersei's visit to her after she's arrested ] #. : : HEADCANON #. : : OOC

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[ i'm just gonna start posting headcanons, see if that wakes my muse up ]

#[ i miss my gal #and i have a lot of thoughts just no motivation to write ] #. : : OOC

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[ having a lot of thoughts about show!alicent at the moment ]

#[ all I want to do is ramble #and info dump about her #don’t think i can write in her POV but #maybe an essay? #idk just gotta get the thoughts out ] #. : : OOC

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[ ...shut the fuck up ]

#[ i'm OBSESSED w this red carpet look #the hair the dress #all of it #it's so marg #god bless the new brunette era ] #. : : VISAGE #. : : OOC

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[ the view between villages by noah kahan is a starks-returning-to-winterfell anthem, it’s all i can think of when it comes on ]

#[ that’s all #back to my void ] #. : : OOC

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Jade being unfairly beautiful  |  1x03

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[ 'to someone from a warm climate' but it's sansa/margaery cuddling/sleeping next to each other ]

#[ having *thoughts* #but mostly just that #this song is my current obsession ] #. : : OOC

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Ekaterina tv series [2014] S01EP10 Marina Aleksandrova as Grand Duchess Catherine Alexeevna (later Catherine the Great)

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— Run. I can’t keep up with you. Little birds.

Русский ковчег (2002) RUSSIAN ARK, dir. Alexander Sokurov

#[ def a romanticized version of marg growing up at highgarden #but lets bffr #compared to a lot of people in asoiaf #she really did have a charmed childhood ] #. : : AESTHETIC #. : : HOUSE TYRELL

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"...but I don't like a GOLD RUSH."

@zobrietikuni

#[ and this is why i shouldn't be on photoshop #past my bedtime #anyways i love them ur honor ] #zobrietikuni #. : : DYN. AEGON & MARGAERY #. : : VISAGE #. : : MY EDITS

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When she felt she had the strength, she looked up and watched Sansa's expression for any kind of reaction. Any shift that would hint at what she was thinking or feeling. The queen gave nothing away, her face lovely and unchanging in the brief but harrowing silence between them. Margaery wondered when she had lost the ability to endure such silences. Nothing in particular came to mind but somewhere between the horrors of King's Landing and the loss of Highgarden, she had become...diminished. The thought made her skin prickle unpleasantly. She pulled her arms in a little, picking at the stitching on her long sleeves.  

Relief came in the form of a smile—slight but so, so warm—and an absolution she wasn't sure she should accept. But Margaery did not voice her misgivings. It wasn't her place to dismiss the kind of grace Sansa offered, given how difficult it might well have been. And perhaps she was too selfish to reject forgiveness in any form.

Margaery took a deep, steadying breath. It was the sort of thing meant to suppress tears or the start of a sob. Even then, there was no risk of either occurring. The only tears she had left to shed were not meant for this place, where they might freeze upon her cheeks. Her returning smile was weak and still a little uncertain, even when Sansa reached out to cover Margaery's hand with her own. The touch made her heart skip a beat.

She didn't have a chance to reflect on that before the other woman was offering a jape to cut through the tension. A hoarse laugh forced its way up her throat. “That's more than enough reason to endure the cold, I think.” Truthfully, the freezing winds and spring snows were a welcome—if uncomfortable—distraction from everything she'd left behind in the south. From everything she would have to face when she returned. She glanced down at Sansa's hand where it remained on hers, soft and warm.

“If I'm to continue to be honest, I have less 'political value'--as you put it--in the Reach than ever before. Most of the lords are preoccupied with healing their own lands and rebuilding their houses. They tolerate my presence in their homes well enough and my assistance with issues they'd rather not handle themselves but I think they're happy to see the back of me, when the time comes.” An amused smile touched her lips, wider than before. “It's been a...strange experience."

 ‍ it had been a question prodding at sansa for longer than she wants to admit. an easy one to ignore, when she was demanded left and right and margaery tyrell was a far - away fancy of a kingdom further south than she's ever traveled —— but holding the information that she'd be visiting, anticipating it for so long, it'd started to linger in her thoughts almost nightly. and there is a relief in voicing it, but a cinch of uncertainty as well. like part of her fears it will be laughed off, as if she'd read too much into things. when that isn't the case, the queen cannot help leaning forward to hang onto the other's words, her own gaze unflinching from margaery's visage.

 ‍ it doesn't hurt as much as she may have thought, once. there is nothing unexpected found in margaery's answer. and when sansa searches for some sort of scorn or bitterness from herself, she finds it —— only directed outward, a familiar frustration with their circumstances in this world. women who are content are seen as docile, weak, yet those who want for themselves are named greedy and cruel - hearted by people blind to the sacrifices they have made. willingly, perhaps —— but she dares to believe still that the rose's heart is as big as her ambition.

 ‍ ❝ nothing would have changed. ❞ she speaks gently, and there is a small smile still at her lips; it had hurt then, feeling deserted by her only friend whilst trapped in the confines of an unwanted marriage, when grief weighed on her like an anchor. but what else could margaery have done in that place? her family climbing the totem pole as they were, narrowly avoiding the snakes biting at their ankles.

 ‍ sansa hesitates a moment, then reaches across the table to lay her palm carefully across the back of her companion's hand. her guilt is clear, and she wishes to cleanse it. ❝ and it amounts to little now. we were both trying to survive there, in our own ways —— and we did. however you feel you have wronged or hurt me, you are forgiven. those days are behind us. ❞ she pauses, and there is a sly playfulness in the gradual arch of a brow that follows. ❝ i hope. you'll find very little political value here. ❞ alas, there are no more kings to wed this far north.

#[ the way she would have cried w relief #if she could ] #northsblood #. : : IC

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MEDICI:   MASTERS   OF   FLORENCE   QUOTES.   All   sentences   in   this   are   taken   from   the   first   season   of   Medici:   Masters   of   Florence.   You   can   change   the   names   and   pronouns,   locations   as   you   see   fit.

The whole tree does not die because one branch falls.

There are more ways for a woman to be indispensable than in just bearing children.

A foolish man lives for himself. A wise man lives with a purpose.

A man always has a choice, if he is willing to lose.

Sometimes it’s not about backing the man most likely to win. It’s about backing the right man making sure he does win.

Perception is power. And we must appear powerful, now more than ever.

Opportunities may arise in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Men are God’s creation. Whatever we achieve is God’s glory.

It is sometimes necessary to do some bad in order to achieve a much greater good.

Parents expect everything from their children. And then they die and what they expect ceases to matter.

For the new leaders to rise the old must fall.

All men are capable of murder! Given the right circumstances.

A man who turned once, could be turned again.

A man must live his own life.

Now and then, the truth needs a little help to be told.

An innocent man fears nothing.

If the Medici are to shape history we must live beyond our lifetimes.

A man determined to die should be allowed to run headlong into his own sword.

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MAYANS M.C. (2018–)

#[ idgaf that this gifset is about sisters #but this is 100% how marg feels about loras #they clashed so much as kids #but she always wanted to be as brave as him #he's her hero ] #. : : DYN. LORAS & MARGAERY #. : : ISMS #. : : VISAGE