#summerwines

[malibubaby222]

strawberries, cherries, and an angel's kiss in spring

#lana del rey #summerwine #nancy sinatra #lee hazlewood #lizzy grant #lana del rey icons #ldr #ultraviolence #borntodie #americana #coquette

[melsts3hairfinds]

Simpliciaty Summerwine

https://ifcasims.tumblr.com/post/164816627379/hair-dump-87-simpliciaty-cas-thumbnails-meshes

#simpliciaty #ifcasims #simpliciaty summerwine #af hair #f #like

[frankveda]

And now something completely different :

Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things

Irgendwie vermisse ich den Sommer.

Viel Spaß mit #veda_food !

#foodporn #food #fastfood #gesund #aiart #summerwine #nancysinatra #leehazelwood #wein #WorldOfVeda #veda_food

[sipwatchtravel]

I love weekends in the summer! The only thing that would make today better is if Monday wasn’t two days away… When was the last time you had a really good Torrontés? I had one this week: Alto Molino Torrontés [macerated jasmine petals, mangosteen, Dragonfruit purée, meyer lemon and culinary baking spices] #summerwine #whitewine #wineporn #sommelier #somm #tastingnotes #SaturdaySips #summer #weekendvibes

#wine #sommelier #somm #whitewine #summer #summerwine

[tfc2211]

The Jetliners – At The Taj Mahal Bombay (1968)

#The Jetliners #Summerwine

[nosta-l-gia]

#summerwine #Youtube

[eunoiaaaaaaa]

#chicstyle #effortlesschic #summerwine #winenight #summer2022fashiontrends #europeanchicstyle #europeansummer #travelinspiration #traveloutfit #winetasting #Instagram

[leeuwenkuilwine]

Summer times… #leeuwenkuil #leeuwenkuilfamilyvineyards #wine #winefarm #winesofsouthafrica #sawine #summerwine #whitewine #cheninblancsa https://www.instagram.com/p/CmQtePAqiLX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#leeuwenkuil #leeuwenkuilfamilyvineyards #wine #winefarm #winesofsouthafrica #sawine #summerwine #whitewine #cheninblancsa

[ambrosiuswines]

The island wines from Sicily have a crispness that is perfect for the summer. Made from the indigenous grape Catarratto, this is a bright citrus forward wine, with a nose of Mediterranean herbs and a mineral undertone. This wine is made from vines that grow as high as 900m on volcanic soils. One of my favourites for the summer ☀️👏#castellucimiano #sicilianwine #catarratto #ambrosiuskoksijde #ambrosiusshop #koksijde_oostduinkerke #summerwine (bij Ambrosius) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfRB2UxIDqq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#castellucimiano #sicilianwine #catarratto #ambrosiuskoksijde #ambrosiusshop #koksijde_oostduinkerke #summerwine

[ninecentgirl]

Year 29 is over, grades wrapped up, classroom straightened out, and kiddos graduated! Time to celebrate all the teachers from coast to coast, and applaud a job well-done during this extraordinarily challenging year. You & me & all the rest of us: we did it! 🎓🌈🥳🌸🎪#schoolsoutforsummer #badassteacher #summerwins (at Peoples Academy) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce4xeDjMCHs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#schoolsoutforsummer #badassteacher #summerwins

[flowerishness]

Rosa (var: "Julia Child")

The Julia Child rose was bred by the American Tom Carruth in 2004. Technically speaking, this beautiful, butter-colored rose was created by crossing several other varieties ("Voodoo" x Hybrid of R. soulieana x "Summerwine" x "Topnotch"). They say that the famous TV chef, Julia Child, chose this rose that would bear her name.

Oh, by the way, it's Rose Week on @flowerishness...

#flowers #photographers on tumblr #rose #rose garden #yellow #fleurs #flores #fiori #blumen #bloemen #Queens Park New Westminster #vancouver #Julia Child

[marichive]

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Jon Snow in A Game of Thrones , the first book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ This is what a king should look like. ❞

❝ Hungry again? ❞

❝ Is this one of the direwolves I’ve heard so much of? ❞

❝ Summerwine, nothing so sweet. How many cups have you had? ❞

❝ I believe I was younger than you the first time I got truly and sincerely drunk. ❞

❝ He’s not like the others. ❞

❝ He never makes a sound. ❞

❝ Don’t you usually eat at the table with your brothers? ❞

❝ She thought it might give insult to the royal family to seat a bastard among them. ❞

❝ My brother does not seem very festive tonight. ❞

❝ The queen is angry, too. ❞

❝ He took the king down into the crypts this afternoon. The queen didn’t want him to go. ❞

❝ You don’t miss much, do you? ❞

❝ We could use a man like you. ❞

❝ Take me with you when you go. ❞

❝ Father will give me leave to go if you ask him, I know he will. ❞

❝ Bastards grow up faster than other children. ❞

❝ Someone should have told him that war isn’t a game. ❞

❝ I forget nothing. ❞

❝ I want to serve. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you’re asking. ❞

❝ We have no families. None of us will ever father sons. Our wife is duty. Our mistress is honor. ❞

❝ A bastard can have honor too. ❞

❝ I am ready to swear your oath. ❞

❝ Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up. ❞

❝ I don’t care about that! ❞

❝ If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price. ❞

❝ I’m not your son! ❞

❝ Come back to me after you’ve fathered a few bastards of your own, and we’ll see how you feel. ❞

❝ I will never father a bastard. Never. ❞

❝ I must be excused. ❞

❝ Is that animal a wolf? ❞

❝ What are you doing up there? ❞

❝ Why aren’t you at the feast? ❞

❝ Shy, isn’t he? ❞

❝ You can touch him now. He won’t move until I tell him to. I’ve been training him. ❞

❝ If I wasn’t here, he’d tear out your throat. ❞

❝ Did I offend you? ❞

❝ You have more of the North in you than your brothers. ❞

❝ Let me give you some counsel. ❞

❝ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. ❞

❝ Make it your strength, then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you. ❞

❝ What do you know about being a bastard? ❞

❝ All dwarves are bastards in their father’s eyes. ❞

❝ I don’t even know who my mother was. ❞

❝ What are you doing here? ❞

❝ You’ve said it. Now go away. ❞

❝ I told you to leave. We don’t want you here. ❞

❝ He’s my brother. ❞

❝ Shall I call the guards? ❞

❝ You can’t stop me from seeing him. ❞

❝ I’m sorry I didn’t come before. I was afraid. ❞

❝ I have to go now. ❞

❝ I wanted him to stay here with me. ❞

❝ I prayed for it. He was my special boy. ❞

❝ Sometimes prayers are answered. ❞

❝ It wasn’t your fault. ❞

❝ I need none of your absolution. ❞

❝ It should have been you. ❞

❝ Leaving is harder than I thought. ❞

❝ You Starks are hard to kill. ❞

❝ I have one more farewell to make. ❞

❝ I was afraid you were gone. ❞

❝ What did you do now? ❞

❝ I have something for you to take with you. ❞

❝ This is no toy. ❞

❝ Be careful you don’t cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with. ❞

❝ You’ll have to work at it every day. ❞

❝ How does it feel? ❞

❝ First lesson, stick them with the pointy end. ❞

❝ I wish you were coming with us. ❞

❝ Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows? ❞

❝ Put down the sword first. ❞

❝ I can only stomach so much ineptitude in any one day. ❞

❝ How often must I tell you no? ❞

❝ You broke my wrist. ❞

❝ I’ll break the other one for you if you ask nicely. ❞

❝ Look at me when I’m talking to you. ❞

❝ They hate me because I’m better than they are. ❞

❝ I’ve watched you fight. It’s not training with you; put a good edge on your sword, and they’d be dead meat. ❞

❝ You shame them. Does that make you proud? ❞

❝ You do want to know what’s on the other side, don’t you? ❞

❝ It’s nothing special. ❞

❝ No one cares where you sleep. Most of the old keeps are empty, you can pick any cell you want. ❞

❝ It’s better that I’m by myself. ❞

❝ Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that. ❞

❝ There’s no honor in beating a fallen foe. ❞

❝ I’ve been bruised before. ❞

❝ If a bear attacked you in the woods, you’d be too stupid to run away. ❞

❝ Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it. ❞

❝ Do you like to hunt? ❞

❝ I never thought it would be like this. ❞

❝ Last night I woke up in the dark and the fire had gone out, and I was certain I was going to freeze to death by morning. ❞

❝ I never saw snow until last month. ❞

❝ I’ll die if I have to climb that. ❞

❝ I don’t like high places. ❞

❝ Sometimes I dream about it. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what might be waiting for me. ❞

❝ The old Kings of Winter are down there, sitting on their thrones with stone wolves at their feet and iron swords across their laps. ❞

❝ Please do not imagine that it will truly be that easy, should you think to defy me. ❞

❝ I don’t know what you did, but I know you did it. ❞

❝ I’ve never had a friend before. ❞

❝ We’re not friends, we’re brothers. ❞

❝ Are you well? ❞

❝ You planning to drink that all yourself? ❞

❝ You did all you could. ❞

❝ I would not disturb your rest if it were not important. ❞

❝ And if I refuse? ❞

❝ I can stand here all night if I must. ❞

❝ The mystery of a midnight visitor is a welcome diversion. ❞

❝ Why kill one, to no end? Make use of him instead. ❞

❝ It makes no matter. All that is past now. ❞

❝ The penalty for desertion is death. ❞

❝ Might I go as well? To say my words at this heart tree? ❞

❝ Why would you forsake the gods of your father and your house? ❞

❝ The Seven have never answered my prayers. Perhaps the Old Gods will. ❞

❝ And what will my duties be? ❞

❝ Do you take me for a servant? ❞

❝ Don’t you see what they’re doing? ❞

❝ He wanted to shame me, and he has. ❞

❝ I never asked for this. ❞

❝ Dark’s falling, and there’s something in the smell of the night that I mislike. ❞

❝ Tell me how they died. ❞

❝ The Others are only a story, a tale to make children shiver. ❞

❝ The king is dead. ❞

❝ The things we love destroy us every time. ❞

❝ This could not have happened at a worse time. ❞

❝ I hope you are not thinking of doing anything stupid. ❞

❝ Whatever they do in King’s Landing is none of our concern. ❞

❝ Be strong. The gods are cruel. ❞

❝ I will not sleep tonight. ❞

❝ Gods, he’s dead, he’s dead, I saw him dead! ❞

❝ A dead man tried to kill me. How well could I be? ❞

❝ You do not look well. How is your hand? ❞

❝ The maester says I’ll have scars, but otherwise the hand should be as good as it was before. ❞

❝ It was my father’s sword, and his father’s before him. ❞

❝ I would not be sitting here if not for your. ❞

❝ Honor the steel with deeds, not words. ❞

❝ You’re the one who deserves the honor. ❞

❝ You told him, didn’t you? ❞

❝ Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. ❞

❝ What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? ❞

❝ We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ We all do our duty when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. ❞

❝ You must make that choice yourself, and live with it all the rest of your days. ❞

❝ Please, you must not do this. ❞

❝ Get out of my way. ❞

❝ You can’t. I won’t let you. ❞

❝ I would sooner not hurt you. ❞

❝ I am doing the right thing, so why do I feel so bad? ❞

❝ I belong with my brother. ❞

❝ You don’t have to tell me the words, I know them as well as you do. ❞

❝ So here are your choices. Kill me, or come back with me. ❞

❝ I won’t run, if that’s what you mean. ❞

❝ The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. ❞

❝ Was your moonlight ride so tiring? ❞

❝ You know? ❞

❝ They killed my father. Did you expect me to do nothing? ❞

❝ I ordered a watch kept over you. ❞

❝ My place is here. Where is yours? ❞

❝ I have no place. ❞

❝ When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne? ❞

#rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #roleplay memes #inbox memes #rp prompt #[memes ; mine] #[memes ; for muse] #[memes ; literature] #[memes ; general] #[memes ; sentence]

[jeyneofpoole]

who's a terror guy who'd thrive in the world of asoiaf and who's an asoiaf guy who'd thrive in the world of the terror?

ohhhhhhh i love you. terror guy in asoiaf the obvious copout answer is fitzjames not just because tobias menzies was in got but because he would love dressing in cloth of gold and drinking summerwine and waxing poetic about the tourneys of his youth. i also think that tozer was born to be a knight and it was just bad luck that he ended up terroring instead let that man JOUST!!!!! i think that ned (stark not little) and crozier would be friends if ned got airdropped into the cold white north also i think margaery and lady jane combining forces would’ve gotten those guys outtie before they even got stuck on beechey. renly and jfj would either kill each other like two male betta fish in the same tank or fuck nasty + renly dies first in this scenario i think. we’ve already covered this here on ro jeyneofpoole cringe power hour but theon kills himself when they tell him he has to eat ships biscuits and do watches so he’s not thriving in any scenario.

#none of these words are in the bible sorry #asoiaf #the terror

[iwritesongfics]

Worship

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Martell! Reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 1,138

A/N: Not proof-read, written on Evernote as a short, self-indulgent fic after being randomly inspired.

***

You stood leaning alone on the wall during your sister’s betrothal feast, watching the revelry around you with bored eyes. These Northerners do not know how to feast like the Dornish, you thought.

“Hello to you, Princess Martell,” Prince Daemon approached you with a sly grin. He lifted his goblet to take a drink. “Enjoying the celebrations, I hope? Your father was kind enough to provide Dornish summerwines for the occasion.”

You raised your own goblet to the prince as if to toast him. “Immensely, my prince,” you reply with a sarcastic grin.

Daemon took another sip of his wine, taking time to appreciate its taste.

“But you must tell me, what is a Dornish princess doing to keep herself occupied?” Daemon gives you a look with his brow raised, knowing there was no chance in hell you weren’t up for some mischief.

You shrugged provocatively at him. “I don’t know, your grace, what is there to do in the Red Keep?” You look at him with impish eyes.

"I’ll admit, there’s not much to do,” Daemon said as he finished his wine, placing the goblet on the floor. “Maybe I can lend a hand to help you entertain yourself?” He couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at you – he was always a sucker for mischievous women, and he has always wondered how Dornish women were. “Perhaps a little tour of the Red Keep, perhaps?”

You look like you were seriously pondering his offer. “A private tour of the Red Keep with the majestic Prince Daemon, how could I possibly say no?”

Daemon rose with a smile as he held out his hand to you in a gentlemanly way, only the way he looked at you with his lilac eyes betrayed his intentions.

A roguish smirk played on his lips, and he led you out of the hall without a word, and you followed him giggling with excitement at the thought of a shared secret adventure.

Daemon led you down several passages and down a long staircase. He took a moment to make sure you weren’t being followed before leading you through a door with a symbol of the seven-pointed star. With a mischievous smile Daemon entered, and as you followed, you found yourself in the sept. Daemon walked to the center of the room and turned to face you.

“Prince Daemon, you say as he faces you, his lust-filled face illuminated by flickering candlelight. “Have you brought me down here to pray?”

“Only for a moment,” The prince stepped in front of you and placed his hands on your waist, before closing his eyes and bowing, his forehead touching yours.

“Seven who are one,” He began to say in a prayerful voice.

“In your name we pray,” He opened his eyes and placed a hand on your cheek.

"Mother have mercy,” he whispered before kissing your lips.

You returned his kiss hungrily, pulling at his shirt to bring him closer to you.

“Daemon,” you gasp in his mouth. “This is absolutely sacrilegious.”

“Then I hope the seven forgive me,” He looked into her eyes with desire as he took a handful of your hair and pulled you closer to him. “What’s the worst they can do to us?”

“Don’t tempt the gods, my prince,” You say with as much seriousness as you can muster, then you pressed kisses from his jaw down to his neck.

“Oh, I intend to tempt them,” he chuckled as you kissed his neck, his grip tight on your hair.

“Which god do you intend to tempt, my prince?” you replied as you slowly untied your corset in front of him.

"The Mother, perhaps," he teased.

You laughed at his reply. "Do I look like the Mother to you?" You drop your corset on the ground, and proceeds to untie your outer skirt.

"The Maiden then," he rasps out, suddenly kneeling in front of you to help you with your skirt. Now just in your shift, he moves to raise the fabric up. "Let me worship you, my Maiden," he says, licking a stripe up your slit.

You gasp at the sudden contact and felt your knees buckle as his mouth found your bud. Daemon places his arms around your thighs to steady them and you let your head roll back with pleasure. Daemon slips two fingers in your core and continued his ministrations with his mouth and hand until your pleasure peaked.

Daemon, being uncharacteristically gentle, laid you on the ground with your clothes cushioning your body. You were already so wet and trembling with anticipation and desire.

"Princess, are you okay?" You nodded and pulled him for a sloppy kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips.

"Take me, please," you begged, and Daemon's eyes darkened with desire. He trains the fat head of his cock in front of your entrance and entered slowly, feeling the drag of his member in your walls. He starts thrusting and bottoming out and you wrap your legs around his waist to give him access to a better angle.

"Please, please, please," you chanted as if in prayer as he continued to fuck you hard. He reaches between your legs and rubs your sensitive clit as he continues to thrust inside you mercilessly. "Daemon, I-!" you gasped as you came again, he suddenly gripped your throat as you came and felt your walls tighten around him. He groaned and the pace of his thrusts became more erratic until he gave a final push of his hips and came inside you.

You nestled in his arms tiredly, and he kissed your forehead as you murmured words to him he could hardly hear. Daemon thought you could have a few moments to yourself until you had to go back to the hall for the feast.

*** A few hours later

Daemon stirred as the sound of footsteps caught him off-guard for a moment, and he opened his eyes to see a septa walking in.

Before she could speak and alert the guards, the prince placed a finger on his mouth, signalling her to stay silent.

He nudged you awake gently. "Morning, my sweet," he whispered.

"Good morning, my prince," You yawned and stretched... and saw the septa. "Good morning, Septa Unella," she adds sheepishly.

The septa looked at the pair with a look of pure disgust. "Your royal highnesses, this is not proper behavior in the sept," She turned without waiting for a response, "You both should go to your chambers before anyone else finds you!"

You exchanged a look with Daemon as the septa stormed off. Once you were sure that she was out of earshot, you burst into a peal of laughter.

Daemon joined you in a fit of laughter, and you took the moment the septa gave you and made your way out of the sept with no one the wiser.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd season 1 #hotd #house of the dragon #matt smith #daemon targaryen smut #Spotify

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

Something I’ve noticed while rereading Jon’s first AGOT chapter is the whiplash we get as we transition from the image presented in Bran’s chapter and the image we get when we a actually see inside Jon’s head.

In Bran’s POV, Jon is the cool big brother who is “an old hand at justice”, has an attitude (calling Theon “ass”), and is so caring and self-sacrificial. Bran can understand that Jon sacrificed himself so the rest of his siblings can get a wolf pup but it almost reads as if he is at peace with being a bastard; perhaps it looks that way to 8yr old Bran. Jon can calmly look Lord Eddard in the eye and draw a hard line that separates himself from the rest of the Stark kids.

But Jon’s POV shows us that he’s actually not at peace with his station. Though we never see Jon’s inner monologue to finding only five pups at first, I’d imagine that he wasn’t very happy and might have even been sad that his siblings not only get the Stark name, but they get the physical manifestation of the Stark arms. Finding only five pups for five trueborn children once again lets him know that he doesn’t belong; he’s not one of them.

And we see some of this resentment rearing it’s head in Jon I. There, he now has to watch his trueborn siblings get more affirmation of their status. They can be with and engage with royalty in a way that he can’t. Even Theon Greyjoy, who’s not a Stark, gets in on the fun. But the bastard boy has to sit far away with the squires. So even though Jon has the Stark sigil with him (Ghost), it still can’t heal the wound. He’s still not up there with the rest of the family as he would want to be. And Ghost isn’t a regular direwolf. He is different from the rest of the wolf pups, just as Jon is different from the rest of his siblings. Both of them are, at the end of the day, outsiders.

So Bran’s POV shows us a cool, confident, and collected Jon (no doubt because Bran idolizes his big brother) whereas the Jon in Jon I is a mixed bag. He doesn’t come off as well as he did in Bran’s POV. He is not as mature - in fact he’s very immature here. Like the fourth line in this chapter is about him getting drunk on “the sweet, fruity taste of summerwine”. And summer children are often linked to immaturity. But more importantly, Jon’s not at peace with his status. He’s even reduced to tears because he has to be seated away from him family (he’s already tearing up before Benjen comes up to talk to him). At the end of the day, he really is just a kid.

Then get even more whiplash in Arya’s POV because she has Bran’s rose tinted goggles x1000. Jon is ever the calm, cool, amazing big brother. We have Jon calmly telling Arya that “bastards get the swords but not the arms” and how bastards can’t damage young princes. Once again, Jon looks as if he’s ok with being set apart from the rest of the Stark kids from Arya’s POV. But now we have the added context of Jon’s own chapter where he is full of doubts, insecurities, and jealousy.

#jon snow #bran stark #arya stark #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jon and bastardy #sweet summer children #my stuff

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Jon I

There were times—not many, but a few—when Jon Snow was glad he was a bastard. As he filled his wine cup once more from a passing flagon, it struck him that this might be one of them.

He settled back in his place on the bench among the younger squires and drank. The sweet, fruity taste of summerwine filled his mouth and brought a smile to his lips.

It was the fourth hour of the welcoming feast laid for the king.

Jon’s brothers and sisters had been seated with the royal children, beneath the raised platform where Lord and Lady Stark hosted the king and queen.

In honor of the occasion, his lord father would doubtless permit each child a glass of wine, but no more than that.

Down here on the benches, there was no one to stop Jon drinking as much as he had a thirst for. And he was finding that he had a man’s thirst, to the raucous delight of the youths around him, who urged him on every time he drained a glass.

They were fine company, and Jon relished the stories they were telling, tales of battle and bedding and the hunt.

He was certain that his companions were more entertaining than the king’s offspring.

He had sated his curiosity about the visitors when they made their entrance. The procession had passed not a foot from the place he had been given on the bench, and Jon had gotten a good long look at them all.

#a game of thrones #jon i #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #jon snow #bastardy #winterfell #house stark #robert baratheon #house baratheon #eddard stark #catelyn stark #cersei lannister #house lannister #squires #joffrey baratheon #myrcella baratheon #tommen baratheon