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Formerly kingsguard. My name is Konika though I've been called everything from Koko to Konka Truck to Kinko's. I'm a twenty-two year old nerdified loser, sheep, procrastinator, and college student with no direction. I enjoy foreign films and all things that induce endorphins the shade of sunshine yellow.Currently preoccupied with: Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Downton Abbey, Suits, The Hour, Felicity Jones' face, and anything at all Avengers related.
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Margaery Tyrell reached across the table between them and placed her hand lightly on Sansa’s. “They’ve taken so much from us, sweet Sansa.” The older girl’s touch was soft, as was her voice when she spoke, but there was little in the way of softness to be found in her eyes. “Now you and I, with all the power of Highgarden and the north behind us, shall see that their efforts are reciprocated tenfold.”
Determination as chill and cutting as a northern gale wrapped Sansa Stark’s heart in an icy grip. She took both of Margaery’s hands in her own and nodded fiercely, thinking of dead and dying brothers.
(via plantagenet)
Nick: Have you ever had sex with someone and not really wanted to?
Niamh: What?
Nick: You know, sometimes afterwards you wish you hadn’t. What about before? Or during?
Niamh: What is this?
Nick: Just looking for the boundary. When does sex become rape? When does yes become no?
Niamh: I think men know when the other party is consenting. Even if the woman is not actually saying no out loud, you know, I think it’s there…absence of consent. And if the guy isn’t sure, well, he should find out.
Nick: What, like, ‘are you consenting?’ How sexy is that?
Niamh: Are you saying you’ve had experience with this, Nick?
Nick: Haven’t you? Haven’t we all, sort of?
Niamh: Not me.
Silk, episode two
