Cause you definitely have a Byron in your life, and you totally need a Coleridge.
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For the summer break is dark and full of terrors.
Sigil: A Liver bird
Words: "Next year is our year."
Enemies: House Goodison, House Trafford
History: For decades House Anfield ruled the Seven Kingdoms with apparent ease, until Ser Alex of Ferguson led a rebellion from House Trafford. The North remembers, however, and songs of the legendary Kings Kenny, Paisley, and Shankley are still sung in the hope of a return to House Anfield's glory days.
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Sigil: A drunk fan punching a horse
Words: "We even punch horses."
Enemies: House Mackem, House Boro
History: Centuries of living in the Seven Kingdoms' most northern extremity have made House Tyne strong and resililent against the cold – their followers often go into battle wearing no clothes from the waist up in an effort to confuse their enemies. Almost 20 years ago they attempted a short-lived rebellion against the ruling House Trafford under the leadership of Ser Kevin Keegan. It didn't go well. He did not love it.
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Sigil: A lion
Words: "Never top. Never bottom. Just sort of... there."
Enemies: House Brum, House Baggies
History: House Villa, though loyal and with a proud history, are more well known for their incredible mediocrity. In living memory no house from the Midlands has ruled the Seven Kingdoms, but with Ser Tim of Sherwood at the helm there is a good chance that they'll enter a few more battles. Whether they're successful or not remains to be seen.
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Sigil: A cannon
Words: "We are invincible", though this has been changed to "We were invincible" so as to be more accurate.
Enemies: House Spurs, House Stamford, House Trafford
History: House Gunner has long been one of the most powerful houses in all the realm, though a reluctance to invest heavily in their army has perhaps prevented them from usurping House Trafford. They once went a year without losing a battle, which caused them to change their words to "We are invincible". This is very much not the case anymore.
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To missionary or not to missionary.
Takes their sweet time ravishing you all the while reminding you how amazing they are.
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Where more time is spent lavishly prepping for the sex than the actual act of it.
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Answers any question with “my cock concurs” during intercourse.
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Extremely loud sex that can be heard ‘round the castle.
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Bill Masters and Virginia Johnson’s life work definitely affects your current sex life.
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”
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1. "And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
2. "It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside."
―Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
3. "In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen."
―Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
4. "Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August."
—Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty
5. "When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person."
―Aimee Friedman, Sea Change
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7. "August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
―Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
8. "The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color."
―Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
9. "Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine."
―Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
10. "Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing."
―Truman Capote, Summer Crossing
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