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But when Brienne asked about Sansa, she said, "I'll tell you what I told Lord Tywin. That girl was always praying. She'd go to sept and light her candles like a proper lady, but near every night she went off to the godswood. She's gone back north, she has. That's where her gods are."

Brienne II, A Feast for Crows

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who is the lamb & who is the knife ?

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

home from work but desperately trying to remove dip nails = love and deepspace brain rot 😔

alive but at what cost

Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the ‘Dance of the Dragons’ …

- Eddard VII, AGOT

hotd the musical is an in universe thing confirmed. is the dance of dragons westeros’ hamilton? did grrm just foreshadow hamilton here?? rhaenyra is the alexander hamilton. aegon ii is the aaron burr. it was written by ser ilyn manuel myranda.

oh my god. aemond targaryen miku binder.

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SYDNEY SWEENEY In her Jessica Rabbit era, I guess?

𓉸ྀི interview with the vampire (1994) ; accepting .

@azmenka said : evil is a point of view. god kills indiscriminately, and so shall we.

the   illustrious   we.    perhaps   not   a   sticking   point   for   others        –        a   minute   point   not   worth   ruffling   feathers   over;    but   for   sansa,     always   for   sansa,    did   it   barb   and   prickle.    her   nose   wrinkles,    distaste   and   discomfort   present   on   the   fine,    porcelain   features   of   her   face   as   her   gaze   flickers   up   from   her   lap,    where   she'd   been   forcing   herself   to   study   the   stitches   in   her   gloves        –        forcing   herself   to   not   communicate   nor   involve   herself   in   a   conversation   where   her   tongue   would   sooner   get   her   into   trouble   than   it   would   anything   else. 

she   is   meant   to   be   a   bastard   here        –        she   is   meant   to   hold   her   tongue,    and   to   not   recognize   maron   greyjoy   for   his   familiarity   to   his   brother.    alayne   stone   would   not   know   him   from   any   other   ironborn,   would   not   know   that   he   held   the   same   quirk   of   his   lips   as   theon   once   had.    surely,    this,    like   all   of   other   lord   baelish's   insistences,    was   a   test;    a   consideration   of   how   deep   she   was   willing   to   sell   his   lies.    

her   distaste   flickers   away   as   quickly   as   it   had   presented,    gone   in   an   instant,    replaced   with   a   cool,    uninterested   glean   as   nimble   gloved   fingers   tuck   dyed   black   hair   behind   her   ear. 

“killing   without   thought   or   care   makes   you   no   better   than   a   lannister,    no   better   than   cruelty   reborn.    the   gods   do   as   they   will,    that   does   not   mean   you   should   not   hold   yourself   to   a   standard,    lord   greyjoy.” 

cold,    winter   chill        –        held   in   her   tone   as   tully   blue   eyes   shift   around   the   room,    cursing   petyr   for   leaving   her   to   meet   with   the   man;    cursing   theon   for   what   he'd   done   to   her   home,    cursing   herself   for   the   way   her   fingers   flex   within   her   gloves   and   then   settle   again   into   her   lap.    she   wasn't   arya,    she   was   not   strong        –        she   had   no   fight   within   her,    no   capability   for   killing   or   death.    

“your   choices   are   yours   alone,    but   do   not   think   to   act   rashly   within   the   vale,    'less   you   wish   to   find   yourself   at   home   within   the   skies.    i   hear   the   nightly   winds   oft   cause   men   to   consider   jumping   to   save   themselves   the   remainder   of   their   sentences.” 

probably going to be taking an axe to anything in my drafts / inbox and going fresh from here + adding some characters to bring myself more joy here, putting a bigger focus on just vibing to have a good time. probably also removing some characters, tis what tis.

aha, hey.