#CAUSE JAMIE IS DOING GOOD AS ROBERT

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

i am reminded once again that people are so weird about rhaegar.

it’s interesting but nauseating to see the shift about him on the anti-rhaegar side of the fandom as it’s clear that people are still wildly and crazily deep in their fanon versions of him, but have decided he’s somewhat useful to them as the fandom becomes less accepting of the ‘targaryens are bad and all mad’ narrative that was floating around for years, so some of the antis have slightly changed their tunes.

i should clarify that the shift does seem subtle right now, so maybe it’s not going to affect the way the antis discuss rhaegar that much, but i find it interesting and a bit annoying so im gonna discuss it.

the shift is basically starting from ‘rhaegar was a moron and killed his family by fucking his whore so he deserved death’ and seems to be heading to ‘rhaegar was secretly really cunning and cruel and actually loved elia but she was iffy/neutral of him and he only got with lyanna to have a baby and left her to die cause he was always gonna go back to elia.’

both of these are crazy interpretations imo, but the second one is even worse than the first. the first interpretation is at least a tad bit understandable, but the second is completely based on fanon land nonsense.

because… how is rhaegar seen as cunningly cruel when he’s only been paralleled with dany and jon, two incredibly kind characters? one of the first times dany is directly paralleled to rhaegar is when dany was protecting others! while we do learn a lot about rhaegar through these parallels, there’s also an on page interaction that completely contradicts the ‘rhaegar is cruel and callous’ interpretation. it starts when jamie is recalling rhaegar’s departure to the trident, he remembers when jon darry snapped at him, telling him to obey and stay with aerys; then rhaegar takes the time to console a teenage jamie and ease his worries before he leaves. we have all this and yet people interpret this character as cunningly cruel and willing to use others for his own ends?

like bsffr… this is a character who prefers writing songs and singing them instead of violence and the song of swords. that says a lot about rhaegar, and it’s all good things.

speaking of good things said about rhaegar: barristan as whitebeard, when he was still sussing out dany, calls rhaegar able, determined, deliberate, dutiful, and single-minded. these are all positive descriptions. barristan also later says that there’s a lot of good to be said about rhaegar, more than any of dany’s other relatives. this is not the description of someone hiding a nasty personality behind a perfect facade, it’s a deliberate set up preparing us readers for the big rhaelya reveal and to contradict roberts anti rhaegar propaganda.

i also want to mention the other side of rhaegar. he was described as melancholy and was said to have sad eyes, and according to cersei he looked wounded. it seems like he suffered from depression. and based on the parallels between aerys and viserys, i think it’s safe to assume that aerys was likely abusive to rhaegar like viserys was to dany. what’s written in a world of ice and fire supports my case and shows that things were always very very tense between rhaegar and aerys. things were so tense in fact that aerys even brought varys in as spymaster partly because he mistrusted rhaegar. that is a very terrible environment for someone to grow up in, and yet rhaegar still pulled through so much so that characters still sing his praises years after his death. that’s impressive and shows how good of an impression he left on so many characters.

now, i also want to discuss the rhaegar x elia ship as it’s getting more popular as the tides keep shifting. one quote that these shippers use to support their ship is the “rhaegar was fond of elia” remark made by barristan, but the context of that conversation is specifically left out by these shippers. basically the conversation began when dany is telling barristan that she’ll do her duty and marry hizdahr, so she asks barristan if rhaegar wed for duty or love. barristan hesitates and tells her that rhaegar was fond of elia but says nothing about love. context is key here. and while it’s not surprising that these shippers need to strip away the context as they have to go up against rhaelya, which has a lot of textual support, it is deceitful and proves that their case is weak in compassion to the build up of rhaelya.

anyways… yeah… this shifting tide is weird af and seems like a huge backwards dive into fanon land, and while i can’t control anyone i think i’ve done my best to stay true to canon by mentioning what we know about rhaegar and trying to keep my interpretations grounded.

tbh… i don’t even like this character that much, but i think his impact on the fandom is so cool. cause it’s like… here is rhaegar, a sad boy, and yet so many people treat him like he’s satan incarnate responsible for everything bad. it’s like so wild and so far from what little we know of him. so, basically, because of this fandom discourse, i became interested in this character and am now one of his defenders. yeahhhhh….

also, because so many people liked to basically shit on rhaegar for ‘doing nothing’ and ‘just letting war break out’ i found it kinda fun to theorize about what he may have actually been doing at the time of the rebellion. as of now, i’m pretty set in my belief that he specifically went to dorne to conspire with house martell and potential allies in order to overthrow aerys. my theory is based on what we know of his personality, and i think his last words to jamie clearly hint that he had some sort of plan in place; and since he was last in dorne, it’s only logical to conclude that there was something going on.

that’s all

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/ actress fem reader

Warning: fluff

Plot: after Austin wins his award you bump into his ex girlfriend into the Oscars bathroom.

Word count: 2000

Disclaimer: everything fake, no shade no nothing, just respect for all parties and remember this is all FICTIONAL

"Baby, I'll just go to the bathroom ok? I'll find you after?" I whisper to Austin who turns his head to smile at me. "Sure honey, you feeling ok?" He asks, his attention, that was previously directed at the lady engraving his name on the golden statue, now fully directed to me. "Yes, I just need to use the toilet." I explain, caressing his shoulder, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze. "Ok, be careful!" I see him lean down to kiss me, but we are still not public so I take it upon myself to dodge the kiss. "Sorry." He mumbles, looking apologetic. "That's ok, see you soon!" I wave at him before turning around on my heels and finding my way to the bathroom.

I've got to admit it's pretty crazy, even now after all the success I've had in my career, to see myself surrounded by all these people I looked up to. I look to my right and there is Jamie Lee Curtis talking to Robert De Niro, so I have to stop for a second to just gawk at them. But only for a second, cause I don't want to be caught being a weird fangirl. As I keep walking trying to redeem myself, I bump into Pedro Pascal on the way. He and I are going to be starring in a new HBO series called "The last of us". We already filmed a couple of scenes but he and I have yet to be on set together. "Pedro, hi how are you?" He smiles at me. "I'm good good, you were incredible up there, looking fantastic. A big slay I'd say!" I can't help but laugh a bit too hard, resulting in a funny sound to come out of my nose. "Oh my, Ped, that's that's exactly right." I giggle wiping some tears from the corners of my eyes. "Listen I was on my way to the bathroom, so excuse me. Oh I almost forgot are you coming to Baz's after party? I think I send you the invite didn't I?" I ask. "Yes yes of course I'm coming, gotta watch out for my little girl." Pedro jokes, making us laugh at how serious he's taken to the role of the father figure for my character. "Ok dad." I scream running past him laughing. At this rate I'm collecting fathers like they're infinity stones.

The bathroom is not as full as I expected, that's mostly because all the big categories have been announced by now and a lot of people left for the after parties already. It's a bit tricky getting to do what I need to do in the long dark blue sequence dress, but I manage. I take a good look at myself in the mirror as I'm washing my hands, taking note that a bit of my mascara smudged, so I use a clean tissue paper to wipe that off.

"Excuse me?" A voice calls out as I'm concentrating on getting the mascara situation under control. I toss the tissue in the trash and turn around to see who was call me. I'm stunned the second I'm face to face with the person who just spoke. "(Y/n), oh my goodness I thought that was you, who else would wear a huge navy sequence dress." I can't believe my eyes, Vanessa Hudgens is standing in front of me, looking gorgeous in her black skin fitted dress. "Oh, um hi!" I put my hand out to shake, but she surprises me by pulling me into a tight hug. "You look so beautiful tonight by the way, I wanted to get to talk to you on the carpet, but you were caught up with other interviewers. I didn't want to crowd you." To be honest I avoided her on the carpet on purpose, sure my relationship with Austin isn't yet confirmed to the public and all, but the rumors are there and I'm sure she's seen most if not all of them. "Oh yeah, I was pretty crowded. It's a bummer I didn't get to talk to you, you always give such great interviews." I say, meaning every word, because in truth she is amazing at interviewing people and to not admit that would be a blasphemy. I wasn't avoiding her because I have something against her, in fact I'm actually a big admirer of hers. Austin told how things went down between them and I trust him, from his side nothing bad went down, but there was heartbreak and hurt so I can only imagine that for her it was at least as painful as it was for him, if not worse.

"That's ok, I'm sure we'll get to do it for another carpet, maybe at the Met this year if you're going." She's so sweet. "I think I am, it really depends on how my filming schedule goes."

"Oh hell yeah I saw you and Pedro Pascal got cast for that HBO series, congrats." I blush at all the compliments she's directing my way, toying with the necklace around my neck. "Vanessa, I-" the words just don't seem to come out of my mouth, because frankly I don't even know what I want to say. She seems to understand that I'm having a hard time communicating what I want to say and her features soften as her big smile comes a soft smirk. "Listen, I've seen the rumors, I don't hold it against you or him, if they are true. He was an amazing boyfriend and well maybe we both could've done better to stay together, but I don't think it was meant to be." I can see she speaks from the heart. "I just, I know his side of things, he only has good things to say about you, but.."

"Honey if the one thing holding you back is me, I want you to know you have my full support. Austin deserves to be happy, doesn't matter who it's the one taking care of that as long as he's happy." I'm surprised to say the least, but I think coming off of what Austin told me about her, I expected this kind of reaction from her. "That's so nice of you to say, I just-" she shushes me when the door opens and someone comes in. "Let's go out." She motions her head towards the door, looping her arm around mine and leading me out. "Thank you!" I whisper to her.

"So I need you to know there's no bad blood." She tells me truthfully. "I believe you, but with everything going on I just, I'm scared of people finding out and I don't know how much longer we can keep it under wraps, I mean you saw him." Vanessa seems to understand exactly what I mean. "Longing stares and tight hugs. Oh we've all seen him, you are clearly the better one at hiding all this." I laugh nervously, wondering just how bad Austin is making things look from an outside perspective. "It's not too bad." She chimes in, probably reading my thoughts. "Eh I can try and fool myself, but... in the end we will make it public so there's no more speculations, but we don't want that to overshadow our careers, so we wanted for award season to be over." I explain one of the reasons we're being so private. "I get that. Oh and here comes lover boy." She says looking over my shoulder and before I can turn my neck to look behind me, a hand settles on my hip. "Hey Nessa, what's up?" Austin says, pulling me closer to him.

Vanessa notices the small gesture, throwing me a knowing look. "Nothing much, just talking to (y/n). Congratulations by the way, it was well deserved!" She says, gesturing to the award he's holding in his other hand. "Did they engrave it?" I ask, looking down at it. "Yes, look how cool it looks." Austin says excitedly, holding it up for me to read. "Did they spell your name wrong?" I ask faking concern. "What?" He panics immediately taking a closer look at the award. I can't help but burst out laughing at him. "You little minx!" He teases kissing my cheek, before I get the chance to dodge it this time. "Austin!" I warn looking around worried someone might've noticed. "Sorry." He says quietly.

"Don't be, you look cute together. You actually seem very happy Aus, I'm glad for you. I have to get going now, but I wish you both the best. Have a good one!" She says. "Thank V, you look happy too, I saw you were engaged, how's that?" Austin asks her. His question makes me look down at her left hand, where there is in fact a big beautiful diamond ring. "He makes me happy. I'm glad we both got to be in love again. It suits you." Her words make me wonder how can she see that he's in love with me. I look at his face and don't see anything that could scream 'I'm in love', but like on cue he feels me looking at him, so he turns his head to me. That's when I see it, that glimmer in his eyes, the one that not only screams 'I'm in love' but also it projects it out into the world. "Yeah I think it does. She's the one thing that got me through this whole thing. I have you to thank for all of this, so thank you!" Austin tells her and I can see his words touched her.

"You're welcome Austin, send me an invite to the wedding." Vanessa says, giving him a quick hug and disappearing into the crowd. Wedding? His wedding? With me? She couldn't have meant that? Right? "What's wrong? Did she say anything?" Austin looks over my face and I catch myself in his eyes, looking terrified. "Oh no, no, she was actually really sweet." I avert my eyes from him, this way preventing him from looking straight into my soul as he usually does. "Then..? Oh was it the wedding comment?" Austin catches on either way. I blush deeply and try to shake my head, but there's no point in denying. "Honey she meant that as a joke, ok? I'm not proposing. Not now at least."

Not now, so he's thought about this. "Not now?" The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. "I mean, maybe sometime in the future." Austin clarifies licking his lips anxiously. "Not the near future.." he keeps going hoping to calm me. "(Y/n) I know it’s too soon, but I can't lie and say that I haven't thought about marrying you, ok? I have and I know we are not ready yet."

"Yet? Ok but how will you know when I'm ready? Cause you might be ready faster than I am, since your older and I don't expect you to wait for me." Austin chuckles, brushing back his hair. "Honey, I would wait for you a thousand years and then a thousand more. And if you never want to get married, that's fine too. Now what do you say we go home and change to go to Baz's party?" Austin caresses my cheek, smiling softly at me. "Ok." I sigh, holding my dress up and walking towards the exit where Matt waits for us to drive us back to Austin's place so we could get changed for the after party.

"Can you believe I won this?" Austin asks still looking in disbelief at his award as I lean my head on his shoulder, looking down at the golden prize in his hand. "I can." I say, kissing his neck, feeling his hot skin against my red lips. "Now you're mine." I giggle as I lick my thumb to help clean off the red lip stain. "No, leave it." He says taking my hand and holding my knuckles. "Ok my winner! I love you!" I close my eyes and relax next to him. "I love you too!" Austin tells me kissing the top of my head, letting me lean on him.

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[nadiv22]

My favorite quotes from civ VI

TECHNOLOGY

“No man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune.” – Plutarch

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” – Will Rogers

“I AM FOND OF PIGS. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” – Winston S. Churchill

“Who deserves more credit than the wife of a coal miner?” – Merle Travis

“When you find yourself in a hole, quit digging.” – Will Rogers

“I don’t believe in astrology; I’m a Sagittarius and we’re skeptical.” – Arthur C. Clarke

“Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.” -W. H. Auden

“I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to earth, I knew not where.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.” -Mark Twain

“I’m also interested in creating a lasting legacy … because bronze will last for thousands of years.” – Richard MacDonald

“MONEA, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.” – Helen Gurley Brown

“A man on a horse is spiritually as well as physically bigger than a man on foot.” – John Steinbeck

“The Lord made us all out of iron. Then he turns up the heat to forge some of us into steel.” – Marie Osmond

“I cannot imagine any condition which would cause a ship to founder … Modern shipbuilding has gone beyond that.” – Capt. E.J. Smith, RMS Titanic

“Create with the heart; build with the mind.” – Criss Jami

“One man’s ‘magic’ is another man’s engineering.” – Robert Heinlein

“There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.” – Lemony Snicket

The purpose of education is to replace an empty mind with an open one.” – Malcolm Forbes

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” – Aristotle

“Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.” – Nemo Nox

“Not all who wander are lost.” – J.R.R. Tolkien

“People can have the Model T in any color – so long as it’s black.” – Henry Ford

“The pen might not be mightier than the sword, but maybe the printing press is heavier than the siege weapon. Just a few words can change everything.” – Terry Pratchett

“Astronomy’s much more fun when you’re not an astronomer.” – Brian May

“If facts don’t fit the theory, change the facts.” – Albert Einstein

“No one starts a war – or rather, no one in his senses ought to do so – without first being clear in his mind what he intends to achieve by that war and how he intends to conduct it.” – Karl von Clausewitz

“Science owes more to the steam engine than the steam engine owes to science.” – Lawrence Henderson

“Bolt actions speak louder than words.” – Craig Roberts

“Never criticize a rifleman until you have walked a mile in his shoes. That way, he’ll be barefoot and you’ll be out of range.” – The 2nd Target Company

“For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.” – Leonardo da Vinci

“If you can walk away from a landing, it’s a good landing. If you use the airplane the next day, it’s an outstanding landing.” – Chuck Yeager

“Benjamin Franklin may have discovered electricity, but it was the man who invented the meter who made the money.” – Earl Wilson

“Chemists do not usually stutter. It would be very awkward if they did, seeing that they have at times to get out such words as methylethylamylophenylium.” – Sir William Crookes

“If God had really intended men to fly, He’d make it easier to get to the airport.” – George Winters

“Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.” – George Patton

“There may be no forgiveness for polyester. On this one matter, Satan and the Lord are in agreement.” – Joe Hill

“I’m a big laser believer – I really think they are the wave of the future.” – Courteney Cox

"Even though the future seems far away, it is actually beginning right now.” – Mattie Stepanek

CIVICS

“Bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.” — Colonel David Hackworth

“A strong economy begins with a strong, well-educated workforce.”– Bill Owens “Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.” – Marcus Aurelius

“It was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut; they couldn’t hear the barbarians coming.” – Garrison Keillor

Divide and rule, a sound motto. Unite and lead, a better one.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” – William Shakespeare

“Invincibility lies in the defense; the possibility of victory in the attack.” – Sun Tzu

“History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon.” – Napoleon Bonaparte

“A good navy is not a provocation to war. It is the surest guaranty of peace.” – Theodore Roosevelt

“In democracy it’s your vote that counts; in feudalism it’s your count that votes.” – Mogens Jallberg

“There are very honest people who do not think that they have had a bargain unless they have cheated a merchant.” – Anatole France

“You can’t go around arresting the Thieves’ Guild. I mean, we’d be at it all day!” – Terry Pratchett

“Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government … You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!” – Monty Python

“In diplomacy there are two kinds of problems: small ones and large ones. The small ones will go away by themselves, and the large ones you will not be able to do anything about.” – Patrick McGuinness

“A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.” – Robert Frost

“New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.” – John Locke

“A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.” – Douglas Adams

“Destroying rainforest for economic gain is like burning a Renaissance painting to cook a meal.” – Edward Wilson

“If you don’t read the newspaper, you’re uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you’re mis-informed.” -Mark Twain

“Sports do not build character. They reveal it.” – Heywood Broun

“A good plan violently executed right now is far better than a perfect plan executed next week.” – George S. Patton

“We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.” – John F. Kennedy

“Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?” -Jane Austen

“I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.” –Albert Einstein

[fritextramole]

you say "when we're married" 'cause you're not bitter

part 4 of a Serena van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Light up the Night ~ Jamie Berry, Robert Edwards, Andrew Griffiths, Octavia Rose

Don't you see? We could light up the night You and me, we could be such a sight

I’m On Fire ~ Chromatics

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley Through the middle of my soul

Take Me on the Floor ~ The Veronicas

You captivated me, something about you's got me I was lonely now you make me feel alive Will you be mine tonight

Malibu ~ Trixie Mattel

Came around for a one night thing and I never left Got a key to your old front door You can keep me in the bedside drawer And when you want you can slide me out again

Shotgun ~ Soccer Mommy

Look at your blue eyes like the stars Stuck in the headlights of a car You know I'll take you as you are As long as you do me

All Dolled Up ~ The Orion Experience

Breaking the rules as I sway and swirl Shining like a diamond in glitter and pearl So let's go out on the town Light a fire, burn it down

Kisse Misse ~ Annella

His kiss, addictive like sugar Supposed to only be my rebound He turned out to be the man

Love You Madly ~ CAKE

I don't want to fake it I just want to make it The ornaments look pretty But they're pulling down the branches of the tree I don't want to think about it

Love! ~ Swingrowers

But I've lost control of my game Feeling my senses fading Smiling with tears in my eyes

Girlfriend ~ Icona Pop

Talking bout the lights, the dirt, the shit, that hurts We're not gonna turn around We're doing this for good, for worse The gift, the curse, we're not gonna back down

I Love You Like An Alcoholic ~ The Taxpayers

I need you like I need a gaping head wound One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic One last kiss, I love you like a négligée

Blowing Up My Mind ~ The Exciters

It's like sitting' in an oven after turning on the gas And then lighting up a cigarette, now how can I last? I said it's blowing up my mind

Pumpkin Soup ~ Kate Nash

Are we not, are we together Will this make our lives much better I'm not in love I just wanna be touched

Deceptacon ~ Le Tigre

You're cool and I hardly wanna say "not" Because I'm so bored that I'd be entertained Even by a stupid floor, a linoleum floor, linoleum floor Your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor I'll walk on it, I'll walk all over you

It’s Only Sex ~ Car Seat Headrest

Baby, my body Constantly betrays me I try to betray it I only hurt myself It's only sex

STFU! ~ Rina Sawayama

Patience, overrated If you want it, come and get it The feeling, need to mention Rips me open, rips me open I'm not being naturally negative, no I don't wanna be that girl again, 'cause I've been done and been through more friends

Someone ~ Anna of the North

I am looking for another lover I need someone who understands me Two drinks down Something in the water, baby

Vixen ~ Destroy Boys

Forbidden, untouchable Trouble waits for a victim I wouldn't mind being yours

Trouble ~ Annella

I'm busted, arrested So guilty, you got me There's no excuse for me

You Know I’m No Good ~ Amy Winehouse

I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good

Better By Myself ~ Hey Violet

When you choose to terrorize me And your confidence inside me dies You suffocate me with the things you say

Getaway Car ~ Taylor Swift

Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

The Night ~ Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

You might like your ivory tower But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found

Personal ~ Rebecca Black

Possessive turned to passive in the middle of the night Now in your vision, I'm the villain you can't look me in the eyes I watched your jealousy turn my sincerity Into dishonesty, but I'll be the bigger person, babe

Breakup Mashup ~ Pomplamoose, dodie

We started out friends It was cool, but it was all pretend Yeah, yeah, (yeah, yeah) Since you been gone (I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex)

[come-along-pond]

Hightower-Lannister family? Please, gush away, spill the beans!

YES THANK YOU.

Okay we are going chronologically, be prepared

We start after the war, Robert is king an Jamie annoys him, he decides to marry him off, making a special agreement so that he can do this as a knight. Robert choices a Hightower sister: Helanna. She says yes. purely to increase her family’s nobility. Jamie is forced to agree.

During their engagement, Helanna sees Jamie and Cersei doing some un twin like things and uses this to her advantage, she could marry someone she has leverage over.

more down bellow

She strikes a deal with Jamie, she keeps her mouth shut and she’s free to sleep with who she wants, any children he’ll claim as his. He wants kids so badly he accepts this.

Her and Cersei strangely get along fine she ‘understands’ her and Jamie’s relationship (🤮she doesn’t, she’s a liar). Again, both are very clear that they haven’t consummated the marriage. Cersei once sends a knight to sleep with Helanna 💀. they’re so funny.

Anyway. Cersei is pregnant and can’t pretend it’s Roberts so she starts a rumour that Helanna is pregnant and goes to live with her as a ‘good sister in law’. This is when Joanna Lannister is born, and Helanna agrees to raise her.

Cersei is very territorial over her children, so they live in the Red Keep, going to the Hightower home as holidays basically lol. same with Casterly Rock. Helanna then decides that she will NOT have a possible future heir to the Lannister fortune be Cersei’s child, so plans to somehow have a boy.

In my head, Jamie genuinely likes Helanna and sees her as a friend. and he has moments of clarity where he realises Cersei is insane and after one of these moments…He and Helanna finally…consummate the marriage lol.

9 months later, Brydan Lannister is born, Jamie freaks out like “is he mine??” and Helanna is like “nope,” and finds a random blonde do to shag and make Jamie see to keep this lie going.

Anyway, then they don’t have sex again and Cersei has another child who Helanna raises, Loren Lannister.

Helanna sleeps around a lot, and gives birth the Alerie Lannister, named after her sister (Margaery’s mum). Jamie gets really sad actually, because he loves Alerie, but he knows she’s not his, and he knows Brydan is. He’s a jealous man.

Jamie then sleeps on and off with Helanna, and two daughters are born, Rhea Lannister (named after Helanna’s mum) and then a Olenna Lannister because Helanna is very close to her neice and nephew, causing Olenna to almost absorb her into the family.

The death of Margaery sends Helanna into an early labour with Olenna. Really a kick in the face when he realises his daughter is named after the woman he killed his son (Helanna LOVES it lol. what a leg)

ANYWAY, everything is very rocky and Jamie falls out of love with Cersei, and realise Helanna is just AMAZING, and BEAUTIFUL and he loves her and their kids.

When Jamie goes north to fight against the white walkers, Helanna begs to go with him, but Cersei keeps a close eye on her and while Jamie is away, she pays a lot of attention to how Helanna’s children look a lot like Jamie- Anyway, she’s imprisoned and Joanna sends her siblings away, Loren stays with her in King’s Landing and Alerie is sent North to find Jamie, Olenna sends Tyrion a letter begging for help, although she’s never met him.

Helanna escapes, bruised and bloody, and Joanna leaves with her bit Loren refuses to leave, and Cersei is like ‘omg a son thats alive that doesn’t hate me but doesn’t know im his mum 😭)

Anyway, Helanna’s imprisonment is what seals the deal for Jamie and he goes to kill Cersei lol, Helanna and the kids in the north. He could just stay with them actually lol. idk.

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Instagram Intros (Keith Richard’s Kids)

Adrian James Richards (@adrianrichards)

DOB: August 17th 1969 Age: 54 years old Hometown: Sussex, England Nicknames: Adri S/O: Penelope Maple Kids: Noah, Kenneth, Ethan, and Jane Friend(s): Zoe Jagger and Jason Browning Aesthetic: A hard worker, and just SUCH a DAD!!! He is so protective over his children. He was never close with his dad and def has major daddy issues that are undignosed. He wants to be the dad he never had around. He adores his kids more than anything else. Loves his mom and appreciates her more now that he's older.

Jamie Robert Richards (@jamierichards)

DOB: September 1st 1972 Age: 51 years old Hometown: Sussex, England Nicknames: James S/O: Kelly Montgomery Kids: Jenna, Victoria, and Eliza Friend(s): Ava Jagger Aesthetic: When he was 16 and his parents got divorced he acted out like crazy. He was partying and doing drugs and just running wild. Became a total pain to BOTH of his parents and they knew something was up. He was surprisinly fond of his father and they got along quite well, so when he divorced his mom shit went down. He is just a bit too much like Keith in a way.

Amelia Zoe Richards (@mia_richards)

DOB: July 3rd 1976 Age: 47 years old Hometown: Sussex, England Nicknames: Mia, Mila S/O: Nicholas Urie Kids: Jaiden, Olivia, and Taylor Friend(s): Alice Lindsey and Jennifer Weiss Aesthetic: The kindest out of all her siblings. Loves being a girly girl and dressing up for brunch. The spitting image of her mother and Keith adores it. She looks and acts just like her mom, from her eyes straight down to the mannerisms she uses. Head to toe Lucy.

Evie Lynn Richards (@evielynn)

DOB: November 18th 1978 Age: 45 years old Hometown: Sussex, England Nicknames: Eve S/O: Sierra Lynch Kids: Noel and Everly Friend(s): Henry Burke Aesthetic: The shy kid. She never was really one for the spotlight but never acted out from it. She knew she had a good reputation from a young age and was a people pleaser. One wrong move and she would be done for and everyone would hate her. She was always nice with the paparazzi and in interviews. She was the press' princess since she was born.

Sophie Anne Richards (@soph.richie)

DOB: December 2nd 1985 Age: 38 years old Hometown: Sussex, England Nicknames: Soph S/O: Joshua Green Kids: Hannah Friend(s): Sloane Becker and Gregory Phillips Aesthetic: A literal model. She is stunning and she knows it. She uses it to her advantage, and her dad taught her that. He loved her the most secretly but he would never tell. She became the youngest model to be on the cover of Vouge when she was just 16 years old. When she dated Damon Albarn from 2006-2008 it caused quite the stir because of their age gap. People thought it was another case of her parents. It was, and they broke up after about 2 years.

Alexander Cole Richards (@alexcrich)

DOB: October 13th 1986 Age: 37 years old Hometown: Sussex, England Nicknames: Al, Alex, Lexi, and Xander S/O: Natalie Bell Kids: Juliana, Damien, and Jaxon Friend(s): Zackary Best Aesthetic: Alexander was the glue holding this family on by the thread. A lot of fighting goes on in this family and he has always hated it. He's always the one to bring people back together to make things right, the therepist friend if you will. He has a lot of issues he refuses to talk about just to avoid conflict.

Charlotte Grace Richards (@helllooo_charliii)

DOB: December 18th 2001 Age: 22 years old Hometown: Sussex, England Nickames: Charlie and Lottie S/O: Hallie Carpenter Kids: None Friend(s): Loralai Mendoza Aesthetic: The youngest, and a complete accident on her parents part. She was not planned but loved nevertheless. Her older siblings love her because she's so little to them. Her parents never had to pay for a babysitter because they had her brothers and sisters. She was a very adventurous kid and loved the outdoors. Had a lot of pet snails too.

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— iv. The Queen's Justice || Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: after successfully fending off euron greyjoy and his ironborn fleet, daenerys, and her people, prepare for jon snows arrival.

warnings: little bit of angst (the girls are fightinggg 😬), game of thrones cannon violence and dialogue. based around the episode, the queen's justice [s7 ep3].

all dialogue in Valyrian is italicized

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“To Lady Vellarys, for your bravery and victory in battle.” Tyrion raises his wine filled glass in a toast. I appreciatively smiled and raised my own. He sat on the other sofa across from me. A pitcher of wine and snacks were laid out on the table between us and the candles were dimly lighting the room.

“Thank you, Lord Tyrion, but there’s no need for that. I was just doing what I had to.” 

“Oh, nonsense.” He reached over to pluck a grape off of the vine and plops it into his mouth. My eyes briefly glanced towards the scar that ran diagonally across his face. “A battle is a battle. You should be proud of yourself, not many would be able to do what you have done.” 

“Then to you, as well,” I raised my glass. “For defending King’s Landing from Stannis Baratheon's army at Blackwater Bay.” 

He raises his glass again and we both take a sip from our cups. 

“Now that we have Euron Greyjoy in our custody, Cersei no longer has anyone to command her fleet.” Tyrion hums. 

I nod. “One by one, the people around her will either fall or turn themselves towards Daenerys.” 

“Well not all of them,” he looks off, thinking of his brother. 

“Especially Jamie.” I caught him off guard. 

“You don’t know my brother as well as I do. He’s madly in love with her.” 

“That’s what he thinks, but times have changed.” I slowly swirled my glass. “All of his children are dead, and at the root cause is Cersei. It won’t be long until he realizes that and turns his back.”

“And you’re sure of this?” He sounds skeptical. 

“I am.” He doesn’t say much about it after that, letting the words settle in. I could see his mind moving a mile a minute; How will Jamie leave her? Why does he leave? When will he leave? Will he come join his brother's side? 

The air around us settles and he changes the subject.

“I’m sure you understand why I trust Varys so much.” He says, staring into his wine, his fingers dancing around the rip of his glass.

“Of course. He saved you from your execution and helped you into Daenerys’ good graces. But I’m sure you also understand why I don’t trust him.”

He purses his lips and lightly shakes his head. “I’m afraid I do not.”

I sighed. “Try. Look at what I’m seeing as an outsider, not as his friend.”

Tyrion swallows. “He’s an honorable man who serves the realm. Even before our friendship I’d always had respect for him.” 

I shake my head. “He’s a spider. He’ll pull you into his web with sweet words and wrap you up in his silk and before you know it he’s sunk his fangs into your neck and you're dead.” 

“Tell me, was Joffrey a good King?” I ask. 

Tyrion shakes his head. 

“Was he a good man?”

He shakes his head again.

“Then why did he serve him? He has the power to replace whoever is on the Iron Throne, we both know that. So why didn’t he?” I crossed my legs. “There was a time when he did serve the Realm, but now after everything, Aenys, Robert, Joffrey, it’s not wrong to question his motives.” 

Tyrion sat there taking in my harsh words, not knowing if to believe me or his friend. 

“He could have done it right, he had his opportunity to serve the realm.” I argued. “He could have helped Rhaegar peacefully take his fathers throne, but instead he whispered in Aenys’ ear and fed into his paranoia, knowing that the consequences would be deadly.” 

“But Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna Stark and raped her surly that proves that he wasn’t fit to be King.” He countered. 

“Is that what you believe?” I looked into his eyes. “Or was that what you were told?” 

Tyrion frowns. “Are you saying that that is false? Rhaegar did not do those things?” 

I press my lips together. “There is a lot that you don’t know about. And in due time it’ll come out. But I need to know where your loyalties lie; Varys or Daenerys. Your friend may seem like he’s a team player, but we don’t really know that. When you bent the knee to Daenerys you did it because you believed in her and her vision of a new and better world, do not forget that.” 

–––

I quietly shut the door behind me. The castle hall was barren of anyone as they were all asleep. Deciding that I needed to cool off a bit I made a right, taking the longer way back to my room. The talk with Tyrion was difficult. I knew going in that it would be nearly impossible to fully convince him of dropping Varys. But as long as I could plant the seeds of doubt I knew my plan would work. 

During the final years of Daenerys’ campaign and life Tyrion had been slipping from his duties of her Hand all because of Varys whispering his venomous words into his ear. I just hoped that this would be enough for him to reevaluate his loyalties and come back to Daenerys’ side.

Turning into my room I stripped myself of my armor and down to my shift before crawling into bed. I stared up onto the stone ceiling, tracing the sharp edges with my eyes. I could only hope that tomorrow would be less action filled, but then again Jon Snow was coming. 

––

The next morning Daenerys had once again called an early Small Council meeting. And after last night's side mission, it was safe to say that I was exhausted. 

If only this era had energy drinks then I would be able to properly function. Despite my sleep deprivation it didn’t stop me from telling the servant brushing my hair of my new hairstyle. After all, I made Daenerys’ a promise. 

We met again in the Painted Chamber, sitting around a table (that wasn’t shaped like Westeros). I sat on the left side near Daenerys’ seat and Missandei sat to my right. Tyrion took a seat across from me, giving everyone polite nods, but avoiding eye contact with me. 

I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest and closing my eyes, sighing. 

“You look tired.” Missandei comments in Valyrian. “Did you sleep alright?”

I opened my eyes and tilted my head towards her. “As good as I can after riding a dragon all night. I was planning on sleeping as soon as I came back but I had to speak with someone.”

“Lord Hand?”

I nod. “By the time I went back to my room I was out like a light.”

She stays quiet for a moment, flickering her gaze to Tyrion and the empty seat for Varys next to him. “I take it that your conversation didn’t make much progress.” 

I lightly scoffed. “They’re friends. He saved him from being executed by his sister. He feels that he’s indebted to him. But he also knows where his loyalties should lie, or at least he does after last night.”

The doors open once more and Varys steps into the room, taking his seat next to Tyrion. Missandei and I exchange another look just as the doors open again and Daenerys steps in. Everyone raises as she makes her way to the head of the table. She briefly paused, glancing at my hair and smiling before sitting down with us a beat behind.

“Last night not only were we able to safely defend our allies, but we also took Euron Greyjoy as a prisoner and his fleet all thanks to Y/n’s insite.” Daenerys nods my way before locking eyes with Varys. “However, I wonder how my Master of Whispers had no knowledge of the ambush or how Cersei knew their whereabouts.” 

Varys bows his head. “I apologize, Your Grace. I was informed by my little birds by the time Lady Vellarys had arrived back.” Tyrion glanced over towards me before looking down at his folded hands atop the table. 

Daenerys keeps her eyes locked on Varys for another moment before looking away. “Regardless, my allies are safe and Cersei has one less.” She turned towards Tyrion, “have you heard from Jon Snow?”

“Yes, Your Grace. He’s left for Dragonstone and will be arriving by tomorrow late afternoon.” Tyrion replies. 

“And you’re sure that he will be an ally and not a threat?” 

“He’s a noble man. I’m sure once he meets you he will swear his loyalties to you.” Tyrion nods and I bite my tongue, if only they knew.

“Good,” she nods. “Then we’ll have the South, West, and North on our sides and Cersei will have no one.” 

“Not entirely.” I said. “It’s true she has fewer men than us, but not for long. She’ll be contacting the Golden Company for soldiers and cavalry.” 

“But the Lannisters are in debt,” Varys says. “Their gold is nearly gone.” 

“But the Tyrell’s aren’t.” 

“She’s going to ransack Highgarden?” Daenerys asks. 

I nod. “She needs money for her debts and army and, currently, the Tyrells are the richest family in Westeros.” 

Daenerys nods. “Send a raven to Highgarden informing them of Caersei’s attack.” 

Once the meeting had ended Daenerys dismissed everyone but me. I poured us both some wine, handing her a glass. 

“You’re smiling.”

“Your hair.” She replied. 

“I told you, once I’ve won you a battle I’ll wear a braid.” 

“How did you feel?” 

I shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I think I had so much adrenaline in me that it numbed me.” 

She nodded, smiling but I could tell that something was going through her mind. 

“You’re distracted.” 

She looks down at her glass. “Yesterday when I spoke to Lady Olenna alone she told me that she was handing over Highgarden to me.” 

I nod. “She’s going to take her life. She’s the last of the Tyrells and she’s entrusted you with her home.” I watched her expression change. “But that’s not what you’re thinking about.” 

She hesitates. “I’m also the last of my house. I can’t bear any children. My bloodline ends with me.” 

“You don’t know that.”

“But Mirri Maz Durr said-” 

“Forget about her. That woman took Khal Drogo and your child's life, that’s all. You will have more children.”

“But if I can’t,” she reaches over, taking my hand in hers. “I want you first in my line of succession.” 

I sucked in a breath, shocked at what she was saying. She wanted me to do what?

“Promise me, that if I can’t have an heir that you will.” 

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Me, continue the Targaryen line through my children? I didn’t even know if I would stay long enough for that to happen. 

I placed my other hand on top of hers. “You will have children that will carry your and your house's name for generations to come, I promise you that.” 

–––––

Waves crashed against the rocks littered across Dragonstones beach. A group of men led by Tyrion and Missandei make their way up the stone pathway built into the island's cliff. A loud roar is heard from overhead and the group of men all dive down as Drogon and Viserion fly over them. They watch in a mix of shock and amazement and look back to Missandei and Tyrion standing. Tyrion helps one of the men up but he stops in his tracks making eye contact with someone standing above the steps on the stone landing. Tyrion and Missandei follow the man's gaze and watch as I step off the landing and walk down to them. 

“Meet Lady Y/n Vellarys, a close confidante of Queen Daenerys. Lady Vellarys, this is Jon Snow and Ser Davos Seaworth.” Tyrion says, motioning to the two men. 

“I apologize for the scare, they just had their afternoon nap and are quite energized.” I say to them. “Come,” I turned back towards the castle. “Their mother is waiting for you.” 

Jon and Davos exchange glances with one another and take one last look up at the sky seeing all three of the dragons flying before following behind. I look up to the cliffs and see Melisandre and Varys standing together, exchanging words of their own.

They’re led into the castle and the Dothraki guards open the door to the throne room. Daenerys sits on the throne, watching the King in the North and his men enter. Tyrion, Missandei, and I step up onto the dais and to our respective places as Missandei addressed the men. 

“You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains.” 

Jon turns to look at Davos, both looking underprepared. 

“This is Jon Snow.” Davos says. He nods and pauses. “He’s King in the North.” 

I could see Tyrion smirking in the corner of my eye and I have to stop myself from laughing.

“Thank you for traveling so far, My Lords. I hope the seas weren’t too rough.” Daenerys says. 

“The winds were kind, Your Grace,” Jon replies. 

“Apologies. I have a Flea Bottom accent, I know. But Jon Snow is King in the North, Your Grace. He's not a lord.” Ser Davos interrupts, confused.

“Forgive me,” Daenerys glances towards Tyrion for a name. 

“Your Grace, this is Ser Davos Seaworth.” 

“Forgive me, Ser Davos.” She continued and I could hear the slight annoyance in her voice. “I never did receive a formal education, but I could have sworn the last King in the North was Torren Stark who bent the knee to my ancestor Aegon Targaryen in exchange for his life and the lives of the northmen. Torren Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen in perpetuity. But do I have my facts wrong?”

“I wasn’t there, Your Grace.” He replies bluntly.

“No. Of course not. But still, an oath is an oath. In perpetuity means – what does perpetuity mean, Lord Tyrion?” 

“Forever,” He says. 

“Forever.” She echos. “So I assume, My Lord, that you’re here to bend the knee.” 

“I am not.” Jon replied, unwavering. 

“Oh. Well, that is unfortunate. You've traveled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?” Daenerys’ patients was waning thin and I feared that this meeting was all for nought. 

Jon could scoff. “Break faith? Your father burned my grandfather alive. He burned my uncle alive. He would have burned the Seven Kingdoms.” 

“My father was an evil man.” Daenerys began. “On behalf of House Targaryen I ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family. And I ask you not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father. Our two houses were allies for centuries. Those were the best centuries the kingdom's ever known. Centuries of peace and prosperity with the Targaryens sitting on the Iron Throne and a Stark serving as Warden of the North. I am the last Targaryen, Jon Snow. Honor the pledge your ancestor made to mine. Bend the knee and I will name you Warden of the North. Together we will save this country from those who would destroy it.”

Jon nods. “You're right. You're not guilty of your father's crime.” I let out a sigh of relief thinking that he had come around. “And I'm not beholden to my ancestor's vows.”

I looked over at Tyrion who was annoyed. After all, he had vouched for Jon and it all seemed to backfire on him.

“Then why are you here?” Daenerys narrows her gaze at Jon. 

He takes a moment to answer. “Because I need your help and you need mine.” He sounds somewhat desperate, but also scared and it dawns on me.

Daenerys looks at Tyrion and then back to Jon. “Did you see three dragons flying overhead when you arrived?” 

“I did.”

“And did you see the Dothraki, all of whom have sworn to kill for me?” 

“They’re hard to miss.” 

“But still, I need your help?” Daenerys could almost laugh. 

“Not to defeat Cersei. You could storm King’s Landing tomorrow and the city would fall. Hell, we almost took it and we didn’t have dragons.” Ser Davos says, remembering the Battle of Blackwater Bay. 

“Almost.” Tyrion reminds. 

“But you haven't stormed King's Landing. Why not?” Jon says. “The only reason I can see is you don't want to kill thousands of innocent people. It's the fastest way to win the war but you won't do it. Which means at the very least you're better than Cersei.”

“Still, that doesn’t explain why I need your help.”

“Because right now you and I and Cersei and everyone else, we’re children playing at a game screaming that rules aren’t fair.” Jon says bluntly. 

Daenerys turns towards Tyrion, annoyance clearly written on her face. “You told me you liked this man.” 

“I do.” 

“In the time since he’s met me he’s refused to call me queen, he’s refused to bow and now he’s calling me a child.” 

“I believe he’s calling all of us children. Figure of speech.” Tyrion tries to clarify. 

“Your Grace,” Jon speaks up, getting her attention. “Everyone you know will die before winter is over if we don’t defeat the enemy to the north.” 

“As far as I can see, you are the enemy to the north.” Daenerys accuses.

“I am not your enemy.” Jon shakes his head. “The dead are the enemy.” 

My heart drops and Daenerys turns to me. I let out a shaky breath and turned towards Daenerys with a grim look and nod.

“Listen to him.” I say. 

“The Army of the Dead is on the march.” Jon explains.

“The Army of the Dead?” Tyrion repeats. 

“You don’t know me well, My Lord, but do you think I am a liar or a madman?” 

Tyrion shakes his head. “No. I don’t think you're either of those things.”

“The Army of the Dead is real. The White Walkers are real. The Night King is real. I’ve seen them. If they get past the wall and we’re squabbling amongst ourselves–,” Jon steps closer to the throne and the Dothraki guards step towards him. “–we’re finished.”

Everyone waits for Daenerys to say something. “I was born at Dragonstone. Not that I can remember it.” She stands up and walks down the steps towards Jon. “We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was your father's best friend, no? I wonder if your father knew his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib. Not that it matters now of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me. I don't remember all of their names. I have been sold like a brood mare. I have been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen. The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea, any sea.” 

She stops walking, face to face with Jon Snow. “They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms.” 

I held my breath, waiting for Jon’s response. 

“You’ll be ruling over a graveyard if we don’t defeat the Night King.” 

Tyrion steps up to stand next to Daenerys. “The war against my sister has already begun. You can't expect us to halt hostilities and join you in fighting… whatever you saw beyond the wall.”

Ser Davos decides to speak up. “You don’t believe him. I understand that, It sounds like nonsense.” 

Jon nods in agreement as Ser Davos continues. “But if destiny has brought Daenerys Targaryen back to our shores, it has also made Jon Snow King in the North. You were the first to bring Dothraki to Westeros” 

The older man tries to reason with Daenerys so she can see their point of view. “He was the first to make allies with Wildlings and northmen. He was named Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He was named King in the North. Not because of his birthright. He has no birthright. He's a damn bastard. All those hard sons of bitches chose him as their leader because they believe in him.”

Daenerys turns her attention towards Jon as Ser Davos sang his praises. “All those things you don't believe in, he faced those things. He fought those things for the good of his people. He risked his life for his people. He took a knife in the heart for his people. He gave his own–” Jon gives Davos a look to stop talking, catching Daenerys and Tyrions attention. Davos spoke more calmly, taking a breath.“If we don't put aside our enmities and band together we will die. And then it doesn't matter whose skeleton sits on the Iron Throne.”

“If it doesn’t matter you might as well kneel.” Tyrion says. Jon shakes his head and Tyrion continues to rationalize with him. “Swear your allegiance to Queen Daenerys. Help her to defeat my sister and together our armies will protect the north.” 

“There’s no time for that.” Jon replies, almost solemnly. “There’s no time for any of this. While we stand here debating–”

“It takes no time to bend the knee. Pledge your sword to her cause.” Tyrion interjects. 

“And why would I do that?” Jon snaps. He turns to speak to Daenerys. “I mean no offense, Your Grace, but I don't know you. As far as I can tell your claim to the throne rests entirely on your father's name. And my own father fought to overthrow the Mad King. The lords of the north placed their trust in me to lead them. And I will continue to do so as well as I can.”

“That's fair.” Daenerys notes. “It's also fair to point out that I'm the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms. By declaring yourself king of the northernmost kingdom, you are in open rebellion.”

Seeing that this “meeting” wasn’t going anywhere I stepped towards Daenerys. “Your Grace, I think it would be wise for us to take a break and resume at a later time, when we’re all a bit more level-headed.” 

Daenerys clenches her jaw before regaining her composure. “You must forgive my manners. You both must be tired after your long journey. We'll have baths drawn for you and supper sent to your rooms.”

She turns to her guards and instructs them in Dothraki to take them up to the guest rooms and to keep an eye on them. Before he leaves Jon asks her a question. 

“Am I your prisoner?” 

“Not yet.” 

As Jon and Ser Davos are led out the throne room Daenerys turns to walk back to the throne. There’s a pregnant pause in the air as all eyes are on Daenerys.

“Everyone except for Y/n leave.” 

Tyrion and Missandei look at one another and then towards me, concerned. I let out a sigh, raising my head and giving the two a reassuring nod. They both walk past me and I catch Varys looking a bit smug as he’s the last to leave. The stone doors shut close, leaving Daenerys and I alone. She turns back to me, seething. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She steps closer. 

“Daenerys..” I hesitated, not knowing what to say. “I didn’t think that they’d be so quick– I thought we had enough time to prepare.” 

Truthfully, it had taken a lot longer for the Army of the Dead to start marching towards the Wall. Could my arrival have changed events?

“Then what? When were you going to tell me? When this Night King is at our shores?” She takes a deep breath. “You said you’d tell me everything I needed to know. Clearly, that was a lie.” 

I shook my head, “no it’s not.” I stepped closer to her. “Yes it’s true there are things that I’m not telling you in full. But it’s for your own good. There are some things you need to learn on your own.” 

I took her hand in mine. “I swear to you, I will never betray you. You’re all I have in this world. You’re my only friend, my sister. Everything that I’m doing is for you, Daenerys” 

I held my breath and watched as she debated my words. After what felt like years, Daenerys nodded. “Alight.” 

She leans in, pressing her forehead against mine. “When I awoke this morning I thought I would have another ally, but it seems that I’ve made another enemy.”

I shook my head. “No. We need Jon. Not just for the Army of the Dead, but also for Cersei. Dany,” I leaned my head back. “Try to get to know him. To him, and the rest of Westeros, you’re an outsider. It doesn't matter that you were born here and that for hundreds of years your family have been every bit Westerosi as they are. You need to share your stories and see past this Targaryen-Stark nonsense. The people of Westeros– especially the north, look at Jon as the most honorable man, just like Ned Stark. If you can get him on your side, then you can get everyone else.” 

–––– 

I walked around the stone pathway around the castle, clearing my head. I needed to devise a new plan. One that would secure the North and bring a better light to Daenerys. 

In the past, or the future, whichever it is, Jon and Daenerys gradually get closer. It’s not after the death, and later resurrection, of Viserion do the pair really get close. They made a good pair, both romantically but as well as politically. Even after Jon’s true parentage was revealed, he stuck by Dany and reiterated his loyalty to her. If there was one thing that would solidify them together, protect Dany’s claim, and ally the North to us it’s–

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” 

I turned back to see Varys with the same smug smile he had when he left the throne room. 

“Fallen? Don’t make me laugh, Varys.” 

“But it’s true. You’ve failed Daenerys and soon she’ll find that she has no use for you and cast you aside.” 

I tried my best not to laugh. “If you really think that, then you’ve lost your damn mind.” I stepped closer to Varys, “I’m not going anywhere. And you can try to push me away, but know that it’s only going to end with you staring up at Drogon and Daenerys saying that one magical word.” 

I stepped to the side and walked past Varys, letting my shoulder hit his. “Watch your back, Spider.” 

I followed the northern path further up the cliffs where I spotted Theon Greyjoy looking out into the ocean. 

“Lord Theon,” I addressed the man. “I thought you had sailed back to the Iron Islands by now.” 

He bowed, surprised that I had found him. We made eye contact for a brief moment before he looked away. “No, My Lady. We needed more supplies and to repair our ship.”

“I see.” 

An awkward silence hung between us as Theon would periodically look up towards me before shying away. 

“Is something the matter?” My question seemed to have caught him a bit off guard. 

“Thank you, My Lady.” 

“You don’t have to thank me. We’re allies, we’re supposed to support and protect one another.” I replied. 

He lightly shakes his head. “No.” He purses his lips together. “When the ambush happened.. Yara was held hostage by Euron. He.. He was going to kill her. I got scared.. but your words, they helped me save my sister.” 

Oh. 

“Again, there’s no need to thank me.” I smiled. “You saved your sister, not my words. It took courage to fight for her and you found it. Don’t let what others say change that.” 

He gives me a small smile, letting my words sink in deep and I wondered if anyone had said anything nice to him since his capture and torture. His eyes shift past me and his smile wavers. I turn back to see Tyrion and Jon Snow staring daggers at Theon. 

“Oh fuck.” I mutter, watching the two men step towards each other. 

“Jon, is Sansa alright?” Theon genuinely asks. 

Jon grabs him by his armor's leather straps. “Don’t you dare say her name. You think that what you did for her would save you?”

“Stop it. Let him go.” I said, but he didn’t listen. Theon held onto Jons wrist but made no effort to push him away, seemingly accepting his fate. Jon’s face contorted with anger and grief and was close to plowing Theon’s face in. Tyrion looked at the two young lords wondering if there was going to be some brawl, or rather just Jon beating Theon to the ground.

“Stop at once!” I raised my voice. “This is Dragonstone and as long as you’re standing on this island you will conduct yourself accordingly. If you want to fight like children then fight in the ocean. Now, let go of him, Jon Snow.” 

Begrudgingly, Jon let go to Theon, giving him a push as he did so. Theon looked down as he straightened himself while Jon took a step back, staring daggers at him.

“We’re all allies here, regardless of what happened.”

“But my brother–” Jon tried to reason. 

“Is safe.” I reassured. “Bran is safe and alive. He was north of the wall, but he should be back in Winterfell soon.” 

Jon’s face was a mix of shock and disbelief. “How can you be so sure?”

“I just am. Your brother will be home soon, My Lord. But fighting amongst ourselves won’t help us in the slightest, especially for what's to come.” 

There’s a moment of silence between all of us before Jon nods and backs down. Without a word he turns back to the castle. Theon also left shortly leaving only Tyrion and I. 

“I believe that was the first time I’ve ever seen you raise your voice, My Lady.” He places his hands behind his back.

“If they keep squabbling like this then it won’t be the last.” I grumbled. 

Tyrion doesn’t say anything in return, only staring at the ground. 

“You have something to say?” 

Tyrion glances up, “how do you know that Bran Stark is alive?”

“Like I said, I just know.” I turned to face him fully. “Now, has Jon spoken to you about the Dragonglass?”

Tyrion’s taken aback. “How- right, you just know. Yes, he has. We were headed to speak to Daenerys before, well, all of this.”

“Good,” I nod. “Let's go.”

–––––

“Dragonglass?” Daenerys asks.

“Yes. Volcanic glass, obsidian.” Tyrion says. “He says you have a tremendous amount of it here.”

She turns to me for confirmation. I give her a nod, sitting back in my chair. “It’s down in the caves.” 

“And what does the King in the North want with Dragonglass?” She turns back to Tyrion. 

“Apparently it can be turned into weapons that can kill White Walkers and their foot soldiers, or stop them, destroy them. I’m unsure of the nomenclature.” 

“Only Dragonglass and Valyrian steel can kill White Walkers,” I clarified. “The caves below Dragonstone are filled with Dragonglass.” 

“It’s our only way to kill them.” Tyrion says. 

“And what do you think of this Army of the Dead and White Walkers and Night King?” Daenerys asks Tyrion.

“I’d very much like to believe that Jon Snow is wrong, but a wise man once said that you should never believe a thing simply because you want to believe it.” 

“Which wise man said this?” Daenerys raises a brow. 

“I don’t remember,” Tyrion replied innocently. 

“Are you trying to present your own statements as ancient wisdom?” Daenerys says. 

“I would never do that...to you.” He replies, bashfully. “The reason I believe Jon Snow is because he's here. All of his advisors would have told him not to come. I would have told him not to come, yet he's here anyway. You don't have to believe him. Let him mine the Dragonglass. If he's wrong it's worthless. You didn't even know it was here. It's nothing to you. Give him something by giving him nothing. Take a step toward a more productive relationship with a possible ally. Keep him occupied while we focus on the task at hand.”

Daenerys turns towards me. “What was that Ser Davos said about taking a ‘knife in the heart for his people’? Did you notice that?” 

I shrugged, “not my place, you know that.” 

A servant enters the chambers holding out a raven's scroll. I grabbed it, reading the contents before handing it off to Daenerys. 

“We should go.”

–––

The wind blew around us as Daenerys and I got ready for our departure. Not too long ago we had received a raven from the Unsullied and from the scouts we had sent over to Bitter Bridge to inform us of Lannister movement. As planned, Jamie was leading half of the Lannister forces from Casterly Rock to Highgarden.

“The fight to take the Rock will be easy,” I say climbing up onto Viserion. “With the new armor and weapons and the fact that they outnumber the Lannister force it will be an easy fight. 

“By the time the Unsullied captures the castle we will have reached Highgarden.” Daenerys says, sitting atop Drogon. Knowing what was to come we ordered our dragons to fly into the sky. 

The wind ripped past us, blowing my hair back. My hands gripped tighter to Viserions spikes, hunching down even further. I looked to my left seeing Daenerys and Drogon flying next to me, both looking determined as ever. The plan was simple; Daenerys and Drogon ambushes the Lannister force head on while Viserion and I sneak into the castle and help Olenna out to safety before I join the fight, and as a added measure, Tyrion and a few Dothraki would be with us to help in the fight. 

Drogon and Viserion dived down, the clouds parting away and revealing Highgarden. Even from up above we could see the soldiers on the ground. Daenerys and Drogon split off from Viserion and I. With a loud scratch and a burst of dragonfire, Drogon easily captures the attention of the enemy while Viserion flies to the back of the castle. He lands on the wall, the limestone crumbling beneath his talons. 

“Stay low and calm. I’ll be back soon.” I jumped off of Viserion. I watch as he flies down from the wall and hides from the enemy force. 

Carefully, I made my way into the interior of the castle. I drew out my sword ready for any surprise attacks. The halls were barren, safe for a few torches and tapestry that hung on the walls. I came down a set of stairs when I heard the sound of footsteps, a set of two. There's a muffled voice and then a set of footsteps walking away while the other set of footsteps came towards me. I hid behind a corner when I came face to face with a Lannister soldier. I took a step back and he lunged forward, aiming for my head. I side stepped, using the side of my sword to nudge him to the side and delivering a blow to his left. The steel easily cuts the small bit of him that wasn’t protected by his Lannister armor. He lets out a growl, growing more enraged. 

“Arg! You Targaryen bitch!” He plunges forward again with more force. He swings his sword towards me, but I’m quick to block it. He pushes against my own sword walking me backwards. My back hits the wall and he uses his full weight to try and pin me down.

The man gives a sickening smile, watching me struggle against him. “Once I’ve killed you ‘m gonna kill your fuckin’ dragons and then ‘m gonna fuck the Queen.” 

I recoil back into the wall feeling his rancid breath on my face. Quickly, I bring my leg up, using all my force and kneeing him in the groin. He jolts back, hunches over in pain and I quickly grab the back of his head, bringing his face down to my knee. There’s a loud crunch as his nose breaks against my armored knee. I push him back and plunge the sword into his neck, a loud and garbled scream ripped out of him. His wide eyes watched me pull the sword out of his neck, blood oozing and gushing out.

His body collapses against the stone floor with a thud. My chest plate raises and falls as I try to catch my breath. My entire body was on fire as I stared down at his body. I’d just killed a man. Technically speaking, he wasn’t the first I’d killed. I’d killed dozens of Eurons men, but that was up in the sky and by Dragonfire, not in a castle hallway with a sword. 

Once I had regained my breathing, I pushed his body back so it was out of view and quietly made my way further to where Olenna would have been. Right as I reach the doors, I hear a female and male voice, the same one that I had heard before I came across the Lannister soldier. I looked around for a place to hide, opting to hide between a pillar and a large stone planter. I hunched down to the ground as the oak doors opened and a man in Lannister gold stepped out, but what caught my eye was the golden hand. 

Jamie Lannister. 

Once his footsteps faded away I snuck into the room that he’d just come out of. An empty vile sat on the table and Olenna stood by the window, looking out at the gardens. 

“Came back to finish me off yourself?” 

“No, My Lady.” I replied. She turns around, surprised to see me. I pull out a blue vile of antidote towards her. “Quickly, take the antidote.” 

She shakes her head, “it’s too late for me now, my child.” She walks over to me, “tell your sister my time is now. I’ve already informed everyone in Highgarden to follow Daenerys’ command.”

I shook my head. “You can’t give up. Your house still needs you.” 

“My house is gone,” she squeezes my hands. “My children and grandchildren are gone. My dear Margery was all I had and that wretched Cersei took her from me. I have no one else.” 

“But don’t you want to get your revenge? Watch as Cersei loses the only thing she loved and succumbs to Dany’s dragonfire for all her crimes?” I pleaded. She shook her head again, patting my hand like a loving grandmother would. 

“My time is over, dear. If only my Margery had someone like you by her side she could have lived.” She turns back and sits down at the table. “Come, sit with me.”

I walk over to the table, sitting across from me. “Promise me that Cersei will suffer.” 

“I promise.” 

She places her hands on top of mine as we sit there waiting for the end.

a/n: so we're back :))

fun fact, actually, I've written up all the way to the Long Night lol, but I still need to refine and rewrite somethings.

how was this? how did we like the girlies fighting?

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Sherri Shepherd is planning to have a breast reduction this summer ##SherriShepherd

Sherri Shepherd revealed her plans for her summer break on her daytime talk show Sherri - she will be having a breast reduction.Speak with entertainment tonight At Variety's Power of Women Luncheon in Manhattan on Tuesday, the 55-year-old The View graduate said, "I think I'm getting my boobs done. I think I get a little discount because my back is starting to hurt.”Sherri's admission comes just a week after a needle plugged the gap in her dress caused by her ample breasts during the taping of her show."Getting out, you know, during the day it's sometimes too much," she explained. 'Well, before the doors open, Willie said: "It's too much breast!"'But that's not all the Dish Nation graduate has planned for her summer vacation.

Summer plans: Sherri Shepherd revealed her plans for her summer break from her daytime talk show Sherri - she will be undergoing a breast reduction"People keep forgetting I'm an actress," she told the outlet. "Well, yeah, I have an audition for a movie and I'm working on a children's book. And I'm going to be a mother. Jeffrey needs me more before he goes back to school.'The One For the Money actress shares son Jeffrey, nine, with her ex-husband Lamar Sally. And the talk show host spoke to the outlet about her role models, saying, "I would say it was Oprah who showed an equal interest in me lovingly and will speak to me." "Gayle King, who's going to text me? And Robin Roberts, you know, that encouraging news to say, "Hey, you're doing great, or maybe you should switch here." "And you know, when I call them and ask for advice, they're there, and it feels good to know I've got champions behind me," she added.Sherri has the life experience to know that she is very, very lucky at this point in her life. In the early 1990s, she spent eight days behind bars for owing $10,000 in unpaid parking tickets.And she believes her brief stint in prison was a "life lesson" that ultimately set her on the path to success.

Back pain: Speaking to Entertainment Tonight at Tuesday's Variety's Power of Women luncheon in Manhattan, The View alum, 55, said, "I think I'm getting my boobs done. I think I get a little discount because my back is starting to hurt."Yes, I went to jail for not paying for my tickets. At the time, I didn't think it was a good moment to be in jail, but looking back, I've learned to pay all my bills," she said page six Last month."Prison, that was a classroom ... it was a life lesson, and now I pay my bills on time."While she was incarcerated, a fellow inmate also helped Shepherd see her own star potential."One of the girls in prison said, 'Leave Sherri alone because she's going to be someone and we're going to be here for the rest of our lives,' literally she always said that," she recalled.

Role models: And the talk show host spoke to the outlet about her role models, saying, "I would say it was Oprah who has shown the same interest lovingly for me and will be speaking to me."

Her longtime pal: Here she is arm in arm with talk show host Kelly Ripa"Her name was Shelby and she came to both of my weddings when I was stepping out," she revealed."But sometimes people see things in you that you don't see yourself, and when she said those words, 'Sherri will be someone,' I never would have thought that to myself.""So I just knew something was going to happen."And while her big break took some time, Shepherd's tide turned when she landed the role of Sheila Yarborough on the Jamie Foxx show, which ran from 1996-2001.She also starred in other hit shows like Suddenly Susan and Everybody Loves Raymond before helming the 2002 ABC comedy series Less Than Perfect.With an impressive tally of television and film appearances, Shepherd's career took another leap when she became permanent co-host on ABC's The View in 2007.She served as a guest co-host for a year before legendary journalist Barbara Walters welcomed her full-time.She left the daytime talk show in 2014 but has made frequent cameos over the years.

She just looks good! Shepherd attends the 54th NAACP Image Awards in Los Angeles in February Read the full article

[kethsposy]

Additionally, there's Peter Baelish. Baelish goaded Lady Catelyn into taking Tyrion prisoner for a crime he had nothing to do with, Baelish revealed to Lord Stark that the king's heirs were actually bastards, and then helped set up Lord Stark to be taken prisoner by people who knew they had to silence him to save their kids. All of that was connected to Jamie and Cersei's crimes, but not caused by them, either directly or because Baelish was motivated by any moral outrage or desire for justice. They were just a convenient circumstance he could use for his own plots and if he hadn't had them he would have found or invented different conditions to benefit himself, which we know because before any of that Peter Baelish and Lysa Tully murdered the previous Hand of the King and told the Starks that the Lannisters did it. Something they were totally innocent of. This could easily have set off the wars even if the twins had been completely loyal to their respective obligations and all of Cersei's children were Robert's.

Baelish knowingly and deliberately took action to turn a significant dislike between two powerful houses into a blood feud and a rebellion, because it covered up his own crimes. Jamie and Cersei acting immorally and irresponsibly made that easier for him, but he would have done it anyway unless he had been caught.

If he wasn't actively trying to start a civil war he did a very good impression of it and certainly didn't mind.

This may sound silly but do you think jaime and cersei caused the war of 5 kings? Not whether their actions served as a catalyst for conflict, but the idea that nothing bad would happen in westeros, everybody would hold hands together and get along, nobody would fell compelled to go commit war crimes if only jaime and cersei didnt summon the demonic forces in the hearts of the good noblemen by not being able to keep it in their pants? (My question may sound loaded but im genuinely curious, maybe im missing something)

I think you could argue they did if you want to be extremely literal about it... but then you can also go back a step further and say, is it all down to Tywin's bad parenting? Then, is it all down to Tytos being an embarrassing dad? Or go a different way and wonder if it's all down to Aerys for being such a freak, or down to Robert for treating Cersei like shit, or Rhaegar or or or etc.

Ultimately the twins' actions are a hugely significant catalyst, but whilst that spark might have set the fireworks off early, there was still going to be Dany waiting in the wings, and Aegon VI, and a host of deeply unhappy Martells, and hey Robert's already practically bankrupt... etc etc. Like sure, you could say Jaime and Cersei set the wheels in motion for this particular version of events, but it also just seems a kind of redundant to argue as much. GRRM rarely seems interested in intricate maps of accountability so much as a broader societal corruption that makes the actions of characters like Jaime and Cersei so outsized and dangerous.

Like tbh, Jaime and Cersei fucking and making kids together is probably the least of their sins lol, certainly where Cersei is concerned. Their relationship is born out of a severely misguided childhood with piss poor parenting from their old dad, plus a whole lot of trauma on both sides. The fact that they continued this relationship, Jaime in the midst of his trauma and Cersei hers, is actually relatively sympathetic even whilst it's disgusting and dangerous. And the fact that this fucked up relationship of theirs that they've had since they were children somehow becomes so tangled up in the security of the realm that their being found out is enough to set the entire WO5K in motion.... is a far bigger problem than the twins themselves.

Like GRRM talks about the butterfly effect a whole lot with his writing, but the point of the butterfly effect is never to blame the butterfly for everything that happens afterwards. even if the butterfly is a cunt

[annabolina]

If there is one thing that Becoming Elizabeth has going for it, even when it’s not good at all, it’s the acting.

You might not enjoy the Thomas Seymour plot, but you can not take your eyes off Tom Cullen because he is that good, just absolutely mesmerizing, that man put his soul into this role and I thank him for it.

Romola Garai is a powerhouse and deserves a second season by herself, that’s it.

John Hefferman impressed me so much this last episode, him signing the paper ordering his brother’s death? He did more with his hands than most actors do with their whole face. Talking of his face, he was devastating in his attempts to reason with his brother.

And Jamie Parker is having the time of his life playing John Dudley and so am I watching him, we thank you for your service sir.

Anyway, I know none of them will get any recognition come awards season but if there was any justice, they would.

[likehephaestionwhodied]

I don’t know if GRRM has said anything about this. If so RIP but if not-- 

I’m 85 pages into what is probably near my 15th reread of A Game of Thrones and I’m actually annotating this time. Which means I’m remembering better than I ever have. and I don’t think Jaime Lannister was originally part of the Kings Guard let me explain. 

When Cat tells Ned that the Lannister brothers are coming with Robert to Winterfell Ned makes a face and Cat thinks 

“The Lannisters of Casterly Rock had come late to Robert’s cause when victory was all but certain, and he had never forgiven them” 

There is no mention of the fact that Jaime killed the king while being a member of the kingsguard. Something that is not a secret, Ned wouldn’t have had to keep that from her everyone knows that this happened. 

When Ned sees Jaime come though the gates he has “hair as bright as beaten gold” but no white cloak.

Perhaps the best indication of “Jamie was not origionally part of the kingsguard”  is when Bran is thinking about going south. 

“Two of the kingsguard had come north with King Robert. Bran had watched them with Fascination, never quite daring to speak to them. Ser Boros was a bald man with a jowly face, and ser Meryn had droopy eyes and a beard like the color of rust” 

Why the whole kingsgurad did not come I don’t know. But presumably this passage means that the two members who DID come were Ser Boros and Ser Meryn.

However, immediately following that sentence is this one 

“Ser Jaime Lannister looked more like the knigts in the stories, and he was of the kingsguard too, but Robb said he had killed the old mad king and shouldn’t count anymore.” 

“Jake it literally says he’s a member of the Kingsguard” I know and i think that came after, and here’s why

In the same chapter Bran over hears Jaime and Cersei, Cersei is going on and on and on about how Jaime should have been hand. And while I don’t know if there are laws about holding two offices at once that seems a bit power hungry, even for a Lannister. 

The only other reference to the Kingslaying business is when Jon introduces him at the banquet. Look at what he is wearing. 

“Ser Jaime Lannister was twin to Queen Cersei; tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. On the breast of his tunic, the lion of his House was embroidered in gold thread, roaring its defiance. They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered “Kingslayer” behind his back” 

I know that part of being a Lannister is doing whatever you want and so for Jaime not to be dressed as a member of the Kingsgurad might not be that wild, but from what I remember he usually is for the rest of the book. 

Anyways, my point is I think that originally Jaime was not a member of the kingsgurad and those two references were added later. We know the story has grown in complexity (and length) since GRRM first imagined it. And I don’t think this makes the story incomprehensible. It’s just interesting. And has nothing to do with me ignoring the 15 page paper I have due on Friday

also as Ned Stark’s biggest fan let me just primitively shut down arguments. This is not me saying Jaime isn’t good enough for the kingsgurad, or making any judgement at all about Jaime, simply pointing out I think GRRM ctrl+f and added back story for Jaime after  at least the first 85 pages were written that’s all. 

[notenoughmuses]

The words stung as Lyanna spoke and there was much truth in them, he could no deny them. His father's army had attacked and assaulted the royal family. They had caused destruction that had Tywin not betrayed the King, would not have happened. Nor would their be as many deaths on the Lannister name.

"Yes. It was my father. My father who is not bound to the same oaths as I. My father chose to murder innocents." Jamie responds in a matter-of-fact tone, not attacking but merely stating what occurred."My father did not think when he decided to join the rebels and help in the slaughter of the heir and grand-children of the King."

Jamie looks down at the babe in Lyanna's arms. Robert would kill him, Jamie knew that, it was the obvious answer. "He cannot claim Kingship when there are still Targaryens alive." Jamie mentioned while reminding himself about the logistics of the throne. "He is a babe, yes, but Targaryen blood runs through his veins. Queen Rhaella last I saw was with child and Prince Viserys, sailing to safety. There are ways to secure your sons future, Lyanna. I stood by the Targaryen King and I swore an oath to Rhaegar to protect his family. If my father hadn't gotten to Princess Elia and her children, Aerys would have with Wildfyre. So I rushed back to where I knew Rhaegars child was, I hoped you both had lived and I was relieved to see it. I've killed one mad king, Lyanna. I won't hesitate to take another if it means preserving peace in the realm. My father can't possibly think Robert Baratheon would make a good King. Rhaegar spoke ill of Robert just as much as his own father."

Jamie knew speaking of killing another King to be was not smart. It was not a good move, in war betrayal could mean you too would get stabbed in the back just as easily as you would do it first. Whose to say the next King after Robert wouldn't be subject to the same fate if Jamie was near. None would trust him. "Hire a faceless man to take care of Robert. I will stand by your son, the Prince, the next King of Westeros and if it costs me my life, then so be it. I've forfeited everything for Aerys and my father except for my life. That I would give to protect Rhaegars future with my life and sword."

JAIME LANNISTER:

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“The son of the lion, you speak as if I should trust you so easily.” There was a bite in her words, as harsh and as cold as the winds of her home, even after everything she was still a she-wolf, albeit now a mother wolf as well. One who nearly lost her life when birthing the son that remained within her arms, which protectively embraced the small pup that she’d called Jon. There was a storm within her gray eyes, burning with anger, heartache, sorrow…word reached them of the Prince’s death; Lyanna had yet to even fully process it nor grieve. “Was it not your fathers army who assisted in such brutality, who allowed such unthinkable violence upon two innocent children, of their mother?” The wolf and the lion were near the same age, they’d briefly met prior and the Lannister boy always seemed of good heart, logically she knew he was not to blame for the actions of his father, but her temper was fierce and untamed, she was speaking from hurt, from anger. 

 “I am no Lady Stark, that title would now belong to my good sister.” There was still uncertainty in her eyes, in posture and words, only when he speaks of Rhaegar does her expression soften, an ache felt within her chest at the memory now; he was dead because of her. “Robert would kill him.” She whispers, looking down to the slumbering babe, he looked so peaceful despite coming into this world in a time of war, he was peace, his mothers peace. “He cannot return to King’s Landing now, they wish to eliminate the Targaryen line, and any with it’s blood.” Brow lifts while staring at the young man now, a moment or two of silence falling between them. “And what if to give us this protection you seek to, it meant to stand against your own father?”

@notenoughmuses​

[renee-writer]

A Little Change in History Chapter 2

AO3

On the way to their new life, the wagon stopped several times for rest, meals and, so the people can relief themselves. On one of these times, Mary whispered to Claire. “Ccclaire were are were going.”

“I believe Stirling Castle. That is what I heard. We both have seven years to be indentured servants.” Claire holds the other lass as tears drip down her face. She wants Oxford, her house and, her uncle. They are all gone now and the future is in the hands of whoever picks up their indenture. She just prays he is kind.

They ride towards Stirling Castle. Murtagh smiles before he says, “So, Jenny says you need a wife.”

Jamie scowls. “Jenny needs to keep her nob out of my business. I don’t wish for a wife right now. I have the responsibility of the land and her tenants. These servants. Besides, have you seen the lasses my sister wishes to set me up with?” Murtagh chuckles. “Either a mousy thing or a loud demanding one who makes me wish to run away.” He laughs.

There was a time, before Mary married Robert that Jenny was trying to set him up with her. Then it was their cousin, Laughaire. Lord is he ever thankful that she was found in the barn with one of the stable hands and was married off.

“Jamie, you know I wish you happy. I haven’t been with anyone since Suzette in Paris, so I understand.” Jamie had been barely older then a wean, still wet behind the ears when he was in Paris for university. It was a heady time and the lasses were so tempting. He almost lost his life for one of them. He learned his lesson though.

They stop in front of the castle in the courtyard. Both the castle and villages are built on volcanic rock hovering above the river forth. As Scottish as the Highlands and Lowlands. A small platform had been constructed outside the castle and this is where many clansman had gathered to see the offerings of men and women for their lands. Jamie walks up to the lad with the list and occupations of the indentured servants.

“Good morror. I am in need of a midwife/ healer and a maid to replace one who is being married. Do you have anyone today who fits that need?”

“Mr. Fraser, I do. I have a healer from England. She has been charged with murder. She is with a friend, mute, who should make a fine maid.”

“Murder? Do you have the details?”

“Aye,” he shuffles some papers around, “ ah, the baby came still, according to the healer and the mam, who swears the child grew still in her. The father rejected this, the English courts put her under indenture. Her and her mates sentence is seven years.” He adds helpfully, “and are right over there, if you wish to see them.”

He nods and he and Murtagh walk over that way. He shakes his head at the conditions the people were in. All dirty and in rags but, they look healthy. There was that, at least. Jamie hated this, the aftermath of war. It got them out of England and into a better life. Most are Catholic and outspoken. It is a dangerous thing to be, as the English king didn’t handle that well. Most Scottish lairds were just looking for people to work the land. War had taken its toil on both sides. The famine that came after caused poor harvests and very tired Scots. Some had left for the colonies, seeking the independence, that is even stronger then the Scots had found. The English could do naught about it.

He walks over to see the healer. She has brown curly hair, and he sees her beauty even amongst the dirt. Another lass clings to her. “Claire Beauchamp, the healer come here.” The stand together and walk over to the three men. The tallest had the air of a Laird and she bows down to him, taking Mary with her. She noticed his red hair and stern but kind blue eyes. “I am Claire Beauchamp, the healer.”

“How many bairns have you lost?”

“Milord, three. Two were born still and the other badly deformed. The father took the lad and shoved me out the door.” Her head remains bowed.

“This lass with you, does she speak?”

“Yes Milord, but her stutter is bad and pronounced and she hides it from all but me.”

He nods. “I will take them both. I also need a good stable hand as the one I have is going on to other duties.”

“I have a lad of noble birth. He did something to disgrace his family and is now well, here.” The chap laughs. To see a noble brought low is a particular treat. Jamie just glares at him. “Come lad.” He quickly calls out.

He comes over. Thin he was but looks sturdy. “What is your name lad?”

“Alex Randall, sir. I was thrown out of my family for refusing to fight the Scots. I really didn’t , and don’t have a problem with you.”

“Randall? Do you know a Jack Randall?’

“Yes sir. He was my cousin. Never liked him. There was something funny about him beyond him not liking the ladies.” Seeing Claire and Mary, he flushes and bows towards them, “Pardon my ladies.”

Jamie likes him. “I will take him also. Please have them cleaned up and in some clean clothes. I will be back in an hour to get them.” He nods at Murtagh and they walk away. They head to a pub to get lunch befo heading back to Lallybroch.

[clandonnachaidh]

Light Across The Seas That Sever (Ch6)

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“Mind ye’ve got that meeting this afternoon?” Ian reminded him for the thousandth time as they all sat at the breakfast table and Jamie fought the urge not to roll his eyes, already mildly annoyed at the fact that his bowl of porridge wasn’t quite right. He should’ve made it himself without backing down when Jenny had insisted on doing it for him, that way it would’ve been thick enough to plaster a wall with, just how he liked it. But his sister would never surrender the spurtle, working it through the oats and milk until they became creamy and setting a large bowl of sugar on the table, much to Jamie’s distaste. Thick enough to clart a wall and with enough salt to make your eyes water, that was exactly how he’d had it since he was a bairn, their mother taking hers in the same way. Only Jenny and their father had preferred that their breakfast be covered in sugar and the sweetness of the Scottish strawberries that grew wild on Lallybroch estate.

“Aye, I ken fine well enough,” Jamie grunted without turning his eyes towards Ian who was trying to encourage a spoonful into Wee Ian’s mouth. “Whit was the name of the estate again?”

“’Tis the only estate in Tomich but did I no’ tell ye? He’s changed the meeting to the golf club.”

It had been his idea to begin with but now Jamie was uncertain about how their drunken plan was taking shape. After one too many whiskies of a night, he and Ian had been sprawled in front of the fire as they chastised the blend that they were imbibing, arrogantly announcing that the two of them could do much better. Jamie hadn’t thought anything of it as he’d stumbled to his bed and let sleep take him but a few days later he found himself mending a fence post in the back field as Ian continued his musing about Broch Mordha putting its stamp on the world as a new destination for a premier whisky distillery and the two of them, its innovative creators.

Jamie grunted as he rose to his feet and deposited his bowl into the deep sink, letting the tap run to soak the dish and refusing to turn his body to take in the picture perfect family scene that was sat at the kitchen table.

“Mr Dunsany—“

“He’s a Lord, is he no’?”

“Is there a reason yer being a particularly crabbit arse this morning, brother?” Jenny’s voice was dripping with irritation, not wanting her nice family breakfast to be ruined by the interminable grey cloud that had been brewing over Jamie’s head for the past few weeks.

“Jen, leave him be.”

“I will not. He’s been a moanin’ greetin’ face since he came back from that bloody reunion and ’tis hell time he snapped out of it,” she said a little louder to ensure that Jamie heard the emphasis that she placed on the insult as it flew from her mouth.

This caused him to turn on his heel and level his sister with a careful eye.

“I’m sorry, Janet, but sometimes I think ye forget that there is a world outside of Lallybroch. Life can be a damn sight more complicated than poppin’ out weans and tending tae chickens, ye ken.”

If her temper didn’t hit the roof, her eyebrows certainly made a good go of it. Silently, her fingers curled tightly around the spoon, stilling herself against the pull of Wee Ian’s chubby little hand that was fisted in the material of her shirt, demanding attention.

“I ken that fine well, James. But ye canna jus’ come home every time ye see her and sulk like a wee bairn that doesna get what he wants. Grow up a wee bit, aye?”

At the end of her parting shot, Jamie felt the anger licking at the sides of his throat. The rage that he’d been directing towards himself was now begging to be let loose on someone else, someone that would bite back and Christ, Jenny would do just that. It had been this way since he’d come home, the frustration melting into a sullenness that had punctured the idyllic bubble that the family lived in at Lallybroch. In his worst thoughts, he resented both his sister and his best friend and the happiness that they shared. Jamie loved them to their bones, of course he did, but after leaving Oxford with yet another memory of how he’d let Claire slip through his fingers, the last thing he wanted to see was the very evident love between Jenny and Ian and their three children.

And so he found himself, in a suit that was a bit tight across his shoulders but he’d purchased anyway in a department store on the Inverness High Street, shaking hands with Lord William Dunsany in the bar of a golf club that he’d never seen fit to frequent himself. Jamie tried his hardest not to let the glances from the club members get to him as they walked around the lounge with an understated belonging the he’d never feel himself. He made sure that he gave a strong handshake, looking the shorter man straight in the eye and made the informed decision to swap from his usual Scots to his best Received Pronunciation, assuming that Lord Dunsany was one of those people who claimed to be a ’Scotchman’ but was as English as they come with the age old story of inheriting Scottish land as a birthright. Jamie had realised, however, that the man certainly knew his whisky and would make a not-half-bad business partner with himself and Ian if he managed to convince him to part with some cash.

Jamie was fuzzy on the details of how’d they’d come to the agreement but two hours and four whiskies later, he found himself once more shaking hands with Dunsany. The Lord would foot the seed money in exchange for a fairly sizeable but not unfair amount of the business and as a personal favour, Jamie would escort his eldest daughter around Edinburgh the following evening.

“She’s up here with me to get away from some nonsense that’s gone on at home but she’s been cooped up in her hotel for days while her mother tries to organise a townhouse for her. I just want her to get out and see the city. Who better to show her around than a native?”

Late next afternoon, his slight hangover thankfully having subsided after a coffee and a square sausage roll, Jamie stepped off of the train and onto the platform of Waverley Station in the heart of Edinburgh.

The tang of the breweries immediately filled his nostrils and he breathed deeply as the ever present sound of bagpipes floated down from the upper level of the street. While Lallybroch where was his heart lived, and he loved the humour and familiarity of Glasgow, Edinburgh held a special place in his heart. He never got tired of grabbing a coffee and walking the length of George Street in the sun, the castle bursting into view if he turned his eyes to the east.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made his way towards the hotel that Dunsany had insisted on to putting him up in, the same one as his daughter just to make things simple. Although Jamie had spent many a morning diving into the spectacular breakfasts put on at one of his favourite places in Edinburgh, The Huxley, he had never imagined staying at The Caledonian that loomed over the small establishment just metres from its door.

Jamie didn’t quite know what to do as the doorman who was wearing a bloody top hat opened the door to the hotel for him so he settled on giving the man a polite smile, resisting an absurd urge to give him some type of formal bow. He had been in nice hotels before but nothing like this with its polished marble floor and a huge vases of fresh cut flowers on most surfaces that he could see.

“Mr Fraser, we have you in the Robert Louis Stevenson Suite for two nights. Here is your room key and it also includes the number for the Concierge, should you have any need. We have a table booked in the Peacock Alley bar for you and Miss Dunsany at 6pm this evening and I would be happy to make any dinner reservations you would like to make, within or outwith the hotel. Michael can get the rest of your bags from the car,” a neat blonde woman smiled at him from the reception desk as she inclined her head to the bellboy hovering at a polite distance over Jamie’s right shoulder.

“It’s nae bother, lass, I’ve only got the one bag,” Jamie muttered with a hint of embarrassment as he pulled the bag from the floor and swiped the keycards from the desk, smiling back at her. “Thank ye.”

When he stepped through the door that bore the name of one of Scotland’s most beloved authors, his growing Imposter Syndrome ramped up a few notches. Crossing the floor towards the window, Jamie was greeted by a beautiful view of the castle as it loomed over the city. He didn’t quite know how to act, having never been in such a large and clearly expensive hotel room. In fact, it wasn’t even a room, the woman at the desk had called it a suite.

Flicking through the TV channels for a little while, settling on the new show about Billy Connolly’s upbringing in Scotland, his fingers lazily scratched at the bare patch of skin just above his belt buckle. Something about being in a different city and having some time to himself made him feel lighter than he had in weeks and he gave himself permission to laugh at a particularly lewd joke that spilled from The Big Yin’s mouth on the TV.

Jamie’s phone, lying face up on the mattress beside his left shoulder, startled him as it gave a firm buzz. Sitting up, he opened the latest message from Geneva, telling him that she wanted to go out for dinner somewhere nice tonight. He was under no illusion as to the fact that when someone like Geneva Dunsany used the words ‘somewhere nice’, she was actually saying ‘somewhere expensive’. But thankfully, Jamie knew just the place and sent her a reply saying that he had it in hand before phoning down to the reception and having the helpful woman book a table at a restaurant he knew would be impressive enough but not so posh that he would feel out of his depth by eating there.

Although they’d messaged back and forth that afternoon, he hadn’t bothered to enlarge the tiny picture next to her name at the top of the screen. Toying with his phone, Jamie resolved that he had to know what the lass looked like, not wanting to have to shuffle embarrassingly around the bar trying to figure out who he was there to meet.

Her picture brought to its full size, he looked at her for the first time and tried was pleasantly surprised. She was clearly beautiful. Dark hair that flowed in loose waves over bare shoulders, her skin a beautiful olive brown from a summer tanning on a beach somewhere. She was looking at the camera dead on with a surety that came from a privileged upbringing, her face painted perfectly and a twist of the lips that couldn’t really be called a smile, as if she didn’t want to be seen to be having fun. She looked like every posh girl that Jamie had met in his life, every girl at university who would air kiss their friends on both cheeks while their manicured hands clutched at bags that cost more than his first car.

Suppressing a groan at the thought of spending a weekend with a person who no doubt came from an entirely separate world than the one he’d grown up in, Jamie divested himself of his socks as he plodded, bare feet on plush carpet, through to the bathroom to take a shower and clean himself up ahead of his evening.

Later, he sat at the bar, his fingers playing with the patterns on the cut crystal glass that housed his double whisky, he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder.

“James Fraser?”

His stomach dropped into the floor.

The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind at what hearing his name fall from the lips of an Englishwoman would do to him. He felt an absurd wave of revulsion swipe through him in an instant and he took a quick drink before turning on his stool to face her, swallowing the bile that had risen up in his throat.

“Och, lass, nobody really calls me James. Ye can call me Mac. ’Tis another one of my family names,” he tried to sound light and not as if the sounds of his name leaving her lips felt like the flesh on his back had been ripped open to the bone.

There was a reluctance in her eyes and he immediately knew that she was uncomfortable so he did his best to send her his most charming smile, gesturing for her to sit and then signalling to the bartender.

“What would ye like tae drink?”

“Martini, if you would, extra dry, extra dirty,” she ordered confidently as the bartender nodded and turned to begin preparing it for her.

With her chin in the air, she asked, “So, my father said you were a business associate?”

“Aye, I suppose I am now. My brother-in-law and myself wish to start our own whisky company. Your father has kindly offered to help.”

“My father isn’t generally in the habit of helping out of kindness.”

“Aye, well, hopefully he trusts that we ken what we’re doing. Or that we’ll figure it out at the very least,” Jamie tried to joke but she gave him nothing. There was something cold in her demeanour that he hoped he wouldn’t have to fight against for the whole evening.

After watching the martini disappear down Geneva’s throat in record time, he offered her an arm as they left the hotel and were hit by the cool air of Edinburgh in the evening. As soon as Jamie took the first step towards Princes Street, Geneva halted.

“We’re walking?”

“’Tis no’ far, only ten minutes or so. We have time before our reservation,” he replied, gently tugging on the arm that she’d looped through his so that she would begin to walk with him. Her feet stayed firmly planted on the concrete.

“These are £500 shoes, I’m not walking anywhere.”

“Lass, Edinburgh is a city tae get lost in. If we get a taxi we’ll just be looking at the sides of buses and traffic lights. Yer father asked me tae show ye the city,” letting her arm slip from his, Jamie took a step forward and gestured towards the castle, atmospherically lit from beneath now that the sun had gone down. He turned back to her with a kind smile and held out his hand. “Let me, aye?”

Reluctantly, she acquiesced and let him lead her away from the hotel. Jamie’s skin tingled at the contact and he realised that he hadn’t touched a woman apart from Jenny since the university reunion with Claire. He flexed his fingers experimentally and felt something swell in the pit of his stomach when Geneva tightened her grip in response.

The two of them made small talk as they walked through Princes Street gardens and up towards the restaurant, Geneva seeming happy enough with the venue that he’d chosen. He’d heard good things about The Witchery before and as they sat down at a table covered in a pristine white cloth, surrounded by painted dark wood on the walls and ceilings, he noticed how pretty Geneva looked in the candlelight. Only a fool would try to argue that she wasn’t beautiful. But there was a coldness to her that hadn’t warmed yet and so he kept on being as charming as he could, hoping that another glass of wine might bring down the steely demeanour that she seemed to hold on to for dear life.

Oxford had been full of girls like Geneva Dunsany. Wealthy, privileged and confident. After four years of university, Jamie had perfected the art of tuning out their inane conversation about which exotic place they’d spent their summer, who’s guestlist they’d been placed on for the weekend and what they were planning on wearing. So he knew how to respond to her constant stream of speech, nodding and agreeing in the right places and sending dazzling smiles across the table when he felt like rolling his eyes. Though somehow, he found that he didn’t actually dislike Geneva Dunsany. Something in her eyes, or maybe it was the way she chose her words, showed Jamie that the poor little rich girl personality was an act. Underneath the mask, she felt the same way that he did—unfathomably sad.

Something inside of him felt sorry for her, recognising the pain that he knew all too well in another. And while he didn’t particularly care for the woman, Jamie decided to be kind to her. He leaned closer across the table and started to respond to her stories with anecdotes of his own. With the help of another two martinis, she began to blossom in his company and the two shared a relatively pleasant evening together.

When they reached the hotel elevator, Jamie had nothing on his mind other than stripping off his constricting shirt and sleeping off the whisky cloud that was hanging somewhere around his temples.

“What’s on the agenda now, then?” Geneva asked as they stood side by side.

“Shower then bed, I think.”

“Sounds good to me,” she all but whispered, Jamie’s head twisting to see the dark look of seduction that was painted on her face. “Mind if I join you?”

He didn’t say no.

It was shocking how easily he slipped into the worst version of himself. There had been a few nights in the past where he’d spent too much time and money in the pub in Broch Mordha and woken up the morning with some woman curled around him at whatever bed and breakfast they’d invited him back to. He only ever slept with women who were in the area for the moment, never anyone who he’d run into again. It was always when he was half gone with drink, his body acting solely on blind need that he succumbed to his baser instincts.

The doors of the elevator opened and Geneva walked in purposefully, turning to look at him with an alluring smile. Jamie walked in beside her and pressed the number for her floor.

They found pleasure in each other’s bodies but it was skin deep at best. A simple matter of scratching an itch that they both clearly had and had resolved to using the other to sate that particular need. There were no delicate touches or gazes held for any real length of time. Jamie set himself to work, making sure that she got hers before followed suit. It was perfunctory. Pleasant. And when they both uttered their subdued sounds of fulfilment, Geneva immediately rolled away from him, shielding herself once more.

“Do ye want me to go?” Jamie’s voice broke through the dark silence of the room.

Her response was barely a whisper, “Please.”

He dressed quickly, roughly, and scrambled around in the dark for his phone that had fallen from his pocket. Geneva was lying as still as a statue but Jamie could hear the odd sniff from her and realised that she had begun to cry. After dithering between his options, his inherent gentlemanliness won out.

“Is there anything I can do?”

There was no response for a few seconds and he took that as his answer, beginning to move towards the door of the room when a single word stopped his hand from turning the doorknob.

“Stay.”

Keeping his eye on her as though she was a frightened animal that might bolt at any provocation, he slowly began to undress. When she moved over slightly to give him room to get under the covers, he did just that and felt a strange sense of kinship as she wrapped her body around his. Jamie held her, stroking her hair until she fell asleep in his arms. The sound of her gentle breathing was the only thing filling the room until his phone suddenly pinged with a notification.

Facebook Congratulate Claire Beauchamp on their engagement!

Before he could stop himself, he opened the app and looked at the posed photograph of the two of them, her left ring finger showing off an almost comically large diamond ring.

After telling our friends and family, we are so happy to announce that we are engaged! We thank everyone so far for their kind words and well wishes. From the future Mr and Mrs Frank Randall.

Every muscle on his body was thrumming with energy. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what the energy was made from. Rage? Fear? Utter desolation? Whatever it was, it was coiling its way around his ribs, holding him in stasis and holding him hostage as he experienced it.

He wasn’t even considered a friend anymore, seeing as he hadn’t been given the privilege of a private message, having to find out through fucking Facebook. She had clearly changed in her time in Boston, the Claire he knew would never have given up her name and become Mrs Frank Randall. Randall-Beauchamp at the very least, for Christs sake.

Tasting the rare metallic nature of blood in his mouth, Jamie realised that he was biting the inside of his cheek. He felt the need to get up and do something, anything to expel the energy that was going to burst out of him if he didn’t channel it into something. But he was stilled by the feel of Geneva’s naked body against his and a rush of guilt tried to swallow him whole.

How dare he question Claire’s life, assume to know her situation all the while he was in bed with another woman. Reminding himself for the hundredth time that Claire had made her choice and it wasn’t him, he swallowed his pride and went to send her a message, even though he knew it wasn’t a smart idea.

He shouldn’t have had that final whisky.

Jamie: Just seen the news. Congratulations to you and yours.

A blatant lie but what was he supposed to say?

To his surprise, her reply was almost immediate.

Claire: Thank you!

Short and to the point. Two words that would shut down any further conversation, a feigned attempt at excitement and gratitude that he prided himself on being able to see through.

He knew that he would have been one of many to send the same sentiment that day but he had kidded himself that his text would receive a more personalised response. Maybe all she thought of him was a copy and paste response as she planted her phone down screen first on the sofa before climbing into the arms of her future husband.

In an attempt to hold the tears at bay, Jamie curled an arm around Geneva’s prone body, bringing up his hands to his arm and pressing his palms into his eyes until he saw stars.

[sh1tb0i]

Changes/choices made in The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (2013) that make me chew drywall

Lily Collins black eyebrows against her faintly dyed red-over-dark-brown hair. Guys. There was no way in hell you were selling that she’s a ginger but why THAT choice

the portal in the institute. Portals as just a naturally occurring thing. That is a WARLOCK skill

the framing of witches vs the framing of warlocks

any attempt at humour that wasn’t voiced or acted by either Jamie Campbell Bower or Robert Sheehan nothing else landed why did you bother just leave the quips to them

Alec. Just. Poor Alec my boy they did you so dirty. Shoved the plot forward at Mach speed but refused to give you a boyfriend or a personality smh

“Bach is to demons as garlic is to vampires?”

No rat Simon. Devastating loss how funny would that have been

I’m still insane about the wet ass water portal behind the giant locked door why did y’all do that just give me more Magnus

Valentine. Enough said.

Actually not enough said WHAT was going on with those braids please someone tell me if I’m being culturally ignorant but I’m like 75% sure I’m not and it was just a Choice they made with him

The garden scene was cute and the kiss was good but why the fake out on the stairs — in fact why was the fake out caused by a pet crow that then apparently IMMEDIATELY doesn’t matter because Clary trips and falls onto Jace’s lips anyway

The werewolves I’m sorry guys you were completely non essential to the fight you were roped into and died for no reason this was unnecessary wolf murder

why did we put the final fight in the institute. like I get it you put a lot into this set but like you didn’t have to. why the dome. why the basement crypt— why was JOCELYN in the basement crypt?? this is never explained she’s just there. was she there the entire movie??? COMATOSE AND FLOATING????

“I don’t believe it clary, not in my heart, it doesn’t feel true…. It’s not the world that’s different, it’s you… anyway don’t you remember what Hodge said? All the stories are true” MAKE UP YOUR MIND JONATHON CHRISTOPHER IS THE STORY TRUE OR NOT trying to swing a profound ending line as they ride off down the streets of Brooklyn except it makes zero fucking sense I’m taking liberties because I don’t wanna write the entire scene but you get the fucking gist

Anyway I watch this movie once every like five months and it puts bugs in my brain each time

once again watched the mortal instruments movie (it’s weirdly become a comfort movie I love shitty 2010s action fantasy film) and the more I watch it the more I notice absolutely none of the dialogue makes sense. I’m p sure I watched a video essay about how the entire 2 hours is just Exposition: The Film and they’re right and every time I watch it it becomes more and more obvious. absolutely insane choice. it’s so exposition heavy that they spoil that jace and clary are in fact NOT siblings and that valentine is lying just in case they never made a sequel because that would be a fucking crazy thing to not inform the audience after they had insane sexual tension the entire film and oh— would you look at that. shockingly, they didn’t make a second one. glad they cleared that up mid way through the back half of the film or the reviews would have been WEIRDER and probably even worse

in fact the entire back half of the film with valentine is so fucking crazy. why’d they do that to him. why’d they make him like that. they did not have to make him like that. yes he’s an insane fucking guy but like they try to tell you “he was once a great man but fear twisted him into this” NO IT DIDNT. NO HE WAS NOT. HE WAS NEVER NORMAL. DO NOT TRY AND PLAY IT LIKE THAT THIS GUY HAS NEVER BEEN NORMAL A DAY IN HIS LIFE truly the mindless rage emanating from this man borders on hysterical there is no world in which this guy was a charismatic leader at any point there was no point in her life that LENA HEADEY as Jocelyn ever fucked this guy to produce one child let alone TWICE

can we talk about LENA HEADEY being in this film!!! Robert Sheehan??? JARED HARRIS?? he was actually in a lot of weird mainstream mid 2010s action films so that’s not all that surprising but like. man. Aiden turner!!! There were so many good actors in this film why did they DO this to them???? what HAPPENED in that writing room I would pay real money to know how this got greenlit im serious

so glad they turned it into a mediocre television show instead at least that shit had time to expand

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandad Jaime Lannister with a child of his NOT by Cersei!!

Jamie Lannister would be such a great yandad. He’s really a good person when Cersei isn’t around to plunge her claws into him.

It’s both good and bad that the child isn’t Cersei’s. On one hand it’s good cause then Jamie has something that his sister isn’t a part of, hence him being able to push away a little from her and focus on his child and himself. On the other hand Cersei will find out about said child, one way or another. And she’s gonna do whatever necessary to get rid of them.

Remember what happened to all of Robert’s bastards??? Yeah, it’ll be something like that. Only a little more personal.