#catch myself rocking

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[friendshapedhorrors]

Let’s play a fun game called am I masquerading as an autistic person and acting how I think someone with autism would act or am I simply learning to unmask

[hollowtones]

hi holly, if you could be any bionicle set which one would you be?

Kopaka Nuva but a woman

[crownrots]

last night episode really got me thinking about elsa and rhaenys’ relationship, both when rhaela was alive and after she passed and rhaenys and corlys took her in (bc why wouldn’t they 🤡 … uncle daddy and auntie step mom). It’s such a tumultuous ride tho … rhaenys initially harboring ill will towards her because she’s technically corlys’ first born to being incredibly instrumental in raising her bc she KNEW her sister’s time with her was going to be short.

i ran out of tags to tag spoilers so: h*td spoilers dawgs for last nights hour of torture.

rhaenys, even if she didn’t show it as much, thought of Elsa as her own and Elsa, despite not showing it, always looked to her for the mother she was robbed of far too soon. The two argued like a parent and child might, the flew their dragons together, laughed and drank and mourned with one another.

But there was always a little sting, a little bit of resentment especially after Laena and Laenor passed, because while her only two children perished… Corlys’ child still lived and thrived and she always had to remind herself that Elsa wasn’t privy to her lineage. Only thought Corlys’ treated her as a daughter because that was expected of him as her aunt’s husband.

It’s not until everything is really laid out in the open that she’s able to let go of that little chip on her shoulder, to let it fall away so she can fully remember and realize the promise she had made to her sister on her death bed all those years ago; she has done far more for elsa than even SHE realized.

and then THIS happens … and the fact that they don’t even get to say goodbye. the fact that the last time they saw each other rhaenys was only catching a glimpse of her hauling ass north because something had gone amiss once jace departed from there. she never got to tell her just how much she loved her and loved raising her. that any anger or resentment or callousness she showed her at ANY point of her life had been ill placed and accidental. she never got to REALLY tell her how proud of her she was. how much of a privilege it had been to raise her up into the woman and mother she had become. she definitely does not see her late sister when she looks at her, but rather sees herself.

and when elsa returns, and in her grief goes to the alter by the tide pools that she’s visited far too often in her lifetime she absolutely loses it. while normally she’d have whittled a piece of wood to look like who she had lost, she stands there and just looks at the line of pieces that are already there; her mother, her grandmother, aemma, laena, laenor, viserys, luke, and her own son, rickon…she can’t put rhaneys there, she just can’t.

and in her grief and rage she destroys it, destroys the one place of peace she’s had all those years. destroys her once place of reflection and one place she could grieve uninterrupted. she rips the alter of driftwood and stone apart with her bare hands, knuckles bleeding.

it’s not a place of remembrance or reflection. it’s a glaring reminder of everything and everyone she’s lost. the empty spaces, a place holder for who might have an effigy placed there next; her husband, her daughters, her only remaining son, her nieces, her nephews, her queen and cousin, her father … the list goes on.

and all the while her dragon watches, feeling every ounce of her grief tenfold, and it’s unlike the kind she’s shared with her before. but when it’s all said am done, just like when elsa was fourteen and had lost her mother, frosteye lifts one opal wing, battle scars from them turning the tide in north still healing, and invites her under. and elsa accepts just as she did before, crawling beneath the wing, sand singing her split knuckles, drawing herself into a fetal position and weeping like a babe.

but she knows rhaenys isn’t coming to check on her like before. she knows frosteye won’t chortle and shift at the high valaryian spoken so softly and clearly to calm her upon approach.

she’s surrounded by so many, needed by so many. but she’s never felt so alone in rhaenys’ absence.

[rurinnfane]

Hnnnnnnnffff the witchy shit……… it calls to me once again…. fuck

[fisheito]

wondering if there's a character who HASN'T done the Do in heels. ????

[vivisectuality]

sigh

[goldkirk]

I AM LITERALLY LIVING THE LIFE I STARTED IMAGINING WHEN I FIRST LISTENED TO MATT AND KIM. WOW

[yourclownpal]

sometimes im sad and then i look at the muppets and i am no longer sad

feat. my sillys : -3

[7rashstar]

had a damn ass gay ass rock moment this morning

[ayyponine]

Fandom is rotting my brain truly not me looking up must sees fr a Vienna citytrip and going like oh the staatsoper seems nice.... *seeing picture of interior w the stairs like gasp! nice tux by the way???

[daz4i]

saying this lovingly bc i grew up with these songs and i have much respect for these artists. but every time i listen to my playlist of songs from my country i get a confidence boost. bc my god no one here knows how to sing. like i am actually at a very good starting point in that regard i think

[biillys]

been flicking between house and er and now i want the billy working at a hospital au's please

[dandelionjack]

that bourgeois husk of skin is from the SECOND EPISODE? i’ve known her all my life had no idea she would show up so soon

[get-back-homeward]

listening to john lennon’s cover of chuck berry’s you can’t catch me

and my brain mindlessly drifts to come together

and I do a double take

y’all it’s the same song

[cutexasxabutton]

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