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[magpiecrust]

Crow: Can I shoot him? Tom: Not in public.

[moondostj]

“beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.” / “he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. in his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.” / “you saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath.” / “the slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore.”

— george r.r martin

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

I’m reading the three musketeers and found out that Brienne is a medieval French country and guess what the coat of arms was for the ‘Counts of Brienne’ was, a fricking lion!

This can’t be just a coincidence right?? George is subtly hinting that Brienne will marry Jaime, I mean the background is blue, it’s like a combo of their two houses!

[100-great-books]

[rozsesandart]

Lady Catelyn Stark with her and lord of Winterfell Eddard Stark’s firstborn son, Robb Stark 🐺

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[thebeesareback]

I think it's very funny that in Game of Thrones Catlyn gets a coded letter from Lysa, because you might assume it's in some kind of Westerosi Pig Latin, but if you've ever spoken to teenage girls you'll know that they just use ridiculous nicknames and weird references. There's a chance what the note actually said was:

"Goldilocks Cece and Uncle Blackfish's fanboy mothered Old J, stay Frey" instead of "Queen Cersei and Jamie killed Jon Arryn, be cautious"

[inlovewithquotes]

"How is it that you did not wed?" Jaime asked him.

"Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was a sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost chocked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me." Connington glanced into the pit. "The bear was less hairy than that freak, I'll----"

Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning.

"You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne."

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. "Brienne. If it please my lord." He spat a glob of blood on Jaime's foot. "Brienne the Beauty."

-A Feast For Crows

[silverflameataraxia]

I've said this before, but I'll say it again. One of my favorite aspects of Arya's storyline is that no matter where she is, no matter who she is pretending to be, she always has a way of surrounding herself with friends.

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth.  Arya would make friends with anybody. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block.

- Sansa I, AGoT

She would make much better time on her own, Arya knew, but she could not leave them. They were her pack, her friends, the only living friends that remained to her, and if not for her they would still be safe at Harrenhal, Gendry sweating at his forge and Hot Pie in the kitchens. If the Mummers catch us, I'll tell them that I'm Ned Stark's daughter and sister to the King in the North. I'll command them to take me to my brother, and to do no harm to Hot Pie and Gendry.

- Arya I, ASoS

Cat had made friends along the wharves; porters and mummers, ropemakers and sailmenders, taverners, brewers and bakers and beggars and whores.

- Cat of the Canals III, AFFC

She missed the friends she'd had when she was Cat of the Canals; Old Brusco with his bad back, his daughters Talea and Brea, the mummers from the Ship, Merry and her whores at the Happy Port, all the other rogues and wharfside scum.

- The Blind Girl I, ADwD

[winnie-the-monster]

Jaime kissed her cheek. “He left a son.”

“Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth.”

That was a queer remark. “Why should you fear?”

“Jaime,” she said tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak…..but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”

[siktheon]

Brandon Stark, The weirwood king.

My interpretation of The summer king Bran “the broken” as ancient weirwood king. Painting inspired by hours of watching David Lightbringer . The weirwood throne grew arround meleted remains of the iron throne which is still burning with remains of dragon fire. The Others were reunited with their tree homes Inside the weirwood and greenseer sits on the throne as the face of the tree. Thus the throne is a vortex of all three sources of magic.

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[magpiecrust]

Crow, to Tom: I would kill for you Crow: But then again, i like killing.

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

Brienne is so I bet on loosing dogs coded

[myownastraldress]

A Feast For Crows, "A Song of Ice and Fire", George RR Martin

[bayetea]

seeing non-black people critique rick's portrayal of black characters is interesting sometimes. only like 30% of the critiques I see make any sense to me to be honest

[grandmaestershibe]

recent grrm interview puts my hopes for winds to rest..

never happening and i guess I'll have to live with it. the cope for me is that if he does ever get around to it, it would be the last book.

the double whammy of no winds and no dream still hurts tho.. i guess I'll have to find a new obsession.