#storm’s end

[amoratearte]

If HotD won’t, then I shall. Happy Father’s Day to Daemon Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon!

“An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Lucerys shall be avenged.”

PS: tell me if you notice the F&B easter egg I left in this piece✨

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Sansa I

He smiled at her. “Now, wolf girl, if you can put a name to me as well, then I must concede that you are truly our Hand’s daughter.”

Joffrey stiffened beside her. “Have a care how you address my betrothed.”

“I can answer,” Sansa said quickly, to quell her prince’s anger.

She smiled at the green knight. “Your helmet bears golden antlers, my lord. The stag is the sigil of the royal House. King Robert has two brothers. By your extreme youth, you can only be Renly Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and councillor to the king, and so I name you.”

Ser Barristan chuckled. “By his extreme youth, he can only be a prancing jackanapes, and so I name him.”

There was general laughter, led by Lord Renly himself.

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗨- 𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘

Have you ever asked yourself what a book for tourist traveling to Westeros would look like ? Well, my intrusive thoughts and lack of sleep helped me come up with this idea. It's just the first part of 9 I'll do one for each region of the land of Westeros, but I already have plan to do it to the region's of Westeros too. I based myself not just on the cultures of the real world but also Westeros, and what they would look like in a modern setting, so yeah enjoy my crazy shit because I sure did when I woke up today and decided to do this.

NORTH. VALE. RIVERLANDS. WESTERLANDS. REACH. CROWNLANDS. DORNE. IRON ISLANDS.

[copperarsenite]

antony and cleopatra by william shakespeare / boadicea haranguing the britons by john opie / godspeak: kingdom come by lucille clifton / grief lessons: four plays by euripedes by anne carson / saint barbara, netherlandish / anne sexton: a self-portrait in letters by anne sexton / yellowjackets: doomcoming / medusa head, basilica cistern / a ship against the mewstone, at the entrance to plymouth sound by william turner / st. augustine by philippe de champaigne / (i agree) by emily berry / the gods show up by michael kinnucan / unmarried brides by cesare vecellio / that grace that comes by violence by anne carson

argella durrandon of storm’s end

[maastrichtiana]

we never really talk about the logistics of feasting outside Storm’s End

war of attrition between unstoppable force (Mace Tyrell finishing his dinner, other lords cowering under the table, wineglasses of arbor gold spilling over from rain, tents airborne, lightning flashing) meets immovable object (Stannis given a task)

[madame-fear]

summary of the storm’s end scene in episode 10

[echos-muses]

for shits and giggles

[tomriddleshoe]

“My lord Strong” that’s very cunty of you Almond

[laurellerual]

Whose your favorite Baratheon?

Ok, first of all, how dare you?! I love all my children equally Stan:

The one true king of my heart and his sweet and doomed fawn.

My rays of sunshine

My personification of all self-destructive tendencies out there

My strong girl and my dashed hopes for the future

Them obv...

And the rest too!

[driften-sea-snake]

*aemond sinisterly turning, hands clasped behind back, to stare lucerys down when he enters storm’s end*

aemond a minute before talking to floris baratheon: so uhhh what if i was like a worm. would you still love me. would you stab my worm eye. would you make me a little worm-sized sapphire,

[rann-poisoncage]

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Eddard I

“Ned! Ah, but it is good to see that frozen face of yours.”

The king looked him over top to bottom, and laughed. “You have not changed at all.”

Would that Ned had been able to say the same.

Fifteen years past, when they had ridden forth to win a throne, the Lord of Storm’s End had been clean-shaven, clear-eyed, and muscled like a maiden’s fantasy.

Six and a half feet tall, he towered over lesser men, and when he donned his armor and the great antlered helmet of his House, he became a veritable giant. He’d had a giant’s strength too, his weapon of choice a spiked iron warhammer that Ned could scarcely lift. In those days, the smell of leather and blood had clung to him like perfume.

Now it was perfume that clung to him like perfume, and he had a girth to match his height.

Ned had last seen the king nine years before during Balon Greyjoy’s rebellion, when the stag and the direwolf had joined to end the pretensions of the self-proclaimed King of the Iron Islands. Since the night they had stood side by side in Greyjoy’s fallen stronghold, where Robert had accepted the rebel lord’s surrender and Ned had taken his son Theon as hostage and ward, the king had gained at least eight stone.

A beard as coarse and black as iron wire covered his jaw to hide his double chin and the sag of the royal jowls, but nothing could hide his stomach or the dark circles under his eyes.

Yet Robert was Ned’s king now, and not just a friend, so he said only, “Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.”

[fully-functioning-pigeon]

I know someone must have done this already

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[meamiiikiii]

silly comic based on a time i struggled to read live on stream :thumbsup:

context clip compilation below ASDASDFASA

(cw for brief mention of hospitals/strokes)

[pastorpresent]

"Whiskey. Straight. Leave the bottle." bf vs "strawberry daiquiri with a bendy straw:)" gf