Tumgik
jeyneofpoole · 12 hours
Text
oh fuck this is a really good hill i gotta die on this
24K notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 16 hours
Text
Tumblr media
criston for @knightsickness alicent for @antigone-lesbian and @ludcake larys for @championsofthejust
mix of book & show inspo :>
marwyn for @molicioushat
penny for @madqueenalanna @rustwood and @inthecompanyofabengaltiger
viserys for @tosailthegreatgrasssea
141 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 1 day
Text
my brutalist son just killed my rococo son with his gray concrete alphabet blocks
9K notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 2 days
Text
coming to the rapid realization that i don’t like season 5 of tma. uh fucking ohhhhh
4 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
—frank bidart
[id: (1) young alicent prays in the sept with her hands folded. (2) frank bidart line of poetry that reads: “to survive, I had to kill her inside me.” (3) adult alicent stares vacantly at the council table with her hands folded. end id]
204 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 3 days
Text
can someone give me $100,000 I won't pay you back
15K notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media
while i’m on my tma soapbox here are my og archives gang designs
13 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media
yeah man i bet the 80yo guy was assasssinated. not that he fucking croaked it. cersei was 100% justified thinking he just died of his own accord and honestly nedcat are delusional for believing "lannisters killed an 80yo man who could die any day now" over "old man dies in bed"
339 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
you have to be a killer
97 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 3 days
Text
and this is where I keep my cages full of starving twinks watch this they hate it when I do this *starts smacking the cage with a bat loudly*
31K notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media
while i’m on my tma soapbox here are my og archives gang designs
13 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 4 days
Text
my shit asoiaf take is that i want griff jon and dany to hang out and chill together maybe play a videogame
203 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 4 days
Text
Tumblr media
Our lady of the Vale
Original vers. Below
Blame tumblr compression. -_-
Tumblr media
404 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 4 days
Text
TWO. TWO FRANKLIN EXPEDITION EPISODES. how did i block this out oh my god
howwwwww did i forget that there was a franklin expedition tma episode. i just did a fucking jig on the clock. mental illness wins.
21 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 4 days
Text
and if i spoke (i think that the widespread fanon tma character designs are hideous and inconsiderate of the personalities/realities of the characters themselves) i would be burned at the stake. jon was NOT wearing skirts to work guys can we be honest with ourselves here. he did not have waist length perfectly styled hair and quirky glasses chains he was wearing poorly fitted button-down shirts he put on in the dark and ties that inspire suicidal ideation. you all are so annoying god bless 🙏
27 notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 4 days
Text
how to become commander of friend group
how to establish political control of friendgroup
friend group organisational structure google
15K notes · View notes
jeyneofpoole · 4 days
Text
Tumblr media
“our towers, they rose up and set with the sun / our sermons, they burnt us with fiery tongues / we wrought our wings of metal, surprised when we fell,” eastward of eden by amelia day
“The Valyrians learned one deplorable thing from the Ghiscari: slavery. The Ghiscari whom they conquered were the first to be thus enslaved, but not the last. The burning mountains of the Fourteen Flames were rich with ore, and the Valyrians hungered for it: copper and tin for the bronze of their weapons and monuments; later iron for the steel of their legendary blades; and always gold and silver to pay for it all.” a world of ice and fire, ancient history: valyria’s children
“The freed slaves parted before her. “Mother,” they called from a hundred throats, a thousand, ten thousand. “Mother,” they sang, their fingers brushing her legs as she flew by. “Mother, mother, mother!”” a storm of swords, daenerys iv
502 notes · View notes