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inlovewithquotes · 9 months
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"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
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spacegay-archetype · 3 months
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There’s something so personal to me about Jaime defending both Brienne AND Loras Tyrell’s honor in a Feast for Crows.
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jeyneofpoole · 7 months
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george gives his hardest battles (making it through a storm of swords on a reread) to his most valiant warriors (girls on tumblr obsessed with theon greyjoy)
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mami-archives · 9 days
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17.4.2024
Woke up early in the morning and went for a 10 min walk and reading A Feast For Crows while doing so.
My bf came by for lunch but i wasn't in the mood to eat, he ate but i kept myself to tea. This headache is getting the best of me and its really hard to focus.
Read AFFC again in the evening and finally finishing The Big Bang Theory for the nth time ( i don't know how many times i've rewatched this show)
35days left for my exam and decided to sincerely start from tomorrow that means I have 4days each for a subject and another 2 spare days for emergencies / or other things.
Will post my productivity challenge and things to do from tomorrow. Planning to start with Modern History.
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atopvisenyashill · 4 months
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arya: if there’s so much i must be can i still just be me the way i am?
sansa: can i trust in my own heart or am i just one part of some big plan?
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kellyvela · 5 months
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GRRM: THE WOLVES ARE THE GOOD GUYS
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"The original [German] covers for A Song of Ice and Fire were not covers commissioned, they did not hire an artist to read the book and paint the cover, somebody went into the basement where they had a big box and fantasy art lying around and said "Oh here's a guy with a sword let's put that on the cover" and you know... I think the most infamous one is a cover where there's a big bare chested viking kind of guy with an axe and he's killing wolves! He is fighting wolves! Well, of course the wolves are in my books are good guys they're protecting the Stark children... What is this? Where did they get this cover? SO YEAH... we do better now" —G. R. R. Martin Interview about his Pen and Paper Roleplaying Times
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alaynasansa · 1 year
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Sansa Stark having a type:
Renly Baratheon
He was the handsomest man Sansa had ever set eyes upon ; tall and powerfully made, with jet-black hair that fell to his shoulders and framed a clean-shaven face, and laughing green eyes to match his armor
Sansa I — A Game of Thrones
Loras Tyrell
He even looked a true hero, so slim and beautiful, with golden roses around his slender waist and his rich brown hair tumbling down into his eyes
Sansa III — A Game of Thrones
Wed to Ser Loras,oh... Sansa's breath caught in her throat. She remembered Ser Loras in his sparkling sapphire armor, tossing her a rose. Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck
Sansa I — A Storm of Swords
Margaery Tyrell
She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful
Sansa I — A Storm of Swords
When Margaery Tyrell smiled, she looked very like her brother Loras
Sansa I — A Storm of Swords
Ellaria Sand
As they were crossing the yard, Prince Oberyn of Dorne fell in beside them, his black-haired paramour on his arm. Sansa glanced at the woman curiously. She was baseborn and unwed, and had borne two bastard daughters for the prince, but she did not fear to look even the queen in the eye. Shae had told her that this Ellaria worshipped some Lysene love goddess. "She was almost a whore when he found her, m'lady," her maid confided, "and now she's near a princess." Sansa had never been this close to the Dornishwoman before. She is not truly beautiful, she thought, but something about her draws the eye
Sansa IV — A Storm of Swords
Waymar Royce
Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife
Prologue — A Game of Thrones
She had fallen wildly in love with Ser Waymar, she remembered dimly
Alayne I — A Feast For Crows
Myranda Royce
Myranda was soft-bodied and sweet-smelling, broad of hip, thick of waist, and extremely buxom. Her thick chestnut curls framed round red cheeks, a small mouth, and a pair of lively brown eyes
Alayne II — A Feast For Crows
Mya Stone
Slim and sinewy, Mya looked as tough as the old riding leathers she wore beneath her silvery ringmail shirt. Her hair was black as a raven's wing, so short and shaggy that Alayne suspected that she cut it with a dagger. Mya's eyes were her best feature, big and blue. She could be pretty, if she would dress up like a girl
Alayne II — A Feast For Crows
Candidates (the endgame I want and the one I think will be canon, plus they aren't too old):
Jeyne Poole
She was a pretty, dark-haired girl of Sansa's own age
Sansa III — A Game of Thrones
Jon Snow
Jon's eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast
Bran I — A Game of Thrones
And the most important thing:
Beric Dondarrion was handsome enough, but he was awfully old, almost twenty-two
Sansa III — A Game of Thrones
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ilynpilled · 1 year
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“He was perfectly sincere. Jaime Lannister had never been afraid of death.”
- Jaime I, ASoS
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emprcaesar · 3 months
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visenyaism · 1 year
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how about euron failed bloodraven student
in terms of single-sentence impact “when i was a boy I dreamt that I could fly” knocked me clear into next week i was FLOORED. Anyways i 100% believe this one. i don’t necessarily think it HAS to be true for me to find euron’s arc compelling but i LOVE the theory.
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takemetodragonstone · 7 months
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what is the most devastating line you’ve ever read and why is it when maester aemon says, “I dreamed that I was old” in a feast for crows by george rr martin
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inlovewithquotes · 9 months
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"Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and suffering grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright. Those who come to drink from the black cup are looking for their angels. If they are afraid, the candle soothe them. When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?"
Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. "I don't smell anything."
-A Feast For Crows
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francy-sketches · 1 year
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Sometimes I think about how ser pounce has different lore in the books vs the show and then I'm like. Damn ok plate of corn moment
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fromtheseventhhell · 7 months
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can I join in on the Jamie slander? because the way fandom lives up jamie’s ass has always annoyed me so much. people literally have more empathy for him than they have for dany and Arya it’s ridiculous and transparently misogynistic. the way fandom always sees Jamie as the victim of evil cersei who just needs the love of a good woman (usually Brienne but I’ve even seen him shipped with sansa) like last time I checked cersei didn’t force him to push a CHILD out of a window he did that of his own free will. jamie is a horrible person and if grrm lets him live to the end of the series I will be genuinely pissed. the number of people who think Jamie is on a “redemption arc” is ridiculous. also they think he has a redemption arc but also believe he’s the valonqar so how does that work? Jamie is going to redeem himself, kill cersei through into partner violence, and then marry Brienne and live happily ever after??? 🤮🤢🤮
Jamie slander is always welcome over here 🙏🏾
I think this summarizes my issues with Jaime's character; it's not so much how he's written, I do think his character is interesting, but the way he's treated by fandom is insufferable. Male characters are always given more sympathy and grace than female characters and it's frustrating to see the difference in how he (and other male characters) is treated vs. Dany, Arya, Cat, Cersei, Brienne, Asha, Sansa, etc. Every bad thing he's ever done is twisted to become a result of Cersei "manipulating" him and she gets demonized, when she really deserves the sympathy that he gets. His "redemption arc" is a joke and I'm convinced the only reason people think he has one is because they've personally forgiven his actions 🥴
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tgrlwtfr · 1 year
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she’s too old and too ginger and the outline is three different brushes but I love her none the less
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fireismine · 2 years
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ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022
Day 4: Favourite Quotes (about or by Arya)
"Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa … Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me." - Arya II, A Game of Thrones
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In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. "Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed. For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan." "You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." "The wolf blood." Arya remembered now. "I'll be as strong as Robb. I said I would." She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. - Arya X, A Clash of Kings
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In the black of night she rose again, donned the clothes she'd worn from Westeros, and buckled on her swordbelt. Needle hung from one hip, her dagger from the other. With her floppy hat on her head, her fingerless gloves tucked into her belt, and her silver fork in one hand, she went stealing up the steps. There is no place here for Arya of House Stark, she was thinking. Arya's place was Winterfell, only Winterfell was gone. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. She had no pack, though. They had killed her pack, Ser Ilyn and Ser Meryn and the queen, and when she tried to make a new one all of them ran off, Hot Pie and Gendry and Yoren and Lommy Greenhands, even Harwin, who had been her father's man. She shoved through the doors, out into the night. - Arya II, A Feast for Crows
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