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- hozier albums [3/3]: “Unreal Unearth” (2023)

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The Hunger Games: Catching Fire dir. Francis Lawrence | 2013

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"We had a good thing."

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LANNISTER APPRECIATION WEEK

Day Two → Pre-ASOIAF: Events - the destruction of House Reyne of Castamere by Tywin Lannister during the Reyne-Tarbeck revolt.

House Reyne was obliterated after they rebelled against their liege lord, Tytos Lannister. To restore Lannister dominance, Tytos’s eldest son and heir, Ser Tywin Lannister, marched against the Lord of Castamere, Roger Reyne. By the end of the rebellion, Castamere had been flooded and all members of House Reyne killed.

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cast for house lannister in the lion’s roar

jeremy irons as tytos lannister

rebecca ferguson as jeyne marbrand

peter eggers as tywin lannister

tamzin merchant as joanna lannister

celina sinden as cersei lannister

bradley james as jaime lannister

jamie campbell bower as kevan lannister

amanda seyfried & annabelle wallis as beth lannister

sarah bolger as victaria tyrell

caitlin stasey & janet montgomery as lynora lannister

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"The singers sang of Jeyne, who had blossomed from a plain-faced girl into a great beauty."

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CLUELESS (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

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Thomas Cromwell + Marlinspike Wolf Hall | Episode 2 'Entirely Beloved'

Look. "I am a giant... My name is Marlinspike. Grrrr!"

+bonus: Wolsey with Marlinspike

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Gregory Cromwell and Thomas Cromwell in The Tudors (2007-2010) | season three, episode eight

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Charlie Rowe as Gregory Cromwell Wolf Hall: The Mirror and The Light | Episode one 'Wreckage'

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Lady Mary Fitzroy née Howard, Duchess of Richmond and Somerset as portrayed by Viola Prettejohn

Mary was the daughter of Thomas Howard, Duke of Norfolk and Elizabeth Stafford. Through her mother, she was the granddaughter of Edward The Duke of Buckingham who fell from grace in 1521 as part of an unveiled plot to kill the King and overthrow him. Mary's paternal great-grandmother was Katherine Woodville making her a distant cousin to the King whose grandmother Elizabeth Woodville was the sister of. Through her father Thomas, she was the first cousin of Anne Boleyn and Kathryn Howard, second and fifth wives of Henry VIII, making her a second cousin to Anne's daughter Elizabeth the future Elizabeth I. Mary was the wife of Henry Fitzroy, the only acknowledged child of Henry VIII outside of his marriages. Through her marriage, she became the Duchess of Richmond and Somerset and the daughter-in-law of the King. In July 1536 her husband died. Mary did not marry a second time, however, it is claimed that after Kathryn Howard's execution, her elder brother Henry, Earl of Surrey suggested that she should seduce the King with the aim to become his sixth consort which she vehemently opposed and did not go along with. Later, the King approved a possible marriage to Thomas Seymour, the brother of his late wife Jane and the uncle of Edward, The Prince of Wales; this was strongly opposed by herself and her brother Henry, the Earl of Surrey (her proposed groom later married the King's widow). Her brother Henry was to be known as the last victim of her once father-in-law's reign. Mary survived Henry VIII's reign and lived into the reign of Mary I, her once sister-in-law.

(BBC’s Wolf Hall: The Mirror and the Light)

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Kate Woodville's brown gown in 1x05

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The Dragon and the DeLorean -AU/Crossover/Crackship (Back To The Future/GoT Crossover)

Marty McFly, a name synonymous with time-traveling audacity and teenage rebellion, found himself adrift in a sea of existential ennui. The future he'd glimpsed, the one he’d desperately tried to sculpt into perfection, felt… hollow. Hill Valley was quaint, comfortable, but undeniably predictable. His band, The Pinheads, were playing well-attended but ultimately uninspired gigs at Lou's Cafe. Even his relationship with Jennifer, once the anchor of his chaotic life, felt more like habit than burning passion. He was thirty-something, successful in a mundane way, and profoundly bored.

One rainy Tuesday, wrenching at the perpetually temperamental DeLorean in his garage, Doc Brown, his eyes gleaming with manic energy, appeared. He was babbling about temporal anomalies, unstable wormholes, and the dire need for Marty's… unique perspective.

"Marty, listen carefully! I've detected a significant temporal distortion, a ripple unlike anything I've ever encountered! It requires… finesse. Your finesse!" Doc thrust a complex-looking device into Marty's hand. "This temporal transponder will anchor you. Whatever you do, Marty, don't lose it! And try not to drastically alter the timeline… again."

Before Marty could protest, Doc had programmed the DeLorean. The dashboard flickered, the flux capacitor hummed, and with a jarring lurch, Marty was hurtling through the space-time continuum.

He landed with a bone-jarring thud in a landscape starkly different from anything he’d ever imagined. The air was hot, thick with the scent of dust and something unfamiliar, something metallic and faintly reptilian. Gone were the familiar streets of Hill Valley, replaced by a vast, desolate wasteland under a blazing sun. In the distance, atop a jagged cliff, stood a city unlike any he'd seen in a history book, hewn from the very rock itself, its towers glinting like dragon scales.

He cautiously emerged from the DeLorean, the temporal transponder clutched tightly in his hand. He felt vulnerable, exposed. This was no 1955 sock hop or 1885 saloon. This was… alien.

He hadn't been there for more than a few hours when he found himself captured by a group of hardened warriors. He was bound, blindfolded, and dragged through the city, the sounds of a foreign tongue swirling around him. He feared the worst.

Then, the blindfold was ripped away.

He blinked, adjusting to the dim light. He was in a large chamber, the walls adorned with tapestries depicting fearsome dragons. On a raised platform sat a woman of breathtaking beauty. Her silver-blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her violet eyes held an ancient wisdom, a fierce determination. She was surrounded by loyal guards and advisors.

This was Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons.

Marty, initially terrified, was captivated. He told her his story, a fantastical tale of time travel and a scientist named Doc Brown. She listened intently, her expression unreadable. Initially skeptical, she soon saw something in Marty's eyes, an honesty, a naivete that disarmed her. She saw the potential for good in him, a spirit untainted by the ruthless politics of Westeros.

Daenerys, weary of war and the endless cycle of violence, found solace in Marty's presence. He was a breath of fresh air, a reminder of a world beyond dragons and warring houses. He, in turn, was drawn to her strength, her unwavering belief in a better world, her vulnerability hidden beneath a queenly facade.

Their connection deepened. He taught her about music, pop culture, and the wonders of a world without feudal systems. She shared her history, her pain, and her dreams. It was a whirlwind romance, fueled by shared vulnerability and the sheer improbability of their meeting. They were two lost souls, finding solace in each other across vast oceans of time and circumstance.

Then, Daenerys discovered she was pregnant.

The news sent ripples of shock and uncertainty through her court. A child born of a time traveler? What kind of destiny awaited such a being? Daenerys, however, was resolute. This child was a gift, a symbol of hope in a world consumed by darkness.

Marty was overjoyed, terrified, and utterly unprepared. He was a time-traveling guitarist, not a father in medieval Westeros. Yet, he embraced his role, determined to protect Daenerys and his unborn child.

He stayed with Daenerys for months, supporting her through her pregnancy. He learned to speak bits of High Valyrian, even managing to strum a few rudimentary tunes on a lute he cobbled together. He was, in many ways, happier than he had ever been.

But the temporal distortion that brought him there was unstable. Doc Brown, after frantic calculations, finally managed to pinpoint the origin of the anomaly. He contacted Marty through the temporal transponder, his voice crackling with urgency.

"Marty, you have to come back! The timelines are collapsing! I can stabilize the situation, but you need to be here!"

Marty was torn. He couldn't abandon Daenerys, not now. But he also knew the consequences of disrupting the timeline. He made a difficult decision. He told Daenerys he had to leave, that his world needed him. He promised he would return.

He never did.

He jumped back into the DeLorean, leaving a piece of his heart behind. He arrived back in Hill Valley, shaken and changed. He tried to explain what happened to Doc, but the details got lost in the scientific explanations. The temporal anomaly was contained, the timelines were restored. But Marty was never the same.

He carried the memory of Daenerys, the weight of his broken promise, and the knowledge that he had a child he would likely never see. He tried to move on, to rebuild his life. He married Jennifer, had a family, and settled into the familiar rhythm of suburban life. But the ache of what he left behind never truly faded.

Years passed. Marty, now in his late fifties, was invited to a time travel convention in Switzerland. He was a reluctant celebrity, his adventures a well-worn, almost mythical tale. He mostly kept to himself, signing autographs with a weary smile.

One evening, while wandering through the convention hall, he saw her.

A young woman, tall and striking, with silver-blonde hair and piercing violet eyes. She was dressed in modern clothing, but there was something about her, an air of command, a regal bearing that resonated deep within Marty's soul.

He approached her hesitantly. "Excuse me," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Have we… met before?"

She turned to him, her gaze intense. "Perhaps, in another time, another place," she said, her voice carrying a faint, almost imperceptible accent. She paused, studying him intently. "My name is Noelle."

The name struck him like a lightning bolt. Noelle. A name he had never heard mentioned, never even considered.

"Noelle," he repeated, the name tasting foreign and familiar on his tongue. "It's… a beautiful name."

She smiled, a knowing, almost melancholic smile. "It means 'Christmas' in French. My mother always loved the snow."

Marty's heart pounded in his chest. He knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that this woman was his daughter. Daenerys' daughter.

He struggled to find the words to express the emotions that surged through him. "How… how did you get here?" he finally managed to stammer.

Noelle's eyes hardened, a flicker of dragon fire burning within them. "I have my ways," she said, her voice low. "Let's just say I inherited my mother's… stubbornness and a thirst for knowledge that led me to those who could help me find you."

She paused, studying him with a mixture of resentment and curiosity. "Tell me about her," she demanded. "Tell me about Daenerys Targaryen."

Marty, overwhelmed but filled with a profound sense of longing, began to tell her the story. He spoke of the wasteland, the city carved from rock, the dragons soaring through the sky. He spoke of Daenerys, her strength, her compassion, her unwavering belief in a better world. He spoke of their love, their brief but intense connection.

As he spoke, Noelle listened intently, her eyes gleaming with tears. She had heard stories of her mother, whispers of a queen who rode dragons and fought for freedom. But to hear it from someone who had known her, who had loved her… it was more than she could have ever imagined.

For hours, they talked. He told her about his life, about the choices he made, the regrets he carried. She told him about her life, about growing up in Westeros, about the war, the loss, and the legacy she carried.

By the end of the night, a tentative bond had formed between them. A bond forged in time travel, dragon fire, and the enduring power of love.

Marty knew that their journey was just beginning. He had a daughter to get to know, a world of secrets to uncover, and a lifetime of amends to make. He had a past to reconcile, and a future to build. But for the first time in a long time, Marty McFly felt a flicker of hope, a sense of purpose that had been missing from his life.

He had found his dragon's daughter, and he was ready to face whatever the future held. Because even across time, even across worlds, the bonds of family, forged in love and loss, could never truly be broken.

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TITANIC 1997 | dir. James Cameron