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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Return of the King (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

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Secreto De Amor

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If you don't hear from me, don't be scared.

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Faramir in courtly dress. I based it mainly on Byzantine fashion but also partly on (very related) Medieval Arabic fashion. Gondor is very explicitly Byzantine inspired after all.

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FIRST step to enjoying any media is getting attached to the character whose suicidal tendencies are the most obvious

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ELIA MARTELL ☼ ☾ LYANNA STARK

“The ʻhaunting the narrativeʼ trope involves a past character, event, or presence that continues to shape the present story. Whether through memory, trauma, or supernatural means, this presence must significantly impact the current plot or characters’ arcs, influencing their actions, emotions, or development. It's not just background—it actively echoes through the narrative.”

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- I can hear you. Don’t worry. I’m right here. 

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1 woke knight vs westeros

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jaime and brienne canonically being the two bozos sitting on the fact that there is a nuke under KL. omg they should call the westerosi explosive disposal unit instead of yearning for 40 pages

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the apple trend with Jon & Sansa for the soul 😔

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Doomed siblings 😟😟😟

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Babe, I’m dying dealing with finals over here, so if you could pop out a quickie about Nedcat that would be great. This prompt though: He grabs her chin.

Thank you for your service.

okay so this is very short, but I really wanted to do something for you to help with your finals!! Best of luck, I hope you ace them <3

here’s some early marriage nedcat for you!

“You have something on your face, my lady” was the first thing Ned said when she was off her horse.

Catelyn had not expected him to meet her in the yard after her short ride, but could not deny she was glad for it. There was a small satisfaction whenever he sought her out, whenever he came to be with her.

“Do I?”

“On your cheek.”

He pointed to his own cheek, showing her where she had something.

Catelyn swept her hand over her right cheek, hoping to remove whatever it was. She couldn’t feel anything, it had to be very small.

“Is it gone?” she then asked.

“No. Let me remove it for you.”

Before she had time to say anything he had stepped closer to her, so close she was within his reach. When he raised a hand she felt how her cheeks heated and on instinct she turned her face downwards.

At times she found that it was hard to look at him because when she did she was overcome with with feelings, though she did not know what those feelings were. Merely that there was something growing in her chest and it made itself known every now and then. She could never predict when. Sometimes she could meet his gaze without it happening and sometimes he entered the room and she felt the need to sit down.

“You needn’t do that, my lord” she said. “It’s not necessary.”

“Nonsense, it will be quick.”

Her cheeks must have grown an even deeper shade of red when he gently grabbed her jaw to make her look up at him. His eyes were fixed on the thing on his cheek he was removing, though she found herself unable to look away from them.

Ned had beautiful eyes. They were so much more expressive than the rest of him, once one became aware of that he was an open book.

Catelyn didn’t breathe and could hear nothing but her heart beating as if she had performed a very exhausting task. Yet she was completely still. Took in every second of his fingers brushing over her skin.

“There you go” he said, his voice soft.

Even as he let go of her she remained with her face turned slightly upwards. She felt as if though she was burning up. The flames were coming from someplace inside her.

Still her face felt cold in the absence of his warm hand. The air had not felt so cold before. At the same time it was so unbearably warm she would have liked to wear lighter clothes. She had not been so warm before either.

“Thank you” she managed to get out. “My lord.”

Ned would be the end of her if he was to keep doing things like that.

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Joffrey was justified in executing Ned because it means I don't have to read any Ned povs after he's dead

Fake cognitive dissonance fan. Me personally I like doomed, delusional, lapdog, sitcom wife, loyal to a worldview that never existed, compassionate, clueless, came back wrong from the tower of joy and has been stuck there ever since, repressed, cyclical thinking, truly principled, dead Ned. No accounting for taste because those last few chapters were he’s barely hinged to reality and fever dreaming and About To Say It like the repressed is getting irrepressible is some of the most electrifying stuff in that book to me.

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sansa🎀

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The object of the game is to checkmate the opponent’s King by placing it under threat of capture which cannot be avoided.

edited version now

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Arya Stark Appreciation Week: Day 4 -  Foreshadowing

“The Lannisters are proud,” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.”

“The woman is important too!” Arya protested. Jon chuckled. “Perhaps you should do the same thing, little sister. Wed Tully to Stark in your arms.”

“A wolf with a fish in its mouth?” It made her laugh.  - Arya, AGoT

She splashed noisily through the shallows and threw herself into the deeper water, her legs churning. The current was strong but she was stronger. She swam, following her nose. The river smells were rich and wet, but those were not the smells that pulled her. She paddled after the sharp red whisper of cold blood, the sweet cloying stench of death. She chased them as she had often chased a red deer through the trees, and in the end she ran them down, and her jaw closed around a pale white arm. She shook it to make it move, but there was only death and blood in her mouth. By now she was tiring, and it was all she could do to pull the body back to shore. As she dragged it up the muddy bank, one of her little brothers came prowling, his tongue lolling from his mouth. She had to snarl to drive him off, or else he would have fed. Only then did she stop to shake the water from her fur. The white thing lay facedown in the mud, her dead flesh wrinkled and pale, cold blood trickling from her throat. Rise, she thought. Rise and eat and run with us.  - Arya, ASoS

I think it’s pretty obvious by now that Arya will meet up with Lady Stoneheart and I believe she will give mercy to her mother.

I highly recommend reading this post by @gendrie that explores the important relationship between Arya and Catelyn