audariuss
audariuss
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audariuss · 1 year ago
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so sad that people got sick of "doomed by the narrative" and decided it was cringe, because fate and free will in fiction has been a major interest of mine for like eight years, but alas so it goes. anything that gets popular is destined to become reviled in short order. it's like some sort of unstoppable, uncompassionate, avaricious cycle of rising and falling and rising again. like whatever happens, no matter the intentions, it will always result in the same tragic ending. you could almost say it was d
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audariuss · 1 year ago
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“The story is already over. In a few moments, it will freeze into a marble past. Like these statues in this garden in stone. Like this hotel with its now empty rooms.”
Last Year at Marienbad (1961) dir. Alain Resnais
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audariuss · 1 year ago
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ALICENT HIGHTOWER AVERSION TO THE COLOR GREEN
solo character board on Pinterest: selenessology
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audariuss · 1 year ago
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having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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you want it darker - leonard cohen, house of the dragon s1e2: the rogue prince
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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Lady as the priest’s favourite sacrificial lamb - so docile and sweet and I hold very still when they put the rope around my neck
Bran I - AGOT // Wolf in the Moonlight by Fredric Remington - 1909 // unknown// Sansa I - AGOT // unknown // Sansa I - AGOT // Eddard III - AGOT// A Dead Wolf by Jan Fyt // Eddard III - AGOT // The Sacrificial Lamb by Josefa de Ódibos - 1684
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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maybe i am the only one who feels this way but there's something so iphigenia about aegon's coronation walk. like you are walking to your doom and you know it but there is nothing you can do about and it's your parent that has done this to you. they are both the sacrificial lambs to their parent's ambitions and the ambitions of those around them but they know there is no other choice so they accept the thing they dread so much.
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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on helaena targaryen and dreams.
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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House of the Dragon | Ash, Tracy K. Smith (x)
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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He doesn't care, Rome. He doesn't even fucking notice.
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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princess jaehaera targaryen, daughter of king aegon ii targaryen and queen helaena targaryen. the princess was born tiny and slow to grow. she did not cry or smile or act as babies normally do. her lack of emotion continued as she grew older. after the death of her twin brother jaehaerys, jaehaera was spirited out of the city, along with her father, king aegon.
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audariuss · 2 years ago
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you poor thing
sweet mourning lamb
there’s nothing you can do
it’s already been done
Ptolomea, Ethel Cain.
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