Perhaps the boldest letter [suggesting Aegon's new wife] came from the irrepressible Lady Samantha of Oldtown, who declared that her sister Sansara (of House Tarly) “is spirited and strong, and has read more books than half the maesters in the Citadel” whilst her good-sister Bethany (of House Hightower) was “very beautiful, with smooth soft skin and lustrous hair and the sweetest manner”, though also “lazy and somewhat stupid, truth be told, though some men seem to like that in a wife”. She concluded by suggesting that perhaps King Aegon should marry both of them, “one to rule beside him, as Queen Alysanne did King Jaehaerys, and one to bed and breed”. And in the event that both of them were “found wanting, for whatever obscure reason”, Lady Sam helpfully appended the names of thirty-one other nubile maidens from Houses Hightower, Redwyne, Tarly, Ambrose, Florent, Cobb, Costayne, Beesbury, Varner, and Grimm who might be suitable as queens. (Mushroom adds that her ladyship ended with a cheeky postscript that said, “I know some pretty boys as well, should His Grace be so inclined, but I fear they could not give him heirs”, but none of the other chronicles mention this affrontry, and her ladyship’s letter has been lost.)
Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)
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just a thing for @paramounticebound <3
Of course they had to come into Klingon space, of course Khan had to try and go for some of the toughest damn aliens out there. Maybe Logan aught to smack his commander, throw some sense around that skull if they ever got back to the ship. At this rate, he'd reloaded thrice now: running low on ammo. He insisted on using guns because they were familiar, he knew how they worked. None of this stun business: when he shot, it was to kill.
In the ambush, he'd lost track of Khan in the chaos, trying to lay low only to turn on a dime and shoot one bloody, the thump to the ground and Logan continued on. Two more descended: lined up just so they were felled with one bullet. In the heat of the moment, he decided heading for high ground was best. He couldn't very well do his job in the trenches, and that's where he was, though by whatever grace he wasn't cornered yet. Steeling his nerves, ignoring the sounds around him ricocheting off these concrete walls, Logan made his way through relatively swiftly. Stopped only by a few Klingons too close for comfort. Dodging their massive sword-like weapons wasn't too difficult: while maneuvering with the wall as a springboard, one of them hit the other, and a swift kick to the face had them disoriented enough he could run out of there.
There he is.
Gun in hand, Logan slowed and fired: headshot downing one daring to sneak up behind Khan, and Logan's sprinting again. There's an odd desperation in his gut, festering like an infection, and he doesn't know why. Cut off by another alien, Logan goes to his knees, the momentum keeping him skidding on the ground while Khan fires for him. It goes a little too quiet after that, and Logan's hair on the back of his neck stands on end. The stairs to get to Khan seem twice their usual size, but once he's there, he doesn't rest, doesn't let his eyes settle.
"We have to get out of here." He takes one sparing glance at Khan, the rage evident in his own eyes as something akin to a glow. "Let's keep moving, I don't want to be stationary too long." What is this? Where is it? Logan is antsy, visibly stepping from one foot to the other, eyes darting to every dark crevice and crack, every hidey-hole a sniper might be. They wait too long for his liking, the rest of the crew finally coming to the dais and heading out before he and Khan do, and that's when it hits him.
Two things happen simultaneously: the laser appears on Khan's back, and he hears a muffled Klingon war cry. It's just enough warning.
It's as if the world is rendered in slow motion, black and white shapes and shadows warping his state of mind. His feet can't get him there fast enough but he shoves Khan with all his strength and a yell escapes him from the exertion of it all and the pain lighting up his abdomen. The projectile is so much more powerful than a normal bullet that Logan is flung backwards, lands on the ground until he rolls and collides hard with the wall behind him. Eyes squeeze closed, teeth bared at the pain radiating through him with an unnatural searing heat. Blonde head lolls back against the ground now, hands coming to shield the wound but feeling his own blood trickle over his fingers.
He can't speak, can't find the energy to say anything to Khan and the crew, to get out. Maybe somewhere far off they got him: he recalls seeing flashes of light amid the darkness of the place, maybe they got him. Logan still can't open his eyes, feeling beads of sweat on his brow. Maybe...they left him. As he knew they would cajole Khan into doing: they never liked him anyways.
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okay i guess i enjoyed the season finale for Gen V like, it was fun I think Cate is a cool antagonist, but this series kind of sucked at pacing character arcs and relationship building IMO. I didn't fully buy into Cate and Sam's sudden radicalization?
and I feel like Gen V had barely anything to say that The Boys hadn't already said (usually better)? IDK like i guess it's not trying that hard to be a particularly scathing political satire outside of a few parts, but then that just makes it another superhero show except with gore.
Also I kinda worry about stuff in Gen V being important to the plot of the next season of The Boys to the point where ppl who haven't watched Gen V are going to miss stuff. Like I don't want this to be like how Disney handles their shitty properties.
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Calling for a peace banner, King Aegon’s Hand rode out to treat with them. Three came down from the ridge to meet him. Chief amongst them was Ser Garibald Grey in his dented plate and mail. Pate of Longleaf was with him, the Lionslayer who had cut down Jason Lannister, together with Roddy the Ruin, bearing the scars he had taken at the Fishfeed. “If I strike my banners, do you promise us our lives?” Ser Criston asked the three of them.
“I made my promise to the dead,” Ser Garibald replied. “I told them I would build a sept for them out of traitors’ bones. I don’t have near enough bones yet, so…”
Ser Criston answered, “If there is to be battle here, many of your own will die as well.” The northman Roderick Dustin laughed at these words, saying, “That’s why we come. Winter’s here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand.”
Ser Criston drew his longsword from its scabbard. “As you will it. We can begin here, the four of us. One of me against the three of you. Will that be enough to make a fight of it?”
But Longleaf the Lionslayer said, “I’ll want three more,” and up on the ridge Red Robb Rivers and two of his archers raised their longbows. Three arrows flew across the field, striking Cole in belly, neck, and breast. “I’ll have no songs about how brave you died, Kingmaker,” declared Longleaf. “There’s tens o’ thousands dead on your account.” He was speaking to a corpse.
Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)
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tag dump.
i. ⠀⠀ “⠀no.1 dick grayson liker⠀ : ⠀⠀ ooc.
ii. ⠀⠀ “⠀your strength is in your weakness⠀ : ⠀⠀ character study.
iii. ⠀⠀ “⠀bird’s eye view⠀ : ⠀⠀ musing.
iv. ⠀⠀ “⠀ shepherd of the damned ⠀ : ⠀⠀ promo.
v. ⠀⠀ “⠀you can always learn to fly⠀ : ⠀⠀ inbox.
vi. ⠀⠀ “⠀pretend you’re like a feather⠀ : ⠀⠀ answered.
vii. ⠀⠀ “⠀can’t clip these wings⠀ : ⠀⠀ reply.
viii. ⠀⠀ “⠀master of the trapeze⠀ : ⠀⠀ dash games.
ix. ⠀⠀ “⠀breathing in applause⠀ : ⠀⠀ memes.
x. ⠀⠀ “⠀familiar taste of poison⠀ : ⠀⠀ nsfw.
xi. ⠀⠀ “⠀runaway at heart⠀ : ⠀⠀ headcanons.
xii. ⠀⠀ “⠀the wings of icarus⠀ : ⠀⠀ comic panels.
a. ⠀⠀ “⠀letter to his father⠀ : ⠀⠀ bruce&dick.
b. ⠀⠀ “⠀of bats and birds⠀ : ⠀⠀ bat-siblings.
c. ⠀⠀ “⠀forever and always⠀ : ⠀⠀ donna&dick.
d. ⠀⠀ “⠀you were my robin⠀ : ⠀⠀ damian&dick.
e. ⠀⠀ “⠀arrow’s wing⠀ : ⠀⠀ roy&dick.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.blood-son⠀ : ⠀⠀ robin v.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pistoiet⠀ : ⠀⠀ the black widow.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.taissakingston ⠀ : ⠀⠀ mutant musician / activist.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pennyw0rth ⠀ : ⠀⠀ penny-one.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.daring-archer ⠀ : ⠀⠀ arsenal.
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Since Tumblr is being weird || @hatredcurse
"All I can do with my bones now is play with them. Not that I mind! 206 plus!" She finally started to laugh. "206 plus whatever ones extra we can come up with." Talking instead of eating her food, she was in a good mood around her brother. And there went Tayuya, ruining that mood. Kiyoko had a frown on her face, not a big fan of her hanging around. Hopefully her visit would be quick.
"I wasn't snooping around you had your door cracked open and I just happened to be walking by. Heard someone talking shit and spoke up." Tayuya knew who's voice that was, "I didn't come here for food!" She stood there with her arms crossed, a scowl on her face that seemed to make Kiyoko look away. The teenager had to be careful with her words here, Kimimaro could very well hand her ass to her quickly.
Looking between the two, she saw the mood had soured. "What the hell has you two down?" She wasn't adding two and two in the least.
Kiyoko looked at her plate, she didn't even get to touching her food yet. Looking back up at her brother she laughed nervously, "I'll have more after I finish what you gave me first." She was hoping that Tayuya would leave soon and close the door behind her.
She spoke up softly, "sorry for calling you a banshee." Kiyoko was hoping that maybe, just maybe that the apology would work and Tayuya would GO.
"Dumbass bonehead. Whatever. Don't do it again." There was a shrug before she walked toward the door. "If you're gonna talk shit, make sure your door's closed." And she slammed the door behind herself.
Kiyoko looked up and saw her leaving. It worked? There was a big sigh as she slid down in her seat. That was enough stress in the day for her. Unfortunately that encounter made her appetite go away.
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