Fun Facts:

Fun Facts:

You can like both Daenerys and Sansa

You can like both Arya and Sansa

You can like both Alicent and Rhaenyra

Many people actually like both characters in these pairings

Someone liking the Dany/Arya/Rhaenyra/Cersei grouping doesn’t mean that they’re a pick me

Someone liking the Sansa/Alicent/Helaena/Elia grouping doesn’t make them a raging misogynist

Stop pitting women against each other

I thought we all agreed that S8 of GOT doesn’t exist, why are we still doing this stupid Sansa vs. Dany stuff five years later (seriously - kids born during the airing of the final season are entering kindergarten this fall. This has been going on too long).

Can we all just be civil to each other when S2 of HOTD airs and not call each other rape apologists, cheer for the deaths of innocent children, or essentially write fanfiction about the other side’s fans? Please?

the theme of dreamfyre for herself and her riders is simply that you cannot outfly rot and that even a dragon cannot save women from westerosi gender violence and i think about her name and the hundreds of thousands of miles she flew with rhaena searching and searching for home and daughters and meaning and the years spent stabled in the dragonpit as helaena was consumed by her grief and solitude and then her eventual death madly trying to break free of her bonds as the pit was stormed, crashing into the great stone dome, and being crushed to death along with her attackers. a grounded dragon, killed by her own escape from something as mundane as humans and rock

Dress

Roberto Cavalli, 2007

The Victoria & Albert Collection

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these are the most important lines in the series to me when i’m talking about the themes and the ending specifically this is what plays in my mind on repeat

Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.” He lifted his sword high over his head, defiant. His hands trembled from the weight of it, or perhaps from the cold. Yet in that moment, Will thought, he was a boy no longer, but a man of the Night's Watch.

"The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends," Ser Jorah told her. “It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." He gave a shrug. "They never are."

He had pledged himself to marry a daughter of Walder Frey, but she saw his true bride plain before her now: the sword he had laid on the table.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

"Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" he heard his own voice saying, small and far away. And his father's voice replied to him. "That is the only time a man can be brave."

“My people,” Edmure answered. “They were afraid.”

She could not tell the highborn from the low. Naked, they were only children. All innocent, all vulnerable, all deserving of long life, love, protection. 'There is your realm,' she told her son and heir, 'remember them, in everything you do.

“What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought. He could have died.

She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me."

Despair made him shout. "ARE THERE NO TRUE KNIGHTS AMONG YOU?" Only silence answered.

hear me out: ashara x elia tangled au