He Will Bring A Rose For You, Her Father Had Promised Her, But A Rose Was No Good, A Rose Would Not Keep

“He will bring a rose for you,” her father had promised her, but a rose was no good, a rose would not keep her safe.

based from this post.

"my lady of tarth doesn't want the likes of you scum gaping at her tits" after jaime was staring at her tits is so crazy

level 1 fantasy author: what if you could fuck your clone lol?

miyazaki and grrm: your clone ceases to be an exact copy of you a second after it enters existence. the subjective nature of consciousness means that a different experience of reality is created. a unique history inevitably results in a different person with their own memory and desires. you and your clone would immediately be separated by the vast, lonely distances of individual consciousness. and even if you were to merge again, you would not find the comfort of yourself but the horror of being known by another. holding your hammer before the ring of life, the same strike would express contradictory yearnings for rebirth and stagnation

also miyazaki and grrm: just to be clear, in this scenario you're still fucking your clone, you're both getting divorces to do it, you're making clone babies, you're making your clone bark like a dog,

Great Red Dragon, Woman Clothed With Sun

Stavrouakis' work has always meant so much to me, I collect his publishing as I can. I wanted to share some of his depictions of Greek Jews and our clothing, especially the ones I haven't seen shared online.

i only have sex when it allows me to further engage with the text in a nuanced and complex manner