I Want To Read This Fanfic, If Someone Wants To Write It.

I want to read this fanfic, if someone wants to write it.

So if Brienne and Tormund do get together . . .

Imagine them going back to Tarth to tell her father that they’re together. (All of the scandal because Tormund has, like, zero political or social savvy for Westeros courts but, by damn, he thinks Brienne is the greatest.) Selwyn, obviously, would not be too happy about his daughter’s choice of a bedfellow, but Tormund offers to marry her, if that’ll make things square with the uptight southern folk.

And, when it comes down to Brienne inheriting the seat of power from her father. Tormund’s no politician and would bungle his way through this pile of political shit. He’s a simple man and Brienne’s the honest and fair ruler. He’ll just be at her side and support her (because, hey, she’s as fair a Lady as she is a warrior and they still spar in the yards). 

But, imagine the lords and dignitaries and representatives coming to Tarth and they all defer to Tormund because (however begrudgingly) he’s wearing the colors and sigil of the ruling house of Tarth and the Seven Kingdoms are as patriarchal as shit. (Their children, as tall and ginger and badass as they may be, will carry the Tarth name in the Seven Kingdoms to carry on their mother’s legacy.) Now, when all of these noble people automatically defer to Tormund, he just shrugs and laughs and goes, “The fuck do I know about being the lord of a castle? Brienne’s the one who knows this stuff. I’m just here to warm her bed, watch her back, and teach our children how to fight like one of the Free Folk.”

So everyone who comes to Tarth not-too-subtly has to deal with their (internalized or otherwise) sexism, misogyny, and issues with outdated gender roles. 

Oh my God! I'm shameless at this point.

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Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via theliteraryjournals)

My darling Jane. I know this is a quote for Pride and Prejudice, but I think it's about time to read Persuasion and Northanger again.

I'm losing it!

Can't stop looking at pictures of that sexily bearded ginger Kristofer Hivju. I seriously need help

He : pretty

And even a bastard may rise high…