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I just finished reading Requiem by Lauren Oliver and I feel like this was only“Part 1” of the last book in the trilogy


I honestly saw this as a way of George telling D&D to fuck themselves


Here’s the thing that often happens with women in Westeros: they’re built up to be images, not people. GRRM even makes it easy for us by giving the trifecta of feminine ideals in religious iconographic form: the Mother, the Crone and Maiden and it seems to me, that the ladies who bring out the most vitriol in fandom (in other words, not the Briennes, not the Aryas, not the Ashas) are the ones who are trying to - or forced to - occupy roles of perfect “womanhood”. 

These women are constantly dictated to on how they should look, how they should behave. Fandom seems to always forget that Sansa Stark doesn’t hitch a wagon ride to King’s Landing to land her golden prince, no, she’s engaged to Joffrey by her family and her enthusiasm to marry him is partly natural, but it’s also partly knowing her place, it’s knowing that she’s expected to be excited at the prospect of marriage, excited at the prospect of being a wife and Queen and trying to fulfil those social expectations. Similarly, Margaery Tyrell presumably doesn’t want to seduce her brother’s lover away from him but she goes along with the Baratheon marriage and she has to sleep with Renly one way or another, because it’s what society demands, that the he has to have an heir and it’s her job as the good, dutiful wife to provide him with one. 

So yeah, these women go ahead and accept social convention and then guess what, they get punished for it. Sansa spends her youth trying to be the perfect “maiden” (which involves yes, a great deal of superficiality because femininity, as a construct, is conditional upon appearance) and then is condemned for it within the books - censured as a shallow, vapid girl by the Lannisters or worse still, has her looks used against her when men come pawing. Similarly, Cersei doesn’t want to sleep with the Kettleblacks (not that there would be anything wrong if she had) but she does it, because she knows in their eyes - in society’s eyes - the only real power she can wield is of a sexual brand. And when she does, when she gives in to what she’s been told all her life, that her body is the only part of her that matters and so she better use it, society punishes her for the very thing they leave her with no other option to do. The slut-shaming is already in the fucking text. We as readers aren’t supposed to look at it and think, “Hey, that’s right, Sansa really does lead all these dudes on.” No, we’re not supposed to be that obtuse or that superficial in our reading, we’re supposed to look and go, “Hey, these women are being constantly screwed over by the social structures they live in and that’s a darn shame.” Why does that need to be spelled out for you, fandom? 

film meme: seven directors [2/7] Wes Anderson

Natalie Dormer at the Game of Thrones Panel (x)

Pedro Pascal tasting the first “Valar Morghulis” beer. (x)

Tyrion Lannister Appreciation: [Day 4] Favorite Quote I must do my part for the honor of my house, wouldn’t you agree? But how? Well, my brother has his sword and I have my mind. And a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. That’s why I read so much, Jon Snow.

Cersei Lannister ± badass

(requested by anonymous.)

Anonymous said:
Cersei - Druxy (if you're still accepting prompts)


Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.

Cersei could remember when he was just a boy, just a sweet little infant and he would cry until she held in him in her arms. His golden hair shone like the sun, and by the time he turned one his green eyes matched her own. There had never been a child that was more perfect than her little Joffrey, of that she was certain. He was perfect and he was all hers. She had refused to use a wet nurse, oh how Jaime had sulked, but she didn’t care. When she was holding him in her arms as she fed him, the contented look on his face made it all worthwhile. Her precious little Joffrey. Her sweet little victory. Her son. Hers and hers alone, there was not a trace of Robert in the boy. 

“You will grow up strong, and noble and fierce.” she whispered to him. “You will be just like your father.” Jaime. He will be like Jaime. Strong. Protective. A good king. Better than Robert could ever dream of being. And she would teach him, teach him everything that matters. How family always came first, how he had to be strong, how to rule. And he will do better by his wife than Robert has done by me. I’ll teach him. I’ll show him how to be a lion. 

Cersei was still a young when she first dreamed of her son becoming king. She had forgotten how her dreams of kings never turned out the way she had hoped. 


Cersei could remember how small and fragile he had looked after Robert had smacked him. Half his face was mottled purple purple and blue from the bruise. The skin had broken across his cheekbone but maester Pycelle assured her he would live. He was sleeping now, milk of the poppy had gentled his tears and taken his pain so he could rest. She hadn’t left his bedside, not even at Jaime’s urging. 

“I’ll kill him for this.” Cersei said. Her hands closed tight around Joffrey’s. They were still so little. Tears brimmed along her lashes and she could feel Jaime close his arms around her, pulling her to his chest for comfort. “He almost killed him, our boy, our sweet boy.” 

Her brother stroked her hair and brushed her kisses away. “He’ll live Cersei. He’ll grow strong. He’s fine.” he promised. 

Cersei buried her face in her brother’s shoulder as he whispered reassuring murmurs to her. She took the comfort, but vowed to herself she would kill Robert if he ever touched her son again. 

Joffrey is just a curious boy, and so eager to please that brute. My poor darling prince. You will grow strong. And brave. You will be a good king, and good man, just like your father. 


She loved him, and gods above she tried so hard to teach him to be a good king, but as she stared at the welt on Sansa Stark’s face she knew he had grown up to be just like his father. Too late had she remembered that father was Robert.

Why did you stop looking for Benjen? (x)

oh you sweet summer child
surely D&D when Arianne Martell reminded them that nobody can’t rob her of her birthright (via mykingdomforagrave)

I figured I’d better write the book rather than the episode. (x)


Game of Thrones Season 4 bloopers [x]

“He never stole that, Tommen is…”
“… younger than you, surely?”
“I am older by a year.”
“That means the Iron Throne by rights is yours”

How many #GoT actors can @ijustine fit in one #ComicCon selfie? We know how to have fun #SDCC #ETnow

How many #GoT actors can @ijustine fit in one #ComicCon selfie? We know how to have fun #SDCC #ETnow