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Szilveszter Makó, Armour of Couture, Vogue Hong Kong 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤.
“The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.”
“No nightmares”
Gentle Mother, font of mercy, save our sons from war, we pray, stay the swords and stay the arrows, let them know a better day.
Wounded warrior unconscious, worried birdie weeping night and day.
twitter / Kofi
He cupped her under the jaw, raising her chin, his fingers pinching her painfully. “I never got my song.”
“I … I know a song about Florian and Jonquil.”
Sandor Clegane snorted. “Pretty thing, and such a bad liar.“
ASoIaF/GoT: Gravedigger by MannaKana
As far as I am concerned, in the REAL version of the series (books!) Sandor Clegane is currently at the Quiet Isle, burying the dead as part of his own path to redemption. (Yes I buy into this theory, NOT the atrocious “ending” of the show.)
found and cleaned up an old Sansa doodle for u all
Farewell my giant.
Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was s c r a t c h y against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.
“There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many sorts of birds.”
—
Septon Meribald, in his “Broken Men” speech about Sandor Clegane.
MANY
SORTS
OF
BIRDS.
OUTLAWS AND BIRDS.
(via the-littlest-birdd)
He is a dog, just as he says. A half-wild, mean-tempered dog that bites any hand that tries to pet him, and yet will savage any man who tries to hurt his masters.
Sansa my brave girl 🐺
GRRM is asked about Sansa misremembering the name of Joffrey's sword
George R.R Martin: The Lion's Paw / Lion's Tooth business, on the other hand, is intentional. A small touch of the unreliable narrator. I was trying to establish that the memories of my viewpoint characters are not infallible. Sansa is simply remembering it wrong. A very minor thing (you are the only one to catch it to date), but it was meant to set the stage for a much more important lapse in memory. You will see, in A STORM OF SWORDS and later volumes, that Sansa remembers the Hound kissing her the night he came to her bedroom... but if you look at the scene, he never does. That will eventually mean something, but just now it's a subtle touch, something most of the readers may not even pick up on.
Turn your antisocial hound into a domesticated lapdog with one simple trick. (1). Be Sansa Stark.
𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙
I’d Walk Through the Flames For You by K-i-e-r-a