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When he legitimately just wanted you to run things by a senior resident or attending before you killed someone, and only yelled at you after you intentionally lied to him about what happened
The Last Vigil of the Hound, Beholding a Vision of Lady Sansa Stark
"You would have pitied him as well, if you had seen him at the end. I came upon him by the Trident, drawn by his cries of pain. He begged me for the gift of mercy, but I am sworn not to kill again. Instead, I bathed his fevered brow with river water, and gave him wine to drink and a poultice for his wound, but my efforts were too little and too late. The Hound died there, in my arms." - Brienne VI, AFFC
A hound and a little bird
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Sansa at a crossroads.
Ser Loras Tyrell presents a rose to Sansa Stark, by Jonathan Burton, for The Folio Society’s illustrated collector’s edition of A Game of Thrones
Ser Loras was the youngest son of Mace Tyrell, the Lord of Highgarden and Warden of the South. At sixteen, he was the youngest rider on the field, yet he had unhorsed three knights of the Kingsguard that morning in his first three jousts. Sansa had never seen anyone so beautiful. His plate was intricately fashioned and enameled as a bouquet of a thousand different flowers, and his snow-white stallion was draped in a blanket of red and white roses. After each victory, Ser Loras would remove his helm and ride slowly round the fence, and finally pluck a single white rose from the blanket and toss it to some fair maiden in the crowd. His last match of the day was against the younger Royce. Ser Robar’s ancestral runes proved small protection as Ser Loras split his shield and drove him from his saddle to crash with an awful clangor in the dirt. Robar lay moaning as the victor made his circuit of the field. Finally they called for a litter and carried him off to his tent, dazed and unmoving. Sansa never saw it. Her eyes were only for Ser Loras. When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst. To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off. When Sansa finally looked up, a man was standing over her, staring. He was short, with a pointed beard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father. “You must be one of her daughters,” he said to her. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. “You have the Tully look.” –A Game of Thrones, Sansa II
In light of the ceasefire agreement, Gaza needs resources now more than ever, and you absolutely should continue donating. Here are some important campaigns:
1. Gaza Funds - provide direct support
Find vetted fundraisers for Gaza here
2. Life for Gaza - rebuild vital infrastructure
Life For GazaDrinking Water, Waste Collection, Debris Removal, and Sanitation Services for the Residents of Gaza City - Gaza Municipality
3. Crips for eSims for Gaza - keep Gaza connected
Crips for eSims for Gaza is a collaboration between Jane Shi, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, and Alice Wong.
4. The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's Fund - provide medical support for children
This Fund is dedicated to the children of Gaza: providing medical attention to the children who need it the most, helping to rebuild & relie
some SanSan off a Rogelio de Egusquiza's study
Ok so, I'm a bit stupid and decided to paint this slightly blasphemous version of that disturbing encounter between Sansa and The Hound during the Battle of the Blackwater.
(I basically ripped off an annunciation I saw in Urbino) (yes that green stuff is supposed to be wildfire, it looks like a bunch of plants).
Here's the print!
George R.R. Martin - A STORM OF SWORDS, Arya XIII
"It was these calamities that transformed my people into slavers," Galazza Galare had told her, at the Temple of the Graces. And I am the calamity that will change these slavers back into people, Dany had sworn to herself. - Daenerys, ADWD
Again, don't forget that Gaza is under siege and has been for 17 years.
So when we say 97,000 are injured in Gaza, understand this number with the fact that no medicine, not even bandages, are allowed into Gaza and no patient, even cancer patients, are allowed out of Gaza for treatment.
Tell me how Israel's genocidal intent isn't as clear as day.
Israeli snipers shot journalist Fadi Alwahidi in the neck today. Another journalist, Ali Alattar, was hit in the head yesterday with shrapnel when Israel struck Al Aqsa hospital. Both of their conditions are deteriorating rapidly and doctors can't do anything.
There are currently calls to evacuate Ali and Fadi urgently for treatment. Imagine pressuring an entity so that critically injured journalists can be airlifted.
Just remember that these are only two stories out of tens of thousands others, many of whom have already succumbed to their injuries and might've never even been counted as casualties of this genocide.
The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared.
A girl and her hound
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 IV, A CLASH OF KINGS by George R. R. Martin
Isolda Dychauk as Sansa Stark
Yuri Chursin as Sandor Clegane