tabloid trashbag

it's the over-dick around thing. i over-dicked it.

[lyannamormonts]

this hellsite won’t even let me view MY OWN POSTS bc somewhere something has been flagged, even tho i have no flagged posts to review, and i ??????????

also  hello apparently i also don’t have an icon any more????  

but i do still, in fact, exist.  except not since i can’t see my things. >.<

[fairytaleasoldastime]

[klargreeves]

The ‘LOKI‘ TV series will reportedly follow Tom Hiddleston‘s Loki appearing during certain moments in human history as a unlikely influencer on historical events.

Romans: ceasar is such a dick

Loki: stab him idk

Romans: you know what

[capetian]

“this is loki and welcome to jackass” *burns down the library of alexandria*

[chaos-is-a-laddah]

Tag yourself I’m Call-Me-Petyr

[lyannamormonts]

King of the trashes obvs.

[sorenisbby]

if anyone’s looking for me I’ll just be crying in a corner

[number1mongrel]

i can’t believe the russos were so pissed off about agent carter being cancelled that they decided to make a whole movie to fix it

[thelegendofclarke]

The Legends of the Battle of Winterfell

Just think about how, amidst all the sorrow and loss and suffering of the Battle of Winterfell, so many new songs and stories were born that night. Legends that rose from the ashes and the rubble, that will go down in Westerosi history and that every child will know, just like the tales of Bran the Builder and Nymeria of Ny Sar and Aemon the Dragon Night…

Lyanna Mormont, the Giant Slayer. The last of the brave and bold and beautiful She-Bears of Bear Island. Who asked no one’s permission and would let no man fight for her. Who never ran and hid, who refused to sit idly by, who always answered the call. Who was fearless in the face of fear itself. Who lived a legacy and died a legend. The smallest of small who slain the tallest of all. And though she be but little, she was fierce.

Theon Greyjoy, the Ironborn. The Kraken who climbed out of the darkness of the depths of the sea to bid a brave farewell to the land he called home. The man who lived long enough to see himself become a villain, but decided he would write the ending of his own story, and die a hero instead. Who gave his life to protect a boy that was his brother in every thing but name. A good man who is gone but whose memory will go on forever, what is dead my never die.

Jorah Mormont, the Andal. The Prodigal Son, who returned home with the wind at his back and fire in his heart. Who defended his beloved queen with his very last breath. He was lost until she found him and he would be lost with out her. He was the strength in her heart as she was the light in his darkness, and he would never lose her again. Here we stand had been his words in another life time when he was another man. But it was here, in the lands of winter, that he made his last stand. Here he bravely stood and fought until he could stand no longer.

Eddison Tollet, the Last Lord Commander Crow. He was watcher on The Wall, a shield that guarded the realms of men. Who would bear no sons and have no wives, but would have a band of black brothers instead. The fearless leader of the most unlikely of heroes. Who died as he told his friend to get up and fight and LIVE. Who never gave up, never stopped, never retreated, never wavered. Who never left a brother behind.

Ser Brienne the Brave and Ser Jaime the Lionheart, the Most Honorable Knights of the Seven Kingdoms. The disgrace of a daughter and the man who unmade kings. Who were perhaps the unlikeliest of partners, but were a perfect pair all the same. Two halves of the same sword, who danced their deadly dance with an even deadlier foe. Who stood and fought by each others’ sides through the Long Night, and who’s love lived to see another dawn.

And finally…

Arya Stark, Azor Ahai, the Princess That Was Promised, the Bringer of Light, and the Queen of the Dawn. The water dancer who was swift as a dear and silent as a shadow. The girl who was once No One and that saved everyone. The woman who destroyed the enemy no man could kill. The she wolf of Winterfell who saved the world. The Alpha who protected her home and her family, the pack that was fierce and terrible and hers. The sister who risked it all in a moment of insane courage and pure love to save her baby brother. Who ended the long night with a swipe of her knife, and brought the new dawn. Who looked Death straight in the eye and told him “Not Today.”

[asoiafwomenzine]

THE WOMEN ARE THE STRONG ONES, TRULY.

With the final season upon us, we’re introducing a potential fanart zine celebrating the fascinating cast of ladies featured in A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones! This franchise isn’t especially well known for its respectful portrayal of female characters, facing criticism over unnecessarily sexual and violent treatment of women in canon. This zine aims to reclaim these controversial narratives through fanworks that empower our favorite women through both charity and artistry ⚔

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[lyannamormonts]

Jon took a knee. The king frowned at him, and rattled the parchment angrily. “Rise. Tell me, who is Lyanna Mormont?” “One of Lady Maege’s daughters, Sire. The youngest. She was named for my lord father’s sister.” “To curry your lord father’s favor, I don’t doubt. I know how that game is played. How old is this wretched girl child?” Jon had to think a moment. “Ten. Or near enough to make no matter. Might I know how she has offended Your Grace?” Stannis read from the letter. “ ‘Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.’ A girl of ten, you say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king.”

- A Dance With Dragons (George R.R. Martin)

[thestraggletag]

Drogon mourning with Dany over Jorah was so amazing. Obviously it’s mostly that he feels his mother’s pain and seeks to comfort her but you cannot tell me Drogon did not feel for Jorah too. Jorah was literally the one other constant in his life, there since birth, the man who protected him and his mother. Whose scent he knew like no other, who sometimes carried him across the Red Waste.

So Drogon, in my opinion, was saying goodbye to a man who was an important part of his life.

[lyannamormonts]

(and I'll hold in these hands all that remains)

The blood rinses off Maege’s hands with ease and she watches it mix with the cold water of the stream, the deep color quickly diluted and then gone all together, just like the man it came from. She has never gotten particular pleasure from killing, though like any warrior, she is not immune to battlelust after a kill. This time is different. This time, she revels in the memory of the mutineer falling before her, surprised that such a stout woman could swing a large mace with such skill. The sound of the blunt weapon thwacking into his stomach, then against his skull, brings a smile to her lips. When her hands are clean, she wipes them on her skirts, then takes the burlap sack that holds her brother’s bones. Or what’s left of them. Carefully, Maege brings out the smaller pieces of Jeor and rinses them off in the water of his homeland, in the same stream where he once taught her to fish. There was more than a decade between them, and they’d had their disagreements, but she’d never stopped loving him. He was gruff, surly, always with a remark about the uncivilized way she behaved or the manner in which she raised her girls, but he was also simply Jeor, who raised her when their parents died, who showed her how to fight, who entrusted her with Jorah when he took the Black. Bittersweet tears fall as Maege sets each newly cleaned bone onto a fresh piece of linen. Finally, she takes her brother’s skull in her hands and washes it reverentially. When she is finished, Maege takes Jeor’s remains into the longhall. With Alysane to assist her, she wraps each bone in linen before putting them all into a wooden box. On the lid is a carving of a fierce black bear. She takes it to the great mantle, where the box will sit with the remains of lords past. On one side of Jeor sits the bones of their father. On the other side is a small box, not nearly as big as the others, nor with any sort of carving, containing what is left of her nephew, Jorah. Dacey’s bones are elsewhere, not in public. She was not a lord, only an heir, and would not have wanted such a display on her behalf, anyway. How many others will I outlive? Maege wonders. The Lady of Bear Island cannot dwell on such sorrowful thoughts for too long, though. There is too much to be done. She has battles to lead, a holdfast to defend. And so Maege washes the memories away, like so much blood in the stream, and goes back to her other duties.

[lyannamormonts]

YO, REMEMBER FOUR SEASONS AGO WHEN JEOR DIED AND I WROTE THIS FIC BECAUSE I’M LITERALLY SATAN? WELL I HAD FORGOTTEN SO NOW BE SAD WITH ME SOME MORE.  

[lyannamormonts]

Fire and blood, Daenerys told the swaying grass.

[lyannamormonts]

I sure do! That’s from A Clash of Kings, during the description of the Battle at Oxcross.  Technically, I think she stole them from Lannister bannermen in the Westerlands, but that’s pretty much the same as stealing from Tywin.

Her men wanted to hear more of Robb’s victory at Oxcross, and Rivers obliged.  "There’s a singer come to Riverrun, calls himself Rymund the Rhymer, he’s made a song of the fight. Doubtless you’ll hear it sung tonight, my lady. ‘Wolf in the Night,’ this Rymund calls it.“ He went on to tell how the remnants of Ser Stafford’s host had fallen back on Lannisport. Without siege engines there was no way to storm Casterly Rock, so the Young Wolf was paying the Lannisters back in kind for the devastation they’d inflicted on the riverlands.  Lords Karstark and Glover were raiding along the coast.  Lady Mormont had captured thousands of cattle and was driving them back toward Riverrun, while the Greatjon had seized the gold mines at Castamere, Nunn’s Deep, and the Pendric Hills.  Ser Wendel laughed.  "Nothing’s more like to bring a Lannister running than a threat to his gold.”

Chapter 39, A Clash of Kings

[lyannamormonts]

“And I tell you truly, Daenerys, there is no man in the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.”

~ Ser Jorah Mormont, A Storm of Swords, GRRM

(graphic by me ~ thisisbearcountry)

[lyannamormonts]

Lady Arya should have a female companion as well. Take Alysane Mormont.

- Stannis Baratheon, The Winds of Winter (via lyannamormonts)

REMEMBER WHEN THIS EXCERPT CAME OUT 8 YEARS AGO AND I ORIGINALLY HAD TO PUT IT UNDER A SPOILER CUT BC WE ALL THOUGHT IT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA GET PUBLISHED ANY TIME EVER.

[lyannamormonts]

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SAME.

[lyannamormonts]

she’s no proper lady, that one, but i always loved her.

(or, eulogy for a Wretched Girl Child.)

i can’t stop thinking about Lyanna Mormont and how alone she was.  but she never wavered, never questioned her commitment to her house, to her people, and to the north.

the unyielding, unrelenting north.  

bear island itself is further north than even what the other northerners are used to.  

as jorah tells dany in a clash of kings: 

“Aside from a few crofters, my people live along the coasts and fish the seas. The island lies far to the north, and our winters are more terrible than you can imagine, Khaleesi.”

there are heated walls at winterfell. bear island, however, is situated in the middle of the bay of ice, with the frozen shore to the direct north.  it’s treacherously cold and harsh and dangerous.  in addition to the constant threat of an icy death, there are the iron islanders to contend with.

from a dance with dragons: 

“Asha smiled back. “Mormont women are all fighters too.” The other woman’s smile faded. “What we are is what you made us. On Bear Island every child learns to fear krakens rising from the sea.”

yet the mormont women have thrived for generations.  they’re westeros’ only completely matriarchal society, the only socially accepted women warriors.  

from a storm of swords: 

“Dacey Mormont looked up at the sky.  “I would sooner have water raining down on me than arrows.” 

Catelyn smiled, despite herself.  “You are braver than I am, I fear. Are all your Bear Island women such warriors?”

“She bears, aye,” said Lady Maege.  “We have needed to be.”  

this is where Lyanna was raised.  these are the women who raised her.  they are all gone. she has no one.  her mother, her four sisters and the uncle (jeor) that she probably never knew are dead. she finally meets the cousin who royally fucked over her house  (hi jorah, luv u) - and it’s bittersweet and touching, but Jorah isn’t the Lord of Bear Island any more.  and i’d argue that he never was, in his heart (that’s another post for another day.)  if he had been, he wouldn’t have chosen Lynesse Hightower over his house and his people.  similarly, his father ultimately chose the Night’s Watch over House Mormont, over Bear Island (yes his reasons were not ignoble like Jorah’s, but he still arguably fled to the Wall rather than continue his rightful rule.)  

it’s the women who have ruled bear island, the women who, at the end of the day, are the ones left behind and who remain steadfast.  

so we have Lyanna, 10-12 yr old Lyanna. who like her sister dacey, was probably “given a morningstar when other girls were given dolls.”  who like her sister alysane “learned to fear krakens rising from the sea.”  who like her mother, maege, was a warrior because she needed to be. 

she. was. a child.  

she didn’t have to fight.  she could have been sitting somewhere safely, waiting for it all to be over.  yet this is all she has ever known.  

the unyielding, unrelenting north.

it took her mother and her sisters.  to sit somewhere safely, to flee instead of fight?  that would mean that maege, dacey, alysane, lyra, and jorelle died in vain.  that would mean that her whole life, everything she has ever been taught, would be meaningless.  

lyanna is the one who declared (to stannis, one of the most formidable men in westeros, without fear or hesitation) that the north knew no king but the king in the north, even after king robb was dead.  

the north fucking remembers.  lyanna mormont remembers.  

she’s the one who remains.  the Lady of Bear Island.  its future and its hope.  but even she understands that if the battle for winterfell is lost, there is no Bear Island.  there is no north left if they fail.

and so she fights.  alone, but unafraid.

for her mother and sisters.  for bear island’s survival.  for the north’s survival.  

the unyielding, unrelenting north.  

yet here she is to meet the coldest, most nightmarish depths of what the north has wrought.

here she stands.