🇦🇷 Coronada De Gloria 🇦🇷

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dominación guaraní

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Nunca pensé que me encontraría a JUAN CARLOS BATMAN en tumblr

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The Cannibals: Alyssa Targaryen, daughter of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, claiming the Cannibal at six-and-ten (to everyone’s dismay.)

The world has not known peace since.

Art by the wonderful, amazing, talented @palluniskillas , who I would die for

"I want to eat the world raw," Alyssa said in High Valyrian, "I want to savor the blood of those who would chain me," she approached slowly, bloody hands held out in front of her, "I want to bask in the freedom of the open sky and explore the world that has been denied to me."

The Cannibal smelled the blood of the sheep mixing with her determination and desperation and narrows its eyes at her for a second before it allows her to climb on.

(Alyssa the Dauntless, chapter 2).

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The moment you were also waiting for: Viserys meeting Alyssa’s twins.

Talisa and Baelon Targaryen Maegyr, our favorite feral hatchlings:

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In the words of our national anthem

HEAR THE SOUND OF BROKEN CHAINS AND SEE NOBLE LIBERTY ENTHRONED

VAMOS ARGENTINA CARAJOOOO

🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

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to quote our anthem once more:

MAY OUR LAURELS BE ETERNAL AND LET US LIVE CROWNED IN GLORY!!!!

GO CRY TO YOUR KING AND GIVE BACK THE MALVINAS, PIRATES!!!

VAMOS ARGENTINA CARAJOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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El humilde estado en el que me encuentro:

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In the words of our national anthem

HEAR THE SOUND OF BROKEN CHAINS AND SEE NOBLE LIBERTY ENTHRONED

VAMOS ARGENTINA CARAJOOOO

🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

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UN MINUTO DE SILENCIOOO PARA SUIZA QUE ESTÁ MUERTOOO

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NO ELEGÍ NACER EN ARGENTINA - TUVE EL PRIVILEGIO

A LLORAR A SUS PAÍSES

ARGENTINA VS INGLATERRA OTRA VEZ

A 40 AÑOS DE LA MANO DE DIOS

Y YA LO VEEEE Y YA LO VEEEEE, EL QUE NO SALTA ES UN INGLEEEEEES

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don’t talk to me until your laureles sean eternos and you are coronados de gloria.

July 9th 1816: the United Provinces of the Rio de la Plata declare themselves independent from the Spanish crown.

en fin, viva la patria.

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Reblog del 2026

STILL CROWNED IN GLORY AND OUR LAURELES ARE ETERNAL!!!!

Si Argentina gana el mundial otra vez, quiero a todos en el Obelisco listos para pisotear a Milei, Adorni, y todo su grupo de cipayos mientras cantamos “muchaaaaaaachoooooos”.

AL GRAN PUEBLO ARGENTINO SALUUUUD

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You almost lost me but I’m alive

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SOOOOOOOY ARGENTINOOOOOO,

ES UN SUFRIMIENTO

NO PUEDO PARAAAAAAAR

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Ser argentino resumido en una frase:

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Viserys and his Greens arrive in Dragonstone and face the reality of their own insignificance. They are not respected, they are not trusted, and they will not be obeyed.

Wonderful sketches provided by @feignedsobriquet

Aenar, Gaemon and Visenya seeing their grandsire for the first time and having to hide their disgust:

Daemon playing the world’s smallest violin for his brother because he invaded their home with his greedy snakes and scared his son:

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We continue with the first meeting everyone wanted: VISERYS FINALLY SEES ARTHUR AND FINDS OUT AEMMA HAD A SON

Reaction perfectly captured once more by the lovely and talented @feignedsobriquet :

And because one should never leave me alone with the medieval picrew: have a little Arthur.

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Viserys and his Greens arrive in Dragonstone and face the reality of their own insignificance. They are not respected, they are not trusted, and they will not be obeyed.

Wonderful sketches provided by @feignedsobriquet

Aenar, Gaemon and Visenya seeing their grandsire for the first time and having to hide their disgust:

Daemon playing the world’s smallest violin for his brother because he invaded their home with his greedy snakes and scared his son:

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Marcus gazes upon his daughter and he thinks back to the day Bellona placed her in his arms. She was a small babe but her cries rang throughout the camp like a war horn and she would only be soothed by her father's voice, bouncing from side to side as he went through different strategies. His friend and Captain of his armies, Quintus, always laughed when he told of how the feared Marcus Acacius discussed invasion plans with the other commanders with a baby girl strapped to his chest - of how he would take every one of her babbles as if it was an excellent question and jump to another point to answer it.

(“sic semper tyrannis” on AO3, featuring Marcus Acacius being the best father in all of Rome and his unhinged demigod daughter)

(Art by the amazing and incredible @palluniskillas - who I would give my life for)

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Marcus Acacius, with worry lines on his face and weary eyes and battle-sharp reflexes, woke quickly at the noise of his door opening and but softened at the sight of his daughter. "Bad dream, my darling?" She couldn't answer, instead nodding silently and clutching the rag doll to her chest like a shield. He threw off the covers and knelt in front of her, gathering her in his arms with her head resting on his shoulder. "You have nothing to fear, I'm right here." He cooed, his hand cradling her head and pressing kisses to her hair. "You are safe with me."

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In honor of Father’s Day, we salute our favorite Roman dad, Marcus Acacius

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Brand new work in The Dauntless and The Dance is up!

Introducing: the Hatchlings!

Bonus drawing by the great @feignedsobriquet : Ser Steffon RUNNING out of King’s Landing and running over Ser Criston in the process

And as always, thanks to @visenyaisthebest for putting up with my ramblings and teasers, and all of you for reading and liking and commenting 🖤

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Chapter 2 is up!

We see what Alicent is thinking and what they know

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Brand new work in The Dauntless and The Dance is up!

Introducing: the Hatchlings!

Bonus drawing by the great @feignedsobriquet : Ser Steffon RUNNING out of King’s Landing and running over Ser Criston in the process

And as always, thanks to @visenyaisthebest for putting up with my ramblings and teasers, and all of you for reading and liking and commenting 🖤

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Here comes the pedantic Literature major-

A movie adaptation of The Yellow Wallpaper (assuming they are all still talking about the short story by Charlotte Perkins-Gilman) would HAVE to be fucking AMAZINGLY WELL-DONE in an era where Nightbitch and Tully and Die, my love and other films centering around motherhood as an isolating and dehumanizing experience already exist.

Not that it can’t be done, but that it should be done really well and have women in every part of the process. (The only man I trust near this adaptation is Guillermo Del Toro, and even then he should be a producer at most.)

The Yellow Wallpaper is inspired by the REAL LIFE “treatments” that were prescribed to women in the late XIXth century for post-partum depression (“the baby blues”). It is supposed to make you feel like you the reader are crawling up the wall with boredom and lethargy.

The baby? Not fucking important. It really isn’t. The readers are told nothing about it except that the husband’s sister is helping take care of it. It should only appear by distant wails and shadows. Nothing else.

The husband? A condescending doctor who thinks he knows best. He better not be made to look attractive. No Tom Hiddleston in Crimson Peake. He should give the same energy as the “Nice” Commanders in the Handmaid’s Tale.

The NURSERY the protagonist is locked in has BARS on the window. The set designers better put their entire soul on that set. Search for the ugliest shade of yellow in the world. Add some “child” decorations that really convey that this woman is trapped in a room meant for CHILDREN - the alphabet, little animals, nursery rhymes. Make the window bars shadows fall on the protagonist. Make it obvious so even the dumbest person realizes there is no way for her to “get up and leave”. Have fun with the “stains” on the wall.