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You’re going down into the sewers, and from there to the river. A galley is waiting in the bay. Varys has agents in the Free Cities who will see that you do not lack for funds … but try not to be conspicuous. Cersei will send men after you, I have no doubt. You might do well to take another name.“

"Another name? Oh, certainly. And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I’ll say, ‘No, you have the wrong man, I’m a different dwarf with a hideous facial scar.’” Both Lannisters laughed at the absurdity of it all. Then Jaime went to one knee and kissed him quickly once on each cheek, his lips brushing against the puckered ribbon of scar tissue. – Tyrion XI, A Storm of Swords

Jaime and Tyrion Lannister by Gary Gianni in A Storm of Swords: The Illustrated Edition

#top 10 photos taken before disaster #tyrion lannister #jaime lannister

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One day we shall feast on fish together in the Drowned God’s watery halls.

#aeron greyjoy #urrigon greyjoy

me: does anyone get a kind of a t4t vibe from jon x daenerys?

grrm: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

#maybe the most deranged post ive ever made but if you were me youd understand #asoiaf #happy snowstorm summer. and pride month

actually the one character i act like a deranged rabid 'stan' about is bran. but i resist

#can you all leave him alone. please god #and everyonneeee gets on my nerves about him. at least people who talk about the starklings and jaime though i like the other starklings #and jaime.#its just..either writing him out of his OWN story or pretending he has no relevance #leavr him alone hes just a 9 year old fugitive wizard king!!! fuck you!!!

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Tindi Mar by Santiago Sierra Soler for Vogue US June 2022

#arya..

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Day 28: Parallels with other characters - Leaf the Arya thing

That was not Arya’s voice, nor any child’s. It was a woman’s voice, high and sweet, with a strange music in it like none that he had ever heard and a sadness that he thought might break his heart. Bran squinted, to see her better. It was a girl, but smaller than Arya, her skin dappled like a doe’s beneath a cloak of leaves. Her eyes were queer—large and liquid, gold and green, slitted like a cat’s eyes. No one has eyes like that. Her hair was a tangle of brown and red and gold, autumn colors, with vines and twigs and withered flowers woven through it.

#bran stark #leaf

Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn't be right.