Ahh.
I want to run away.
Far enough.
So no one can find me.
Everything can be left behind.
It'll lift all the possible burdens away.
Its tempting.
Can i do just that?

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Ahh.
I want to run away.
Far enough.
So no one can find me.
Everything can be left behind.
It'll lift all the possible burdens away.
Its tempting.
Can i do just that?
this isnt a show about faithfully telling the events of fire and blood its a show about the intricate psychosexual web that exists between every member of team green and brother that has never been clearer
I like you, but maybe i didn't...
I've never realize that feelings could be unreliable. One moment you where certain as the sun, then another as muddled as the dusk of night. I was betrayed by affirms that it was rewarding-- deceited by novelty that it was worthwhile. Maybe they are... But before every grand mirror there is a fractured version; a reflection that toyed the other; elicit and confined them on a plight of questions.
When i admit i like him, some part of me also whisper "no you didn't". It vexed and concoct like a shed tear on a cold drink. It nulled the vision and even throw oneself onto a bed of isolation. The strength to move and act upon, to bargain oneself in turn for a conclusion-- was mounted by flight of apprehension, or maybe by a phantom of it not being genuine on its claimed post. Yet the delay of confession was also tormenting, even more perhaps the weight of rejection. Against time, it is a burden to carry, a likelihood of regret... so long as one is imprison by the thought of accountability, and the fear of being mislead.
Thinking about how sandor would fall into the trope of being so terrified to hold his child when they're born. He'd watch sansa be a fantastic mother, he'd support her during her labors, he'd rub her hair, hold her hand and let her dig her nails into his skin to try and lessen the pain. And when the baby was born, and Sansa asked him if he wanted to hold it, he would protest, his hands were to big, to calloused, to deadly to hold something so innocent and pure. But she'd insist that he held it, so he'd gingerly take the baby. And he'd be so awkward at first, but once he found his rhythm he'd be such a good father
Clegane
felt bored and made penguin classics style covers for asoiaf books
An ode to tall, dark, and masculine
I do not like pretty, skinny boys. I like tall men with meat on their bones and plenty of scars. I like large, imperfect noses and deep eye wrinkles that accompany wolfish grins. I like dark hair and dark eyes that whisper dangerous secrets. I like beards that tickle and rasp against my skin. I like it when my breasts fit perfectly into the furry indent of a solar plexus and the necessity of being lifted off my feet to be kissed properly. I like the feeling of being surrounded and engulfed, held captive by long fuzzy arms and legs. I like feeling protected and loved and knowing that the same hands that touch me so tenderly can also wound to keep me safe.
I am a woman of primitive needs. I should have been born in a cave.
Is that you, Sansa?
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Sandor Clegane's burns would not be easy to forget, once you saw them. He couldn't hide the scars behind a helm, either; not so long as the helm was made in the shape of a snarling dog. -- Arya X, ASOS
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Side Note To Fan Fic Authors
Hereâs the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. Â A lot. Â From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Â Features and pilots. Â Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that Iâve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. Â Itâs more inspired. Â Itâs more compelling. Â Itâs genre bending and creative and heartfelt. Â Itâs well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. Â Itâs smart and thoughtful and good. Â Itâs novel-quality. Â Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I donât want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And itâs not even a fan fic authorâs day job.  This is what they do on the side.  In their spare time.  For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, youâre good.  Youâre good writers and great storytellers.  I know it doesnât always feel like it, especially if youâre one of the authors whoâs not a BNF and doesnât get the notes/hits that a few do.  And  because some people still view fic as ânot real writing.â You guys know the shit that gets made into movies.  Youâre better than that.  So be better than that.  If writing is what you think want to do, then just know youâre already doing it.  Youâve already started.
And youâre more talented than you might think.
brienne of tarth is such an important character in asoiaf. she carries so much of the thematic weight of the books, especially her affc arc. every time i see someone calling asoiaf âgrimdarkâ and âcynicalâ i just think they donât know about brienne of tarth. they donât know about i am coming for you lady sansa. be not afraid. i shall not rest until iâve found you. they donât know about she had no chance against seven, she knew. no chance, and no choice. wow. their lives must be so sad and empty
A single arc has both the broken men monologue and "No chance and no choice" and a portion of the fandom calls it "boring". It's the opposite of boring; it's some of the most morally engaging material in the series
Reblogging again because I got an anon last week whining cause they did this to one of my unfinished series and the bot killed Y/N so now they want ME to give them a happy ending. Like. No. Suffer, bitch.
AI is the death of creativity. Anyone who does this to my stories and is stupid enough to brag about it will be blocked from ever reading my work again, AND I'll let everyone on tumblr know that you do this. We'll see how much fic you get to enjoy when every author blocks you forever.
Fic is a gift. I've said it before. Don't shit all over your lovingly handcrafted gifts, m'kay? This should be fucking obvious, but apparently for some of you it's not.
I donât understand why people who cannot accept any moral grayness or complexity decide to join fandoms for the most emotionally complex stories and then try to shame everyone there who actually is able to understand the material.
eventually you realize you donât want to die. you just donât want to live the life youâre living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.
no one needs to add âsounds fake but okâ, ânoâ, âwell, not meâ, âimpossibleâ, etc. to this post. and iâd rather you not.
one day you think: I want to die.
and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book.
and I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun
I want a cleaner kitchen
I want a better job
I want to live somewhere else
I want to live
i love reading about the same couple falling in love over and over in different scenarios and universes. quite endearing to be honest.
FYI, when it comes to fictional ships, âhealthyâ is just a pretentious way of saying âboringâ.
Sometimes the only thing you could do to those who's experiencing life at their lowest. Was perhaps ignore them, pretend you don't know each other. Cause not all times people wanted to be saved and helped. Sometimes its the feeling of being ignored that brings much peace and relief than the view of one's lending hand that only fills them with self pity