Don’t Play It Safe

What if a castle ate blood and it was so good at it that it also ate time and warped the narrative around itself so that everything starts and ends there. What if it was a living ruin with blood in the walls and burnt-out towers that scream in the wind. What if the staging place and slaughter house in every major westerosi land war remembered it was this. What if a castle was perfectly ordinary and its “curse” was just that it so happened to do to feudal lords what those lords do to peasants.

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pure passion for this movie has overtaken me, so here is some art with an aggressive amount of symbolism, to mitski of course 🙂‍↕️

"... if these gay yearning little bottom eyes didn't have a big sexy russian to feast upon, my performance wouldn't be as good..."

sign of the times

Ryland Grace you are so dear to me

grace rocky bonding

Silly edit I did yesterday

Phm doodle requests from twt

I love this movie so much

The beach is always changing. You could go to the same spot every day, you're always looking at a different beach.

hail mary, full of--