ICE & FIRE.

❛ I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary. ❜

❛ Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them. ❜

❛ In the end, we’ll all become stories. ❜

❛ I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead. ❜

❛ If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you’d be doomed. You’d be ruined as God. ❜

❛ If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. ❜

❛ Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results. ❜

❛ Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been. ❜

❛ Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? ❜

❛ We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly. ❜

❛ If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon? ❜

❛ You fit into me like a hook into an eye. ❜

❛ Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened. ❜

❛ Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. ❜

❛ Women have curious ways of hurting someone else. ❜

❛ This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons. ❜

❛ Get rid of death. Make it be spring. ❜

❛ You are innocent as a bathtub full of bullets. ❜

❛ I am the space you desecrate as you pass through. ❜

❛ Favour me and give me riches, destroy my enemies. Save me from death. ❜

❛ She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. ❜

❛ Isn’t the moon warm enough for you, why do you need the blanket of another body? ❜

❛ This is a torch song. Touch me and you’ll burn. ❜

❛ If you look long enough eventually you will see me. ❜

❛ I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head. ❜

❛ I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief. ❜

❛ But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling. ❜

❛ How else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? ❜

❛ What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question. ❜

❛ The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you. ❜

❛ Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. ❜

❛ Women get consumed. ❜

❛ Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them. ❜

❛ A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort. ❜

❛ Safer to be feared than loved. ❜

❛ I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence. ❜

❛ It’s impossible to compete with the dead. I wish I could stop trying. ❜

❛ I always feel sad for the girl that I was. ❜

❛ Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes. ❜

❛ How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Anything could happen. ❜

❛ See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was. ❜

❛ Sometimes I think I won’t ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. ❜

❛ To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting. ❜

❛ I’m here. I don’t usually feel that I am. ❜

❛ I’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ What if you hurt because it feels so good? ❜

❛ How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow. ❜

❛ Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can’t stop them? You can’t do anything, you just have to wait? ❜

❛ Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own. ❜

❛ Everyone has their own version of a memory. ❜

❛ Isn’t a smile a girl’s best weapon? ❜

❛ My sense of weightlessness, I think, comes from the fact that I know so little about my past. ❜

❛ Do what I want; I might like you. ❜

❛ I feel sorry for Persephone because even when she’s back with the living, people are afraid of her because of where’s she’s been. ❜

❛ She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. ❜

❛ The sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. ❜

❛ It infects you. It ruined me. ❜

❛ Your health is not a debt you just cancel. The body collects. ❜

when margaery ascends as queen of the reach after the long night, she renews the golden peace of garth goldenhand and dawns her own golden reign.

her identity as a lesbian is widely accepted within her own court, and is otherwise unspoken knowledge throughout the other sovereign kingdoms, thus the reach springing into a quiet haven for all sorts of “deviance” from westeros’ post-conquer operations.

lavender weddings, in which gay men and gay women wed one another for domestic, political and financial safety while resuming their private relationships, are permitted under margaery’s new rites: many people from westeros to essos travel to the reach in search of gay liberation, and much of the nobledom there — and particularly margaery’s closest confidants — are all products of such arrangements.

due to the commonplace of lavender weddings (and thus, the lack of births) in her kingdom, she enacts the custom of adoption or permanent housing in place of wedding night consummation. with nation-wide collaboration, the reach becomes a massive network of supplemented orphanages and shelters for anyone displaced during the five kings war and the battle for the dawn. newly weds are neither required or expected to deliver heirs, but are instead encouraged to offer homes to orphans or lowborn children and their mothers and siblings; claims to land, titles and the like are no longer innately hereditary, but instead can be afforded to anyone to establish equal opportunities and abolish the toxicity of the class system that her own father had contributed to.