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they're getting back together for the good of their son <3
oh that daeron gwayne scene was like pure crystals thru the nose hoemygodddddddd sry this is more compelling than 98% of the things this show has ever done. "ur his little treasure now" the hightowers wont even leave the targaryens their last bastion of originality: family as freudian nightmare fuel
you all need to get hightowercest-pilled like right this second
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A letter arrives. Bad tidings. Anger.
βGet out,β Daeron whispers to the serving boy, who looks up, bewildered. βGet out, now.β The boy understands, scurrying like a mouse as Daeron holds his ground, keeping his hands behind his back. He speaks with his body, says I am not a threat.
There are papers in the air and broken pieces of furniture. Spittle lands on the table, foamy on the lacquer. Ormundβs veins are bulging and there are fissures in his brow. Daeron doesnβt blink, he tries to be still. A statue in a storm. A corpse after a battle. It does not work. He cringes, cowers. He is afraid. He says nothing, doesnβt breathe, prays.
It is not your fault.
There is nothing wrong with you,
So nothing is ever your fault.
If it is not your fault, then it must be mine,
And if it is my fault, then there must be something wrong with me.
Then it is over. Ormund sits in his chair. They do not look at the splinters on the floor. Daeron fights to breathe, Ormund fixes his hair.
βYour uncle Gwayne has sent word.β He carries on speaking but Daeron hears nothing but breath.
βIsββ Daeron almost stops. Ormund is a jealous man and there is still violence in the air. It surprises Daeron, when he speaks again. He must love Gwayne more than he allows himself to remember.
βIs Gwayne coming to Tumbleton?β
Ormund looks at him like a traitor.
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sometimes to escape a relationship you have to chew off a part of yourself. or you can chew off a part of the other person but then you have to carry it with you forever.
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the thing is Cersei could have no scoped that interrogation if she just decided to be catty about it. βOh so itβs suspicious that all three of my kids are blond while Robertβs bastards look like him? Meanwhile Iβve been to your house and FOUR of your kids are improbably ginger and your bastard looks like you but did I barge into your kitchen and accuse your wife of fucking her brother π€¨?β like Ned would have had to back off immediately
Best moment of The Mad King play was when Cersei turned up to scheme and serve cunt, sweeping up bits of cabbage with the hem of her humongous flouncy dress
The stigma of self-inserts is so harmful to the creative process. Relax. Admit it. Everything you make is derivative of yourself, always, no exceptions. You can turn the mirror into tinier and tinier shards or you can make it as big as you want to reflect as much as you want. At the end of the day it's always going to show you inside of it. Pretending otherwise is stupid.
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lets make jokes that dont make sense and are bad
There's a scene in very early 60's Doctor Who where a character falls into a swamp, I think, and they throw not a rag doll, but a card board cut out of the actor. 10/10 they don't make 'em like this no more