Porcelain | Ivory | Steel

there was a fic i read months ago and it was a maekar x oc but i don’t remember if it was reader or not? but anyway all i remember is her being a servant of some sort at summerhall and at one point he summons her while he’s in the bath and they fuck in the bath and literally the ONLY detail i recall is him taking her virginity with one thrust and no warning and being like “there. it’s done. you’re mine, now.”

one person was insisting that arthur dayne, gerold hightower, and oswell whent were traitors for remaining at the tower of joy instead of going back to king’s landing to defend the king ??? like they genuinely just could not wrap their head around the concept of ‘following orders’ and kept circling back to say that ‘helping prince rhaegar kidnap and imprison a teenager wasn’t their job’ and they should have fucked off back to king’s landing because ‘guarding the king was more important given the circumstances’.

just watched a 40 minute video from a guy claiming to have read the asoiaf books about akotsk

and he claimed there are no gods in GRRMs universe

which is just fucking wrong!

thoros of myr and melisandre ascribe their sorcery to r’hllor because they are believers. magic proves magic, it does not prove divinity. there is much magic that goes on in that world and we lack the information to determine whether the magic comes from the divine, or if the divine were invented by people to explain the magic they could wield.

after all, even in our own world people once invented gods to explain thunder and lightning.

“princess rhaenyra was a different matter. daemon spent long hours in her company, enthralling her with tales of his journeys and battles. he gave her pearls and silks and books and a jade tiara said once to have belonged to the empress of leng, read poems to her, dined with her, hawked with her, sailed with her, entertained her by making mock of the greens at court, the “lickspittles” fawning over queen alicent and her children. he praised her beauty, declaring her to be the fairest maid in all the seven kingdoms. ” — fire & blood

pic 2: what my husband sent back 30 seconds later

This is when Duncan won Baelor.

When Baelor asks, how good of a knight are you, this is a question he ends up asking himself too. How good of a knight Baelor himself is. Protection the innocent is one of the oaths knights take, and Duncan had proven how good he was, now it was baelor's turn.

When Baelor says he could have gotten away with hitting aerion because he's a prince, Duncan reminds him he's a knight and all knights make the same oath.

There’s a simple delight there—a brightness in his mismatched eyes where they meet Raymun’s from under the cracked visor of his borrowed helm. It’s the expression of a loving older brother that has definitely bragged about this before, to their parents and other brothers, to nobles in a tourney’s royal box, to sparring knights in several training yards, to soldiers around a campfire after a day of fighting a war. My brother is strong. An inarguable truth, personally experienced; an honest smile to accompany the out-of-pocket boast. Countless memories of reveling in their ability to meet one another physically, to harm as much as to hold. To leave wounds and scars, to manhandle one another. The fun that comes with it, and the joy of being moved so literally—the deep pleasure of having a brother like Maekar, who can move him.