ANYA TAYLOR-JOY As Olga Of The Birch ForestTHE NORTHMAN (2022) Dir. Robert Eggers

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY as Olga of the Birch Forest THE NORTHMAN (2022) dir. Robert Eggers

@agirlofwinterfell/ @songcfmuses sent: “i’m gonna be honest, i think only one of them really matters.” elia for Doran 

Westeros: an American Musical - Sentence Starters “Hand-Holding” (Dear Theodosia)

Doran lifted a brow at his sister’s words, glancing over to the King and his Hand. She was right, in truth, only one of them really mattered. Aerys had not been the same since the Duskendale incident, if Lewyn’s letters had been any idication the even had broken the King’s mind. No, the one who mattered to the realm now was the Lord Hand, Tywin Lannister. “That you are right.”

Imagine being Corlys though.

The family is over for your daughter’s funeral, her creepy husband says she was immolated. You look over and your son’s wife is making out with her uncle who is your daughter’s creepy husband on the beach as though all 800 people here can’t see them. Your brother keeps stopping the funeral speech to ask why the grandsons are white. Your daughter’s creepy husband audibly giggles at the eulogy. Your decrepit cousin is sundowning and thinks this is a birthday party. Your wife tells you the grandsons ARE white. One of the kids almost kills himself stealing a dragon, your granddaughters jump him and they all get into a knife fight. It’s 3am. Your decrepit cousin’s wife backhands one of the kids and shanks your son’s wife. Where is your son? Kneeling in the beach trying not to puke. You ask your son’s side piece to give him some water and you all go to bed. You wake up to the news your son somehow also got immolated. Your wife is screaming, the grandkids are gone, the sitting room is on fire, someone left a note for the wedding registry of your son’s wife and your daughter’s creepy husband and circled “coffee maker”. It is now 3:25am

currently charging my old phones so I can pull any photos of Charlie off of them

i loved her like you would not believe but on my current phone i have basically no pictures and i am not feeling very good about that

@aclashofmuses sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” arianne for quentyn!! 

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.    

quentyn moves between arianne and the spear that was being thrown her way, shoving his sister to the ground in case his body did not stop the projectile entirely. the young prince’s body arches as the long shaft of wood pierces it, going in his back and out of his chest. a weapon thrown by one of the sellswords from essos, aimed to take the allies of the golden company out of the picture. viserion lets out a screeching roar as quent goes to his knees, letting a stream of flame across the battlefield as her rider gasps for breath and checks on his sister.

“ are you alright? “ he asks, coughing as it is hard to breathe. “ i brought dragons for you and father... “

@flayersdaughter/ @secondsonofwinter sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” (with whoever you want to hurt me with from our many ships) 

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.  

She hadn’t thought as she threw herself between Eddard and the Bolton soldier. All she had thought was that she couldn’t just stand by and watch him die. His name had left her lips when she had started to move, his head had turned in time to see the sword slice into her neck.

Fear filled her, her hands moving to her throat to press against the bleeding as she sinks to the ground. The sounds of the battle around them dim as she refocuses, looking at him as his arms move around her. His words aren’t reaching her ears as she looks up at him, but she can make out what he is saying still. She watches his lips to know what he is telling her, lips that she had watched on so many different occasions.

There were so many words left unsaid.

Edd, she tries to say, her cut throat leaving her words silent. One hand stays on the wound, blood still pooling around her fingers, while the other clings to his surcoat. I don’t want to die. She sobs, her body shaking as he holds her in his arms. There was so much she wished she had said before, so much that she wishes she had done. I love you, please don’t leave me. I’m scared.