those snakes are not fighting they are fucking. im very sorry
while two snakes FUCK to the death
That dog looking at the snakes like why you gotta do that while I’m eating
Metal as snakes fucking.
Papa Adar 💕
I guess one of my favourite Moments from the Witcher books is Triss reminding all of the Witcher’s that Ciri is a young girl who already menstruates, and that they gave the girl the feeling not to talk about it, because they forget she is a girl and not a boy.
I love it how flustered they were, and that’s the main reason why they wanted Triss to come to Kaer Morhen because all of them are dipshits and have no fucking clue about young girls.
Quote Ciri while wearing a dress: can’t do my training today, cause i am…indisposed
And then Eskel tells here sweetly, that she should take here sweet time and if she needs anything, like potions against pain, and Vesemir nearly screaming that if she wears that dress no one is allowed to make her do her training.
I laughed so fucking hard
A kindly remainder that this man is responsible of separating the avengers, exploit the UN, killing dozens of people including the king of FUCKING Wakanda, destroyed the winter soldier program, controlling Bucky, manipulating everyone and everything at his favor, killed Nagel and more people, destroyed the last super soldier serums, escaped the Doraj Milaje like el fucking chapo and succeeded arranged the murders of the last super soldiers with his butler without moving from his cell.
And he doesn’t even have super powers.
She had never cared if she was pretty, even when she was stupid Arya Stark. Only her father had ever called her that. Him, and Jon Snow, sometimes. Her mother used to say she could be pretty if she would just wash and brush her hair and take more care with her dress, the way her sister did. To her sister and sister’s friends and all the rest, she had just been Arya Horseface. But they were all dead now, even Arya, everyone but her half-brother, Jon. Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman’s Harbor. The Black Bastard of the Wall, one man had called him. Even Jon would never know Blind Beth, I bet. That made her sad.
—The Blind Girl, A Dance with Dragons
It had been so long since he had last seen Arya. What would she look like now? Would he even know her? Arya Underfoot. Her face was always dirty. Would she still have that little sword he’d had Mikken forge for her? Stick them with the pointy end, he’d told her. Wisdom for her wedding night if half of what he heard of Ramsay Snow was true. Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl.
—Jon XI, A Dance with Dragons
Arya being sad about the possibility that Jon wouldn’t recognize her, and Jon being afraid that he wouldn’t recognize her. :(
Also, Jon thinking “bring her home, Mance”, even though the place that Mance is stealing Arya (Jeyne) from is technically their home, because Jon is her home. “Home” is where the pack is. “Home” is where the other is. Not just a castle.
“Can you walk?” He sounded concerned.
“No,” said Lommy. “You got to carry me.”
“Think so?” The man lifted his spear casually and drove the point through the boy’s soft throat. Lommy never even had time to yield again. He jerked once, and that was all. When the man pulled his spear loose, blood sprayed out in a dark fountain.
—Arya V, A Clash of Kings
“Can’t you walk?”
“Walk?” His fingers were slick with blood. “Are you blind, girl? I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. I can’t walk on this.”
“Well,” she said, “I don’t know how you’ll get there, then.”
“You’ll need to carry me.”
See? thought Mercy. You know your line, and so do I.
“Think so?” asked Arya, sweetly.
Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. A fine red rain followed, and in his eyes the light went out.
—Mercy, The Winds of Winter
the fact that pro-monarchy arguments have degenerated, over the past few centuries, from “the king rules by divine right and is accountable to nobody but god”, to “uhm the royals generate a lot of income from tourism” will never stop being extremely funny to me
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