“Literally objects start moving when the guy enters a room. He’s an actor of uncommon power and uncommon humanity.” — Guillermo del Toro
jon/ygritte uni au because i can’t draw anything but aus
A wound with blood and pus, or the sickly, acrid smell of sweat, of decay, does not signify death. In the presence of signified death - a flat encephalograph, for instance - I would understand, react, or accept. No, as in true theater, without makeup or masks, refuse and corpses show me what I permanently thrust aside in order to live. These bodily fluids, this defilement, this shit are what life withstands, hardly and with difficulty, on the part of death. My body extricates itself, as being alive, from that border. Such wastes drop so that I might live, until, from loss to loss, nothing remains in me and my entire body falls beyond the limit.
remember that one chapter in a feast for crows where asha just starts throwing shade left and right like
“I am unwed,” announced Left Hand Lucas Codd.
“And for good reason,” Asha said. “All women do despise the Codds as well. Don’t look at me so mournful, Lucas. You still have your famous hand.” She made a pumping motion with her fist.
“Was that courteous, Asha? You have wounded Lucas to the quick.”
“Easier than wounding him in the prick. I throw an axe as well as any man, but when the target is so small…”
sheeit boy best step back
“This girl forgets herself,” snarled Pinchface Jon Myre. “Balon let her believe she was a man.”
“Your father made the same mistake with you,” said Asha.
damn son didn’t know you were at smackdown university with professor greyjoy did you
“Give her to me, Euron,” suggested the Red Oarsman. “I’ll spank her till her arse is red as my hair.”
“Come try,” said Asha, “and hereafter we can call you the Red Eunuch.” A throwing axe was in her hand. She tossed it in the air and caught it deftly. “Here is my husband, Nuncle. Any man who wants me should take it up with him.”
i like the idea that it’s parallel universes and like…everything *really* happened and the crazy was too much for one universe to hold so some of it seeped into a different universe…like deja vu but on a clearer scale.
i don’t know if that makes sense, but…yeah