Fun hair stuff bc I’m sad ab what ASOIAF could have given us:
Is this not a fancy Baratheon woman who can’t wear her hair down bc the wind at storms end won’t allow it
Give the Dothraki cool beads and headwear to denote status!! Give them little additions to their culture!!
Let the northern women cover their heads their ears are COLD George
The Braavosi should wear shells and pearls bc they live by the sea god damnit
Targ girl coded and Lannister maiden pilled
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“They like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?”
“They like the smell of begging.”
CHRIS RODRIGUEZ THE MAN YOU ARE
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AWAE season 4
Here is how i think awae season 4 would start:
The sun looked as though it were kissing each of the trees, and the autumn colors amongst the leaves were made only more bright by it. The mailman stood with his bicycle betwixt his legs, tapping his foot at the end of Cherrywood Lane. A few carriages and passersby made noise behind him, but it was rather a quiet street despite its location in the city. Either way, the mailman heeded them little attention, gazing at the sun dappled curtains of a certain mansion. At their movement he righted himself immediately, and pulled out a stack of letters from his satchel. A maid opened the front door, and the mailman smoothed his shirt at the sight of her. She walked up to the man and held out her hand for the envelopes.
“Say, if I give you these will you come with me to the dance tomorrow?” he teased, smirking up at her.Â
Lily just smiled and shook her head, snatching the envelopes from him.Â
“One of these days, you’re going to say yes” shouted the mailman at her as she walked back inside. “Or at least say something,” he muttered.Â
However, Lily had already entered Blackmore House, and chaos was already about. The tinkling of piano keys rang throughout the house as she made her way through the halls, nearly colliding with Tillie and Jane.Â
“I said you could borrow it, not keep it!”
“It’s not my fault it looks better on me than it does you”
Mrs. Blackmore appeared from the floor above, walking slowly down the steps. Her stern expression matching only the severe attire the girls had become accustomed to seeing.
 “Girls, I will have no shouting or running in this house. You are young ladies, act like it,”Â
“Yes, Mrs Blackmore.”
“Why are the parlor doors closed?”
At that, she opened the french doors to the front parlor with a decided woosh. Inside stood Ruby and Moody, in a harmless yet affectionate embrace. At the sight of the crowd that had gathered, Ruby immediately leapt 6 feet away from Moody, but it was already too late.Â
“Young lady, what are you doing here without a chaperone?”Â
Mrs. Blackmore rushed to Moody and took hold of his ear, ushering the young boy out of the front door. Ruby, tears flowing from her eyes, rushes after him with Jane and Tillie not far behind. The other girls are giggling as this display happens every week.Â
“Suitors are to be only allowed in the parlor with a chaperone from 3-4 o’clock. You will not be welcome in this house until you can follow the rules.” Mrs. Blackmore bereits the two young lovers.Â
However, Moody just adjusts his cap over his head and winks at Ruby. Mrs. Blackmore has officially turned her lecture to the young girl who sniffles in quiet protest. Their voices fade away as Lily, who had been watching with amusement, turns to walk up the stairs, only for Josie to see the envelopes clutched in her hand.Â
“Let me guess who one of those are for,” remarked Josie. “Let me take it to her.”
The envelopes thus traded hands. Josie continues walking up the stairs music getting louder until Josie knocks on the door of a room and waltzes inside.Â
“Your mother wrote you again, Diana” she declares, brandishing one of the envelopes dramatically.
“Only to tell me to find someone worth marrying, as if I wouldn’t have other things on mind. It has only been two months.” She takes the letter from Josie’s hand.Â
“At least your mother waited for you to come here before she started, with matchmaking.”
“Who else got letters?”
“Oh, Jane got one from Prissy, and…” Josie pulls out the last letter in front of Diana, who immediately recognizes the handwriting and the return address.
“You’d really think he had nothing better to do,” she mutters.
“You’re just jealous, Josie. Let me give it to her,” and before she can protest, Diana snatches the letter from her hands and walks to the end of the hallway with Josie following behind. The noise of the chatter from below has completely faded, as Diana knocks on the door at the end. It opens to reveal a familiar girl with red hair, and Diana hands her the letter. She looks at it, smiles at the eager girls in front of her, and shuts the door in their faces.
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i think that percabeth's relationship arc can be described perfectly by the fact that annabeth told percy he had to skip through a field spreading rainbows, emphasizing that the skipping part was imperative, and percy just completely didn't question her. if she had suggested he do that in the lightning thief he wouldve been like yeah no way is that happening. he wouldve at least argued about it. but in cotg he's just like yeah anything you say babe you're so smart and beautiful and you would never try to humiliate me for any reason
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