every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up
ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor
lots to look forward to
Now that I’ve had a few minutes to digest that scene…
I’m actually really, really angry.
It’s not just because Jaime is my favorite character, but because Jaime is (per the books) one of the few men in this series who respects women.
Jaime, who wanted to protect Rhaella from Aerys.
Jaime, who actually grasps that rape is a terrible, terrible thing (“If I were a woman, I’d make them kill me,” he said to Brienne, a line that was included in the show).
Jaime, who actually left when Cersei asked him to leave (even though he “travelled a thousand leagues to get to [her] and lost the best part of [himself] along the way”).
Jaime, who is very intentionally not a rapist because he is supposed to be the archetypical knight in shining armor who believes in chivalry and old-fashioned romance and protecting highborn ladies.
It’s like every month I forget what having my insides shredded feels like
Today I ate several doughnuts and went on a bike ride, so most of my face looks like crap. But my eyeliner is still on point, and that’s nice.