brush tower

I wonder if people will ever say, ‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring.’ And they’ll say 'Yes, that’s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, Dad?’ 'Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot.' 

You’ve left out one of the chief characters - Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam. 

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“Your men call Val a princess, but to the free folk she is only the sister of their king’s dead wife. If you force her to marry a man she does not want, she is like to slit his throat on their wedding night.” … They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. (A Dance with Dragons)

asoiaf meme (minor characters): val the wildling (1/10 characters)

pls. lyanna swept the floor with those knights at harrenhal, y’all want me to believe she let her bad-bitch ass get kidnapped by some two-bit Legolas ripoff bye felicia

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Some recent sketches x paintings. got back to LA, and I feel so good. Missed my home SO much. Going to be hosting the plein-air weekend painting group again soon. If interested, let me know!

sorry for the bad phone quality photos. gonna get my scanner installed soon!

First drawings are studies done from Bryan Lee and a few old masters. Painting locations are: Hollyhocks and Pasadena off leash dog park

they are all convinced she is a princess. val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. a warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.    //     annabelle wallis as val

fancasting meme || nineeleven characters’ who aren’t portrayed in the show/movie ( 8 — 11)

archiveofourown.org
Beautiful Monster by ELLE
Why couldn’t she have become beautiful, like Steve? He was broken but Howard had fixed him. The same serum that created Captain America, that fixed Steve and made him whole, made him what he wanted to be, gave the demons within her life and a corporeal form. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Red lipstick. It was a bolder shade than she’d ever picked before, and it showed on her thick lips. She stared at herself in the mirror. The meticulously applied eyeliner, the filled in brows, the concealer that covered the inconsistencies in her skintone. It would’ve been a beautiful picture – if she had been a beautiful person.

She pulled a curl down over her forehead, tried to imagine if her hair was longer. Maybe it would cover the thickness of her neck. But nothing could hide the obviously masculine features of her face – the square jaw, the heavy brow, the chronic five o’clock shadow that foundation could never cover up. She would never be beautiful. She was an abomination.

And Pepper was so kind to let her do this when she was in town – to let her go through her makeup, to let her have her hour of privacy sitting at Tony’s expensive vanity in the top floor of the tower, brushing powder across her eyelids with cautious care and precision. And it felt good to do that. The process was good. Sitting in a velvet robe with legs cleanly shaven, the smell of lavender bath oil still lingering on her skin, an array of color before her. It was just… when it was done…

When it was done she was left staring at the mirror with a tremor on the side of her face as she tried to suck it up, tried not to cry and ruin all of her hard work. But it was so – fuck ! It was so fucking frustrating . All of her life she knew, she knew there was something deeply wrong with her, deeply flawed. And she tried to push it down and push it down and push it down but it just never stayed in it’s place.

Oh the irony, the horrible cruelty that she was cursed to be forever tied to the horrendous display of masculinity that lived inside of her. That piece of her she couldn’t stand, that piece of her that consumed her nightmares, that took this already male form and twisted into something larger than life, something that couldn’t be hidden away or ignored. She had never truly accepted herself for what she was until he was born – but since he was born she was unable to live within her own body any more.

{Continue on AO3 or FF.net}

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“My lady, you do not have to do this. The risk—”

“—is mine, Lord Snow. And I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better than all your black-cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.” ― Jon VIII, A Dance with Dragons.


They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. ― Jon XI, A Dance with Dragons.