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Cyrus Goodman in Episode 1 - “13″

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“Do I need to make you swear an oath before a tree?”

“No.” Was that a jape? With Stannis, it was hard to tell.

Stannis + Sass

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Inspired by this post

[Image description:

Four caps of Rufus Sewell as Lord Melbourne in “Victoria” with the captions in yellow text

First image - Lord Melbourne is smiling slightly with the caption, “Victoria’s the best but she’s 20. When Victoria was born, I was alreaady in third grade”

Second image - Lord Melbourne looks down to Victoria with concern, with the caption, “Which means if we were friends back then I would’ve been hanging out with a baby”

Third image - Melbourne looks to Victoria sadly, with the caption, “I don’t know anything about infant care”

Fourth image - Melbourne looks away with the caption, “Oh my god I could have killed her”]

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“Sentiment?” – “Something like that.”  |  a Captive Prince playlist

For the future kings known as Laurent of Vere and Damianos of Akielos, and for the evolution of their relationship together.

From their identities as individuals, to “slave and master” shifting towards something else, to desire and love… into (hopefully) a united partnership against the Regent and Kastor.

(Listen)

i’ve created something that shouldn’t exist

if you compile this with a c compiler and run it then caliborn shouts at you when you press enter

#include <stdio.h>
#include <stdlib.h>
#include <string.h>
#include <time.h>
static char *caliborn_meme() {
    static char const *memes[] = {
        "KING YALDOBOB",
        "YOLOBROTH",
        "YODELBOOGER",
        "YOGURTBONER"
    };
    static int len = sizeof(memes)/sizeof(char const *);
    static char splitpoint = 'B';
    char const *lhs = memes[rand()%len];
    char const *rhs = memes[rand()%len];
    int llen = strlen(lhs);
    int rlen = strlen(rhs);
    char *result = malloc(llen + rlen);
    int i = 0;
    for (; *lhs && *lhs != splitpoint; lhs++, i++)
        result[i] = *lhs;
    while (*rhs && *rhs != splitpoint) rhs++;
    for (; *rhs; rhs++, i++) result[i] = *rhs;
    result = realloc(result, i + 1);
    result[i] = 0;
    return result;
}
int main() {
    srand(time(0));
    puts("pres entr for an mem");
    puts("ctrl+d or ctrl+c to stop mem");
    char dont_care[3];
    while (fgets(dont_care, 2, stdin)) {
        char *to_put = caliborn_meme();
        puts(to_put);
        free(to_put);
    }
    return 0;
}

(EDIT: i fixed it so that it doesn’t generate the same ones every time)

(EDIT AGAIN: fixed for windows compatibility, hurr a durr i forgot windows doesn’t have unistd because it’s not unix based)

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The Kingslayer’ Story

King Aerys saw traitors everywhere. So His Grace commanded his alchemists to place caches of wildfire all over King’s Landing. Beneath Baelor’s Sept and the hovels of Flea Bottom, under stables and storehouses, at all seven gates, even in the cellars of the Red Keep itself.

My Sworn Brothers were all away, you see, but Aerys liked to keep me close. I was my father’s son, so he did not trust me. 

“The traitors want my city”, I heard him tell Rossart the alchemist, “But I’ll give them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat.”

Aerys thought the fire would transform him … that he would rise again, reborn as a dragon, and turn all his enemies to ash.

Ned Stark was racing south with Robert’s van, but my father’s forces reached the city first.  

It fell to me to hold the Red Keep against my own father, but I knew we were lost.

“Bring me your father’s head, if you are no traitor.” Aerys would have no yielding. Lord Rossart was with him. I knew what that meant. King Aerys was about to burn the whole city and every living being within its walls. “Burn them all”, he screamed. Then I slew him.

from A Storm of Swords Chapter 37 (Jaime V)

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“From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn’t swear.

Ronan finished with, “For the love of … Parrish, take some care, this is not your mother’s 1971 Honda Civic.”

Adam lifted his head and said, “They didn’t start making the Civic until ’73.” 

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“The brave man is not the one without fear but the one who does what he must despite being afraid. to succeed, you must be willing to risk total failure; you must learn this.”