troy house

ASoIaF Fancast: Valery Kovtun as Rhaegar Targaryen 


Full House: The Next Generation

step one: start vaguely headcanonning helen of sparta/troy as not attracted to men

step two: get really, really invested in helen not being attracted to men

step three: be sad forever because she never wanted any of this, any of them, and paris was just the next man who wanted to have her, before him is was menelaus and before him were all the damned danaan kings and before them was theseus and she has never been free from men and she’s never loved any of them, the only men she loved were her brothers- castor and pollux, and then later hector, but all men want her and so all men will have her, because there’s no place in this world for a woman who doesn’t want men, especially one as beautiful as her and she curses her face more than any long suffering soldier does because it’s condemned her to be stolen and taken for as long as she’s young and lovely and it makes all the women she’d want to be sisters to (or closer than sisters) hate her in jealousy or for their dead husbands and sons and- she didn’t want this. she didn’t want this war, she didn’t want the suitors, she didn’t want her divine blood and fair cheeks, but that’s what she got and she’ll never be free or safe or in love for as long as she lives because that’s the game the gods want to play

A Nerd + Tiny House

When you overhear a flat bed trailer is for sale:

When you START downsizing:

END of downsizing:

When people ask “what’s a tiny house?”

When people ask me how I plan to do it and how long it’s going to take:

When someone says it sounds like a bad idea and try to talk you out of it:

When someone asked me about tiny house conventions:

When I think about how I’ll look building my own house:

When I think about how I’ll look wiring my own house:

When people say it will be a challenge:

Thinking about going shopping for tools and stuff:

When someone is excited for me and supports my tiny house:

When someones says they want a tiny house too!

Lyanna Stark of Winterfell || Helen of Troy

O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear’d to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa’s azur’d arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!

- The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, Christopher Marlowe

sing, o muse,
of the pain of
watching a loved thing fall.

of daedalus, hands reaching down,
down, down,
hands extended as far as they
could extend, hands
turning to claws in frustration – 

of daedalus, able to create 
anything, but unable to bring 
his own son back to life. 

of phaethon, back arched in a 
final bow, ground rushing 
to meet him, hands hands hands 
burning / burning.

of helios, laughing.

of apollo, chasing and chasing
until a girl is no longer a girl
but a laurel tree.

of the sun and its heat,
its scathing, of fires
ravaging through troy,
through houses, through
(screams in the air, along
with the stench of flesh).

let me tell you of the sun
and how it burnt me down
from the inside out,
how it makes my knees
knock like they’re filled 
with a dozen wasps.

here is another myth:
girl wakes and sees the sun / 
girl goes back to sleep.
—  Heliocentric by Darshana Suresh (first published in Sugarplum)