i just wanted to fit all my aesthetics in one pic you know, yellow & pink, colorful hair, undercut, dark brows, freckles, birthmarks, dimples, jewelry, piercings, oversized sweaters, flowers, all that Good Stuff
“It was a movie where the main character, the guy in the mask, really isn’t altogether human. He has no characteristics. He’s, uh, almost like a machine. He was just pure evil. That was what I intended to do. It’s evil out of nothing, evil from no background, which completely creeps me out as a human being, that evil could arrive at my doorstep without a purpose, without a past, without an origin. So that’s the idea behind it. It was put together to scare you. That’s all.” - John Carpenter
Since it’s still femslash february it seems like a perfect moment to point out that I love these two and I really wanna know who the heck they are ?? I’m glad it looks like they’re with us on the fukurodani game too, though~
alternate universe in which everything is the same but everyone is named aegon
Aegon Arryn smiled tremulously. “Only one? Oh, Aegon, do you swear it? Only one?” “Only Aegon.” He gave her a short, sharp shove.
“Aegon,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Aegon’s breast. You smile like Aegon and fight like Aegon, and there’s some of Aegon in you, else you would not wear that cloak … but Aegon is Aegon’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”
“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Aegon, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Aegon is a good woman, and Aegon … Aegon is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me.”
“I am Aegon, father. Who else would I be?”
“Aegon? Aegon? Do we know anyone named Aegon, Aegon?” “He means the Lord Commander.” “Ohhh. The Great Lord Snow. To be sure. Why do you want to see him? He can’t even wiggle his ears.” Aegon wiggled his, to show he could. They were large ears, and red from cold. “He’s Lord Snow for true now, too bloody highborn for the likes of us.” “Aegon has duties,” Aegon said in his defense. “The Wall is his, and all that goes with it.”
Aegon, Aegon, it rhymes with freak.
Only the kindly man knew the Common Tongue. “Who are you?” he would ask her every day. “No one,” she would answer, she who had been Aegon of House Stark, Aegon Underfoot, Aegon Horseface. She had been Aegon and Aegon too, and Aegon and Aegon, Aegon the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal … but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Aegon of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Aegon Stark and Lady Aegon, who had once had brothers named Aegon and Aegon and Aegon, a sister named Aegon, a direwolf called Aegon, a half brother named Aegon Snow. In there she was someone … but that was not the answer that he wanted.
“No more than me. It’s only Aegon who says I’m too dumb to be frightened. I get as frightened as anyone.” Aegon bent to scoop up a split log, and tossed it into the fire. “I used to be scared of Aegon, whenever I had to fight him. He was so quick, and he fought like he meant to kill me.” The green damp wood sat in the flames, smoking before it took fire. “I never said, though. Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don’t know. Let them call you Aegon, who cares?”
Old Aegon had told him the same story once, Aegon remembered, but when he asked Aegon if it was true, his brother laughed and asked him if he believed in grumkins too. He wished Aegon were with them now. I’d tell him I could fly, but he wouldn’t believe, so I’d have to show him. I bet that he could learn to fly too, him and Aegon and Aegon, even baby Aegon and Aegon Snow. We could all be ravens and live in Maester Aegon’s rookery.
“And I’ll serve you the same if you give me trouble,” Aegon threw back. “We’re taking the wench.” “Her name is Aegon,” Aegon said. “Aegon, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?”