Antika in the Mirror

So you have an accent?

Thu, 02 May 2013 13:04:31 -0400

f-ckyeah1990s: Elijah Wood and Leonardo DiCaprio at the 1994...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 14:13:00 -0400

f-ckyeah1990s:

Elijah Wood and Leonardo DiCaprio at the 1994 Academy Awards.

I saw this and I was like WTF IS WINONA RYDER DOING DRESSED UP AS A BOY AND WHY…WAIT…SHE’S NOT YOUNGER ….WAAAT?

Then I read that it was Elijah Wood.

But seriously, SHIT! These two would’ve been TWINS.

Adventure time!A long, gorgeous day in the beautiful Sierras de...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 14:35:23 -0400

Adventure time!

A long, gorgeous day in the beautiful Sierras de Cordoba. The place is the National Park “Los Condoritos” in Cordoba. Totally worth visiting if you’re up for some awesome scenery viewing… stuff.

AAHW MAN I SERIOUSLY WANT TO MEET HER. Disneyland in California,...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 13:32:16 -0400

AAHW MAN I SERIOUSLY WANT TO MEET HER.

Disneyland in California, I think.

Cutest fucking Merida in the whole world. I wanna kidnap her and...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 13:24:13 -0400

Cutest fucking Merida in the whole world. I wanna kidnap her and do things to her.

I hate crushes.

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:12:17 -0400

When I lost all hope about there ever being anything, or that there ever was before, bam! He goes and proves that he knows I exist. Just when I am about to turn my back on him and quite honestly just go “fuck it” and let him do whatever with the girl he’s been on and off with for ages, he goes and notices me and I, weak-willed faggot as I am, can’t turn him down or treat him coldly as I would like.

Wait, now that I think about it, I can. And now, I will. However much my heart melts at his useless rant.

Tssk. Men.

heisnotrueknight: rory’s thick scottish accent wowww

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 07:33:09 -0400

heisnotrueknight:

rory’s thick scottish accent wowww

Photo

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 14:07:28 -0400

Art by: http://dead-wizard.deviantart.com/ (Wo)man’s Best...

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 23:28:00 -0400

Art by: http://dead-wizard.deviantart.com/

(Wo)man’s Best Friend

It was not without fear that she’d taken up on his offer. She’d known somehow that Ser Dontos had so very little chance to save her, that those kind of things only ended well in the songs. When she’d seen him, the Hound, it was fear as always that had driven her back, shocked. But then he offered to help her and she had thought that he must have had other plans and still she hadn’t cared enough of the risks or however she might have ended up. “Anything and anywhere is better than here.” she had thought bitterly and so she’d left with him.

Now the fear was long gone and anger surged her veins as she stared at the brother she once had loved with all her heart, the brother she had hoped would give anything to rescue her, the brother that she had prayed would be the one to kill Joffrey and free her. That love had abruptly sunk beneath the irritation and the desperation that had flared inside of her. They had taken the Hound away, chained him and locked him up as if he was the enemy. She knew the men walked around the camp, aching to get their swords on him and end him and nothing made her more furious. He had kept his promise, he’d told her he’d protect her and take her home and here she was. Standing in the tent facing his brother, though she realized it was not her brother she saw; only the few remains of the young boy that she’d shared laughs and tears with. In his stead stood a king. A cold iron king, a king that thought he knew things he had no insight of.
“He is allied to the Lannisters, Sansa!” He said again.
He’d said it so many times, she was getting tired of the sound of his voice and finally the anger boiled over inside of her. When she spoke, it was so unlike her voice in King’s Landing. She had lied and played the role of the lady so well, that she almost didn’t recognize the sound that erupted from her throat.
“No. He is not, Robb.” She said quietly at first, shaking, but her voice grew harder the more the words spilled out. “I was a prisoner to your enemies. Do you understand? I was there, in the midst of the Lannisters, as a Stark! Do you know what that means!? And all the while you were here and I was patient, I hoped and I prayed for you and yet the only one who moved a finger to protect me, to get me out, was him!”
Tears ran down her cheeks without her realizing it and her brothers face softened but she barely noticed.
“He helped me escape and he’s the only one around me who has kept his word. You cannot take him, your men cannot take him. He brought me to you, safe and sound, knowing here is were I’d be safe.”
A pause stretched out as the both of them took in the words and her small hands turned white as she pressed into fists.
“For saving you, we will have mercy. He can take the black and keep living, as long as it is not here.”
Her brothers words were still cold, unaware or ignorant to her feelings. It was a relief to see him flinch when she shrieked, taking him by surprise:
“He is MINE, Robb! Not yours, not your men’s, not the Lannister’s. He is mine and he will stay with me.”
Then her voice sank to a cold, dark whisper as she closed the space between them. But however icy her voice sounded, it crackled with pain and helplessness as she put a hand on his shoulder.
“I swear by the Seven that whatever damage he receives, I will make sure the one causing it will receive it seven times over. If you send him to the wall, Robb…” She paused and looked down on his lips, avoiding his clear eyes as hers stared bitterly. “Then you are not my brother.”
She stepped back and walked away from the tent, hurrying between soldiers sitting around fires and squires running back and forth ‘til she reached her own tent and hushed away the maids.

After gulping down a cup of wine, damning the bitter taste but taking comfort in it’s warmth, she sat down and tried to calm her thoughts. It’d be useless to deny that she had grown fond of him on their way towards the north. Mostly because she’d compared him to all the others that hadn’t moved to help her, those who hadn’t even hesitated to raise their hands towards her and those who had quietly pitied her, probably those who she hated the most. It was then, when they spoke about her, when they used words like “poor thing” and “how horrible” and their eyes clouded over with the sadness that meant nothing to her, that she had understood how he had felt. Now she ached to have him by her side, after being parted for a mere day. Even though she was surrounded now with allies, with people that referred to her as their princess and were prepared to die for her, she felt just as helpless as in Kings Landing. With a sudden gasp, she realized that the only time she had felt some kind of strength or even truth, was when he’d been with her. These people meant nothing to her, not with their promises of loyalty. He had never promised her loyalty or even submitted to her even after he had vowed to protect her and even so, he had been the most loyal of them all. The bitter taste of the wine filled her mouth again as she drank and gulped down the remains in the cup and it burned as hot as the tears rolling down her cheeks.

People entered, heavy steps along with light ones and her maids gasped when they saw her leaning on her arms on the table. She did not see who stood by the door and the maids were too busy asking her if she’d like something to eat, some water, if she was well and if she needed anything at all. Angrily and without patience she snapped at them:
“Leave me be!”
And their retreating steps were covered by a barking of dark and raspy laughter. Her heart caught up in her throat as she looked back and found him standing there with his armor and his sword returned to him.
“Sandor!” She said and stood up abruptly but was too slow to realize what a bad idea that had been after the various cups of wine. But she did not fall, because the solid grip of his arms were on hers, steadying her and looking at her with humor in his eyes.

* * * * *

He’d laughed before he could help himself. It was so unlike her to snap like that, even when they had spent days travelling together. The poor maids had looked shocked at her reaction while they hurriedly walked out of the tent. Then his laugh had stopped when she’d stood up and almost fallen over at the same time. He held her now, his hands closed tightly around her arms and she was warm. Her normally pearl colored skin was blushed hard now and the red on her cheeks was almost as bright as her hair. Then he realized - almost laughing again - that she smelled like wine.
“Sandor!” She had said and looked into his eyes with a relief that seemed to grab onto his heart and squeeze ‘til it hurt him. Then she had straightened up and put a hand onto the table to stabilize herself. “You are not being made to take the black, are you?”
He was unsure about how he felt about the concern reflected in the sky blue of her eyes. He was used to the pity, to the way she stared forward and unyielding as she lied and even her doubtful look, but her concern was something brand new to him. His muscles relaxed, his smile dropping.
“I’ll stay with you, little bird. I won’t vow that I will protect you forever or that I will serve you until the day that you die, that’s it what knights do. But I’ll stay with you.”
The rosy lips in her blushing face curled up into a smile, the most real smile he’d seen her wear since the death of her father. Taking a step forward, she put a hand on his arm and looked up to him.
“Then what are you?”
His lips matched only half of her smile, mocking, as he answered:
“Your Hound.”

greysonsloan: Jason Momoa and Peter Dinklage, Golden Globes...

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 22:35:30 -0400

greysonsloan:

Jason Momoa and Peter Dinklage, Golden Globes 2012

I have this thing I do where I change my look constantly because...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:35:00 -0400

I have this thing I do where I change my look constantly because I can never stay the same for too long. Because we never stay the same, anyway. You are not the same person you were as when you started writing this. BAM, PHILOSOPHY MOTHERFUCKAHS.

The thing I find most interesting about people, especially in the city, is always the need of...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 16:52:30 -0400

The thing I find most interesting about people, especially in the city, is always the need of someone noticing their feelings. For starters, humans can’t read your mind and if you say “I’m Ok” and expect people to say “No, you aren’t” and then magically know what’s wrong with you, then you’re up for disappointment. Because in the same way you’re busy with yourself, waiting for the chance to whine about it, so is the other person.

Me when I see that my fail Gendrya fanfic is getting more and more notes:Well then, might as well...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 12:38:06 -0400

Me when I see that my fail Gendrya fanfic is getting more and more notes:
Well then, might as well keep writing it then!

I walk around with a constant fear for the life of the writers writing my favorite on-going books.

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 12:27:27 -0400

I walk around with a constant fear for the life of the writers writing my favorite on-going books.

dammitshannon: there wasn’t a cow. i was disappointed.

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 21:38:42 -0400

dammitshannon:

there wasn’t a cow. i was disappointed.

patrykkonopacki: Pics of Daniela Ferrer are up!...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 10:28:42 -0400

patrykkonopacki:

Pics of Daniela Ferrer are up! www.patrykkonopacki.com #fashion couture #photography #art #model #hot #frogpearl #pearls #hipster

And BAM suddenly my sister is modelling. Which is pretty cool. Photo by our dear friend Patryk:
https://patrykkonopacki.squarespace.com/portfolio

I’m gonna have this kid and always tell him from the start that I adopted him and that his...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:29:00 -0400

I’m gonna have this kid and always tell him from the start that I adopted him and that his parents died on a car-crash and I’ll download pics from Google and tell him “these are your parents but they aren’t really because they adopted you from the beginning”.
The only caring thing he’ll ever hear from me is “Hey, at least you can be like batman! You know his parents died too.” and nothing more, then he’ll have a fucking reason to be an angsty teenager when he reaches that age.

His name will be Blue.

Tanning is my new Cancer Helper.

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 20:58:15 -0400

I bought a new Bronzer because the days have been wonderful lately.
Argentina answers with:

RAIN RAIN RAIN AND OH… DID I FORGET TO MENTION? RAAAAAIN! And fatass clouds covering the blue sky. MOAHAHAHAH. …Yeah.

Boo, you whore.

Anyway, here’s a picture of my tanning self because I know that I won’t get any notes unless I show SOME extent of skin.

I’ll either die of skin cancer or lung cancer.

Art by: http://ntdevont.deviantart.com/ You Had Me At First...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 13:12:00 -0400

Art by: http://ntdevont.deviantart.com/

You Had Me At First Punch

The place was packed with people when he entered. He had to push and wrestle his way through the crowd to reach the the ring in the middle and he soon found Hot Pie staring intently to the men inside it.
- How’s it going? Gendry asked and sat down beside him.
- Looks like it’ll be an easy night for you. Only greens on the ring today, look at those boys. They can barely give a proper punch.
Icy blue eyes turned to see the boys on the ring and he had to agree, it would be almost unfair to kick their asses. But still, for now, this was the easiest way to make fast money and he needed it.
The bell rang twice and he stood up leaning onto the ring. The winner wore very nice clothes underneath the blood and the dirt.
And why would someone so well-dressed come all the way here?
Shrugging he make his way into the ring and was done with the boy much faster than he had expected too.

The bell rang again and then yet another boy stepped onto the ring, this one much shorter and quite honestly ridiculously thin wearing a knit cap on his head and a pair of red converse on his small feet. The crowd screamed at him “You suicidal?!” “Boy, you gonna break every bone in those skinny legs!” “Ha what is that?!”. But Gendry himself was taken aback for a minute, suddenly unsure if he actually dared to raise a hand towards such a frail creature but his thoughts were quickly interrupted when the boy launched himself toward him and put his arms around his waist to push him down. Gendry swallowed the urge to start laughing when he felt the boy giving him quite the push but still he wasn’t moved an inch. He decided a quick throw would be for the best and he reached his hands down, circling the boys chest and started pulling him up when he felt it. Or them. And he blushed furiously letting go of the boy. He was too shocked to do anything when the boy stood up and landed a well-deserved right-hook on him and Gendry fell back.
That was… That isn’t a boy he has b-… No, SHE has b— boo—
Before he could even try to get up the boy who he was pretty sure was a girl had suddenly fallen on him aiming her elbow towards his chest, crushing his lungs.

He heard people shouting to them and the public went crazy while Gendry still stared shocked forward but reacted swiftly, before the bells rang again he picked the small boy up and walked out of the ring getting his jacket on his way. The boy kicked and fought all the way while Gendry rapidly found his way through the run down neighborhood and finally put him down when they were hidden from the sight of others in a dark, empty alley.
- What in the world do you think you’re doing!? He screamed.
- What! The boy/girl said.
- You want to get your ass kicked?!
- Isn’t what you do over there? She sighed and leaned toward the wall. I would’ve won too, if it wasn’t for you.
- But you’re a girl! His voice sounded annoyingly high even to him. And you wouldn’t have won, you would’ve become a bloody mess in less than five minutes!
Her eyes closed down ‘til they became angry slits as she stared at him.
- And what, you’re gonna go tell them that? That I’m a girl?
- No but… You could get hurt. Like really hurt.
- So can you, and you still do it!
- Point taken, but I am not a girl. Besides, you’re the size of a toy chihuahua and you can’t even be 18 yet. You know you have to be 18?
- I AM NOT A CHIHUAHUA. And yeah, 18, she said quoting it sarcastically with her fingers. And no, I am not, and why in the world does it matter to you! Geez!
Exasperated, she removed the knit cap that she’d been wearing on her head, letting down long wavy brown hair onto her chest. He’d been saying something about how wrong it was for a girl to get into that kind of activities but his voice drifted off. Seeing her with her hair lose, he could found himself staring at it. Thick, brown hair that matched perfectly with her grey eyes. He forgot himself for a second.
- Ah… Hrm. Why do you want to fight?
- Because I want to become strong, she said with a matter-of-fact voice.
- So you just jumped in there thinking you would just fight the first person you could find?! Without ever having been there before?!
- Well… Yeah.
He grabbed his hair pulling on the dark strands and tried to calm himself down. She was completely impossible! And at the same time, probably the cutest thing he’d ever seen…
No, wait! I can’t think like that. Oh stop it!
Blushing he looked away from her and tried to decide what to do with her when he finally got an idea.
- If I teach you… Would you promise me not to go back there…?
- No.
- Why do you want to go back there!
- I’d still want to watch!
- Oh. Well, okay. Then let me teach you.
- You will? Really?!
Her eyes lit up so much and she smiled such a bright smile that he had to laugh about the fact that she seemed completely happy with getting beat up during his training.
- THANK YOU! She said and standing on her toes she reached her arms around his neck and repeated the word again and again, but he barely heard her. He was too busy feeling her body against him and her soft hair tickling his face.
Sigh, what am getting myself into?

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Comment: I am normally not very happy reading Fanfics that make Arya look so off character. As a kid she’s too fucking headstrong and overly confident about her skills but is lucky enough not to get her ass whipped (well, not often, anyway!). So I decided I’d write my own short Fanfic… I don’t know if I will keep writing it but I wanted to show this part of “fists-but-not-much-brains”-Arya.
Then again, I haven’t read all the released books yet so I’m still getting to know her. Thank you for liking and reblogging. <3

andthisiswhativebecome: one of my favorite quotes!

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 22:56:42 -0400

andthisiswhativebecome:

one of my favorite quotes!