GOT/ASOIAF ABC → c is for clegane, house [x]

cleganekeep:

ASOIAF: helmets by ~Lipatov

houndgirrl:

tried for a while to get a good cap of sandor running down the stairs. finally came up with this.

I don’t give a rat’s ass for you or your brother, I have a brother too.

tumblrofthrones:

“First up I would like to say thanks to WIC for yet again letting us actors know what is happening.

KG and the detractors – if you knew actually me or had seen any of my proper acting work your opinion would have weight then people might give your opinions some consideration. Also a major…

houndgirrl:

This new man, the one she doesn’t know, the one she’s known forever, he’s good. He helps her. She told him what happened, she didn’t even really know why. But it was better after that. When she told him about it she cried, but it wasn’t like before. She felt … stronger.  She writes it down for him. He is a protector. He knows her somehow. He has scars too. The damaged draw the damaged.

Sometimes she’s numb, and its good. She laughs sometimes, and that’s good too. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Sometimes she cries, but sometimes she can’t. Then she goes and hides, curled up in bed and dreams the dream again … and remembers …

She lay under him, on her stomach and watched the blood drip onto the clean white sheets. Otis Redding singing in the background, ‘These Arms of Mine”. One of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, bending her backwards, the other twisting her right arm behind her back. He would talk sometimes. She could hear his voice, deep and angry, but she didn’t know what he said. Pain in her arm, her stomach, her ribs, everywhere. The pain drowned out his words and she crawled into it, hiding from him. You can’t make me hear you. That was the only power she had and she embraced it.

Read more: http://houndgirrl.blogspot.com/2011/09/scars.html#more