ilvalentinos:

like i honestly can’t even be disgusted or surprised because this is just so in character of d&d way to miss the fucking point of the entire fucking nature of the cersei/jaime relationship

like not only did you miss the fact that robb stark’s story is fundamentally catelyn’s story you also missed. the point. that cersei/jaime is fundamentally a relationship rooted in consent?????? like that is literally the WHOLE POINT of this relationship; this is the one person in the world that cersei chooses to be with, that she wasn’t sold to or commodified by. she was sold to robert baratheon when she was 16 and was raped and physically abused for the entirety of their marriage pretty much, and has had to use her sex to consolidate her power in the aftermath and through it all jaime is the only person she EVER chooses to have sex with

and you come up with this

like god how hard is it to follow the template of something that’s ALREADY EXPLICITLY SET OUT FOR YOU but hey you gotta have material to jack off over right and nothing’s better than rape huh



Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho (2014)

Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho (2014)

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Have you ever met someone on the internet that you liked so much that you sometimes sit there and think “Oh man there are people who are lucky enough to see this person IN THE FLESH ON A REGULAR BASIS and I wonder if they realize how LUCKY they are”



"She touched his face. “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that.” She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”
There was no tenderness in the kiss he returned to her, only hunger. Her mouth opened for his tongue. “No,” she said weakly when his lips moved down her neck, “not here. The septons…”
“The Others can take the septons.” He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles aside and lifted her up onto the Mother’s altar, pushing up her skirts and the silken shift beneath. She pounded on his chest with feeble fists, murmuring about the risk, the danger, about their father, about the septons, about the wrath of gods. He never heard her. He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart.
One hand slid up her thigh and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moon’s blood was on her, but it made no difference.
“Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. “Yes,” Cersei said as he thrust, “my brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.” She kissed his ear and stroked his short bristly hair. Jaime lost himself in her flesh. He could feel Cersei’s heart beating in time with his own, and the wetness of blood and seed where they were joined."
— George R.R. Martin, A storm fo swords (via sansalayned)

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