independent & selective TORMUND GIANTSBANE.                                         independent & selective BRIENNE OF TARTH.

“Oh, I think that Lord Tyrion is quite a large man,” Maester Aemon said from the far end of the table. He spoke softly, yet the high officers of the Night’s Watch all fell quiet, the better to hear what the ancient had to say. “I think he is a giant come among us, here at the end of the world.”

Can you reblog this if you’d RP with someone over 30?

I was reading through the comments in the tags, and I noticed a lot of:

People over 29 are not automatically creepy or pedos. They are just as likely to be either as a 20 year old; most are less creepy because they are more experienced. Age discrimination is pretty gross. Does anyone really think that 29+ yr olds are going to think less about the concerns of smutting with someone under a age of majority? No, they probably think about it more because they haven’t been a grown child for years and face the real world more then the kiddos around.

Saying “As long as you’re not X” is pretty gross because it is implying that they are more likely to and contributes to the very reason why people over 29 are so reluctant about sharing their age — It IS age-based discrimination.

Also, just because someone is 30 yrs old does not mean they are something less than because they are still interested in rping. If you do the math based on the theory that most rpers begin around the age of 15-17, they may have been rping since the early 2000s, and some for even longer. That is 15+ yrs, so why would they suddenly be disinterested in something they have been doing for longer than some rpers are in total age. Do you know how many years of experience 15 yrs adds up to? If you want to become a good writer, then seek out those with the most experience.

If you don’t discriminate against rpers for being younger, then don’t do it because they are older. Nothing in life should have a time limit or expiration on interests that make people happy and bring no harm to others.

Personally, I hope to still have a passion and love for rping when I’m 90 yrs old and sitting in my nursing home. Never forget, kiddos, that you’ll be “old” someday and facing people telling you not to love the things you love because you’re past your expiration date.

Game of Thrones Season 6 Bloopers

Peter Dinklage trying to say the word benevolent: reblog if you agree

      Tyrion was the last person he had been expecting. Here, in the tavern, after all this time. After murdering their father and fleeing the kingdom.

      His throat suddenly felt dry.

      ‘Tyrion,’ Jaime responded, and a long moment hung between them before he went on. ‘…Why?’

     It’s the only word he can muster–why was he here, why did he kill their father, why did he run… Why?

                 Why. Twas a fair question, really -- though at the same time, it was one that needed no answer. He had spiraled down and down since Jaime had revealed the truth about Tysha. He’d killed Shae first; her betrayal had been too much and no matter how she’d pleaded with him, he could not get past her replacing him with his father. Whore or no, Tyrion had loved her. 

          “Why indeed.” He takes a long swig of his wine, grimacing at the taste as he regards his brother. 

       “Why do you think?”

♕ ::|| @lcnnister

     Startled awake from her book slipping out of her hand and DROPPING onto the floor, Catherine’s hazel eyes opened onto Tyrion’s head of curls. Like they had done since they were children at the Rock, the two had fallen asleep together after drifting off to sleep from READING. They’d been whispered about for Tyrion leaving her rooms so often in the morning, but her servants knew the truth that NOTHING untoward ever occurred between them and eventually the rumors had died away. It became fact that they would share rooms simply to read and last night had been ONE such occasion. Catherine had missed him while she’d been Cersei’s lady for all these years and had invited him to the Keep. They were OLDER now, but waking like this with him put a smile on her face. It was nice to have her best friend back where she could talk to him all night long and not have to wait for riders or ravens to pass their notes and letters back and forth. Passing a hand through the ends of his hair, Catherine called to him in SLUMBER. ❝Tyrion, wake up.❞

Tyrion wakes to the feel of her hand in his hair and her voice in his ear, mismatched eyes opening to meet those of his companion. He's not sure when they'd fallen to sleep, nor how long they've been asleep, but the sun is shining through the sheer curtains and that tells him it's morning. The half-man smiles up at her as a small pair of hands shift the book from his lap so he can sit properly and stretch his arms. It does little to ease the pains sleeping in such a bad position has caused, but he makes no complaint and turns his full attention to her. She's an utter delight to the eye and even better company. Tyrion still isn't sure why she's chosen to stay with him over his - much more popular - brother, but he's happy she has.  

That alone is to make it so that the whispers that circulate each time he leaves her chambers don't matter. To him, what matters is he's found someone he knows he can trust that his family can't take from him.  She's been there since he was a child - had supported him after Tysha a few years back - and understands him perhaps better than all others.  Perhaps that's what he likes so much about her: she sees him for what he is and she doesn't care. She sees the man, not the monster everyone claims him to be.

"Good morning, Cat." he finally speaks, "--I don't remember dozing off. Do you?"