day fifteen — where’s Rickon?
he’s found another family for Christmas! they read stories AND he gets to be the oldest child for a change!
Day 12 - A Very Merry Stark-Mas
I’m sure they all got coal that year. Because what else would a northern kid want in the dead of winter?
DAY 12 - I’M DREAMING OF A RED CHRISTMAS - A GRRM FANMIX
graphic by carlie, fanmix by stephie
1.) i hate everything about you - three days grace
i hate everything about you,
why do i love you?
2.) angels fuck - jack off jill
but me, but you
not me
hate you
love me, love me, hate you
want me, fuck you, hate me
kill you
fuck me, like you, want me
like you want you fuck you
fuck me, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck me
fuck you, fuck me, fuck you fuck you fuck me,
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck me
i will never make it better,
it will always hurt you fucking asshole!
3.) kiss with a fist - florence + the machine
you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate over my head
then i set fire to our bed.
a kick in the teeth is good for some
a kiss with a fist is better than none.
4.) please please please let me get what i want - the smiths
good times for a change
see the luck i’ve had would make a good man turn bad
so please, please, please let me, let me, let me
get what i want this time
lord knows it would be the first time.
5.) the perfect drug - nine inch nails
i come along but i don’t know where you’re taking me,
i shouldn’t go but you’re wrenching, dragging, shaking me.
without you…everything falls apart.
without you… it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces.
6.) judith - a perfect circle
it’s not like you killed someone,
it’s not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.
praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed,
he did it all for you
7.) love the way you lie - eminem + rhianna
i can’t tell you what it really is,
i can only tell you what it feels like
and right now it’s a steel knife in my windpipe
i can’t breathe but i still fight while i can fight
as long as the wrong feels right, it’s like i’m in flight
high off of love, drunk from my hate,
it’s like i’m huffing paint and i love it the more i suffer, i suffocate
and right before i’m about to drown, she resuscitates me
she fucking hates me and i love it.
Wait! Where you going?
“i’m leaving you”
“no you ain’t.” come back we’re running right back.
here we go again
just gonna stand here and watch me burn,
but that’s alright because i like the way it hurts.
just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
but that’s alright because i love the way you lie.
8.) almost human - volitaire
“what did i ever do to you
that you should treat me this way?
is it really such a crime
for an angel to speak his mind?
in time i’ll try to shed some light
if i were a big boy i wouldn’t cry
but since i’m not a big boy, i’ll have to cry
It’s a Lannister Life: Jaime would have had life a lot easier if only he’d had a sassy gay guardian angel to help him out.
~ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE AS LOVE ACTUALLY ~
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals’ door in King’s Landing. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the Kingslayer killed the Mad King, as far as I know, none of the ravens from the people in all of Westeros were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… LOVE ACTUALLY, IS ALL AROUND.
- THE RED WEDDING
In an imaginary alternative Westeros, where Christmas was celebrated as a real thing and where ~tolerance~ was accepted by all, the young Lannister twins, golden lions of Casterly Rock were getting ready for what would be not only the best Christmas of their lives, but the best day of their lives.
Indeed on Christmas Day of that year, Year of the Lion, Cersei and Jaime Lannister, age 25, were going to get married. The whole realm was impatiently awaiting this event, as it would bring joy and fairy smiles into everybody’s hearts, and mostly because they had been waiting for it for what seemed to be their whole lives.
As it was, the joyful crowd was screaming and clapping in the streets, some wearing some Santa hats, some simply wearing a huge smile.
Inside, Tywin and Joanna Lannister, Lord and Lady of Casterly Rock, euphoric parents of the happy couple, were giving out Santa Hats to all of their guests (all the Houses of the Seven Kingdoms were there! EVERYONE WAS HAPPY.)
And Cersei and Jaime walked through the great hall. Everyone could, in that unique moment, see for themselves why they were commonly called the most beautiful woman and the most beautiful man of Wasteros. Their Santa hats didn’t seem out of place at all, even if it was wedding, and were actually matching with their golden hair, and their piercing green eyes. They were holding hands, smiling widely, and they waved at their guests.
And the rest is history.
Because of obvious twincest reasons, the ceremony was to be private, so they went back to their room (or Cersei’s room, which would now become their room.) The official ceremony would be outside, without them taking part of it, because that makes total sense.
They would get married as they entered the world, holding each other tightly and when he is inside me i feel whole aaaaahhhh, and everything was going to be beautiful. First they stared at each other and whispered “I do” together, and then they exchanged their vows.
Jaime was the first to speak, a single tear rolling down his cheek : “I’ve always known, we’ve always known we couldn’t live without each other. One soul in two bodies and you make me feel complete we’ve been saying this forever why would, we came into this world together and we belong together, and we’ll live together, always together. I need only you. Ever. I love you. Lalala.”
Then it was Cersei’s turn, and joy was literally bursting out of her : “I love you. You’re all I want for Christmas. You’re all i want for the rest of my life. You’re all I ever want. I love you.”
And they kissed and they embraced and outside everyone cried and cheered and it was indeed the best Christmas Westeros had ever known.
The Red Wedding would be remembered forever as one of the most glorious moments in the history of the Seven Kingdoms.
Day 4 - Birds Fly North | an Alayne Stone fanmix (by Tam)
“They have offered a hundred stags for word of her whereabouts, and a hundred dragons for the girl herself. If the girl can be found, she will be found.”
vernonia blues / horse feathers;
there’s a pain the west, a sinking feeling deep down in their chests. a little girl, a town with her name, her daddy died before she had came. to see the place and just how it laid to waste. the rain it came and did not stop
paradise / noah and the whale;
when she was just a girl she expected the world but it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth. life goes on, it gets so heavy and the wheel breaks the butterfly. in the night, the stormy night, she closed her eyes… away she flies
heart of my own / basia bulat;
but i kept my eyes closed, i’ll never know where the shadows are these days. i stood in the room of a house divided, ah, and it washed away from me. - back home what do i hold? for the maid or the mother i’ll be, if only the loom and a thread will hold. it is work too but as that i hear it, tomorrow i’ll mend it: the empty bones
winter is coming / radical face;
i see the winter, she’s crawling up the lawn. i feel her breathing beneath my palms - but we’re all out of time, nothing left to decide. pack your things up quick, this one can’t be fixed. leave the rest of it behind
colleen / joanna newsom;
he said, “my lady looks perturbed - (the light is in your eyes, colleen.)” i said, “whatever can you mean?” he leaned in and said, “you ain’t forgotten everything.”
you’ve gone away long enough / mirah;
if the light takes you in will you know where you’ve been all this time, at the edge of a cliff you could almost just slip down the side. when there’s so much to do don’t you wish you could make up your mind? but it know it’s elusive, it grows and it burns you inside
snowflake / kate bush;
my broken hearts, my fabulous dance, my fleeting song. my twist and shout. i am ice and dust and light. i am sky and here. i can hear people, i think you are near me now, and the world is so loud. keep falling. i’ll find you.
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