Image of Saturn taken by Cassini spacecraft in October 28, 2016.
Credit: NASA / JPL / Cassini
I like to see someone get back to themselves or become more like themselves again after a long period of cloudiness and rain in their life. It makes me feel so happy to see them happy again.
DRAGONSTONE Artwork by Allen Douglas
The First Men and then the Andals both settled the rocky isles of Blackwater Bay, making themselves lords and living by piracy and fishing. The largest of these islands, dominated by the volcanic Dragonmont, would come to be known as Dragonstone.
Two hundred years before the Doom, the Freehold of Valyria sent an expedition to seize Dragonstone and make it the westernmost outpost of its vast empire. The citadel that they raised there to guard their new possession was shaped by Valyrian magic into an imposing structure impossible to create by any other means—with towers shaped like dragons, doorways that gaped like the mouths of dragons, and hundreds of gargoyles adorning the wall, forming a menagerie of fanciful beasts that bristled from the stone.
Twelve years prior to the Doom, Aenar Targaryen moved his kin, treasures, and dragons to Dragonstone after his maiden daughter, Daenys the Dreamer, foretold the destruction of Valyria. The Targaryens thus became the only dragonlords to survive both the Doom and the war-torn years called the Century of Blood that followed. Over that century, the Targaryens looked more to the east than to the west, however, busy with the various machinations and wars between the Free Cities in the aftermath of the Doom.
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We don’t get to choose who we love.
“Why I hate straight men,” a thread by me. Congrats, you assholes. You just scared me to fucking death. You know what’s the worse bit? Feeling helpless because you know that you can’t risk angering them. That’s it. That’s the worst fucking part.
ALEXANDER POHL
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There’s no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There’s no knowing where we’re rowing Or which way the river’s flowing Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing ‘Cause the rowers keep on rowing And they’re certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing!
Gene Wilder / Mel Stuart’s Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971)