Chinese Courtyard By 熊丁

The way Aegon desperately wants to fill the conqueror's armor, even when it's evidently too large for him to fully take up. He looks like a boy slipping into his father's coat, a boy whose idea of his father as this invincible figure, who he can never quite reach, is destined to be popped some way or another.

Aegon isn't the only one who clings to the idea of the conqueror as this ideal. His shadow looms large over all of House Targaryen, this almost mythical figure whose legacy all Targaryen try to claim for themselves. They chase after his ghost, believing that to truly be a Targaryen, one must be like him: ruthless, powerful, and above all, victorious. They forget—or perhaps choose to ignore—that his victories were bathed in blood, that his crown was forged in fire and brutality. His legacy is a cursed throne, a throne that cuts most who sit upon it, a throne that pits people against each other.

Generation after generation, Targaryens name their children are after him. Aegon. A name dripping in history and blood and crushed dreams. They hope that this name will bring with them the strength and glory. A babe born to me, wearing the Conqueror's crown. But these hopes are often dashed. These children are caught in the endless cycle of violence that defines their bloodline. They keep meeting more and more horrific fates—murder, madness, betrayal.

The prophecy that the Conqueror himself used as justification for all the blood he spilt, the prophecy so many Targaryen feel like is theirs to fulfill—the promise of a hero who will save the world—only serves to further the rot. This prophecy, ever so vague and open to interpretation, is a way for them to give purpose to the endless wars and the pain. The Conqueror was no savior; he was a man driven by ambition and thirst for power, a man who saw kingdoms as prizes to be won and people as obstacles to be removed. He was a man who saw himself to be superior to others on the basis of what flowed through his veins.

BTS of Glen Powell doing Hit Man promo via Tim Dueñas' insta stories [x]

caught between a rock and a hard place (my hometown and the rest of the world)

idle town, conan gray / dead poets society (1989) / california, chappell roan / anne carson / unknown / ribs, lorde / paul revere, noah kahan / my tears ricochet, taylor swift / richard siken / little women (2019)

he was trying so hard to act like a troublemaking rebel while wearing his lil sweaters with the shirt collars peeking out.... whatever you say gorgeous

Otto & Aegon; grandson, pawn, king, drunk. . .

eros the bittersweet, anne carson / visions of excess, georges bataille / dreams of clytemnestra, dacia maraini / cut, catherine lacey / strangers, ethel cain / house of the dragon (2022–)

P.S. this is why i love tg. you can mix and match characters and still end up with some of the most juicy, fucked up, sickeningly doomed family dynamics known to man

Axel Schovelin (Danish, 1827–1893) - View of Frederiksborg Castle and the lake on a summer day

The Court of the Lions at the Alhambra, Granada, 1916. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

Studying history means having an existential crisis every other day because humans are always repeating the same mistakes 🫠