despite being finals, i finished watching S2 of shadow and bone. no spoilers but i can definitely say that you might feel some of these things as you watch each episode:
1. alina being her dramatic and powerful selfđ€©
2. wanting the darkling dead so badly(his wish for alina to make him her villain came true)đ
3. kaz f***in brekkerđ„”(feeling bad for him tho)
4. drooling over all S&B men(rarely kiriganđ)
5. wesperđ, mostly baby wylan
6. nik becoming your new favourite with his blue eyes and blonde hair and smug smirks and sweet af smilesđ
7. inej and her knivesđ«
8. tamar and tolyađ
9. nina and her snacks(totally relatable)đ
10. mal is a *beeeeeeeeeeep*(ep 6)
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Rhaenyra Targaryen was the first-born child of King Viserys I Targaryen by his first wife, Aemma Arryn. At the age of eight she was made her fatherâs heir and grew up expecting to become the first ruling Queen of Westeros.
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i want more mal fics
â±âat the end of the day
â pairing ; malyen oretsev x reader
â warnings ; descriptions of a fight, blood
â note ; first fic/blurb about shadow and bone - also not edited
you watched from the sidelines â wincing at every sound of skin hitting skin; holding your breath whenever malâs head whip to the side; watching blood spill.
fights between first army men were normal â occurring whenever there were no orders being yelled out to the squadrons, or when sitting in the cold became too much.
pressed shoulder to shoulder with the men and women in the crowd, you were shoved side to side as they roared with excitement â taunting, cheering, and betting on who would come out victorious.
âget him mal!â
âyou got this!â
the men that you knew as dubrov and mikhael shouted from mere meters away from you â the look of excitement covering their faces instead of worry and dread.
dread that their friend wouldnât make it out the same way he entered.
a strong punch to his jaw sent mal tumbling into the crowd, dubrov and mikhael catching his hastily. as they steadied him, mal cast a quick look around the tent, his eyes immediately finding yours.
you didnât need to mouth a word to him, your eyes speaking enough. be safe.
with a swift nod back, mal readied his hands once more, the white fabric that was wrapped around them stained with blood, growing more red as it absorbed the blood from split knuckles beneath.
and before you knew it â the man standing across from him fell.
â
as soon as the fight finished, you walked off â preparing the things that you needed to tend to malâs wounds.
what felt like hours, mal had finally arrived â a large grin covering his face, and eyes sparkling as he replayed the fight in his head.
âsit.â
his quick feet brought him to sit on the crate in front of you â the grin still ever so present on his face.
holding a single hand out, mal laid his hand in yours, watching as you unraveled the blood soaked material.
he didnât speak as he watched your hands work. as rough and calloused as they might have been from years in the first army, your worked gently â hands slowly peeling and removing the wrap without hurting him any further then he was to the best of your ability.
even in the midst of war, you had a gentle soul.
âso, whatâd you think?â mal asked, his eyes flickering between your working hands and your concentrated face.
âit was sure something.â
âyouâre not impressed?â
âhow could I be when your here bloodied and bruised day in and day out due to stupid fights for foreign money?â you set his hand down on his thigh and gestured for his other one.
âhey, foreign money is hard to come by here-â
âitâs foreign money mal â it means that itâs useless here,â you muttered.
despite all your focus on tending to his hands, you still bit back quick and sharp â while your soul was gentle, your mouth wasnât.
but maybe you had gotten that from him.
âweâll be rich when we get out of here though,â mal spoke gently, his eyes focused on your face, gouging some sort of reaction.
âif we do mal, if.â
âwhen.â
sighing you let his hand fall to his lap â the gentleness that was used for his other hand now gone. âfine, when. I just donât understand why fight have to be a nightly occurrence â can you not take a break for one moment and actually heal?â
âyou patch me up after every fight â iâm healed perfectly fine for the next one,â he casually shrugged, pulling new bandages out of your shoulder bag which sat on the grass.
âhealing as if physically â not mentally, mal,â you grabbed the material out of his swollen hands, taking it upon yourself like you usually did, to wrap his hands correctly. âa year from now, your hands wonât even be able to write properly-â
âif they can still pull a trigger, then theyâre perfectly fine-â
âmal.â
you looked at him with harsh eyes â an ounce of you begging for him to just listen for once. and he did â he leaned back slightly, and lowered his head slightly.
âI donât mind patching you up â in fact, if I can help, I will,â you tied the knot as you finished wrapping his hand, moving onto wrapping the next one. âbut seeing you with split brows, swollen hands, and bruised eyes â I can only take so much. seeing you like that is hard for me.â
mal didnât speak for a few moments afterwards, waiting silently for you to finish wrapping this hand until he did.
instead of pulling his newly wrapped hand away from yours, he brought his other hand to a close around it â your hand sandwiched between his. âIâm sorry â I really am,â he rose to his feet, pushing himself closer to you as he did so. âbut if I have to fight every night for the rest of my life, just to end up alone with you â then thatâs something that I would do in a heartbeat.â
âyou donât have to spill blood to be close to me, you know that right?â
he smirked, his eyes twinkling with something that youâve come to know as mischief. âyeah, but itâs a win-win situation â I have my fun, and still end up here with you at the end of the day.â
âyouâre a pain.â
âonly for you.â
I'm yet to see The Sandman, all I know is that everyone is hot af
The task of modifying and modernizing the Sandman, aka Morpheusâ look, fell to veteran makeup and hair designer Graham Johnston.
âTo me, it was a sort of slightly new romantic goth feel to him,â Johnston explains. âAnd the main thing was his hair. What I wanted to do was give a sort of unreal look to it, but also a look that would be acceptable moving amongst mankind â so that he can be striking but not out of place.â
âItâs a LOT of hair products,â he recalls, laughing. âWe had a session with Tom where I sat down and was like Edward Scissorhands attacking the hair.â (x)
I loved this episode, they're such love sick pups đ
#Matt is meÂ
I get it
Why are they torturing us
Daemon Targaryen really went out there, faked a marriage, a pregnancy, stole a whole ass dragon egg and almost started political war just so he can be the center of attention. He's a menace to society, but we like him regardless.
(I said what I said)
I feel so proud, I can't describe it đ
Oh my f**kin god you have no idea. Me and buddies are gonna have a watch party. I'm so tensed about the finale though, we all are so nervous and anxious it's crazy đŹ
bro i am so fuckin stressed about st and i canât watch until later and i just want all my favs to make it out and i know itâs not gunna happenđđđ