The Hound’s Inbox, circa GOT and COK
Requested by: anonymous, smokeandsalt, and westeroswolf
BEST THING EVER. XD
Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. :)
*DIES*
“As soon as I get back, we can all have a team lunch or something. Woot woot, Kingsgaurd!”
#Jamie has a letterman jacket #Sandor is bitter and won’t give up his leather jacket #the Kettleblacks beat up kids behind the gym
30 DAYS OF A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
favourite story from the history of a house → house cleganeThe Hound escorted Sansa across the drawbridge. As they were winding their way up the steps, she said, “Why do you let people call you a dog? You won’t let anyone call you a knight.”
“I like dogs better than knights. My father’s father was kennelmaster at the Rock. One autumn year, Lord Tytos came between a lioness and her prey. The lioness didn’t give a shit that she was Lannister’s own sigil. Bitch tore into my lord’s horse and would have done for my lord too, but my grandfather came up with the hounds. Three of his dogs died running her off. My grandfather lost a leg, so Lannister paid him for it with lands and a towerhouse, and took his son to squire. The three dogs on our banner are the three that died, in the yellow of autumn grass. A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he’ll look you straight in the face.”
I missed this so much in the show.
It’s a shame, too - the one time book!Sandor managed to make harmless small talk, they cut it. So nicer Show!Sandor doesn’t say these lines, the only approaching-socially-acceptable lines he says in the book.
He doesn’t say, “That one is nothing to fear, girl. Paint stripes on a toad, he does not become a tiger.”
He doesn’t say, “Enough.”
Okay, whatev, show.
Why can’t I hold all these Blackwater feelings?
Last post on Blackwater for today (back to usual multifandom/personal Tumblr tomorrow).
Beware: A Storm of Swords spoilers and weird symbolism. Brace yourselves for woman power and SanSan feelz.
And there are pics, folks!
*Posting this again because the crap tumblr iPad app I was using was, well, crap. Tags didn’t work and what’s a post without tags!?
Wait what???!?! He was in Ratcatcher????! how did i not know this!!!?
He was an extra in Willow??? How did I not know this? *dead*
Oh my god he’s wearing a Hound t-shirt ohhhhh <3<3<3
But oh, he’s not a “knight of House Baratheon” how could you get that so very wrong? ;_;
“Game of Boobies as in because there’s a lot of boobies in it? Yeah, there is a lot of boobies going about.”
Oh my god I’m dying laughing over here hahashfhhaha
I went out to the wilds, round a fire, in the wet, in the rain, in the woods, and I read that book, and I read it again and again, and I found out that I had got the part, obviously, and when I did meet George, the book was literally twice the size and smelt of stale woodsmoke, and I remember he grabbed it and said “What the hell have you done to my book?” and remember saying, “George, this is how you’re meant to read it, round a fire at night, in the drizzle.”
OH MY GOD!! DEAR LORD HE’S SO LOVELY AHHHHHHH!!!! <3<3<3<3<3
HE GOT HIS FIRST ACTING JOB BY ACCIDENT BECAUSE HE WAS CLIMBING AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE EXPLORING CASTLES WHO IS THIS MAN?!?!?!?! Oh god I need to go watch Willow and see if I can’t spot him!!!
You never know. I would say if there was any chance on Game of Thrones it would be the mandolin, because it’s part of the lute family, but would the Hound be picking up a mandolin? My god, he’d have to be throwing his sword away. Will he ever throw his sword away? I don’t know, maybe the readers know that, I don’t know.
“I like the outdoors, and I like my own company, and before I was an actor I was a lumberjack, and I remember at mealtimes, everywhere we were spread in the forest, all the saws would stop, and there was silence, and it was the time to read The Lord of the Rings for an hour, and I did the same thing with George’s books.
I went out to the wilds, round a fire, in the wet, in the rain, in the woods, and I read that book, and I read it again and again, and I found out that I had got the part, obviously, and when I did meet George, the book was literally twice the size and smelt of stale woodsmoke, and I remember he grabbed it and said “What the hell have you done to my book?” and remember saying, “George, this is how you’re meant to read it, round a fire at night, in the drizzle.”
Oks, let’s honour the gods of plaid shirts and wood cabins for this.
Stitching the Standard by Edmund Blair Leighton
Nice stranger: Hello, milady, what are you doing?
Me: O hai! I’m stitching my husband’s coat of arms~
NS: Your husband, milady?
Me: *proud* Lord Sandor Clegane!
Sandor: I’m no Lord… (And, by the way, bugger this/bugger that/bugger you!)
Me: Hush
NC: But, milady, this thing you are stitching… How is that a d…
Me: HUSH NOW!!!
