For some reason, I was thinking about how my dogs would be sorted and what ASOIAF families they would likely belong to. Sirius is a Gryffindor (no surprise, given his namesake). He’s brave and brash and loud and doesn’t give a fuck that he’s half dachshund, he will rip your face off. So he’s also a Targaryen. Obama is a Hufflepuff, also a Tully (maybe a Mormont?). Super loyal, pretty mellow, but has a pretty fierce bark when he wants to be intimidating.
Look it’s Sansa’s needlework.
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Sandor Clegane by ~Vestergaard
This one’s been kicking around for a while, but who could resist Sandor in his cheesy dog head tunic? It’s like the granny sweater of tourney fashion.
Can you imagine him picking this out in a shop, or having it made? “Grrr. Red, size XXXXXL, with a scary dogface on the front because I’M THE HOUND.”
Or maybe Sandor is a secret DIY’er and made it himself, holed up in his quarters with some felt and a needle, just to impress Sansa at the tourney. That went over real well.
You know when you’re so drunk you can’t sleep because when you close your eyes the room starts spinning, so you end up watching a Real Housewives marathon at 3 am? When Sandor gets the spins he stays up and works on his embroidery.
So I had the thought that asoiaf fic set at the Olympics would MAKE MY LIFE.
But honestly, would it even work? I don’t think sportsmanship and international harmony are real big in Westeros.
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19. The initials of your crush(es)
Privileged information, tumblrites! Sorry. I don’t really have a legit crush on anyone the moment anyway, I basically just fall in love with guys I see on the bus and create elaborate fantasy lives in my head and then I’m over it.
