Pulp Fiction and Kill Bill (vía @percivalesco)
Jaime sat alone at the table while the shadows crept across the room. As dusk began to settle, he lit a candle and opened the White Book to his own page. Quill and ink he found in a drawer. Beneath the last line Ser Barristan had entered, he wrote in an awkward hand that might have done credit to a six-year-old being taught his first letters by a maester:
"Defeated in the Whispering Wood by the Young Wolf Robb Stark during the War of the Five Kings. Held captive at Riverrun and ransomed for a promise unfulfilled. Captured again by the Brave Companions, and maimed at the word of Vargo Hoat their captain, losing his sword hand to the blade of Zollo the Fat. Returned safely to King’s Landing by Brienne, the Maid of Tarth."
When he was done, more than three-quarters of his page still remained to be filled between the gold lion on the crimson shield on top and the blank white shield at the bottom. Ser Gerold Hightower had begun his history, and Ser Barristan Selmy had continued it, but the rest Jaime Lannister would need to write for himself. He could write whatever he chose, henceforth.
Whatever he chose …
Cómo definir a Jaime Lannister en un fragmento.
George R.R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire: A Storm of Swords (via lnknorg)
SUPER SMASH WARS
Adoro esa mezcla que se daba en los States en la segunda mitad del XIX. Un país medio salvaje y que a la vez daba saltos tecnológicos que hacían empalidecer al mundo.
Upper West Side, Manhattan, 1848
Boston a vista de globo, 1860
El Capitolio, 1846
La canción de Howard a Bernardette en The Big Bang Theory, con la letra