Fog Tripper posted:

"butterfly effect"

What the christ?

Intel&Sebastian posted:

Loved you in Last Action Hero

Blade_of_tyshalle posted:

I'm afraid I have to break kayfabe for a minute here, guys, and admit to something. Filming that scene was awkward, and Lena and I had to really build upon the trust we've created between one another over the years of this series to get through it. True, we haven't shared much screentime, but ultimately I think the performance speaks for itself and will stand as a memorable moment of the series no matter which way you fall on it.

Yes, my fellow Wild Cards, I am Charles Dance.

Fog Tripper posted:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2610015/Game-Of-Thrones-author-George-RR-Martin-hits-TV-shows-infamous-crypt-rape-scene.html



"butterfly effect"

What the christ?

In It For The Tank posted:

That's been his go-to term to describe the ramifications of all the little changes the show makes, and how they have to make increasingly bigger changes to accommodate the little changes they have already made.

Intel&Sebastian posted:

http://www.avclub.com/article/george-rr-martin-nikolaj-coster-waldau-and-directo-203689






Coster-waldau is a man who gets it.

Jeffrey posted:

I'm almost positive he says "the red god". Also, Melisandre and Thoros both say valar morghulis - I'm pretty sure they are combined for the purposes of the show. We'll see I guess, how close is Arya to Braavos?

Contra Calculus posted:

Welp, FYAD's new title sure is a thing.

Contra Calculus posted:

Welp, FYAD's new title sure is a thing.

Blade_of_tyshalle posted:

I believe you will find, as I have in recent years, that my performance in Ali G Indahouse is most likely the utter pinnacle of my career. Every role since has been but a pale, tawdry imitation of those eighty-five minutes of thespian brilliance.

someone who doesn't know a lot about GRRM posted:

thankYou sir, I really appreciate that you're always there for your readers <3

Junkenstein posted:

A loving time travelling tree. Still gets me every time.

Davros1 posted:

God, I going to regret asking thing but: seriously? A time traveling tree? Not like an Ent or anything? Just a tree?

Junkenstein posted:

That's actually a pretty cool way of looking at it.

Final book will have him breaking free and wrecking poo poo as a giant wood-based version of that computer woman from the end of Superman 3.

hobbesmaster posted:

They're pigs not bears! Wait, penny... Dear god.

IRQ posted:

80 posts about rape, man that takes me back.

Damo posted:

Aurain posted:

A comment on the live journal comment regarding the Jaime rape scene.
http://grrm.livejournal.com/367116.html?thread=19030284#t19030284

absolute asshai posted:

Now, if you please, I'd appreciate it if we could get back to Junot Diaz and Anne Perry and the subjects of the original post.

absolute asshai posted:

We're putting up a sample from THE WORLD OF ICE AND FIRE on my website, to join the samples from the next Wild Cards book (LOWBALL) and of course from WINDS OF WINTER (Mercy). It's a short excerpt from the section of Aegon's Conquest, complete with some kickass art.

And by the way, those of you who read only this Live Journal -- and there are a lot of you -- should check out my actual website some time. There's loads of interesting material there, from news stories to biography and bibliography and sections on my toy knights.

Anyway, do hope you all enjoy the Aegon piece. It will be up on the morrow.

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That evening, as he lay staring at the ceiling, his mind crowded with thoughts, his door cracked open. Of all the things he might have imagined would step through the door, the girl that slid into view wasn’t one of them.

As far as he could tell she was a nat. A jaw-droppingly beautiful one. Beauty wafted in with her like a scent that he inhaled through his eyes. Fashion model-slim, firm and soft in the right places. She wore jeans so tight they looked like she’d been dipped into them. Her shirt opened all the way down the front, a gauzy-thin, semi-transparent material. He could just see the curves of her breasts. Her large eyes were spaced widely, but they were more striking for it. Icy blue, sparkling, they studied him with a frankness that set his heart racing.

“I am for you tonight,” she said. “You must have fought well, yes?”

Marcus couldn’t say a word.

She considered him for a long moment, and then asked, “Is your tongue really black?”

Marcus had never heard a sexier question.

Her name was Olena. She sat beside him on his bed. The threads in the stitching of her jeans sparkled gold when she moved. She was Ukrainian, from a city called Poltava. “You know it?”

Marcus pursed his lips, frowned as if he was trying to place Poltava.

“It’s on the Vorskla,” she said. Her accent reminded him of when his sister used to imitate Natasha Fatale from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons. It would almost have been funny, except that she was too earnest, too beautiful, for him to possibly laugh at. “Is a river. Vorskla. You should know it.” She punctuated this by stabbing out her small hand and slapping him on the shoulder. “You live in New York, yes?”

Marcus nodded. He almost specified Jokertown, but the name died on his tongue.

“Do you know famous persons?”

“Not really.” Seeing disappointment in the way she bit the corner of her lip, he added, “I… I’m a little bit famous.” He chose not to say ‘infamous’.

“What makes you famous? Are you rapper?”

“Ah… no.” He had no idea what to say. He was famous for beating up a crooked cop? For living in sewers? For roaming around at night looking for thugs? “Just for… getting in trouble.”

This seemed to please her. She laughed and swayed into him. “You’re bad boy, aren’t you? I can tell you are!” Her head dipped coyly. For a moment her face was hidden behind a screen of her long black hair. Then she parted her hair with a hand, scooped it clear and swiped it over her shoulder. “Show me your tongue.”

Initially, Marcus refused, but she insisted. She seemed fascinated, first staring into this open mouth and then making him demonstrate his talent. She clapped with pleasure when he shot his tongue out and nailed the far wall.

“Is you’re ‘little snake’ as long as that?” she asked, sliding a hand over his torso.

Marcus felt an instant erection press against the scales of his groin.

She pulled her hand away and changed the subject. “Where would you take me in New York?”

An easy enough question, but it stumped him. Where would he take her?

“Not just your apartment,” she cautioned. “Not just there. I need to see places. United Nations. Broadway. Liberty Statue. Where else?”

To his relief, she didn’t make him answer the question. She went on talking about the places she wanted to see. Not just in New York, but at random points all across America. Marcus tried to listen, but he couldn’t understand who or what she was. Where had she come from? How was it possible that she was sitting here on his bed chatting with him like it was the most normal thing in the world? Why was she speaking as if they had a future together, filled with voyages to amazing places? He wanted to know, but he didn’t want to ask. Asking might kill whatever spell he was living in.

“Are you a good man?” she asked.

Marcus’s stomach knotted. “I try to be.”

“I know you are. I can see it in you. You won’t hurt me, will you?”

“No, I would never-”

“Asmodeus is not a good man. He hurts me. He wins and then hurts me. I say I don’t want to go to him but he always chooses me. That’s not so good for me. A better thing is that you fight and win and have me. Be a monster at fighting. A monster for me. Then we will do things to make you happy. All the things you want. You know what I mean.”

His face must’ve indicated that he didn’t.

Olena slipped off the bed on to her knees, sliding her hands across his scales. She smiled and whispered, “I show you.”

Smiling Jack posted:

So is it out yet