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You know I could tell you a lot of things that would scare you, Dina. I could tell you that I’m gonna make you my prison bitch. I could tell you that I’m gonna make you my house mouse. That I will have sex with you even if we don’t have an emotional connection. That I’m gonna do to you what Spring does to cherry trees but in a prison way. Pablo Neruda. But why bother? You’re too tough right? Yeah I know how easy it is to convince yourself you’re something that you’re not. You can do that on the outside. You can just keep moving. Keep yourself so busy you don’t have to face who you really are. But… you’re weak.
Back the fuck off me.
I’m like you, Dina. I’m weak too. I can’t get through this with somebody to touch, without somebody to love. Is that because sex numbs the pain? Or is is because I’m some evil fuck monster? I don’t know. But I do know I was somebody before I came in here. I was somebody with a life that I chose for myself. And now? Now it’s just about getting through the day without crying. And I’m scared, I’m still scared. I’m scared that I’m not myself in here and I’m scared that I am. Other people aren’t the scariest part of prison, Dina. It’s coming face to face with who you really are, because once you’re behind these walls theres nowhere to run, even if you could run. The truth catches up with you in here Dina, and it’s the truth that’s gonna make you her bitch.
Is it done then? They belong to me? *Pindas lu sa sir tida.* She asks if it is now done. *Sa tida. Pelos ji qlony. J’aspo eza zya azantyr.* It is done. She holds the whip. The bitch has her army. It is done. You hold the whip *Dovaogēdys!* Unsullied! *Naejot memēbātās!* Forward March! *Kelītīs!* Halt! *Ivetra j’aspo zya dyni do majis.* Tell the bitch her beast won’t come! *Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor.* A dragon is not a slave. *Ydra ji Valyre?* You speak Valyrian? *Nyke Daenerys Jelmāzmo hen Targārio Lentrot, hen Valyrio Uēpo ānogār iksan.* I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. *Valyrio muño ēngos ñuhys issa.* Valyrian is my mother tongue. *Dovaogēdys! Āeksia ossēnātās, menti ossēnātās, qilōni pilos lue vale tolvie ossēnātās, yn riñe dōre ōdrikātās. Urnet luo buzdaro tolvio belma pryjātās!* Unsullied! Slay the masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who holds a whip, but harm no child. Strike the chains off every slave you see! *Nyk skan jiva aeske! Zer sena! Zer sena!* I am your master! Kill her! Kill her!.
Hmm, a mockingbird. You created your own sigil didn’t you? Yes Appropriate, for a self made man with so many songs to sing… I’m glad you like it. Some people are fortunate enough to be born into the right family. Others have to find their own way. I heard a song once about a boy of modest means who found his way into the home of a very prominent family. He loved the eldest daughter, sadly she had eyes for another. When boys and girls live in the same home, awkward situations can arise. Sometimes I’ve heard even brothers and sisters develop certain affections, and when those affections become common knowledge, well… that is an awkward situation… indeed. Especially in a prominent family. Prominent families often forget a simple truth, I’ve found. And which truth is that? Knowledge is power.
Seize him. Cut his throat. Stop! *laughs* oh wait, I’ve changed my mind, let him go. Step back three paces. Turn around. Close your eyes.
Power is power.
Do see if you can take some time away from your coins and your whores to locate the Stark girl for me. I would very much appreciate it.
Shhh. Calm my sweet They’re still fighting. No ones going to hurt you. I’ll tell you a story, you know the one about the mother lion and her little cub, who lived in the woods. The Kingswood! Yes my love, in the Kingswood there lived a mother and her cub. She loved him very much. But there were other things that lived in the woods, evil things. Like what? Like stags. Stags aren’t evil, they only eat grass. And wolves. She could hear them howling in the night, little cub was frightened. His mother said ‘You are a lion my son, you mustn’t be afraid’. For one day all the beasts will bow to you, you will be king. All the stags will bow, all the wolves will bow, the bears in the North and the foxes of the South. All the birds in the sky and the beasts in the sea. They will all come to you little lion to rest a crown upon your head. and the cub said ‘Will I be strong and fierce like my father?’ ‘Yes’ said his mother, you will be strong and fierce just like your father. I will keep you safe my love. I promise you.
This is a fun piece I directed, co-edited, and colour corrected for the Tuesday show in our TV Week project at University. [Watch in HD here]
It’s for a show entitled ‘Candy’s Crack House’, a spoof chat show with a drag host.
As always, no cast or crew claim any ownership for music used, all rights belong to the relevant owners.
Director & DOP: Robert Hern Camera Operator: Danielle Puleston Camera Assistant: Jack Waters Editing: Jack Waters & Robert Hern Colour Correction: Robert Hern Talent - Candy: Joseph Lenton Talent: Molly Wright & Rebecca Allan
An amazingly directed and important video on Everyday Sexism, its creator and the online group that has brought women together to talk about the experience of daily sexualization and harassment and are typically kept from talking about.
For Sansa’s wedding dress the designer Michele Clapton wanted to have an embroidered band that wrapped around which symbolistically told Sansa’s life from the Tully and Stark beginnings to the entanglement with the Lannisters.
Her story starts at her lower back where the Tully fish and Stark Direwolf entwine as we move round to the front the Lannister Lion is becoming dominant over the Direwolf and at the back neck the Lions head is stamped onto Sansa. The dress colour was still very much Sansa Stark and the embroidery had pale golden tones but woven through the story are ripe red pomegranates, the red colour symbolising the growing Lannister influence over her. [x]