Jon: How Do I Look?

Why should it make sense to someone that didn't make it?

Edd Tollett and Grenn book art. Cause they are my 2 favorite boys 💜💜

Credit to @mrsjadecurtiss cause I redrew one of their works and ispired the other off of it :-)

Cloud and Tseng are just trying to get to Nibelheim

Couple b*d sketches I did of some of my favorite brotherhood boiz

Death Claw painting

All of Beetlejuice’s Cut or Hidden Songs (with links of course!!):

- Mama Would

- The Whole Being Dead Thing (reprise 3)

- That Beautiful Sound (reprise) 

- The Children We Didn’t Have

- The Box

- Dead Mom (reprise) 

- The Whole Being Dead Thing (reprise 4)

- There’s Gonna be a Good Old-Fashioned Wedding

- Everything is Meh

- Emily Would

The key is the number of belts

‪This is how Rude lets Reno know he safely landed the chopper for a mission on his own

Dolorous Edd is a gift

“Bad enough when the dead come walking,” he said to Jon and they crossed the village, “now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I’ll warrant. And who’s to say bones wouldn’t lie? Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints -the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do…”

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“What do you think happened to them all?” Jon asked. “Something worse than we can imagine,” suggested Dolorous Edd. “Well, I might be able to imagine it, but I’d sooner not. Bad enough to know you’re going to come to some awful end without thinking about it aforetime.”

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“Lord Mormont’s in the hall,“ he announced. “He said for to join him. Best leave the wolf outside, he looks hungry enough to eat one of Craster’s children. Well, truth be told, I’m hungry enough to eat one of Craster’s children, so long as he was served hot.”

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Dolorous Edd was feeding the horses. “Give the wildling an axe, why not?” He pointed out Mormont’s weapon, a short-hafted battle-axe with gold scrollwork inlaid on the black steel blade. “He’ll give it back, I vow. Buried in the Old Bear’s skull, like as not. Why not give him all our axes, and our swords as well? I mislike the way they clank and rattle as we ride. We’d travel faster without them, straight to hell’s door. Does it rain in hell, I wonder? Perhaps Craster would like a nice hat instead.”

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“You cheer me,” said Edd, sounding utterly morose.

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“There’s always a bear,” declared Dolorous Edd in his usual tone of gloomy resignation. “One killed my brother when I was young. Afterward it wore his teeth around its neck on a leather thong. And they were good teeth too, better than mine. I’ve had nothing but trouble with my teeth.”