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Rarely have I been so sceptical of salad. Maybe lovecraft had a point.
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I feel the need to point out that even within the clear negative connotations, by AFFC GRRM also presents the explanation that breastfeeding Sweetrobin was the up until then only safe way of preventing his stress-driven seizures. So it's not ONLY a way of extending exclusive ownership over her son (at the exclusion of trying other safe ways) but it is also driven by a necessity of protection that simply went awry. Her unhealthy love is replaced by even more dangerous substitutes (sweet milk, after milk of the poppy), making Littlefinger his new nursemaid, having stolen power over the boy by killing his mother.
can we talk about breastmilk in asoiaf? are you guys ready for that conversation
#breastmilk#breastfeeding#food symbolism#lysa arryn#sweetrobin#daenerys targaryen#gilly the wildling
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Elia was LITERALLY holding his "newborn son" in her arms when he decided he needed a third child ASAP.
Like. Please. Please. It's not even that subtle.
You are stupid, you know that? 🤮
"What is honor compared to a woman's love"
"What is duty against feeling a newborn son in your arms
"This is the point of Rhaegar x Lyanna
It's not their fault Rhaegar chose Lyanna over Elia.
Jon will not hate his parents for it. He will understand this.
And you are a moron who not only missed the fundamental themes of the series but any sort of morality but short sighted selfishness.
Rhaegar loved his lady Lyanna.
And thousands died for it.
How many people need to suffer and die for your own personal happiness? One? Three? A whole kingdom? How about your own family?
Had Rhaegar decided he couldn't live with Lyanna so he decides to bar the door and burn his wife and children alive so he could be with her- would you call that an heroic act for true love?
I mean, you seemed convinced that Lyanna didn't care a whit about the murders of her father and brother, the deaths of thousands of her countrymen, or the Kingsguard killing men she has known from childhood and almost her own brother because of a promise to a dead man.
Seven help you, you can't end get the quote in context.
Maester Aemon was a man who choose service over power twice and didn't even get involved when his entire extended family was wiped out and went into exile.
He was counseling about the hard choices of the Night Watch, choosing the higher duties over personal desires- like wanting to abandon your post to go to war with your half brother to avenge your murdered father.
How do you fundamentally function to missing the entire point of Jon's character arc in order to romantize the worst version of his parents that you can possibly get?
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I have a compilation of these to read again every time you guys call Sansa a bitch or a villain or selfish or whatever
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APWH preview snippet!
Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :)
(Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)
“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”
“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”
“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”
He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.
“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”
Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.
“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“
“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“
“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”
“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”
“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“
“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”
Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.
“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”
“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”
Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”
“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.
“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.
“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“
Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”
“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”
“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”
Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.
“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”
“Seriously?”
“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”
“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”
“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.
“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”
“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.
“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”
“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”
“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”
“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.
“Probably true.”
“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.
“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”
Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.
“He took her on his motorcycle?”
Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.
Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.
“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”
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The Night King is one of the most annoying things they added to GoT. Everything became about him. He's not even in the books. I hate it your honor
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It's tragic. Rhaenyra pushed Alicent away because of Viserys' actions and Daemon's influence when Alicent was the only one who actually cared for HER while those men screwed Rhaenyra over her entire life.
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Natalie Portman being confused by the fact that you have to say “hi” to someone before starting a conversation in France got me like ?????
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So a while back, a fairly left-wing friend of mine was shocked at the thought of Left-Wing Holocaust Denial, asking how it could even be possible, how can the Left even deny the Holocaust given everything (quote: “why would the LEFT be in denial? After you read Elie Wiesel, you can’t deny any of it. Same with Maus, Frieda Appleman-Jurman’s memoirs, and all that. Also, Lois Lowry won a Newberry medal for Number the Stars”). So I’ve been chewing on this for a while now.
First, Right-Wing Holocaust Denial is straight up “denial that the Holocaust happened”–often with an undertone of “But we wish that it had and it was a great idea”. They deny the number of deaths, or excuse the Nazis, or say that the Jews had it coming, or say that it didn’t happen at all, that sort of thing. It’s a very blunt, straightforward form of denial.
Comparatively, Left-Wing Holocaust Denial takes a different, more sophisticated form that functions on multiple levels–with an undertone of its own along the lines of “the Jews are exaggerating to try to portray themselves as victims”–and to talk about this form of denial, I have to explain what the Holocaust was.
So this gets a bit long, because what is being denied is long, but I will ask you to bear with me.
But, TL:DR:
Right Wing Holocaust Denial denies the body count and the atrocities…
Left Wing Holocaust Denial denies everything that built up to it, the centuries of Othering and murders, and the aftereffects.
Keep reading
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do people who think sansa learning to see past physical appearances is about her ending up with dogboy or titanium also think it was romantic when dǎny slowly got trauma bonded into believing her relationship with khal drogo was romantic?
do they also believe that dãny’s initial reluctance to marry drogo, a violent stranger who was old enough to be her father, was merely an obstacle that needed to be overcome to obtain true love like they believe sansa’s initial (and continuing) lack of romantic interest in dogboy or titanium is?
are they like “oh yeah when däny rewrote her memories of drogo’s abuse into romance to protect herself from the knowledge that he was an abuser it proved she was really in love with him” the same way they claim that the unkiss means sansa is in love with dogboy? are they out here going like “well once dåny learned to please drogo in the bedroom he was actually pretty nice to her so of course he deserved her love” the same way they’re like “well titanium was like mostly nice to sansa after forcing her to become his child bride so she should have just been grateful and rewarded him with love and sex?”
like i dunno man i feel like the parallels are maybe just a wee bit too explicit to make it likely george wants sansa to get with one of those two…
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these are unformed thoughts but in the eyrie there's a lot of talk about letting ppl "fly" eg pushing them out the moon door. sansa climbs up to the eyrie and then climbs back down. catelyn and tyrion do the same. sansa also climbs down into the boat. jon ascends the wall and descends it. the first book begins with a man climbing a tree and then climbing back down. sansa is led onto the ramparts by joffrey. the wildlings go up the wall. characters are constantly seeking footholds and crevices for their fingers to clutch. heights and precariousness are an integral part of playing the game of thrones. there's more there but i'll just think on it for a bit
#flying is often framed in opposition to the small and difficult work of climbing up and down#but there is a sense of joy (Bran) or accomplishment (Sansa) in it#climbing imagery#metaphors#see also falling and jumping as violence or escape
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we still get immediately shoved out of our immersion in tv shows or films when The Girl find a dead body and immediately shrieks - we just don't find it realistic because we're pretty confident most people would gasp rather than shriek (i.e. sharp inhale rather than sharp exhale) and it also feels unnecessarily (and predictably) misogynistic too, as men encountering corpses almost never do the same on screen
also of course please do tell us if you've actually encountered a corpse unexpectedly, because tumblr is absolutely a place where some people have done this thing and we love a good anecdote
suddenly imagining "burst into song" as a potential response
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