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sailorshadzter · 1 year

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not sure what this is yet.

maybe if you guys want more, ill provide more. i have a multi chapter fic of the same story line that i could always revisit, i suppose. just felt like writing something with the au that jon was raised by his father in king's landing. arranged marriages have ALWAYS been my jam, especially in my role playing days lol.

anyways

let me know if you guys want more. :)

King’s Landing is buzzing with laughter and golden light.

It was not every day that the heir was married and it seemed as if every person in the kingdom was there to celebrate the event. All of the Red Keep was decked out in cloth of gold and those who attended the ball were dazzling in their best dress. Lords and ladies alike arrived in sparkling silver silk, in expensive damask, handcrafted lace... There was not a single person there who had not dressed for the event.

Except for maybe the prince himself.

Young Aegon Targaryen, who preferred to go by Jon, as his mother once called him, was dressed head to toe in black fabric, looking far more ready for a funeral than wedding feast. Truth was, getting married was the last thing upon his agenda, but he will do as his duty asks. He knows it is his place as the heir to the throne to wed a princess of the realm and have heirs of his own- he only wishes, silly as it might have been, to find love on his own. He would still yet father children for the dynasty, but on his own time, with a woman of his own choosing.

But, choosing your own love was not part of the deal when you were a prince, certainly not a prince such as himself. And so, that was how he found himself to be marrying a Northern bride, the eldest daughter of the Warden of the North. He’s resolved himself against his fate and he supposes the girl is pretty enough, with a dimpled smile and clear blue eyes- he only hopes they might find real happiness together, someday, someway.

A hush falls over the crowd and Jon looks up from where he stands beside his father’s empty throne as the double doors have opened wide. There she was, dressed in gold and white silk, on his father’s arm, gliding into the great hall with a radiant smile on her face. Truth was, if he was going on looks alone, Jon has never seen a more beautiful girl in all of his life. With her shining red hair twisted up into braids and the cut of the gown she wears on her lithe frame, she is a stunning sight. Almost too beautiful to be real, truthfully.

As they approach, his father steps away and she sweeps him the most beautiful and well-practiced of curtsies. “Well son, greet your bride-to-be,” his father says the moment he’s settled onto his throne, gesturing for Jon to step forward, which he does. The young woman offers him a curtsy of his own, rising up to smile for him in a way she’d not smiled for his father. “Go on, Aegon,” his father murmurs from behind, insisting, and so Jon sighs, stepping all the way forward.

“Hello, my lady,” he says, all princely manners as he reaches for her hand, drawing it to his lips for a swift kiss. “You look enchanting.” This is not a lie and it does the trick, for behind him his father smiles happily. The wedding would go forward and the realm would continue on in peace, even at his son’s expense.

Jon puts on a brave face and offers his lady his arm, to take her to the center of the court. This was his life and he might as well get used to it.

[ x x x ]

“He hates me,” she moans as she paces her chamber.

“My lady, I doubt he hates you,” Shae, her ever faithful attendant, replies as she guides her into a chair, all so she might take the pins from her hair, at the very least. They’ve not been together all that long, but she’s grown quite attached to her young queen-to-be. “No one could hate you.” She’s biased, it’s true, but her lady was so sweet and lovely, she doubts anyone could ever hate her. “Come, come, let me ready you for bed,” she encourages and finally her lady heaves a sigh, but nods.

“He’s only marrying me because he must,” she goes on to complain as the first pin comes out. “Don’t say it- I know I am doing the very same, but he could at least look the part,” she complains as she leans back in the chair. It’s not like she was exactly happy about this marriage either; all she’s ever wanted was to find a man who loved her for her, not for her name, not for her title, and not for any agenda. But she was a dutiful daughter, one who knows her place, and so she’s here in King’s Landing to marry the man who would one day be King of them all. “He looked absolutely miserable the entire time he was in my company.”

Shae laughs at her lady’s expense; she’s been in King’s Landing long enough to know that was simply the prince. “It is not you, my lady. I’m certain he feels the same way that you do.” Sansa rolls her eyes, but another sigh escapes her rosy lips. “Give it time, I’m sure you will be fast friends. Then love will come easily.”

Sansa can only hope so.

[ x x x ]

When morning comes, she rises just before the morning call, as she always does.

Shae is already there with a plate of buttered bread and fresh fruit to break her fast; while she eats, her handmaiden twists her hair into braids and pins it into place, before draping a golden netting over the mass, securing it too with pins. Her gown for the day was of sage green, with draping sleeves and a neckline that would certainly widen eyes, if she’d worn it back home. But here in the South, the ladies seemed to dare to go deeper, lower, tighter, with every gown that they wore. Said neckline was trimmed with the same gold she wore in her hair and both the sleeves and hem of the skirt were embroidered with golden flowers. “I might find a moment to myself in the gardens, before the day begins,” she tells Shae, who nods, following after her when she steps from the room.

The castle in quiet so early in the morning and for that she is thankful.

When she’s stepped out into the early morning sunlight, she sighs a breath of relief; of all places she loves to be there in King’s Landing, it was here in the gardens. With their beautiful lush greenery and fragrant flowers of all kinds, she loves to walk their quiet paths, taking solitary moments on the stone benches tucked just out of sight, out of mind.

But as she approaches her favorite one that morning, she sees she is not alone.

Jon looks up at the approaching footsteps, surprised to find his bride-to-be coming closer. “My lady,” he greets, rising up from the bench he sits upon, sweeping her a bow as she dips him a curtsy. He can’t help but to notice the swell of her breasts beneath her gown’s neckline, can’t help but to realize just how lovely that color green looked against her skin. “You are an early riser,” he observes, awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to another. An appropriate distance behind them, Shae covers her mouth to hide her laughter. “I don’t usually meet anyone at this hour of the day.”

She smiles as he gestures for her to sit on the bench, somewhat surprised when he sits at her side, their shoulders just barely brushing. “I enjoy the early mornings,” she admits as she folds her hands into her lap, careful to keep her gaze low. “At home, I enjoyed a quiet hour in Winterfell’s gardens every morning.” There it came again, the pang of longing in her chest, the sense of homesickness that had yet to leave her.

He notices; quiet as he might have been, he was good at noticing. He was good at reading the faces of those around him. “I imagine the winter roses must be beautiful.” He says after a moment, to which her face lights up, her rosy lips curving with a smile that he realizes must be her true one- not a mask for a court of people she must impress. “I’ve never seen them, but my father always said they were my mother’s favorite.”

Ah, there it was.

Their single connection, the Stark blood that ran through the both of them; he was her cousin, after all. “That’s what my father always says,” she nods, thinking of her father’s dark and somber face when he rarely spoke of the sister he’d lost. Lyanna Stark had died giving birth to the man who sat before her, barely nine months after his father had wed her. A war had broken out because of that marriage, but in the end, Rhaegar Targaryen had won. Sansa’s own father had barely made it out with his own life, for he’d been on the side of Robert Baratheon, but in the end, he’d sworn fealty to Rhaegar and out of the love he bore for Lyanna, dead or not, he’d welcomed him back into his role in Winterfell. Years later, Ned Stark had served both as his Hand and in any additional role he might have needed him in. “I have a younger sister, you know,” she speaks on, thinking of Arya now, her bratty little sister that she misses, despite once swearing she never would. “My father says she is Lyanna’s copy, born wild, untamed by man or society.” She smiles as she thinks of her sister, shooting arrows better than any of their brothers, of her coming home dripping with mud, a girl who’s not worn a gown since she was but three years old. “You look like her,” she goes on a moment later, blue eyes finding his stormy Stark colored ones. “Arya, I mean, so you must look like your mother, too.” Truth was, he looks more like her father than his own, proof of his Stark heritage.

His eyes widen as he takes this in- of course, he’s always known this, for he looks nothing like his Targaryen father. But there was something different about hearing it from her. “Thank you,” he says, because it’s all that he can think to say. She opens her mouth, perhaps to say something more, but they both hear it- the morning call. It was time to go.

He rises up first, offering her his hand to take, which she does, allowing him to help her onto her feet. “Thank you, your grace,” she speaks softly, hoping to hide the electric shock that’s rushed through her at the touch of his skin against her own.

“We’re to be married, so call me Jon,” he encourages, still holding onto her hand.

Ivory cheeks flush with color and she nods. “Until the morning meal... Jon...” She sweeps him a curtsy and then she’s gone, her handmaiden falling into step behind her as she goes. Only once does she turn back around, giving him one last glance before she’s gone.

Jon sinks back onto the bench, his heart racing.

Perhaps... Perhaps they might be friends yet.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #got au #jonsa au #arrange marriage au #my writing #i wrote this

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fedonciadale · 3 years

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I think you treat Dany too hard. I mean, her stans can be annoying, but that's it. She really is victim of bad writing. She certainly care for slaves (come on, she freed them), small folk and women in general. Her awful interactions with Sansa are just last time effort to make her look bad(I don't know why people jump to call Sansa the evil one, but still). She tries so hard to be good and sometimes makes mistakes, but it's normal for such young person. Crossing lords was bad decision but (1/2)

she did it under a lot bad emotions. She just saw unimaginable cruelty and wanted to straight things up. She messed up things along the way, but she is learning. I'm sure in books she will see through her wrongdoings and will be better. I came here after reading anon ex-Dany Stan. And I wanted to say that I disagree with both of you. She is good person (only troubled). I mean, come on, she loves her dragons. And Jon. She's gonna change her ways for them. D&D fucked her up, thats it. (2/2) 🤗❤🤗

(3/2)[So sorry, there's so much to unpack] I think in show they wanted this super weird twist to make her villain to end series with BOOM. Martin has for sure better idea. She writes so multilayered characters, I'm sure she wants to showcase that sometimes ours expectations are impossible to face. Good, but in no means perfect. She and Sansa will teach each other how to be better queens. Sansa in The North and Dany on Iron Throne. Without Tyrion as hand (ugh, fuckin paedo). Have nice day 🙂

Hi there!

look, I really appreciate that you ask nicely and I hope I don’t hurt you when I tell you that you really haven’t come to the right place. I firmly believe that Dany is supposed to be the fire threat for Westeros and that she is meant to become a tyrant and a villain. And there is plenty of foreshadowing in the books for that. There is also plenty of foreshadowing on the show. If you are interested you can look up my master meta post and look at the DarkDany stuff. I don’t know if anything I say will convince you though. I will try to give you some major points though.

Dany was one of the major selling point of the series and D&D always prioritized Dany. I can’t believe that they would have done the twist to Dark Dany if it was not what Martin told them about the ending.

Then there are all the questionable things Dany does on the show, and even from the very beginning: Season 1 : she lets Drogo attack a peaceful people so that he can enslave them and sell them and get money for their journey to Westeros:

Which is directly from the book:

Slaves, Dany thought. Khal Drogo would drive them downriver to one of the towns on Slaver's Bay. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne. "I've told the khal he ought to make for Meereen," Ser Jorah said. "They'll pay a better price than he'd get from a slaving caravan. Illyrio writes that they had a plague last year, so the brothels are paying double for healthy young girls, and triple for boys under ten. If enough children survive the journey, the gold will buy us all the ships we need, and hire men to sail them." (AGOT, Dany VII)

In the books and the show Dany backpedals and tries to “save” some of the women (by marrying them to their rapists btw), but the further we come along in the books the more Dany succeeds in teaching herself how to look away and how not to have pity if is inconvenient for her politics.

Then there is her freeing slaves. She was absolutely o.k. to have slaves in book 1 and 2, it is only when she tries to buy the Unsullied and does not have the money for it that she puts freedom on her agenda. Let’s have a look:

"Unsullied!" Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. "Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see." She raised the harpy's fingers in the air . . . and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" (ASOS, Daenerys III)

Please note that she first gives the orders to the Unsullied and that she only throws away the symbol of her mastery aside. Please also note that she basically ordered the Unsullied to kill literal children (or are teenagers who are thirteen not children?)

In Meereen she actually agrees to let people sell themselves into slavery again and takes a tax for that! So much for caring for slaves.

As for loving the dragons that might be the problem: Because the dragons are brutal monsters and not pets:

Mother of dragons, Daenerys thought. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? A queen I am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. Without dragons, how could she hope to hold Meereen, much less win back Westeros? I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I. (ADWD, Daenerys II)

Does she love Jon though? Is it love if you let him beg for help even though the threat that he fights will get at you after some time as well? Is that love? Is it love to demand of your lover to keep a secret from his family?

And sry, not sry. Sansa and Dany will not get along. Do you think Sansa would like the Dragonlady who wants the North’s independence? The independence Sansa was beaten for in King’s Landing? Do you think Dany would in any way trust Sansa when she calls Ned “the usurper’s dog” all the time.

Let me add just one more thing: There is foreshadowing for Dany burning King’s Landing:

But it was not the plains Dany saw then. It was King's Landing and the great Red Keep that Aegon the Conqueror had built. It was Dragonstone where she had been born. In her mind's eye they burned with a thousand lights, a fire blazing in every window. In her mind's eye, all the doors were red. (AGOT, Daenerys III)

I mean I probably cannot convince you to rethink your take on Dany, but if you do not believe me you might want to give the Meereense Blot a try (here), a series of essays which GRRM approved of that show Dany’s turn to the Dark.

I agree that GRRM writes about hard choices and grey characters, but believe me, Dany is not grey and she is not a hero, only in her own head and she has already rejected the effort to build a slow peace in Meereen.

Again, I really appreciate that you asked nicely but I sincerely think that you are completely mistaken in your interpretation of Dany and Sansa is set up as a foil to Dany not as her future friend.

Thanks for the ask and have a nice day as well!

#anon ask #DarkDany #Meereenese blot #I didn't really know how to answer this?

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puckngrind · 4 years

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What’s In a Name: 3 - J Toews

Chapter 3

Where we left off: Bekah dropped Jon off at the airport after the 2015 All-Star game but how was he going to see her again before the end of the season when they lived over 300 miles apart...

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word count: 3,370

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Unexpected.

Bekah‘s brain would go from shock to denial every time her phone would vibrate and she would see a text from Jon. It was unexpected each and every time. Mostly his texts were random and out of the blue but with the intention of making sure she remembered him. Bekah never thought she would hear from him after dropping him off at Port Columbus airport in January if she was being honest with herself. It was three weeks later and there were hundreds of mini conversations between the two of them.

“So have you requested off for our trip?” Brynn leans into Bekah’s office with lunch in hand. Bekah tries to wipe her smile off her face but her best friend catches it. “Whoooo are you texting?”

“No one. Wait, what trip?” Bekah places the phone down but sees the notification that Jon has messaged again.

“Chicago with the Lady Jackets? Please tell me you remember this from Christmas? My gift to you was the trip. We will go shopping and catch the Blackhawks playing the Jackets. Have some girl time.” Brynn sits the food on Bekah’s desk and tucks her feet under herself.

“Oh! I kinda forgot with the whole being dumped thing but that actually sounds fun.” Bekah eyes her phone as it buzzes again. The thought of if she should tell Jon or not crossed her mind.

“You actually seem to be doing okay with the whole being single thing...” Rin starts taking in the way her friend was looking at the message and had a look of confusion now. “What’s that look for Bekah? What did you just think of? Who are you texting?” Brynn breathes in ready to ask more questions.

“Rin. Stop. Please. I was just thinking about the time I need to take off and the accounts I have. Let’s eat lunch m’kay?” Brynn stops the line of questioning but her expression is one of inquiry. “So is there an agenda for the trip or just the girls hanging out? Hotel reservations?”

“We have some things planned. It’s the WAGS and some of the wives from the staff and women who work for the team. You will have your own room. I‘ll be with Derek...”. Brynn stops and looks at Bekah’s contorted faced.

“WAGS?” Bekah asks with her eyebrows furrowed trying to place the term.

“Wives and girlfriends...of the players. Despite public opinion they aren’t all blonde models and are all very sweet. You’ve met a few before.”

“WAGS. Interesting.” Bekah’s eyes dart to her phone again. “Public opinion. Hmm.” Bekah takes a bite of her sandwich.

“I don’t know how to read that but you can google it if you want.” Brynn points to the laptop on Bekah’s desk. “There are whole social media accounts devoted to each team.”

“Oh, I was just processing that’s all. I’m sure I’ll remember them when we get together.” Bekah continues eating her lunch.

“Well, take off and I’ll see you later.” Brynn pops up and as soon as she rounded the corner Bekah was typing ‘Blackhawks WAGS’ into her search engine. Several pictures down she sees a picture of Jon with his hand wrapped around a blonde who could easily be in any magazine. She huffed out the breath she was holding then cussed softly. Realizing she was at work she checked to see if anyone was in ear shot. Bekah decided then and there as the heat filled her face that she was not going to tell him she was coming into town. Her phone buzzed again.

Jon: 🤪

Jon: Was that not funny?

Jon: how was lunch with Rin?

Bekah: always funny. the usual and learned the term WAGS.

Jon: OH! I would pretend not to know what the hell you are talking but I won’t. Please don’t read too much into the public perception of the NHL type

Bekah stared long at Jon’s text before answering. He kept doing that in their conversation. Anticipating what she was thinking without her saying anything. She couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.

Bekah: Rin was just saying the CBJ girls are nice that’s all. We were talking about our next game.

Jon: I know a few. I would agree with Rin.

Bekah goes to question who and why then realizes she noticed during the All-star game they all seemed to know each other even being on different teams.

Bekah: I still haven’t told her about All-Star weekend or this texting thing we do btw.

Bekah wasn’t sure why she felt the need to tell him this now.

Jon: maybe you should. She’s your best friend but that’s up to you. Need to go workout. Later Beks.

March came. Bekah realized she was more nervous about the trip than expected. She packed and repacked her bag. Considered just telling Jon then the picture of the girl with her arm around him and his hand resting on her ass was enough to convince her not to.

Her phone vibrates as soon as starts walking down to the hotel bar to meet the ladies.

Jon: are you in Chicago?

Bekah: how do you know that?

Jon: on the plane back from Philly and I see a post that the Lady Jackets are headed to Chicago and I’m sure that’s your braided hair at the top of the steps.

Jon sends her the pic. Bekah’s face floods red as her hand combs over her go to travel braid.

Bekah: yeah. I wasn’t sure if I’d have time to see you.

Jon: are you fucking kidding me Beks?

she goes to text back and her phone vibrates again

Jon: I’ve been trying to figure out how to see you before playoffs.

Bekah: really? What about the blonde model I saw in a picture tagged as your girlfriend? I know we said no expectations but I’m not that kinda girl.

Jon: Is that why you’ve not texted me back as much? You think you are just some side piece? Come on! There is no other girl. Scroll up. Look at our conversation.

Bekah stares at his words and before she can even text him back he’s calling. She looks around and answers.

“Hhhh...” Bekah nervously starts to answer.

“Don’t fucking make me use my sources to find your hotel room! That’s not beneath my need to see you.” This makes her smile at his tone. She can feel his desire and sheer annoyance through the phone.

“Maybe I should.” She giggles and he huffs out his disapproval but gives him the information anyway.

“I’ll see you in one hour. One hour Beks.” With that he hangs up the phone.

“Who are you talk to?” Brynn hands Bekah a drink from the bar.

“My mom.”

“I call bull shit. One, I know your mother is asleep. Plus, I see the look on your face and the pink in your cheeks...but if you don’t want to tell me right now that’s fine. I’m just glad you are getting back out there.” Bekah looks down at her best friend and sips.

“I’m not...” Bekah tries to combat the statement but stops.

“That was a statement not a question. And we don’t have to talk about it.” Brynn sips her cocktail taking in her best friend’s demeanor.

“Thanks Rin.” The ladies chatted and Bekah was thankful about 50 minutes after Jon announced he would be there the group decided to head to their respective rooms.

Just like after the All-Star game, the man was clock work, ten minutes after Bekah shut her hotel room door there was a knock. Her heart skipped a beat and she slid open the door to find Jon just as handsome with a small bag in hand. “Hi Beks.” He walked in and drops his bag.

“Hi Tae.” She breathes out before his lips were on her. His weight pressing Bekah against the wall a slight whimper escaped her lips.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about kissing you again since the moment I left your car.” His lips ghost her pulse points.

“Really?”

“Beks, we aren’t doing this again. Yes, I find you smokin’ hot and have been thinking about this moment for too long.” He slides his hands under her thighs and carries her to the bed. “I’m slightly pissed you didn’t tell me and we could have started this an hour ago.”

“Sorry. I got in my own head. The google search.” Her breath hitches in her throat thinking of the perfect blonde.

“You didn’t click on the post, did ya? You missed the time stamp, Babe. She was my girlfriend two years ago and that’s been long over. Remember our conversation about being used for my status? She was one of those.” Jon looks deep into Bekah’s eyes. “The internet doesn’t just delete it even if you break up.” His hand cups her cheek as he kisses her lightly.

“Well I decided not to google you at all just so you know.” Her hands re-familiarizing themselves with his abs. “How was your game?” She kisses him sweetly and he smirks.

“We lost. More sex then we talk, kay?” Jon pulls off his sweater then unbuckles and slides his pants off.

“Did ya score?” Bekah follows his lead and pulls off her clothing.

“No and I wasn’t planning on it tonight and look who showed up in my city.” His body was pressed against hers then he kisses down her body making Bekah moan with each move Jon makes. Jon slips his fingers between her folds and laughs. “Your body says you’ve missed me.” He smirks and Bekah’s hands fly over her eyes.

“Well I have thought about you a lot since January too...and the hour waiting got me all worked up...just come here.” She lifts and pulls at his neck. He follows her lead and slowly presses into her core. Kissing each other with so much need that when their teeth knock together laughter erupts.

“Fuck I’m sorry.” Jon kisses Bekah again.

“I think that was both of us. But you gotta move Tae.” Bekah pulls her legs up and presses her heals into his ass. Jon finds a rhythm that makes both of them find their highs quickly. Panting as he rolls off her and pulls her to his chest.

“Seriously, so glad you came to Chicago.” Jon lifts up and kisses the top of Bekah’s head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just don’t know what this is and I saw the flawless girl...and I just...” Jon adjusts Bekah’s body so he can stare deep into her hazel eyes.

“You are exactly what I need, you know? Also, did you say you haven’t googled me Beks?” Bekah nods and he continues. “Well I don’t care if you do or don’t just so you know.”

“Thanks.” Bekah winces. “I don’t care about the hockey stuff but the social stuff just makes meee....I don’t know. Feel weird.” Bekah admits honestly.

“Not that I think you will see this if ya did but I will admit I’ve been on a date since we were together but you, Beks, are the last person I’ve slept with. You don’t have to believe me but it’s only been you.” Jon kisses her lips sweetly.

“Well, I went on a horrible date for Valentines Day. Rin was on this getting me back there train and I tried to say no.” Bekah draws circles on Jon’s chest and closes her eyes thinking of the horrible date. “It was actually the 15th and you were on the damn television. I was distracted and the man was boring as hell.”

“I was on the tv?” Jon questions kissing her cheek and trying hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, you had an assist and scored in the shoot out. I cursed my body that night for how watching you made me feel and then we texted all night which made it even worse.” Bekah admitted.

“I’m not against sexting Beks.” He flinches ready for her reaction and she just eyes him. “And you’ve been watching hockey?” Jon laughs.

“The man took me to a sports bar and the game was on. I have watched some highlights to see your dumb face.” Bekah buries her face in Jon’s chest.

“That’s adorable.” Jon whispers.

“It is not. We are what? Friends with benefits? Me watching Blackhawk highlights to catch a glimpse of you is ridiculous.”

“Friends with benefits? Hmmm... I definitely consider you a friend now and this is definitely a benefit... but I don’t know if I’d call this that.” Jon’s hand grazes her back and Bekah arches into him.

“What would YOU call this? Fuck buddies?” Bekah sits up and Jon busts out laughing.

“No... I don’t know what to call it okay but I like this. All of it. The texting, the sex, the convo...” Jon goes to stand up.

“Are you leaving?” Bekah stares at his perfect body as he crosses the room and pulls the sheets up her own in a moment of insecurity.

“I’m staying tonight. Did you see the bag? I was thinking a shower sounded nice.” He keeps walking. “Aren’t you coming?” Bekah leaps out of the bed and follows him into the bathroom.

Jon kisses her hard then sneak out for morning skate while Bekah heads down to the lobby to meet up with the ladies.

“I just heard the group over there buzz that Jonathan Toews just left this hotel.” Brynn leans into Bekah.

“Oh really?” Bekah wills her face to not flood red.

“Any reason that man would be leaving super early from a hotel in the city he lives in, especially when he was in Philadelphia yesterday for a game?” Brynn stares at her now bright red best friend’s face. “Yeah, your face tells me all I need to know. I know you don’t want to talk about it now but we WILL be talking about your little secret Beks.” The use of Jon’s nickname rolls off Brynn’s tongue.

“Did you just call me?” Bekah’s mouth hangs open.

“Oh I heard him call out to you at the game. I’m not sure why you have been hiding this from me?” Bekah pulls Brynn away from the group.

“Because how do you tell your best friend that you spent two nights with a man you hardly know and have been texting since?”

“Wait, 2 nights? I’d clap for you if we weren’t in public.”

“Rin. Seriously. I don’t know what this is with him.”

“It’s good clearly because it looks like you didn’t sleep a wink.” Brynn’s sly smile makes Bekah’s face flame again.

“Well are you seeing him tonight? They have the night off.”

“Yes, dinner at his place.”

“Find your answers then friend. If ya want them.”

Jon picked Bekah up around 4 after a day of shopping in all the go to places in Chicago. His car starts heading in the direction of his place.

“You live in Lincoln Park? Isn’t that a drive to work?” Bekah takes in the surroundings and direction they were heading.

“Yeah...wait, how do you know the neighbors so well? Most tourists know know the Mile and such.” Jon’s eyes drift to Bekah.

“Didn’t look at my diploma on my wall huh?” She clicks her tongue.

“Noooo....” Jon tries to recall if he noticed a diploma on the wall.

“DePaul. I went to DePaul for school.” Bekah giggles flicking her finger towards the direction of campus and Jon slams on his breaks at the light.

“Wait. What the hell? Seriously. So that means...when did you graduate?” Jon’s eyebrows are knit together processing.

“09.” Bekah answers with a smirk forming.

“So that’s two seasons we were in the same damn city! Fuck.” Jon’s jaws flex at the realization.

“First of all, I had my nose in a book for four years which is why I have only one real friend from college. Two, unless you were riding the L way too late avoiding your junior year roommate’s sexcapades, I didn’t get out much. Three, you wouldn’t have even noticed me if we did meet. Remember...average.” Bekah pulls her legs up onto her seat and wraps her arms around them.

“Beks, I would have fucking noticed you and now I feel like an idiot when we first talked how this girl knew so much about Chicago.” Jon takes another glance at Bekah before turning. “Townhouse is this way.” He points and Bekah’s mouth drops open.

“This is not a fucking townhouse Toews. It’s a damn mansion in Lincoln Park!”

“I just bought it so the decorations aren’t really me. Let’s just head in.” Jon ignores her shocked face and rounds the car to hold out his hand for Bekah.

“And I’m pretty sure five maybe more of my apartments could fit in it!” Bekah’s assessment was accurate of the place Jon called home in Chicago. After a small tour the two headed up to the rooftop where Jon prepared dinner.

“Could you come back here after playoffs?” Jon shoves food in his mouth and looks over at Bekah.

“You are making the playoffs?” She winks at him.

“Well, it looks to be that way. We can hang out before I head home. Plus, I’m gonna need to um...release some tension post playoffs. Damnit, that sounds worse coming out than it sounded in my head.” Jon pinches the bridge of his nose.

Bekah chokes on the wine she was sipping on. “Shit what? Like the whole athletes don’t have sex during playoffs is really a thing?”

“Well they either have a ton of sex or release or none...I tend to fall in the none category.”

“And this works?” Bekah clears her throat and takes another sip.

“Well, I’ve been to the playoffs every year I have been in the league but the first and have two cups.”

“You have TWO Stanley Cups?” Bekah’s hands hit the table and Jon laughs loudly.

“Yes Beks. And please don’t look it up. My beard is unattractive.” Bekah makes a mental note to ask Brynn. “Let’s head to bed. I’ve got a game tomorrow.”

The game was great for the Jackets and not so much for Jon and his team. He did score and it took everything in Bekah’s being to not stand and cheer when he did. Brynn eyed Bekah when it happened. Her knowing Bekah’s secret was a good and bad thing.

Jon: meet me in front of the locker room please. I know you are coming down here.

Bekah: you sure?

Jon: I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.

Bekah smiles.

Jon: I mean you are the one keeping this a secret.

Bekah: Rin knows.

Jon: yeah?

Bekah: I’ll see you in a minute.

Bekah followed the rest of the Ladies to the United Center locker room area. “He’s that way.” Brynn points to the home locker room where Jon stood freshly showered and in a suit. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning...ish.” She laughs and gives Bekah’s ass a little love tap as she starts walking.

“Nice sweater.” He pulls on the strings of Bekah’s new thirds jersey the Lady Jackets bought each girl. “It doesn’t have another man’s name on it, does it?” Jon almost growls and Bekah goes to show him the blank back while biting her lip. “You would look much better in a red Blackhawks one in my opinion.” Jon’s finger runs down her sleeve.

“Sorry you lost but I got to see you score!” Bekah lifts up to kiss him and then drops down to the ground realizing they were in his world. His lips press against her forehead before she even looks back up.

“Let’s get out of here Beks.” Jon puts his arm around her and leads her to the car. It was in that moment she became even more confused about what they were. He clearly didn’t care who know knew or saw their exchange but yet they weren’t dating. And they established that a relationship wasn’t a good idea back in January. Now the lines were very blurry and she wondered if it was timing or something else.

#tazer me 19 #what’s in a name fic #WIAN #jonathan toews fic #jonathan toews #love a damn blackhawk 🤦🏻‍♀️

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hbicstark · 5 years

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I wish the people who preach on how unecessary it is to pit Sansa and Dænerys against each other would rationalize that this is not for shits and giggles, Sansa is not under any obligation to feel sympathetic towards a woman who's actively trying to subjugate her family and take over what they've been fighting to keep. I mean, that was the fight her mother and brother and many northerners spilled their blood for, of course it means a lot to Sansa. That scene was not just about a petty rivalry, or Jon, it was resistance.

Her and Dænerys' goals are absolutely incompatible, no compromise there. Sansa wants the North to be independent, Daenerys wants to be queen of the seven kingdoms. This won't just get solved over tea and lemoncakes and braiding each other's hair. It honestly surprises me that anyone would think the animosity is anything but extremely predictable, and while some locals out there (and even out here) scream 'misogyny!!' I'm just here like, duh?

Also something else that really bothers me is this whole 'but Dænerys is coming to save them' discourse as if it makes the fact she wants a nation fighting for its independence to kneel to her any better. And before the 'but she was gonna help anyway it was Jon who did it!' argument comes up I'm gonna say two things: first, no one's happy at Jon for doing what he did however necessary he believed it was, second, the fact she now holds a personal vendetta against the NK doesn't erase the fact that yes, ultimately, Dænerys wants to rule over Westeros as in ALL of Westeros. She's not just gonna let the nation which happens to be almost the size of all other kingdoms combined slip away.

But back to the point, I genuinely still don't understand how come it is expected of the Starks to give up their crown in order to save their people and their home from the White Walkers but Dænerys is completely justified to continue pursuing her imperialistic agenda even though millions of lives are at stake? Not only justified, but the fact she's finally sparing the time of the day to actually do something to help save the real she so desperately wants to win over gets her praised as if that's not the bare minimum a person who's been saying they're coming to "save" westeros and rule over its people could do.

But still, the Starks are the proud ones. Why is it 'pride' to not want to be subjugated by someone who's never once stepped foot in their land? Someone who doesn't know about their people? Their story? Who doesn't know (or doesn't care, pick your poison) about the blood that was shed in order to get them where they are?

Most of all, when did we get to the point where we root for imperialism and antatonize those who stand against it?

Fuck this faux feminist bullshit. Sansa is completely justified, I'm actually mourning that all she did was be a little salty.

#sansa stark #jonsa #i guess #sansa stark did nothing wrong ever #anti daenerys #not really saying anything but the truth #but her stans tend to get a little sensitive so...#got fandom wank #got spoilers #stark rights!!#got #text*

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winterfellchild · 5 years

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About pitting women against each other

So I have read many of these posts about “ pitting women against each other over a man” after the new teaser and, honestly, I haven’t commented until now because THEY ARE ALL HILARIOUS TO ME.

Tbh there is one simple truth that some people refuse to consider about what we said about Dænerys ( many have said it before but I want to repeat it again): it’s not about a ship, it’s about her character.

Of course, no one needs to believe me because I AM A JONSA SHIPPER and I know that thinking that we ( jonsa shippers) can talk about other things that are not related to who we ship can be a difficult concept to grasp - yeah, I remember that we are just 5 mentally retarded soccer moms who have a secret agenda to ruin the fandom with our crazy idea that we are free to say what we think about a fictional story - but nevertheless these 100+ posts from superior fans that hate how cruel we are to think that Sansa has every right to be pissed at Dænerys and that they won’t braid each other hairs are really getting out of control after 2 days of endless whining.

It’s not gonna change anything but I want to say it again: we don’t need to ship anyone to believe in the darkDany theory, this character has done more than enough to convince us that she is not someone we can support. Many shippers I know, myself included, didn't even ship Jonsa when we started to have problems with this character.

You don't have to agree with us.

You don't have to read what we wrote.

But if you read what we wrote, as far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to rant over what we said ( I really enjoy reading some of the absurd things written recently so PLEASE continue to write how Dænerys the saviour should burn Sansa and/or Winterfell or how she should let everyone die if Sansa won't kiss her a*s... it really proves how much better you are for not pitting two women against each other. Just kill one of them and the problem is solved, right? Bring the fire&blood, yeah)

But ffs don't write stupid things like this

Why?

Seriously?

As I said disagree with us if you think that Dænerys is a better queen and Sansa should be happy just to be her bridesmaid but don't act like we are talking without valid reasons, it just proves that you are missing the point of what we all saw until now.

The story created the Sansa against Dænerys issue.

All that talks about the foreign invader, the Mad King’s daughter burning people just like her father, Dænerys’ obsession with power, the storyline of the North independency from the very first season, the importance of Winterfell and the Starks aren't just stupid nonsense repeated many times in the show just because a phrase like "the North remembers" is nice. These issues are important and are pitting the Starks ( Sansa) against the Targ.ryen ( Dænerys).

D&D are pitting Sansa against Dænerys when they commented how one is compassionate and the other is not.

Bryan Cogman did it when he said that Sansa is a great character and a just leader and 2 seconds after that said that Dænerys is a loose cannon with a serious problem to control her need to burn everything down.

HBO pit Sansa against Dænerys when they created House Targ.ryen video and they made Dany look like her mad father on her way to "save" Winterfell from an enemy she made 1000 times more dangerous with her inability to put the safety of mankind before her conquest while in House Stark video they show how honourable the Starks are and how much the North wants to be free after centuries of supporting southern kings.

The North independence and the Starks surviving was a parallel storyline in the past seasons to Dænerys getting more powerful and moving forward to the conquest of Westeros using all her strength ( WMD included) no matter what. Now that these storylines are converging you can't pretend that we are lunatics for thinking that there will be serious problems. If you paid a little attention to these characters it's clear, once again, that what happened in the past seasons is pitting the Starks ( Sansa) against the Targ.ryen ( Dænerys). You can't have the Starks surviving and living the life they want if there will be another foreign southern queen to rule over them.

Maybe we are wrong, after all this is supposed to be a shocking story where nothing is really how it seems, and all of this will be a red herring in the end but even so, as of today, these issues are real so don't ask stupid questions like why we think Sansa and Dænerys won't be BFF.

More than that, if I was a Dany stan, I would ask myself why we arrived at a point where darkDany is a real possibility that even GRRM, the writers of the show and HBO suggested it.

P.S. We all know that the NK is a big and serious threat ( thanks very much for saying it again even if I don't see the value in stating the obvious) but it's so naive to think that after 7 seasons of political storylines there won't be time for the political game.

P.P.S. Since I'm writing this I'm taking the opportunity to say one thing about the one thing that really annoys me and I personally dislike: I don't like the people that think themselves above shipping wars just because they don't ship one of these ladies with a man and instead they decided that shipping them together is cooler. That's not how it works so stop putting your "wisdom" in ships tags. Don't you see how ridiculous you are to think that Jon is the problem after we wrote so many posts about darkDany?

#sansa stark #anti-dænerys #lol the things i read #people are so ridiculous #i'm not joking but the same people that criticize jonsa shippers for putting 2 women against themselves think dænerys should burn wf #because that so much better #just kill sansa #problem solved #and let's post more about that crazy sansa stans and jonsas that ruined the fandom

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The thing is when people say "fight" they're expecting some chea cat fight from a reality show, and of course I don't want that. People think that becuase women fight/argue/confront each other is "MISOGYNY!!!" and it isn't like that. It won't make them less feminists if they don't like each other. Their "fights" need to be overflowing with tension and sassy phrases to counter each others arguments with reasonable facts. Alas, I think that this would be too smart for D&D to pull out. IMO.

" Something like this---- "Dany: I came here to save The North. Sansa: you don't need to bother so much, we just want your help. Lyanna: you came to save us and didn't bring food? Arya: she burned it all just to make a point. Sansa: Like you know... a saviour." all while Jon raises a piece of parchment that says "Help Me."I absolutely loathe this modern "feminism" that says that women have to all get along all the time. It's one of the biggest lies I've ever seen. There is this idea that unless women form immediate friendships and braid each other's hair and work together them you're being anti-feminist. This idea robs women of their natural emotions and their agency to voice those emotions. It makes us one dimensional robots while men get to be full realized human beings to get to be angry and jealous and mad. Women feel jealous of other women sometimes. Women don't always like another woman for whatever reason. Sometimes personalities and agenda's clash. Women shouldn't have to deny themselves those very natural feelings in the name of "feminism". That's why this idea that Dany and Sansa need to be friends is laughable. What Dany wants and what Sansa wants directly conflict with each other. That's a fact. To have that fact erased is to Deny one or both their characterization. The only way these two won't have conflict is if Sansa forget all about her own wants and goals to worship at Dany's feet or if Dany' suddenly decides that all of her life's long hard work can co go waste. It spits in the years of characterization of both women. That's not what feminism is supposed to do, it's the exact opposite of what feminism in literature is supposed to do. Sansa and Dany don't have to get one glimpse of season other and start pulling each other's hair. They don't have to get into petty arguments over nothing. That's not what we want to see, that's basic AF. They should however approach each other with justified suspicion. Sansa should see Dany as a threat to the future safety of her home. Dany should see Sansa as a potential roadblock to her desire to rule of of the seven kingdoms. Those conflicts are natural conflicts that come from the narrative and the characters themselves, to deny them that is to deny then very important parts of their characterization purely because they are women. If they were two men we would never try to force them into a peaceful friendship but because they are women they just HAVE to go in that direction. It's bullshit and it will always be bullshit in my eyes.

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mayalotuz-blog · 7 years

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Lucid astral delta state

Today I will speak about lucid dreaming. Another term for lucid dreaming is astral projection. It occurred to me to share this topic after having an experience while in delta state. My mind experienced my dream as a waking experience, as if in a profoundly meditative state.

In our dreams we are guided through patterns by a higher intelligence. What we see and do occurs entirely in our own mind yet it is channeled from the divine universe. As gravity flows through our system, a condensation forms on our receptors, condensation is lucid processing experiences.

I felt compelled to communicate about this topic since my dreams have done more than come from a place of anxiety, whimsical interest. The thematic messages relayed to me during my dream time has been more complicated then my logical rational thinking brain can comprehend.

On a subtle level the morphing narratives with hidden intense agendas feature bitter and controlling characters revolving around my own destiny and preventing my personal evolution while leading me by the reins toward disempowerment. Complexity of the symbolisms delivered upon my vessel has led me to analyze deeper revelations upon my own understanding of reality.

My grandmother appeared before my eyes and revealed held at hands end, a magnificent pearl. Not any pearl. This one was truly spectacular. It was fabulous and it glowed like a thousand diamonds in the sun. I was in awe.

Yet it seemed so familiar to me. It made me feel as if I were a character in some great play that had been going on conducted by identities larger than myself. It made me feel as if she was holding some sort of great powerful gem that signified a treasure important to who I was and the identity our galaxy was embracing as it transformed like a butterfly in a cocoon undergoing metamorphosis.

It was teardrop-shaped and violet. I reached out to my grandmother telling her that I recognized it. It was entirely transparent and beyond the purple tint swirling mists drew me into it. I was drawn into the heart of the pearl. I was drawn into a smaller pearl that existed within that pearl I had been shown. Also I was being drawn into another story that was within this story, or some story.

Within my story was the story of a woman. This woman was living in virginia. They say I was highly forested and she was living along the coast. Whether she used to live along the coastline or she used to gather oysters or clams or whatever they were, from an area that was farther away from where she resided, the case was that one day she was eating clams or oysters or whatever they were. I am certain that it was oysters because she bit into something like a mussels and almost swallowed a very valuable stone. She might have almost lost a tooth in the process or broken a tooth and swallowed that if not for that by the happenstance of good chance she instead found this very same pearl that I have been describing to which my grandmother to communicated to me about.

That in which you are fully convinced of or not, the same dream continued again many nights ago. This woman did not fully recognize or take at face value the uniqueness of the gem before her eyes. It was almost like a parable of life or about it. We can allow ourselves to become rich or poor, constrained or otherwise. We can come to develop our sovereignty and independence but never independence of the source of creation which is love.

It wasn't at all what it appeared to be on the surface. This precious stone held so many stories of individuals; yet when you came to look at it, all of these stories meshed together. Each person was representative of the hair in this strand of braided fibers. Each character in its own place and time was symbolic of adversity that needed to be overcome in order to form a interconnected trellis of consciousness identifying as geometry.

The gem which the woman did not realize was actually priceless but she had not the eyes to see it and in fact almost accidentally choked upon this hiding pearl. The lesson is that we can up see abundance on the table or we do not seek to create abundance because moreover we are simply focused on not choking or survivalism. We don't want to have to turn purple in the face because our lungs are incapable of taking in oxygen. We do not want to have to be afraid for our lives because we are having difficulty getting past the throat chakra and are worried someone will have to perform a tracheotomy upon me.

Here is where it got really confusing. Not that it was really confusing but that it could be really confusing for some people trying to figure out what I'm talking about from here. The stone was a consciousness or an entity in and of itself. It represented a higher consciousness or something that was more unified or authentically true when identifying as an entity then we could ever do in our simple human shells. My grandmother brought me that stone so many nights ago so that I might dive into it in my mind with my heart and energy as if it were a pensieve and I were in a jk rowling novel. Maybe I was in the half blood prince or the order of the phoenix and were having to learn occlumency in order to develop barriers so my enemies could not penetrate my own mind.

By learning to have sympathy for other people by walking in the shoes of other selves existing in parallel timelines, I was interfacing with a technology and advanced demonstrating a simple geometric way of connecting with the akashic record in some sort of form. For all intents and purposes this is what it appeared to be like.

I thought that this pearl might be perhaps an amethyst or a sapphire. It was maybe like the color of the dragon in eragon or glowing like some dragon egg. Potentially it would hatch a dragon at any moment that would develop a relationship with a boy intending on apprenticing some great magician formerly a dragon rider. Maybe that relationship would be symbolized by a tattoo. This was some sort of impermanent marked as if it had been painted or airbrushed on my henna. If the dragon died in the tattoo was severed but the mark was always branded into the skin or at least lingering, scarring the epidermis. It was an interdimensional sort of tattoo and if the physical body of the dragon where to perish then the mark would also fade into some sort of netherrealm.

Potentially this dragon or maybe it wasn't a dragon at all, was supposed to guard a princess or the gringotts bank. That's why end magic person harnessing the foul or something like in warcraft, also have income from another realm to this world with intent to conquer, was so god damn hell bent on pile driving his horde through the center lane of the empire end burning down villages in the process in order to obtain glowing mysterious eggs hiding out in a decrepit radon filled cellar. Perhaps right next to the old aging bottles and anne frank herself viciously compiling diary entries and attaching tables of contents, there were the biological weapons of mass destruction. They had been untraceable in the 2003 surge into afghanistan. They had tried to be reinserted into the timeline again in aleppo thanks to those brigands and their guns mounted to truck tops. Maybe it was some sort of evil spider or even whatsoever more, contained within the pearl. A leviathan or sea monster hiding out in some moat like an ancient crocodile, hybrid hapie-mermaid to be investing subterranean bases hundreds of miles beneath metropolitan sewers.

We can imagine the paradigm setting crack forming now. The cracks which would lead to nefertiti's secret chamber. We can imagine the land splitting apart as if the continents were being flooded. We can imagine the rio de janeiro, the amazon river and the nile all coming to form inland seas. We can imagine these great waters turning the tide. We see the waters coming to rush in like a golf.

Where is it that we can imagine that the rush is not that you are being pursued by king or pharaoh ramses ii entourage of imperialists? In a parody of black friday or november the 30th, the black gun powder barrel treason, or more appropriately cyber monday, metaphorically everyone is running all over amazon.Com. Can you see it?

Visualize the hatching of this pearl giving life to viable offspring. At the same time we could just imagine like a clap of lightning or a butterfly impression formatting upon the last quarantine bastion in the movie I am legend’s glass as the zombie beats its head to get in, to get an equal share of consciousness, the garden of eden turned into e. O. Wilson’s slaughterhouse, magnon sleeping with eve, the ascension up the tower of babel, end the frost dragon of the white walkers coming to destroy the wall of jon snow and the rest of the free world.

Perhaps a few hot air balloons and well-placed black powder weapons could be used to knock out the queen. According to the edge of tomorrow in which events tend to repeat themselves according to the weather and a ferret or ermine are marmots are stoat, or now that I come to think about it where it's to be a hamster or a gerbil? No it must be a guinea pig. Oh wait I have finally come to the following: the answer that I am searching for is a pika. If the pika is able to see its shadow then this determines whether or not humanity will proceed to junction a whether humanity will be allocated to timstream b.

As we see, or perhaps we don't but the evidence is clearly in front of our own eyes, in the movies the butterfly effect with ashton kutcher or before I fall we find out that a sacrifice of a person will be necessary much like mother nature choosing to consume the father of the hero’s journey himself to satiate her serial killer ideations.

According to the 1st and 2nd laws of nonlinear gravitation, the advanced free energy devices

And gyros, which are to be found in principal in agartha under the atlantic ocean, in the aliens versus predator requiem temples ( mesoamerican pyramid structures portrayed in the movie aliens versus predator 2001), or in the cavities underneath the giza plateau whose opening are located directly underneath the monument called the sphinx.

In order to get to agartha we have to follow someone who has been there to agartha and not get stuck in through dinotopia along the way. Admiral byrd was never able to get to the atlantic temples because he encountered saucers. These saucers were like upside down tea cup saucers and when they fired weapons upon them, they were equipped with inferior technology and spiritual disciplines which did not enable them to reflect the laser based weapons back at the source of firing. Another phenomenon was not a whirlpool forming or hurricane such as the intervention famously made known by the history channel and ancient aliens as the sinking of the spanish armada in the 1600s. The planes that were deployed off of the aircraft carriers in theory we're crashing into barriers and the ships could not get over the barrier made famous by movies such as the hunger games the truman show and the 13th floor.

Of course this is all entertaining propaganda that has been timed to be delivered and revealed or unveiled at precisely the right moment so as to steer the ship into the highest possible consciousness for the highest possible number. This is sort of a utilitarian concept regarding to eugenics and intelligence principles, manifesting and embodiment of timeline accepted reality that needs to be lived out or experienced by a particular body according to the clause of individuation. We say accepted reality because it is clear to realize or is becoming rapidly more apparent that for the past 75 years all people living here on this planet have been undergoing a reality that is rapidly eroding like sand on the beach in a tsunami or a granule of clay in an epic mudslide varying thousands of people in the andes.

According to this person, where they came from, clams grew this precious stone. This was most certainly a living conscious clam or effectually the heart of it. Oyster is sort of like a muscle. It is just a soft pliable tissue but it has strings sort of like spider-man's webbing that it uses to adhere to barnacles. It just rocks gently absorbing the energy of the atmosphere as it rises the tide in and out and up and down.

They say that godzilla have been around for a very long time perhaps thousands of years and you have to wonder whether they are saying it is due to the radiation these days that he's absorbing or the black sun itself. Perhaps he is just a gigantic zone of disruption like a city. I can see it now godzilla and king kong being portrayed as giants walking or rather monsters rolling down the street representing healer christ consciousness.

This green toxic material which was engineered by dr. Baxter at the shredder’s laboratory, probably loaded with nanites and sponsored by the vatican, might see to it in the ninja turtles number 3 that our infamous 5 mutants, disregarding esmeralda the conquistador in the hunchback of notre dame, as well as ephialtes, could live to be far older than any tortoise.

Playing off of what mouse said in the matrix that maybe the machines got it wrong and who are they to know what tasty wheat really tastes like, who are we besides being a another facet of biodiversity in the same evolving biosphere, to say that a frog, turtle, or a clown fish really lives to be 250 years old and not 250000 years old.

It's like value of money. Everyone is so worried about what 19.5 trillion dollars of debt looks like compared to what they said had gone missing to .6 trillion dollars or compared to the 26 trillion-dollar debt figure that was thrown around after the time of the audit of fort knox. Can you really compare money or stove any sort of consciousness to the twinkle that occurs in lovers eyes before the grounding or birth of a higher? Is it the love and the hormones and comfortability that usually leads to the conception and pregnancy? Maybe we can judge the value of a dollar based upon the billions of people that are living on the planet and how many trees there are and how much resources there are and what infrastructure is in place to be able to develop these commodities, to turn the raw material into commodities. Some people would have you believe that you can base your own value based upon a carbon footprint and if your carbon footprint is heavy then you are going to hell.

Oyster as a metabolic process and as it is growing it ingests many toxins and these toxins clump together and as they crystallize over thousands of years, they form a precious stone known as a string of pearls. Very similar to a mink pelt you only get pelt per mink.

This particular pearl is a type that is found along the canadian coastline and in texas where I currently am or at least my body as my astral self travels in the dream world. Strings of pearls were used for trading and bartering along routes and roads very similar to the silk roads found in eurasia.

I envision myself admiral of an armada peacefully sailing around the world to promote consciousness and growth without bullying anyone. Not at dark fleet but I imagine that each pearl contains its own fleet within it and I am admiral of thousands and thousands of interconnected fleet called the consciousness of the stars.

What is the price of only a single pearl? What is the price of a single diamond or what is the price of a single life of a mother? Is it wrong that sigmund freud and nietzsche are so popular for their therapeutic views of life that are so good for everyone, when we have self fulfilling prophecies, endless feedback loops, regarding child armies and blood diamonds in africa and oedipus complex.

Love is like a vessel in the middle of the bay. It is berthed not because it is tied but it is berthed because it is anchored. You can't force habitats to conform to ‘the only’ ideal standards of what level of intelligence or types of beings are driving the dialogue as to if and when they should transform into shopping malls or a parking lot.

It is so easy to take that leap from a parasite and to being something that understands geometry and beauty so that you can relay through the entire field how it is that humans could best act and to promote the most ideal conditions. What is it that you are most passionate about? Is it even possible for what is below to unite with your higher self due to the conditions experienced in this pervasive reality? It's kind of like shakespeare's play macbeth, or the game of thrones, in that in a competitive society there's no peace of mind except for the comfort that anybody could slit your throat while you sleep in order to take what you have to be deemed more intelligent or prudent by acting rather than surrendering to naive instincts which lead to enslavement.

If we are to move towards a more aesthetic based culture, a culture that can see the preventable situations that can be circumvented by incorporating wisdom into the social practices of day-to-day life, we see ourselves as interconnected, because the gravity that flows through the geometry which we share with all of our relations and ourselves, inherently binds us to a fabric structure that we can sense before we can interpret with the physical vessel.

The fighting's done in and amongst warlords is done to establish a harem. By capturing more women, there is more women to father children in the society. The act of fornication guides how we develop behavioral mechanisms used in the discernment process of discovering what is sin compared to a saint. Dualisms such as if we will get a piece of ass or a share of the pie prevent us from over writing the programs so that each of our strings might be interwoven.

By learning to control the emotional body sometimes we think that we need to suppress our emotional true selves in order to appease those that have such a significant impression within our direct sphere of influence. It is almost as if societal suppression is achieved through dark forces seeking to sabotage our relationship with our guides that lead us to our higher selves add spell out the way as the carpet is unrolled before us. We are all celebrities and stars in our own right and you don't have to be blinded by the strobe light of cameras in order to know that you are loved and worth respect.

Everyone is on a quest line adventure and they seek many high council's upon their journey in order to truly bear the ring. Bearing the ring symbolizes that we are willing to align with our own north star or higher self frequencies coming through from the multiverses at any moment as opposed to pretending we're operating on scripts that have been regurgitated through the lines of history.

No of course developing a relationship with our highest cell is not impossible. It is just like being drawn into the pearl as I was drawn into the mists of my dream. Engagement comes from automatically going with the flow. Discerning what feels good for me at any particular moment and knowing in the now how there is a balance between being a steward of the earth and self-gratification.

The highest will, identities and symbolism comes from being a shepherd of mankind in ushering them and myself toward becoming or embodying a new golden race. We sometimes trip upon hurdles as we are going down the lane. These hurdles are the terrestrial energies embodied by lower versions of ourselves and other people upon our shared planet. We can't win until we are willing to all become winners and more than leave no child behind, we can't leave anyone behind because everyone is screaming violently to be able to freely be themselves without being persecuted.

There is so much persecution to go around and so little room to hide from that persecution. We can prove to ourselves that we are committed to our highest will but we need to search out help in order to do that and when we take assistance, we need to be prudent and cautious with the ways that the resonance effects our body.

That's because it assists with the growth process. This doesn't mean that it will feel good. Just because it feels good doesn't mean that it will assist with the evolution of the planet.

In commitment to a twin flame we find all relations with everyone to be enhanced because they are from interdimensional in nature.

Love, Love those around you. Love a single flower a single a rose a single person for, Love is the connectedness that we need to bind us together sometimes it is that twin flame that can activate that fire of love, Be open….

But primarily love yourself!!!!

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