So people are saying now that this just proves arya and gendry were something out of the blue?
Like we had to buy that jon and dany fell in luuuuuv over some intense staring and ass saving and a boat but these two young couple who enduring inmense trauma together such as yoren’s death and harrenhal and the mountain’s torture and the wartorn riverlands and were violently separated from each other, after becoming a team and sharing food and the same concern for survival, upon meeeting each other again after years with the same teasing playful nature they had as kids and the same goddamn sexual tension that was even noted way way back when they shouldn’t have been having chemistry anyways, THAT COMES OUT OF THE BLUE FOR YOU?
Listen the bottom line is if theon and sansa had kissed no one would’ve bated an eye, because they endured some strong times together and looked cute, if baby umber lord and lyanna mormont have teased as gendrya did way back in s2 everyone would have been crying “puppy love!”. This is about how a woman (arya is a woman, MAISIE is a woman, young but still grown, get it into your heads) was baby badass to a bunch of fandom and ya’ll can’t deal with her being more complex than that.
I will say that even though I don’t ship Gendrya, the way the fandom chooses to clutch at it’s pearls at Arya embracing her sexuality is simply pathetic.
Why do witches like always wanna fatten kids up before they eat them?? fat is like the grossest part of meat
“Why hello there, little children~. Please follow me to my magical… FITNESS ROOM. NO P A N S I E S ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT. LEAVE YOUR WHINING AT THE DOOR BECAUSE IT’S LEG DAY AND WE’RE ABOUT TO GET R-R-R-RIPPE D.”
Because they’re always cooking said kids in cauldrons and ovens - aka long cooking times at lowish heat. If you do that to fatty meat, the fat melts completely and the meat gets tear-it-apart-with-a-fork soft. If you do it to lean meat, you get tiny little sad meat bits that bring no joy to anyone.
well you did ask
Also there’s wisdom in fattening them up on sweets and other carbs. A meatless, carb-rich diet makes for more tender and flavourful meat.
you are arguing over the semantics of EATING CHILDREN
Well yeah, you gotta get this shit right or it’s a waste of 40-80 lbs of meat.
plus if you feed them a high fat, low nutrition diet, they’re easier to subdue and less likely to run away, which would be a concern for an elderly crone.
Thank you, Old Witch With Candy House side of tumblr.
honestly grrm missed a huge opportunity in neglecting to explore Jon’s relationship to the staff and servants at Winterfell. They all obviously would have known him from infancy and played a huge role in raising him. I refuse to believe this sweet motherless little boy didn’t get smothered in pats on the head from every maid and serving woman. I absolutely cannot imagine a world where he didn’t cling to Old Nan like a barnacle until well past an appropriate age.
“Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths” is the closest we’ve gotten to an overarching thesis statement for ASOIAF. It reaches all the way back to the first book, to Ned (who, like Quent, turns out to not be the protagonist after all) and his shocking demise. So many readers have interpreted that moment, as well as the Red Wedding two books later, as being indicative of nihilism on GRRM’s part. Everything is chaos, honor gets you killed and is therefore worthless, “power is power.” But this is not so.
Ned’s legacy is not his death, it is his life. The children determined to find each other again because Dad taught them to stick together and be brave, the vassals who have set out to rescue and restore those children in his name, the memory both in-universe and IRL of a decent man who treated his servants like human beings worth listening to and who was determined to protect the young and innocent…all of this is the meaning of Ned Stark, not that he ended up as a head on a spike.
By the same token, the meaning of Tywin Lannister isn’t that he died on the can. It’s why he died on the can, and that is because he lived a terrible life. His legacy is his family tearing itself apart, his hoped-for Lannister regime falling to pieces across Westeros, and his oh-so-symbolic reeking corpse. One of these men, for all his mistakes, found and spread a worthy meaning in his brief time on Terros, and the other, for all his triumphs, did not. We are all mortal; all of us, “from the highest lord to the lowest gutter rat,” are ultimately helpless before the abyss that Quent leaps into in his final chapter. No one (not even Euron, try as he might) can change that. What matters, what makes us who are, what means something, is how we live our lives knowing that in the end, the house always wins.
I’m working on my second Daenerys illustration and.. it’s not done! obviously, but i’m definitely gonna continue this piece and try to paint Meereen-Dany as best I can. This is how I imagined her’ Dreamy and childlike, but growing into a woman… I’ve started drawing fanart again since I was like literally 12 and obsessed about Super Sayajins… I can’t believe how much I love her…
This image is part of a history series which will be featured on my map of Dorne.
HISTORICAL BACKGROUND:
Nymeria was a Princess of the Rhoynar. She fled her home country and brought ten thousand ships across the Narrow Sea to the shores of Dorne in southern Westeros. She struck an alliance with House Martell of Sunspear, taking Lord Mors Martell as her husband.
Mors Martell was Lord of the Sandship, and his lands were dwarfed by those of powerful kings such as House Yronwood. On the day she wed Mors, forming House Nymeros Martell, Nymeria had her fleet burned to affirm that the Rhoynar could not return to Essos.
The people of the Martell lands also intermarried with the Rhoynar, and the addition of the Rhoynar increased the strength of the Martells tenfold. Nymeria declared Mors to be the Prince of Dorne, using the Rhoynish title of prince instead of the Westerosi “king”. Equal primogeniture was also introduced.
The following campaign of Nymeria and Mors to conquer Dorne took years to accomplish, as they had to defeat numerous lords and petty kings in succession. Although the Martells gained the support of the Fowlers, Tolands, Daynes, and Ullers, for nine years Mors battled their last and greatest opponent, King Yorick V Yronwood, whose supporters included the Jordaynes, Wyls, Blackmonts, and Qorgyles. Although Yorick slew Mors in the Third Battle of the Boneway, Nymeria continued the war and eventually forced the Yronwoods into submission after another two years.
By war’s end Nymeria had sent six self-styled kings to the Wall: Yorick Yrownood, Vorian Dayne, Garrison Fowler, Lucifer Dryland, Benedict Blackmont, and Albin Manwoody. The fortress of Sunspear was made capital of Dorne, and House Martell has ruled ever since. The Rhoynar influence remains strong in Dorne.
ARTIST’S INFORMATION:
I tried to give those six kings that Nymeria defeated a bit of character. There is a Fowler on the far right, wearing a vulture helmet. “Fowler” implies having to do with birds of prey and we know that there will be someone like a “Vulture King” in Dorne later. I also used the same model for Vorian Dayne like before in the picture about the Daynes. There are six crows in the sky, symbolizing the future of those six kings as members of the Night’s Watch.
That’s it, the Professor is truly the King of Sass
The letter didn’t come from the Nazi party, but from the publishing house which had expressed an interest in the German translation of The Hobbit. Tolkien’s response really is a thing of beauty, though, so it deserves to be quoted in its entirety:
25 July 1938 20 Northmoor Road, Oxford
Dear Sirs,
Thank you for your letter. … I regret that I am not clear as to what you intend by arisch. I am not of Aryan extraction: that is Indo-iranian; as far as I am aware none of my ancestors spoke Hindustani, Persian, Gypsy, or any related dialects. But if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people. My great-great-grandfather came to England in the eighteenth century from Germany: the main part of my descent is therefore purely English, and I am an English subject - which should be sufficient. I have been accustomed, nonetheless, to regard my German name with pride, and continued to do so throughout the period of the late regrettable war, in which I served in the English army. I cannot, however, forbear to comment that if impertinent and irrelevant inquiries of this sort are to become the rule in matters of literature, then the time is not far distant when a German name will no longer be a source of pride.
Your enquiry is doubtless made in order to comply with the laws of your own country, but that this should be held to apply to the subjects of another state would be improper, even if it had (as it has not) any bearings whatsoever on the merits of my work or its suitability for publication, of which you appear to have satisfied yourselves without reference to my Abstammung.
I trust you will find this reply satisfactory, and remain yours faithfully
J.R.R. Tolkien.
(Letter 30)
The Hobbit wasn’t published in German until 1957.
This might just be the politest “fuck you” ever written.
W.h.a.t.
Not just “I wish I had Jewish ancestors, but I don’t,” but also “you do realize that’s not what ‘Aryan’ actually means, right,” and “you guys are making it pretty hard to be proud of my German heritage.”
I feel bad for fAegon and all but he’s a puppet king and the people who are pulling his strings are… woof. I mean Illyrio with his misogyny, his narcissism, his excessively lavish lifestyle, his disregard for seemingly any and all human life, and I’m going to add his controlling approach to love because the hands thing scream “HUMAN BEINGS ARE OBJECTS TO ME” oh also he’s probably a slaver and definitely at least involved in the slave trade. And Varys is worse. I don’t care that he is a thief or a spy. I care that he doesn’t care about anyone even when he personally knows the weight of their pain. Varys was born a slave and mutilated as a child and now he spends his days plotting with a man who is involved in the slave trade and mutilating children. I know the nature of trauma but to just not care, to not be able to empathize with others on those levels? It’s just not ok. Dany wasn’t a slave in name but she identified with the feeling of being used as coin in a bargain and is horrified that some people live that way their whole lives. She fights against the status quo, she fights against chains, she fights against coldheartedness. I don’t care how good of advisors he has or how sweet fAegon is, his puppeteers have orchestrated the death and ruin and woe of the smallfolk in Westeros twice now that we know of and have multiple times plotted to make things even worse for them so that fAegon could have great PR. No king is worth what Illyrio and Varys have put Westeros through, no death toll is worth this well educated, faux poor Perkin Warbuck. Don’t fall for the story that fAegon has been cocooned in, the men pulling his strings are as cold and heartless as the Others themselves.
“Here are three elements we often see in town names: If a town ends in “-by”, it was originally a farmstead or a small village where some of the Viking invaders settled. The first part of the name sometimes referred to the person who owned the farm - Grimsby was “Grim’s village”. Derby was “a village where deer were found”. The word “by” still means “town” in Danish. If a town ends in “-ing”, it tells us about the people who lived there. Reading means “The people of Reada”, in other words “Reada’s family or tribe”. We don’t know who Reada was, but his name means “red one”, so he probably had red hair. If a town ends in “-caster” or “-chester”, it was originally a Roman fort or town. The word comes from a Latin words “castra”, meaning a camp or fortification. The first part of the name is usually the name of the locality where the fort was built. So Lancaster, for example, is “the Roman fort on the River Lune”.”
— A Little Book of Language by David Crystal, page 173. (via linguaphilioist)
It’s a minor pet peeve, but it is everywhere today so errrr…. please keep in mind that “Rest in Peace”/RIP literally comes from a latin phrase and is a very very deeply Christian expression.
When talking about the departed, Jews say “may their memory be a blessing.”
So please, when talking about a dead person who is Jewish, try to keep in mind that RIP is a Christian phrase.
I learned something today, so I’ll pass it on so someone else can learn too
Anonymous asked: Why you think Sansa will ultimately marry Harrold Hardyng. Harry's family are largely landed knight. When Sansa identity is revealed, the Vale lords would object to the matching, viewing Harry has a upstart. Harry would than be lord or king of the Vale and the North. Far to much power for a mere Landed Knight. I know asoiaf isn't your standard fantasty but isn't this a bit too cruel on Martins part. Martin is a Romantic in the old sense of the 1800's. This does not sound like that.
When Robert Arryn dies, Harry Hardying becomes the only surviving heir to House Arryn, and thus the Lord of the Eyrie and Lord Paramount of the Vale. I have no idea where you get the idea he’s an upstart, and that’s certainly not how the Lords of the Vale think.
If there’s any objection to be made to the match, it’s that the natural daughter of Petyr Baelish is too lowly for the heir to the Vale, but Littlefinger dealt with that objection by buying up the debts of Anya Waynwood, Harry’s guardian.
The reason I think she’ll marry him is that, unlike in the show, there has to be a reason for the army of the Vale to go to war on Sansa Stark’s behalf. A dynastic marriage is the only thing that makes sense within the rules of feudal politics - we’ve already seen plenty of examples of this, from Mace demanding a royal marriage as the price for his army to Hoster Tully demanding a double wedding as the price for his.
I too believe that Martin is a Romantic. But Romanticism loves nothing better than romances that can never be because of the mores of society, or even better, romances that happen despite the mores of society and then end badly.
