Not A Sansa Hater

Another obsessed fan of aSOIAF , a mom

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thoughts by Dalyce, two am (or near enough as makes no matter)

I’m setting a personal record the same day my son is diagnosed with cerebral palsy. My best night thus far has been 575 in seven hours; I’m hoping for 8 in 8. 

No amount of money can make my son an able-bodied boy, I know. None of the king’s horses and zero of his men. 

He is’t broken, of course. He knows nothing else and smiles like any other boy, cries too.

Money really doesn’t mean a mummer’s fart. But it will help me care for him, that it will. Still, it doesn’t mean much.

It is nice to have good company at work, for a change, and making money usually feels good in some capacity. 

Did I mention I have this horrible, super charming cough and one of my amazing tippers had a cigar in my face for about 20 straight inutes?

I don’t hate him for it, he apologized after all and handed me over 100$ in tips. I usually hate them for it, even when they do tip. I’m a human, after all. It’s inhumane to blow smoke in a person’s face, and on this matter, my opinion will never waver. 

What about that time I had to pick lice out of those two French snots? Jules and Tom they were, and Cecile, their mother, told me I was too high maintenence for being grossed out by such a trifle. 

“There are so many worse things to have in zee life,” she assured me.

She wasn’t wrong.

I was still entitled to cringing at the task. It was still  horrible.

If I could choose, lice from the French brats’ heads or a child without cerebral palsy? Well, that’s tough. I don’t want to change my son, you see. But for his sake, well, I suppose you know what I would choose.

It’s still okay to think the lice are gross, and the kids’ whose heads they inhabit.

It’s okay to hate cigarette smoke, too.

It’s still okay.

*edit, I made 630 in 8 hours. RIP 800 but still a PR.

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Trying not to feel sorry for myself. So it begins.

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mood

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   every day, i imagine a future where i can be with you. in my hand is a pen that will write the poem of me and you.

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I’m so obsessed with this song. I want to borrow someone’s keyboard and learn it and record a cover.

[reystars]

nancy wheeler: *loses her best friend when she’s murdered by a bloodthirsty monster and feels immense guilt about it because she truly believes it’s her fault*

nancy wheeler: *reacts somewhat emotionally because she can’t even tell her best friend’s parents what happened and they’re SELLING THEIR HOUSE to try to find their daughter because of their false hope*

nancy wheeler: *has a hard time feeling deeply connected with her loving boyfriend, not because of any fault of his, but because she’s SIXTEEN, and she’s dealing with A Lot Of Shit*

nancy wheeler: *naturally gravitates towards Jonathan who understands a similar sort of loss and stood by her side while they were trying to hunt the monster that took her best friend (and his brother)*

nancy wheeler: *handles her emotion with anger and focus on a cause instead of dealing with it head on because she is a T E E N A G E R and would rather burn Hawkins Lab to the ground by exposing them to the world than work through her complicated loss*

everyone on the internet: omg nancy has no depth she’s such a BITCH she’s just toying with the boys emotion and playing them!

[reystars]

#female character showing complicated and unpretty emotions? what a bitch # a woman not being perfectly demure and subsuming her feelings for the sake of her man and his comfort? garbage # i know steve is everyone’s precious cinnamon roll now  #but maybe step the fuck off a traumatized teenager for not handling her grief in a perfectly pretty uncomplicated way #and for liking someone that she has more in common with??? (x)

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This! It’s Sansa Stark all over again. 

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Brothers

Aegon V with maester Aemon

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This is everything. Beautiful work!

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I wish I could go to Ice and Fire Con!

I mean, I could go, I guess. It would be difficult and annoying though and just, with Phoenix’s health in question it’s probably unrealistic.

I mostly wish I hadn’t been stuck under my Vegas-shaped rock these past three years and that I’d gone to them before I decided to have a little baby. Oh well! I can glean from social media and hope for a future one in LA (or even Vegas itself?) between now and the release of Winds/Dream. 

SO let me pretend I am not a scatter-brained lazy ass and I’m a member of the small council.

I’m DALYCE pronounced DALLAS and no, I’m not from Texas.

My favorite characters are Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Oberyn Martell, Sandor Clegane, and Lyanna Stark (I guess top 5 is good)

Favorite POVs: Sansa/Alayne, Jon Snow, Tyrion, Theon, Asha, Davos

Character I wish had a POV: Hard question!! Maybe Val or a Tyrell

My favorite book is Feast/Dance. I’m obsessed with the combined reading. Honorable mention is definitely Clash. 

Biggest hope for TWOW: THAT IT GETS PUBLISHED and also Sansa slaying giant Littlefinger-shaped a-holes and Cersei’s downfall cont’d and the real Tower of Joy reveal and the Blackfish kicking actual ass in the riverlands instead of that pathetic travesty from season 6 and the horn of Joramun reveal and Euron’s apocalypse! Not necessarily in that order. Was I supposed to have just one?

I can’t answer the last question because I’ve never been to a con, only Ren fairs, but I assume my favorite memory would probably be drinking Arbor gold and exulting in the beauty that there are other like-minded ASOIAF connoisseurs in the world and that everyone was so lovely and friendly and impressive in all of their toils and research and organizational efforts.  

[trial-of-the-grasses]

You’re more than that

Book scene from “The Sword of Destiny” written by Andrzej Sapkowski

“Geralt!” The witcher turned instantly and rushed to meet the young girl. The scene left Yurga speechless. He had never seen anyone move so fast. “Geralt!” the little girl repeated, hugging the witcher’s chest. “You’ve found me! I knew it! I always knew! I knew you’d find me!” “Ciri,” the witcher said. Yurga didn’t see Geralt’s face, hidden by the little girl’s ashen hair. He only saw black-gloved hands squeezing Ciri’s back and shoulders. “You’ve finally found me! Oh, Geralt! I waited all this time! It took so long… We’ll stay together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, right? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!” “Forever, Ciri.” “It’s just like they predicted, Geralt! Like they predicted… I’m your destiny? Say it! I’m your destiny?” “You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.”

By:  Alex Albu

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!! This. 

[notdifferent-justme]

Having a disability would be so sad

The thing you have to realize is, as an abled person you are never going to understand what it’s like to be disabled unless you become disabled yourself.

You think it must be so sad to have a disability. You feel sorry. You feel pity. But what you don’t understand is many of us were born disabled. For us it’s not sad, it just…is. Being disabled is all we have ever known so we’ve grown up adapting our lives to it. This is our normal.

Disability is sad to you because you have not grown up disabled, and have not adapted. So becoming disabled would be scary because you don’t know what it’s like to be disabled and you’d have to learn a new way of life from scratch.

But I don’t have to learn this because it is who I am and all I’ve ever been. It’s not sad, it’s just how my life is. 

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This. I don’t have a disability, and possibly my son doesn’t either, but possibly, he does have a disaibility, and I’m not talking about it on my major social media platforms (I have like two tumblr posts and probably zero followers) because I don’t want people to be sad for me. Being a mom is hard, period. But babies are also incredible creatures, period. I hope my son this sort of zen wisdom. 

[sheisrecovering]

Those with Cerebral Palsy are intelligent, strong, and capable. #StopTheStigma

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March is apparently Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month. Nothing is confirmed as yet, but my son is currently undergoing the diagnostics game per not making developmental milestones and showing a real weakness in his muscle-tone. I’m doing what I can to stay positive, strong, optimistic, and grateful while also not jumping too many guns. It’s hard. 

[moonlightsdreaming]

Wolves by Shal. E

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I’m into these age-appropriate fan arts.....

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prompt 964 Time ticks by, and the past, once known so well, becomes a stranger.

Was it ever known, though? If intimacy is defined by the degree through which one knows someone, how come there are so many one-night-stands? I never really knew you, though it’s possible you knew me. We knew each other, sure. I still remember stepping into your apartment after all those years, glancing up at the blankets spread across your loft. I smiled, I set my belongings aside, and I climbed up that ladder, embraced those blankets like they were you in the flesh. I could smell you. I could almost taste you. You were there, and yet you weren’t, and oh, how I wanted you inside me, on top of me, all of the ways at once. But, I had to wait, for reasons not sexy at all, because none of it was a dream. 

That night, I met you in the streets of Paris and we walked through the hilly district of Montmarte, so picturesque, and this time, it was like something out of a dream. We walked slowly, and the dialogue was maybe a bit awkward, because I’d already forgotten all of my French and I’d prepared a greeting in French but how could I speak that language when you were there in front of me, the image of un homme Francais? I got tongue tied. 

Where are you now? In this world, the past need not stay in the past at all, for most are a mere Google or a Snap away. You blocked me from all that, though, you had to, I see that. I know you looked me up when I was pregnant, that wasn’t subtle at all, but you saw that it was true. I left you for some other guy and now I’m nursing his little baby. I miss you, or is it just because you were the one to reveal to me the truth of R + L= J? You were French, yet you knew those English books better than I myself did. You were older of course, I’m always dating older, always grasping, hoping I’ll maybe come out a little more ahead...

No, I haven’t changed, and I stand by my decisions. The past is a stranger, but our present was so estranged. Was it you I loved? Or Paris? Please don’t take that the wrong way, because I do love you in some form of the word, and I did. Time doesn’t tick, it races by, and in the midst of that blur, a lover fades from a tu back into a vous. 

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Coming in for the ELEVENTH slot is Victarion Greyjoy the Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet he is a brutally efficient warrior as well as a more than competent commander ad honestly with the exception of his obvious short comings he is kind of awesome.

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Okay I made my list, and Victarion Greyjoy didn’t make the cut, but I may have to revise as I FORGOT HOW GOOD THE REAVER CHAPTER IS. GOT season 7 tried to nod to this one with their “Yara”/ “Euron” battle but even camera angles and editing cannot portray the epic badassery of Victarion, the cool creepiness of Euron ... god what a villain

[thethreehares]

Quentyn has a harder road to walk…

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because I forgot how good “The Windblown” chapter is. I will say, the guy in this portrait is rather more comely than I pictured Quentyn to be (maybe I’m biased, he looks like my own partner) but awesome work nonetheless

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The Windblown

who doesn’t love the eclectic array of leaders and their sellsword companies in this Quentyn Martell/Prince Frog chapter? If I were in universe and I wasn’t a red priestess, perhaps I’d be a Heron, although the latter doesn’t sound very appealing

[northernwinedregs]

Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.

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accurate.........been feeling frustrated and overly negative lately. Hating my job doesn’t help, incompetent doctors that make you wait around for two hours (two days on end) and still can’t give your son the treatment that is six months in the making don’t help either

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ways of describing someone’s walk

Her father lumbered through the kitchens while her oldest dog scuttled, tail often between her legs and whining about some sock stolen from some place. 

Her boyfriend strutted, of what, no one knew, but her mom marched like the bow-legged penguin that she was. 

Her sister slumped, though not unhandsomely, and her sister’s wife padded along on tiny ballerina’s feet. 

She herself plowed through life, always in a hurry, to where and to what end, even she might never know......