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@lwbrn-aa
i’m remaking this blog, new blog, new fc, new start. still modern-focused but I’ll have a canon verse for those into that, if y’all want me to follow you from the new blog like this and i will–otherwise, this blog is being deleted in a few hours
@lwbrn
i'm remaking this blog, new blog, new fc, new start. still modern-focused but I'll have a canon verse for those into that, if y’all want me to follow you from the new blog like this and i will--otherwise, this blog is being deleted in a few hours
Richard Siken
Weeks go by. Night arrives slowly. Moths settle on the windowpane: small pale telegrams from the world.
Tomas Tranströmer, “Lament” (11-14), from Bright Scythe, tr. Patty Crane.
do you ever think about gendry knowing that the orphanage and caves full of refugees and all the people in them won’t be able to survive when winter comes, him thinking about arya stark telling him stories about winterfell and its walls suffused with warmth, deserting from stoneheart’s revenge design and leading a caravan of orphans all the way to winterfell that’s been recently rewon, seeing arya there recently returned from the dead at the head of her pack of wolves, and the only explanation he can offer is a tired and certain : i knew you would protect them, i knew that you would find a way to keep them safe
PATERSON (2016)
maybe it was you who woke me today in the dark; I know you’re still around here somewhere.
Franz Wright, from “For Frank Stanford,” God’s Silence: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)
rpmemesfam·:
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
anyways what if the brotherhood is headquartered in chicago
gendry’s playlist
anyways gendry hates highborns but like not /all/ highborns because when they were children a scared and hungry stark once climbed up onto his shoulders to give water to men dying starved in crow cages who had once been loyal to her father to ease their suffering not only out of a sense of duty to them for serving to protect her family but also out of basic human compassion despite their crimes so
Marian Keyes, The Mystery of Mercy Close
it’s amazing how disconnected i feel from got discourse these days
gendry’s illiteracy is so big in modern because yes it’s about CLASS like everything with him tbh but his reluctance to pursue language skills is bigger than that too, part of it is this frustration that he carries in him, this stubbornness, that’s half a refusal to participate in a system of education that seems to have been designed to pass him along pointlessly and half headbutting against academia as an oppressive construct -- almost trying to prove that he doesn’t want to attend the party anyways so it doesn't matter if he wasn’t invited -- but bigger than that and rawer than that and realer than that is his isolation, his huge isolation and aloneness, and the thing inside of him that feel languageless, untranslatable, to the point where reading and writing seems to him, at first, so pointless, impractical and insincere. all these words belong to other people and the whole tradition of language as communication, as storytelling, is a tradition and concept of community and togetherness and human connection and there is that thing, inside of him, that doesn’t think that he is a part of that, dialogue is a one-sided concept to him, just him being spoken at, he has no sense of the communion of language for a long time in his life and that’s part of why he doesn’t feel motivated to learn to read / write at a higher level for so long and it’s also a part of why he’s so overwhelmingly stunted and bad at conveying the stuff that makes him up into words to offer up to other people. he just can’t communicate. he’s never had to, no one has ever wanted to hear it, and he’s never wanted to tell them. and if you don’t think that there’s an element of dissonance in feeling disconnected from his memories of his mother speaking mixed english and tagalog to him, the further ghost that makes of her memory and how the fact that he remembers almost nothing functionally of the language distances him from his early-childhood self rather than rooting him, representing just another layer of translating that he doesn’t feel capable of doing, then whew
