When he chose God over the love of his life
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When he chose God over the love of his life
Alexander Tyrell and her kin - A study on pararells, forefathers, ambition and faith
The young student of secrets, Varys' little shadow, looked Tyrell trought and trought, if not for the cold lily-blue eyes and the shock of white behind his ear that told on his mother's blood.
"Are You a Tyrell or a Targaryen, boy?" "I am my mother's child and my father's mirror, am I not? If I am a dragon in the rose garden or a rose in the dragon pit matters not, both make people stare. Let me be my teacher's spider and that'll be enough for now."
"I had that dream again, mother, the dream of Fire and Blood. I dreamt of the Black Dread and of Aerea the Foolish. I was her, or she was me, oh, who was whom matters not; for Balerion, the Black Dread, the eldest, was under me, his hot, hectic scales of the black of coal keeping warm even as the icy wind made my ears ring. I was free up there, as free as a dove, a dragon lord among those clouds. We rode and rode and rode, until my clothes were but rags, until my crooked leg had forgotten the pain of standing and my hands had gotten used to the pain of holding onto the dragon, until we saw it, our homeland. The Doom… oh, mother o' mine, as the Doom of Valyria rose in front of my two own eyes, I awoke weeping."
"I am a coward, ask anyone in this court and they'll tell you as much. Ifear pasions, I fear angry men, I fear sweet women, I fear love, I fear that my dreams are true and I fear doubly so that they aren't. I lay awake, terrified of the though of having gone mad, my lady. I fear my mother's blood more than I can fear a thousand swords."
"It's strange, is it not?" "What is?" "The way them Targaryens come in litters. Twins, y'know? There's too many o' them in that family." "Maybe the Gods were making partnerships already."
And who would they put in the throne, if not Daenerys Targaryen? Her crippled, deformed, Tyrell nephew? Her vapid Tyrell niece? No, it had to be the Mother of Dragons.
I feel like no one admits the importance of Jack confiding in Hannibal about how he met his wife in Italy and then when Hannibal runs away Will goes to find him in Italy.
(this is poorly explained but I hope you get it)
I know not a lot of people would understand this but i just had to make it
Struck by reality . . . .
Sansa could feel the Hound watching her. "Did you think Joff was going to take you himself?" He laughed. He had a laugh like the snarling of dogs in a pit. "Small chance of that." He pulled her unresisting to her feet. "Come, you're not the only one needs sleep. I've drunk too much, and I may need to kill my brother tomorrow." He laughed again. Suddenly terrified, Sansa pushed at Septa Mordane's shoulder, hoping to wake her, but she only snored the louder. King Robert had stumbled off and half the benches were suddenly empty. The feast was over, and the beautiful dream had ended with it.
—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II
"No." He could hear the defeat in her voice. "Sorry to be of trouble, m'lord. I only . . . they said the king keeps people safe, and I thought . . ." Despairing, she ran, Sam's cloak flapping behind her like great black wings. Jon watched her go, his joy in the morning's brittle beauty gone. Damn her, he thought resentfully, and damn Sam twice for sending her to me. What did he think I could do for her? We're here to fight wildlings, not save them. Other men were crawling from their shelters, yawning and stretching. The magic was already faded, icy brightness turning back to common dew in the light of the rising sun.
—A Clash of Kings - Jon III
The golden prince wasn't really gallant.
There was no true knight, just a brute sellsword bodyguard.
The king doesn't keep people safe.
It's hard to be a true knight constricted by so many empty vows.
Also, take note how that's the first chapter where Sansa is called a little bird, and how Gilly was wearing Sam's cloak, too big for her that looked like great black wings flapping when she ran.
Jon was thinking about Sansa's sense of wonder before meeting Gilly, and when the girl said her name he complimented it, like Sansa once taught him.
And good sweet Sam telling Gilly that the king keeps people safe sounds just like Sansa.
BONUS:
The Show gave Jon's lines about Sansa and the magic beyond the Wall to Sam Tarly, and they made it about Sam and Gilly:
GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 2 - EPISODE 5 - THE GHOST OF HARRENHAL
SAM: Beautiful, isn't it? Gilly would love it here.
DOLOROUS EDD (to GRENN): There's nothing more sickening than a man in love.
Oscar would relate SO MUCH to Steven Universe
Everytime I see this scene I can't help to imagine Steven is Oscar, White is Salem and Connie is Ruby. It all fits so well.
Salem is convinced that oscar is only one of Oz's tricks, and that he's deceiving himself. He's fooling everyone into thinking he's Oscar, that he's not Ozma, that his soul is not the same.
Oscar denying it at first, also convinced that it's not true, that he's his own person even if he carries a part of him (his soul)
And salem saying that Oscar holds information and has memories that he couldn't have by himself. Oscar starts doubting, remembering everything he knows about Amity, Atlas, his mannerisms. Hallucinations like when he saw himself in the mirror back in his farm. Oscar starts doubting, he weakens.
Ruby appears, trying to help him and tells him not to listen to Salem, she's just trying to mess with him.
And well, this would be a stretch, mainly because Oscar doesn't have anything tangible that contains oz's soul. But let's say for the sake of the post that Salem would be able to separate Oscar from his soul just to prove that his soul is not his but Ozma's. His soul at first adopts the form of Ozma, then of his multiple incarnations and finally, Oscar. They need each other bc that's his soul. Oscar soul tells Salem that Ozma as she knows him is gone. Ruby helps Oscar get to his soul, reuniting and becoming one again
And everything because Oscar has to deal with everything Ozpin and the previous incarnations started and tried to finish, dragging a lot of people in the process to face a villain that not only is stuck in the past but also holds a bond with the original soul, Ozma
It all just fits SO WELL
And it baffles me how easily people understood that Steven is his own person even when the series show all the "anomalies" Steven suffers bc of his gem and the memories it holds but somehow, a lot of RWBY fans can't see Oscar as his own person and just see him as a meatsuit for Ozpin and a fuckin vessel, missing the whole point of Oscar's character arc
Crying in H Mart, Michelle Zauner, 2021 /// Why Fathers Cry at Night, Kwame Alexander, 2023
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