#screams and cries #kicks pillow out of window #seems like such a long time ago maybe another life #i mean look at them look at robb for god’s sake #the only worry arya used to have was how to piss off sansa and how she did not want to marry a lord #robb the young boy the future lord of winterfell so young such a young soul#and all cat could worry about was if ned was gonna take or not the hand position #it all changed so fast
trufax: I don’t really ship ships in game of thrones, but I ship alliances and things like arya and sansa reuniting and learning to work together
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Seeing my mom hurting makes me want to hurt whoever’s responsible but she had elective surgery which essentially leaves her responsible so my current emotions are basically:
????!!>:0??mommy????iloveyou
Just found out from my mom that my brother and his friend at school bet their achievement certificates against each other’s, so now he’s the owner of her Academic Decathlon event award and she’s working toward winning his rejection letter from Cal State Northridge.
I want somebody to play this game with with me and if I win one of your awards I promise to frame it and display it on my wall.
For Christmas part of my brothers’ presents was that I gave them each a black leather journal and told them I would engrave whatever they wanted on the front. Whatever they wanted.
One of them finally came to a decision today and he requested “Nicolas Cage’s face, preferably with his mouth open.”
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*uncomfortably google image searches “Nicolas Cage open mouth”*
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My Brother: Most rule 34 applicable character, adventure time wise. Definitely.
Me: Marceline? Yeah.
My Brother: No Finn. I mean Fiona! …Oh yeah and I guess Marceline too.
Me: With the lesbians, yeah. Marceline and-
My Brother: Marceline and Bubblegum.
Me: Yep. They have a ship name even.
My Brother: …Bubbline?
Me: Yes! *high fives and general enthusiasm*
My Brother: I knew it!
My Brother: …Because Bubbline sounds better than Marcel Gum.
When I was seven or eight I was still afraid of the dark and it embarrassed me, so to make me feel better my mom told me a story about being a kid and being so scared of something reaching out from under her bed and grabbing her ankle that she would run and jump onto her bed from as far away as she could
So that night I hid under her bed and when she came into the room I reached out and grabbed her ankle and scared the crap out of her.
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I sent my grandpa a poem in the mail and he sent me this one back:
Her Triumph
I did the dragon’s will until you cameBecause I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation, or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall:
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit;
And then you stood among the dragon-rings.
I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free,
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus;
And now we stare astonished at the sea,
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.
- William Butler Yeats
The note with it says “What does ‘the dragon’ in line 1 stand for? And the ‘strange bird’ in the last line?
My first impression is that the dragon stands for predetermination / being ruled by your fate, where the bird stands for freedom (it’s an evolution of the dragon; maybe the ‘miraculous strange bird’ is what a dragon looks like to you when you are separate from it, not beholden to it or ruled by it… that’s all I’ve got so far).
Help me out tumblr! I’d love to hear any impressions you have at all; I love my grandpa and I’ll end up with something to write back to him regardless, but I’m grateful that I have him and that he’ll share poems like this with me, and I really liked it, so I wanted to share it with you guys.
What do you think about while reading this?
