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biomic · 6 days
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AWUWHUGHGHUHGUHUHAWUHG GOHH MY GODDD D/????/??
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brownskinella · 9 months
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Gohh damn girl you looking like a wife..
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This isn’t really a fully formed thought or anything. But it’s interesting how Sansa, Jon, and Lyanna specifically factor into one of GRRM’s greater explorations on the merits of fantasy. More specifically, there is a common trope that connects these three characters: a princess locked in a tower transforming into a valiant knight/hero. Lyanna and Jon, for starters, are pretty obvious explorations of this. Lyanna is the reconstructed version of this classic trope especially as presented through Arthurian tradition; but the twist here is that the dragon/knight who “locks” her in the tower isn’t actually evil and she isn’t so much kidnapped but rather willingly chooses to go there with him. This princess in a tower directly results in the birth of the hidden prince trope, which is even older than Arthur. So one fantasy classic, Rhaegar and Lyanna, leads to another with Jon being Arthur (a hidden prince and destined king), Percival (a hero who grows up in obscurity but has a great destiny to save the land), and Galahad (a noble hero destined to be even greater than his father, Rhaegar/Lancelot, ever was) all at once.
This princess dies in the tower…but her spirit/ghost lives on through her son, who grows up to look and act just like her, eventually becoming the valiant hero you read in the stories (but again, a de/reconstructed version). Part of how Jon does this is by repeating Lyanna’s actions as the valiant “knight” protecting an innocent from bullies. So by making it out of that tower even though his mother didn’t, Jon becomes the survival and rebirth of the fantasy ideal. You could even make the argument that just because Lyanna died doesn’t mean fantasy died as well because it lives on through Jon, her son. And this is actually is aided by Lyanna’s pleading for her son’s life, so she has some agency in how fantasy is preserved in the same way she had agency in how it’s perpetuated when she protected Howland Reed and when she ran off with Rhaegar. The princess living on and becoming the hero/knight in the stories is thus taken on by two characters here: Lyanna and Jon, mother and son. Jon goes even further into the Arthurian-knight playbook by encountering and eventually killing another vicious bully, Janos Slynt, who was coincidentally had a hand in his father’s demise. Then enter princess in the tower 2.0, Sansa Stark.
Sansa is an interesting case because she’s not martial in the way Lyanna and Jon are. But she too encounters her fair share of knights and villains. Janos Slynt is one of them, and Littlefinger will be another. I’ve talked about this before but Jon becoming the valiant hero Sansa wished for is important because it directly plays into GRRM’s reconstruction and (imo) defense of the ideals of fantasy. It’s not so much that heroes don’t exist - they actually do. They just might be far away, or might be the ones you’d never expect. This is the opposite of the “fantasy is dead, stop believing because everything sucks” reading you might see in some sections of the fandom. This moment may not end up meaning much for Jon and Sansa and their relationship, but it means a lot to us readers who are audiences of GRRM’s conversations with the genre and his arguments for its appeal. But that’s not the only interesting thing because Sansa, unlike Lyanna, does eventually make it out of the tower. But she’s currently in the hands of Littlefinger who, like Janos Slynt, was a villain responsible for her father’s demise. In this scenario, will she have to wait for a valiant hero to come take care of him again? Or will she instead don the knight’s armor (figuratively) by enacting justice in her own right? Based on the GoHH’s prophecy, it looks like it will be the latter; and it’s important to note how often “armor” as a motif is repeated in Sansa’s chapters. Thus, the princess evolving into the hero is told through the arc of a singular character here. Sansa is the princess who makes it out of the tower to become a hero of her own making; important disclaimer though, Littlefinger doesn’t really play into the elements of knighthood but he does count as an evil lord holding a princess hostage so Sansa can still be a subversion of the knight rescuing the maiden - the lesson being that she is her own knight, her own salvation!
It’s a very powerful meta-textual thread that exists between these three characters. They all fit into a wider narrative about fantasy and how it can live on, whether played straight or twisted a little crooked. So Sansa doesn’t have to be an overt in-universe parallel to Lyanna because that’s just not her role in the story. And I personally don’t think any “similarities” they have are actually important to Sansa as a person or to Jon because let’s face it, Lyanna’s primary (and most important) role is to be Jon’s mother and everything else informs on that. But both these women (and Jon) can be meta twinsies based on how they fit into GRRM’s wider narrative goals.
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agentrouka-blog · 1 year
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theirs many similarities between egg and dany which has lead me to believe that dany is gonna end up so deep into a prophecy that its gonna burn down her entire regime similar to how egg saw prophecy that led him to kill majority of the remaining targs ending his regime
I don't even think that Aegon V was that prophecy-obsessed. He just wanted the power of dragonflame to enforce his policy-decisions. He seems at the very least ambivalent about the prophecy aspects as late as the marriage between Aerys and Rhaella.
I suspect the prophecy-obsession was more prevalent with his children due to their closeness to the Ghost of High Heart (and whatever shred of truth or not may be attached the role of the prophecy for House Targ as presented in HOTD). Shaera and Jaehaerys II forced their children to marry each other on the word of the GOHH. Abdicated and politically unmotivated Duncan Targaryen was present during the ritual at Summerhall for some reason.
That tragedy was likely fed by several competing angles: prophetic and political. Both sides were united in the thing they wanted: the power of dragons. Both sides were obliterated in a conflagration.
So far, the political angle far outweighs any interest in prophecy for Daenerys, while that aspect is well-covered by the Stannis faction. Stannis is also ambivalent but opportunistic with regard to it, much like his own ancestor Aegon V. Dany is all about employing dragons for her political and martial ends, so far.
We'll see if that changes once she comes into contact with representatives of the R'hllor religion or gains further insight into what motivated her brother Rhaegar.
I don't really expect her ending to be primarily motivated by the desire to fulfill a prophecy, though. Too much of her arc so far has been motivated by her own sense of destiny, her own childhood trauma and her own fantasies of what a return to Westeros might mean for her personal happiness. The throne itself is her goal, and it's a painfully empty one. I don't expect GRRM to replace the inherent tragedy of this misguided personal desire with a different motivation so late into the books.
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dyannawynnedayne · 8 months
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Magic User Slapfight: Round .5
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GoHH: art by lupotterdraws, AWOIAF Page
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Tyanna: art by artgailz, AWOIAF Page
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BRACKET LINK
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enighui · 1 year
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Van Gohh Experience
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jadeharley-fan · 3 months
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By popular request because all the ladies want me if you if you could return dont let it burn dont let it fade im sure im not being rude but itsnjust your attitude its tearing me apart its ruining everythingg i swore i swore it would be true and honey so did you so why were you holding her hand is that the way we stand were yu lying all theirme was it just a game to you butim in so deeppp you know im such a fool for youu you got me wrapped around yuoru fingerrrr do you hve to let it linger do you have to do uou have to do you have to let it longer gohh i thought the world of you i thougt nothing could go wrong but i was wrong i ws wronggg if you if you coul d getby trying not to lie things wouldnt be so confused and i wouldnt feel so used but you always really knew i just wanna be with you and im in so deep you know im such a fool for you you got me wrapped around your fingerrrrughhhh do you have to let it linger do you ahve to do you have to do you have to let it linger and im in so deep you know im such a fool for you you got me wrapped around your fingerrrr do youhave to let it linger do you have to do you have to do you have to let it linger you know im such a fool for you you got me wrapped around your finger do you have to let it linger do you have to do you have to do you have to let it linger. Thank you gang for coming to my show @thesoupman
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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years
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Request for maybe Eddie dealing with like dust allergies while in hiding at the boathouse? Like Steve and his other friends come over to find him just not having a great time allergy wise.
This one got away from me, whoops. Like...lots more sneezes than I think any other fic I've done for our boy. Hope you guys enjoy!
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Eddie is not having a great time. On top of being wanted for literal murder, and watching a girl he thought he could be friends with brutally die in front of him, his stupid allergies are acting up. Henderson and his friends have been by and somehow convinced him that what he’s seen is vaguely normal- if you can call interdimensional, real life dungeons and dragons shit normal. And it’s not even normal, it’s stuff they’ve fought before, gone through before. Who knew Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington were actually as badass as Henderson has been saying all along. 
Sniffling wetly, the curly haired man rubs his nose with the inside of his shirt, pulling the neck hem up against his face. God everything itches. His eyes are wet and starting to get red from the irritation. Eddie knows it’s the dust that’s covering practically every inch of the storage area, not that he would clean it either. It probably hasn’t been used in years, not when Rick lives out here by himself- he can’t really see the guy going out to Lovers Lake for some fishing on an old pontoon. 
“ih’NGKkt! h’KGt’uh! hih’Gdtch’uh!” 
Another sniffle that he’s sure only makes him inhale more of the crap that’s making his nose go crazy. It crosses his mind to maybe radio to the others and ask for allergy meds, but that’ll cost more money that he’s already running low on- because obviously he’s paying these guys back for anything they pick up for him, he’s not a charity case. 
When his nose starts running again, Eddie’s aware he’s going to have to use his bandana. He’s been putting it off, even though he knows it’s silly. His bandana is usually just for looks, to let others know that are in on the secret just exactly what he likes. But now, as he sits on a milk crate against the wall, he has no choice. Slipping it out of his back pocket, the guitarist wipes at his nose, which only serves to irritate it further. 
Eyes fluttering shut, nostrils twitching over and over, the rims quivering with ridiculous allergic anticipation, Eddie presses the cloth up against his nose, slick from allergies. 
“ihnGKstch’uhew! ih’KTsch’uhew! hh! hh’ihdtch’UHEW!” 
The last one bursts out of him, more vocal than the rest. Back when he was little he can remember having the most dramatic, loud sneezes, but as he got older he’d reigned them in for the most part, unless he’d been around something like fur or dust or leaves for a while. 
“F-Fuhhck…” Eddie rubs at his nose, small circular motions with his palm and bandana, trying to get at this unrelenting itchy feeling.Though it’s all throughout his head and sinuses, the tip and right inside his nose seem to be the worst. He’s not exactly sure how long he sits there just rubbing and snuffling, but as soon as he stops, he’s inhaling jaggedly, nose running as if it’s been waiting for this moment. 
“hih’IHKSCHuhew! ah’IKTtsch’uhew! ihh’GgkschEW! hh! hHH! Oh my gohh! …FUCK!” 
Hitching desperately, Eddie rubs his nose when the sneeze backs down, cussing. And god damn it, he really just wants to be able to breathe without being shut down thanks to his completely stuffed up nose. Finally, he blows his nose, wincing at just how disgustingly thick it sounds. There goes his bandana, he thinks exasperatedly. Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. Fuck this end of the world bullshit, and fuck Jason fucking Carver for wanting to beat the shit out of him. FUCK. 
Leaning his head back against the wall and keeping his bandana close, Eddie coughs a little and rubs his eye with his unoccupied hand, mouth open so he can breathe. A minute later, he hears a car, and his whole body tenses. Please for the love of Jesus don’t let it be Carver and his lackeys. Hands trembling a little, the long haired man shoves his bandana into his pocket and crouches down, quickly making his way to the window to look out and see if he can spy anyone. Eye’s peeking out, he scans the area but sees nothing. Had he imagined it? 
With his guard now let down, body deflating, Eddie sits on a dusty box, regretting it instantly. Dust billows up enough he can physically see it in the air. He tries not to breathe, but it only lasts so long, and he doesn’t have enough sense in him to move, apparently. Scrambling for his bandana, he pushes it tightly to his nose, feeling his nostrils twitch and flare. Mess dribbles down into the cloth and the twenty year olds eyes shut, jiggling his septum to try and get at the tickle. 
“huhIKSchuhh! aah’IHgtchuhew! hh’ihnkstchuhEW!  Jesus H Christ..nngh…ihksTCHuh! hih’idtzch’uhew!”
“Woah dude, you okay?” 
“Bless you!” 
Eddie jumps, eyes shooting open. He keeps his bandana pressed against his nose, snuffling into it. He uses his other hand to rub his left eye. 
Harrington, Henderson, Buckley, Mayfield and…Nancy Wheeler? are inside, all watching him. The guitarist can feel heat rise up on his cheeks as he wipes away as much mess as he can, sniffling before he puts the bandana away in his leather jacket pocket. 
Not quite knowing what to say, Eddie steps forward a little, noticing they’ve brought grocery store bags. 
“Right, we brought you some food!” Dustin smiles widely, and the curly haired man smiles before sniffling again. 
“Tha’gks.” 
Everybody winces, including himself. His voice is beyond wrecked, congested and nasally. He knows his eyes are probably blood shot too. 
“Are you okay? You sound…” Wheeler says quietly, trailing off. 
“Uh, yeah,” Eddie clears his throat and tries to ignore the buzzing tickle in his sinuses. “Just allergies is all,” he admits quietly, not loving the fact this shit makes him vulnerable. 
As if the universe wants to laugh at him more, the tickle only gets worse. He’s trying to listen to Henderson say something about what all they got, but it’s drowned out by Eddie focusing on grabbing his bandana before he gets all gross in front of everyone. He barely manages to press it to his face and turn away before- 
“h’gKTt’uh! n’GXxt! hkGTuhew!” 
Not sure how he’s kept the sneezes from being loud, he lets out a long breath, ears ringing and sinuses throbbing. New congestion is starting to run down onto his upper lip. He barely gets a breath in before the next round of ticklish sneezes. 
“ihhGKtuhew! hh’KTduhew! ihkschhuuUhew!” 
He tries to muffle them, to keep them held in, but the dust is starting to really fuck with him, and Eddie doesn’t bother to look over at the others, knowing full well he’s probably gross as hell like this. His hair is in his face, and finally, after blowing his nose and steeling himself, Eddie turns back slowly. Mayfield and Henderson are messing with the bags while the older three are watching him again. 
“So…I think maybe we should go back and get some tissues and allergy meds if Eddie’s going to be staying here,” Robin says, eyebrows knit together.
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deborahpluckely · 7 months
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ITS POURINGG!!!! OH MY GOHH!!
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asuntosdelalma · 2 years
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Considero el amor, al igual que la amistad, no sólo un sentimiento, sino esencialmente una acción.. creo que las personas que aman sinceramente y con buena fe están bendecidas, aunque eso no disipa los momentos difíciles..
Vincent Van Gohh
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doi-dot · 2 years
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CHIBI GOH
CHIBI GOHH
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screamingeagle · 2 years
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      “ Sho... da way I shdole dahd danhhk wash, ” Max began, hunching over his meal. Despite it just bein’ some shitty ration chicken... it was damn good chicken in his eyes. Better than some of the slop in the kitchens, bless his comrades’ fuckin’ souls, “ ... mph-- shom good-ash chihhgen-- anyhoo... ” The soldier licked his fingers a little, annoyed at the bandages he still had to wear on them-- but damn it, he was gonna savor this shit! Peering up, he grinned like an idiot-- ‘course, after making sure he didn’t have anything in his teeth. What were you gonna take him for, an animal?
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      “ I schnuck ouhh, goh shom rashhonsh-- annnnh... shome gunsh-- heahh’ehd ouh, ahn-- mmph-- BOOHHKED IT foh dah dahngk-- gohh in, drohhbe dah fuhhgher t’a dah Cap’un...! An’, uh... hah’d... loshha meh’icul bihsits... ”
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marielva · 1 year
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Para mí, la soledad es una necesidad absoluta, no puedo dejarla fuera de mi vida.
–Vicent Van Gohh
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agentrouka-blog · 11 months
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I had a thought, and I’d love to hear your take on it. This is an unpopular opinion for sure, but I really think Sansa is going to kill LF in the Eyrie. Aside from the small amount of time we have left in the books (the Eyrie is a powder keg ready to blow, and Sansa will definitely be there for whatever that conflict is), the GOHH’s prophecy alludes to it happening there.
“I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow.”
(ASOS, Arya VIII)
Winterfell, from what I could find, has never been referred to as a castle built of snow (I searched “Winterfell” and “of snow”/“made of snow”/built of snow” in asearchoficeandfire, but I couldn’t find anything close).
On the other hand, the Eyrie has.
“The Eyrie shrank above them. The sky cells on the lower levels made the castle look something like a honeycomb from below. A honeycomb made of ice, Alayne thought. A castle made of snow.”
AFFC, Alayne II
If it means anything extra, Sansa further refers to the Eyrie with snow-like terms in the same chapter.
“The Eyrie was built of fine white stone, and winter’s mantle made it whiter still.”
“In winter this will be a cold white prison.”
“The Eyrie was wrapped in an icy mantle”
“They had weathered three snowstorms, and an ice storm that transformed the castle into a crystal for a fortnight.”
AFFC, Alayne II
Also kind of cool, but “Snow” is one of the waycastles that defends the Eyrie!
I'm going to have to disagree there mainly for the practical reason that the Eyrie has been abandoned for the winter. They've been down at Gates of the Moon for months now and there is no safe way up anymore until winter is over. The steps are covered in slippery snow and ice, as would be the narrow stone bridge. No one is walking up there, not mule nor human.
Unless Dany avails her dragons as handy airlifts, there is no way anything at all is happening up in the Eyrie for us to see, unless someone wargs into a falcon and lets us witness the Freezing Of The Oxen Carcasses.
Besides, while not directly referred to as such, the castle made of snow is Winterfell. Sansa literally builds it from snow with her own hands. It's the largest part of an entire chapter. Highly symbolic. She stands inside it and refers to it as Winterfell several times. "I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell." She beheads a doll referred to as a giant and sticks its head on the Walls of the snow Winterfell. Littlefinger laughs about it, specifically.
I don't think the text could be any clearer here.
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askthejourneysgang · 2 years
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FOR GOHH!!
I wanted to ask if u wanted to do a dare if u agree to do it u would have answered this question.
And since u did here is the dare! :
Secretly throw a Christmas party on Christmas Eve! The guests should be all of ash’s companions.
Make sure u do it on Christmas Eve!
Ty and gl!
Goh: "Secretly", they say... how does one throw a secret christmas party?
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Ash: We can just party very, very quietly?
Goh: That doesn't sound like us 😅 /self-deprecating
Chloe: Maybe they mean a surprise party?
Ash: Or a secret santa! 😀
Goh: Or maybe it's like the parties my classmates go to! They never invite me, so technically, they're secret to me 🤫
Chloe: I mean... you wouldn't have gone even if you were, though
Goh: Still, it's the principle of the thing! 😡
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synthwife · 2 years
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THE WEB WEAVINGGG GOHH JTS HAOOPPENING
MAG 183'S "im sure i love you" VS WTNV 51'S "whats the other thing? you just said it"
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