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Never mind I need this DONE, I'm just gonna compile what I have and post <3 otherwise I'll die so

I think what I have to do for the Persephone post is instead turn it into yet another series 💀

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I think what I have to do for the Persephone post is instead turn it into yet another series 💀

#hewantshisposts #personal #collapsing on floor in defeat: what if i just made the big thing 8 little things

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arya deserves more credit for literally saving sandor's life. he was the one who walked into the crossroads, got too drunk to fight and received the ass beating of his life. arya told him not to go in there. she was forced to fight bc he put her in that situation. but arya was the one who took care of him. arya took care of him!!! she cleaned the wounds and stopped the bleeding and if not for the care she administered he would have died long before the elder brother ever found him.

did arya still hate him? sure did! but that just makes it all the more impressive that she was able to do what she did. with her own hands she touched him; not to hurt but to help and to heal. this is one of the most impressive moments of compassion in asoiaf and it utterly unacknowledged by the fandom. in the end arya could not condemn him to death, but nor could she absolve him of his crimes. thats not her cross to bear. its his. regardless, arya is still the reason sandor's even alive to try and do better.

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Different Roads: Castle Black

So cold, he thought, remembering the warm halls of Winterfell, where the hot waters ran through the walls like blood through a man's body.There was scant warmth to be found in Castle Black; the walls were cold here, and the people colder. No one had told him the Night's Watch would be like this; no one except Tyrion Lannister. The dwarf had given him the truth on the road north, but by then it had been too late. Jon wondered if his father had known what the Wall would be like. He must have, he thought; that only made it hurt the worse. Even his uncle had abandoned him in this cold place at the end of the world. [...] Three days after their arrival, Jon had heard that Benjen Stark was to lead a half-dozen men on a ranging into the haunted forest. That night he sought out his uncle in the great timbered common hall and pleaded to go with him. Benjen refused him curtly. "This is not Winterfell," he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. "On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you." ❦ Jon III, A Game of Thrones

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Different Roads: The House of Black and White

At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell. The doors are watching me, she thought. She pushed upon both doors at once with the flat of her gloved hands, but neither one would budge. Locked and barred. "Let me in, you stupid," she said. "I crossed the narrow sea." She made a fist and pounded. "Jaqen told me to come. I have the iron coin." She pulled it from her pouch and held it up. "See? Valar morghulis." The doors made no reply, except to open. ❦ Arya I, A Feast for Crows

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Different Roads: Castle Black

So cold, he thought, remembering the warm halls of Winterfell, where the hot waters ran through the walls like blood through a man's body.There was scant warmth to be found in Castle Black; the walls were cold here, and the people colder. No one had told him the Night's Watch would be like this; no one except Tyrion Lannister. The dwarf had given him the truth on the road north, but by then it had been too late. Jon wondered if his father had known what the Wall would be like. He must have, he thought; that only made it hurt the worse. Even his uncle had abandoned him in this cold place at the end of the world. [...] Three days after their arrival, Jon had heard that Benjen Stark was to lead a half-dozen men on a ranging into the haunted forest. That night he sought out his uncle in the great timbered common hall and pleaded to go with him. Benjen refused him curtly. "This is not Winterfell," he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. "On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you." ❦ Jon III, A Game of Thrones

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Different Roads: The House of Black and White

At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell. The doors are watching me, she thought. She pushed upon both doors at once with the flat of her gloved hands, but neither one would budge. Locked and barred. "Let me in, you stupid," she said. "I crossed the narrow sea." She made a fist and pounded. "Jaqen told me to come. I have the iron coin." She pulled it from her pouch and held it up. "See? Valar morghulis." The doors made no reply, except to open. ❦ Arya I, A Feast for Crows

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Thinking about how Arya parallels Odysseus, using her wits to defy physically monstrous captors, repeated separation from her allies, sailing across the sea, isolated occultists who rely on transformation and poison luring them in and using a combination of coercion and magic to keep them under control, long, arduous journeys often misinterpreted as lighthearted adventures when the entire point is that our hero(ine) is desperate to get home to their family and loved ones after suffering through a war like none before.

Which got me thinking about connections between Arya and Jon, and Odysseus and Penelope, obviously... like, I'm thinking of Penelope putting off her duty to remarry until Odysseus, the only husband she wants, returns and Jon denying his duty to claim Winterfell until it's Arya, the only bride or blood he ultimately can't deny, on the line.

#arya stark #jon snow #a song of ice and fire #jonrya #needleheart #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #this is a broad parallels appreciation post #and not a claim that grrm was intentionally doing something with this #but i do love the inversion of the gender roles with jon waiting and providing the home for arya to come back to after her arduous journey #hewantshismeta #hewantshisposts #hewantshisaus #i mean not officially yet but 👀 it would workk.......

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Different Roads: Castle Black

So cold, he thought, remembering the warm halls of Winterfell, where the hot waters ran through the walls like blood through a man's body.There was scant warmth to be found in Castle Black; the walls were cold here, and the people colder. No one had told him the Night's Watch would be like this; no one except Tyrion Lannister. The dwarf had given him the truth on the road north, but by then it had been too late. Jon wondered if his father had known what the Wall would be like. He must have, he thought; that only made it hurt the worse. Even his uncle had abandoned him in this cold place at the end of the world. [...] Three days after their arrival, Jon had heard that Benjen Stark was to lead a half-dozen men on a ranging into the haunted forest. That night he sought out his uncle in the great timbered common hall and pleaded to go with him. Benjen refused him curtly. "This is not Winterfell," he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. "On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you." ❦ Jon III, A Game of Thrones

#jon snow #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #a game of thrones #agot #benjen stark #castle black #the night's watch #the wall #i was thinking of Castle Black when I made these but they ended up kind of looking like the wall in general : / oh well #hewantshisedits #hewantshisposts #hewantshismeta #different roads #asoiaf edit #the key five #these are sooooo messy but id cidc idc idc anymore #ive had these images rotting in my basement for weeks OUT with them. that being said im fond of the one that mirrors the arya hobaw edit #i threw too many layers on some of these but idc <3

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to myself: stop you already have a 20 image Persephone | Arya parallels edit you're working on you have to have limits....

Wait, have I never shared the Grosse Pointe Blank Jonrya AU I wish existed...

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Wait, have I never shared the Grosse Pointe Blank Jonrya AU I wish existed...

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Sharon Olds

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“What fire joins, none may put asunder,” came the echo, from queen’s men and Thenns and even a few of the black brothers.

Except for kings and uncles, thought Jon Snow.

[...]

“Will my lord be feasting with us?” Mully asked Jon Snow.

“Shortly.” Sigorn might take it as a slight if he did not appear. And this marriage is mine own work, after all.

- Jon X, ADWD

Something that makes me go absolutely feral about the whole Alys Karstark thing is the pure irony of it all. We know that marriages and inheritances are matters that need to be dealt with by the king. We see this play out in ACOK where Bran, in his capacity as Prince of Winterfell, has to deal with such matters: lands, succession, marriage, and justice.

Except now, there’s a terrible lack of kings up North. Robb’s dead, Bran fled, and Winterfell is now occupied by the Boltons who really aren’t the sort to mete out justice; in fact, they’re involved in the very acts of injustice that are presented to us.

So poor Alys Karstark needs to find a helper but the only person available is Ned Stark’s bastard son, Jon Snow. But big problem, he’s sworn to an order that prohibits him from wearing any crowns. Still she goes to him, kneels before him, and begs him to be her aid; she asks him to step in the place of the King in the North/Lord of Winterfell and do her justice. She even asks him to do so in his father’s name.

But here’s the kicker, Jon does have his father’s name: Stark. Jon can step in and be the King in the North. That’s because Robb legitimized him and named him heir. So Alys unknowingly sought her king, knelt before him, and asked him to help her. And he did! Her king gave her the justice she desired. Really, that’s what kings are for: justice. And Jon is already an old hand at that.

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All that being said, if you follow me and you DO send anon hatemail to Elia/Sansa/Dany stan blogs, please unfollow because that's embarrassing 💀 like cmon girl jfc

#hewantshisposts #personal #hewantshishatemail

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The arguments/insults you see in anon hate seem so fake sometimes... like, borderline, it feels like someone within the community creating a strawman to be paraded around, maybe forty percent of the time? Like the language used feels so out of place for people supposedly literate enough to engage with asoiaf as a text, and just over the years I've gotten to the point where I think I can safely say the worst of various chara stans will literally start drama for fun by posing as antis and whatever. Like I have to believe this because the drop in coherency in so many asks is just... ridiculous. And don't get me wrong, I've had fun sparring with anons when I'm bored, but like, part of me does suspect somebody may have been sending us softballs on purpose, which is a little 🤔🫤

#hewantshisposts #personal #hewantshishatemail #ig its not actual hate but like. pondering on fan communities and specifically #how fucking weird the asoiaf community is

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In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. "Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed. For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan." "You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." "The wolf blood." Arya remembered now. "I'll be as strong as Robb. I said I would." She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. - Arya X, ACoK

Arya is so rarely associated with faith and prayer in this fandom, yet when she prays to the Old Gods for guidance, they respond and restrengthen her sense of self. Arya of Winterfell! Daughter of the North! She is a direwolf and done with wooden teeth! ✨🤍🩶🐺✨