Damn I Know Nobody Asked For My Unpopular Asoiaf/got Opinion Of The Day But Tbh I Really Dislike SanSan.

Damn I know nobody asked for my unpopular asoiaf/got opinion of the day but tbh I really dislike SanSan. Like to me it’s just as creepy and fucked up as Littlefinger/Sansa because both times a little girl is manipulated and her emotions twisted by men 15 years older then her using her fears - because intentional or not, that is what Sandor is also doing.

Anyways single!Sansa Stark supremacy-

Manchmal schaue ich mich geradeaus im Spiegel an und erkenn mich selber nicht.

Also, ich erkenne schon das es ich bin, aber irgendwo zwischen Augen und Spiegel und Gehirn muss da wohl etwas verloren gehen, sodass ich mir selber so fremd vorkomme. Gestern sah ich noch ganz anders aus. War ich nicht hübscher gewesen? Sah ich denn nicht jünger aus?

Ich drehe dann meinen Kopf, und sehe eine familiärität in der Kurve meiner Nase und der Spitze meines Kinnes und das beruhigt mich. Ok, denk ich mir, es ist offensichtlich mein Gesicht, aber was ist denn so anders daran, dass das was gestern normal war mich heute zum stolpern bringt.

Meine Nase sieht gleich aus. Meine Haare haben immer noch die selben Wellen und meine Lippen können sich in den selben krummen Lächeln formen, den ich seit Jahren lächle. Meine Zähne, meine Haut, meine Ohren - nichts verändert. Meine eine Augenbraue ist immernoch nicht dem anderen gleich, und so gehört es sich auch. Die Pickeln von gestern sind auch die Pickeln von heute; ob es ein paar mehr or ein paar weniger sind, fällt mir nicht auf.

Ahh. Die Augen also. Die Augen müssen es sein. Alle meinen doch immer, anhand der Augen einer Person kann man ihnen in die Seele sehen. Doch meine Seele muss wohl heute nicht zuhause sein, weil als ich mich über dem Waschbecken vorlehne und mich näher im Spiegel mustere, starrt mein Spiegelbild blank zurück. In meinen Augen erkenne ich keine Emotion wieder weil ich es nicht gewöhnt bin an meinem eigenen Gesicht Emotionen zuzuordnen, sage ich mir, nichts ist mit dir falsch.

Aber wer bist du überhaupt?

Bist du deine Ohren? Deine Nase, dein Mund? Wirst du in den Augen anderer definiert durch deine Haare, deine Wimpern, dein Kinn? Bist du dann auch deine Fingerspitzen, oder deine Knie? Bist nur dein Gehirn? Bist du die Augen, wohinter sich eine Seele versteckt in der hilflosen Hoffnung du wirst sie nicht suchen? Bist du nur dass, was andere in dir sehen? Ist es denn egal, wie du dich selber fühlst, was du selber siehst?

Wie Existenziell, denk ich mir, und nimm ein Schritt zurück.

Ist doch egal, endscheide ich mich. Soll es doch egal sein, was ich weiß und nicht weiß. Wenn ich doch nicht verstehe, was mit der Information zu tun ist, wenn ich doch selber es nicht verstehe, dann sollte es egal sein, wer im Spiegel zurückschaut.

Vielleicht ist es nicht, dass ich mich heute zum ersten Mal neu sehe, doch nur, dass ich mich heute zum ersten Mal so sehe, wie ich eigentlich gestern war.

How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it 

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.” 

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

___

…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

___

…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.

“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.

“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”

“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

___

…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”

“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.

The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

___

A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.

They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.

___

…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.

The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”

The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”

But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.

“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.

“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”

“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.” 

___

…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”

___

“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”

“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”

___

…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”

___

…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”

___

…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”

___

“I love you,” said the scorpion.

The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”

“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”

The frog swam on, the both of them silent.

___

“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”

“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”

The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”

“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.” 

“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?” 

“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”

“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”

“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”

___

“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”  

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.

The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”

“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”

JAIME AND BRIENNE APPRECIATION WEEK 2020

~SEPTEMBER 28TH TO OCTOBER 4TH

THEME: 7 SINS AND VIRTUES

Just a friendly reminder! It’s that time of the year again!

Game of Thrones is over and the long wait for George RR Martin’s The Winds of Winter continues but the love for Jaime and Brienne’s relationship still burns bright.

Each day has two different prompts to choose from. You don’t have to do all 7 days either. Feel free to create anything you want relating to the theme. You can make graphic edits, gifs, fanfics, drabbles, moodboards, fanart, doll stories, fanvideos, poems, manips, anything you want! Tag all works under #jaime x brienne or #braime. Please join us in this celebration!

Day 1 • September 28 - pride / humility Day 2 • September 29 - envy / kindness Day 3 • September 30 - wrath / patience Day 4 • October 1 - sloth / diligence Day 5 • October 2 - greed / charity Day 6 • October 3 - gluttony / temperance Day 7 • October 4 - lust / chastity

Special thanks to justme and @jaimebrienneonline for setting this up!

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First time I watched GOT Arya’s S5 arc really made me frustrated bc of Jaqen H’ghar . Like, when they were at Harrenhall, he was this mysterious, charming guy who’s clearly super intelligent and extremely dangerous and has a interest in Arya (not in a romantic way ffs).

But then what we meet in S5 is this plain, uninteresting guy who barely seems to even acknowledge that Arya exists. None of the traits that made him fun or interesting are there - just a blank slate. I was super dissapointed, until I realized...

...That’s the point.