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[blackpilledkremlintsarina5294]

Aryasha

[gendryaprompts]

Gendry: What was all that shit at the bar about Podrick?

Arya: His bedroom is the preferred destination of MILFs, cougars, recent divorcees and sexually frustrated wives

Gendry: His penis is my hero

[edwheeler]

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[ravensboxeugene]

Hunting

My dad was a butcher, and a hunter but not a dedicated one. Still, they gave me a hunter’s name but Dad was also a sexist derp and he expected me to be an arm decoration for someone. He thought that hunting wasn’t a fit pursuit “for little ladies.”

I was a lady alright, but not in the sense of Sansa, or Margary. I was more like Arya Stark, or Brienne of Tarth. Roughty-toughty, outdoorsy, horses and carousing in the mud, bows and bikes and with an intense love for and interest in wildlife. My dad’s hunting buddy took a nice forkin’ Horn blacktail buck and I begged him to be able to go see it. My brother was appalled, but I was fascinated. A little sad, but mostly in awe. Here was this wild animal, dead and laying in the driveway, and any of my friends and schoolmates would have been scandalized. I wasn’t.

But Dad still refused to teach me how to hunt. His son wasn’t interested, and hunting wasn’t a fit activity for little ladies so he wasn’t about to teach his daughter.

I had to teach myself, after I left my parents’ house and was out in the world. I got an Oneida Eagle compound/lever bow and a Barnett Commando crossbow; I forget what broadheads I used, and it was before carbon arrows. Aluminum shafts tended to go out of true too easily, so my arrows were wooden, with plastic feathers because vanes weren’t really a thing then, either.

I based my hunts out of my parents’ house because they were closer to the Army base than my apartment in The City was and since I was in California, I didn’t have any friends that were interested in bowhunting, or even hunting. In fact, I had to keep it quiet because, hey, this is California. You don’t live in a California city and talk about hunting. It was like being gay in the Bible Belt: you don’t tell anyone — the best you could hope for is an awkward silence, and at worst you could get beaten up.

So when I was preparing for hunting, Dad not only didn’t give me tips, he hazed me about it. He made stupid jokes about my mosquito bites. “You know why they bite ya? BECAUSE YOU’RE SWEET!” Fuck you, Dad. I’m in pain. Shut up.

I never got a blacktail buck of my own. I had to resort to hunting an exotic game ranch up in the hills. To be fair, it was a low fence property and the mountains, canyons and ridges were so ferocious and steep, nobody was in shape to hunt it effectively. The rams and goats and pigs had a million bolt holes to slip into and evade, and no, they didn’t have stands and feeders. It was you, your weapon, and your wits against canny, spooky animals with a million boltholes.

In spite of that, my instincts were good, my stalking skill was dead on, and my Wolf and Panther totems led me to a nice 3/4 curl Corsican ram as my first kill. Crossbow, ten feet away. I got home with him and Dad still teased me, but my foster brother helped me quarter and cut and wrap the meat. And as soon as I scraped another $500 together, I went back and arrowed a nice mouflon at eight yards. We had some of him for Thanksgiving dinner and everyone was impressed at the taste, the tenderness. Dad stopped teasing me, and after that, until he died in ‘91, he helped me cut up my kills.

I still wished he’d taught me how to hunt for the longest time and resented that he didn’t, but recently I’m thinking — it’s probably better that he didn’t. I showed myself to be a better hunter than he was, and I didn’t have the best of relationships with him anyway. Imagine being stuck out in the woods with him and his (equally sexist) buddies (and their pursuantly sexist sons), in a leaky tent, the only girl in camp, for a week or more. No, it shook down in the best way it could.

I haven’t hunted since ‘93. That’s when I got a bison, way up in the northeast corner of California. I only hunted for meat, and that 1800 pounds of prime bison lasted me a good long time, even with sharing with foodie friends who wouldn’t go hunting themselves but appreciated the taste of Game meat. Then life intervened: first culinary academy, then financial eviction where I had to leave California, then cancer, then homelessness.

I’m poor as a church mouse these days, can’t swing going to exotic ranches anymore (remember that $500 mouflon? He’s $3000 or more now), but I still have my Eagle bow. I’m on food stamps and they just got cut again. Hunting is the only way I’m going to be able to afford meat now, so I’m looking to get back into it. Gimpy, middle aged, and so broke I can’t even swing a hunting vehicle. Fortunately there’s a wildlife refuge on the edge of town and you can get a SportsPak of licenses and tags for birds, deer, elk, bear, cougar, fishing, crabbing for about half the cost if you bought them separately. I’m counting on you, Wolf, Panther, and Horned Lord. Don’t let me down, because I would hate to be economically vegetarian.

I understand that there are lots of vegans, animal rightists and anti-hunting sentiment here. And you’re all probably agreeing with Dad, rest him, that ladies shouldn’t hunt. Let me ask you this, then: why are most of the deities associated with hunting GODDESSES, then? Go ahead, tell Artemis and Neith that They shouldn’t be hunting. I’ll just wait back here, out of bow range…

[starkwomensupremacy]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Harrold Hardyng/Sansa Stark (minor) Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Harrold Hardyng, Lyanna Stark (is a Snow), Margaery Tyrell, Arya Stark, She Who Must Not Be Named, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Theon Greyjoy Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Masturbation, Virgin!Jon, Loss of Virginity, Spanking, Cougar!Sansa, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Increasingly Bizarre Dreams, Hand Jobs, Cunnilingus, Football | Soccer, Semi-Public Sex, Cum Play, Teasing, Wall Sex Summary:

Despite being one of the most popular kids in school, teenage Jon doesn't have much luck with girls. A hopeless virgin, for years he's had a massive crush on his married next door neighbor 9 years his senior.

Right before her husband leaves on a three-month long business trip, Sansa discovers that he's been cheating on her. Angry, humiliated, and horny, she decides to start her own affair with the cute teenage boy next door.

They have no idea just how wild their summer is going to get.

AN UPDATE AFTER A LONG TIME! So worth the wait. Loved it! Must read for all jonsa stans.Thank you for writing this @chocolateghost

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The Lannister Wolf - Part 1 Chapter 5

The breakfast table was stone silent the next morning. Evelyn usually loved sitting next to her father, Robb across from her and Rickon at her other side. Now, Robb was staring holes into her head from across the table, everyone else was giving her confused looks while Ned Stark tried to act normal.

“Mother,” Rickon spoke up, “Why is Eve getting married?” The table was swallowed into a thicker silence if that was possible. No one from Arya down knew about the engagement.

“Eve is getting married?” Arya asked, “Since when?” “Since yesterday,” Robb snapped.

“To whom?” Bran added.

Robb was about to snap at him too but Jon beat him to it, “A good man Bran. He’ll take good care of Evelyn.” All eyes turned to Jon in gratitude. Even Catelyn didn’t glare. They were glad he had avoided the conversation and given the children a comforting answer, even if half the family didn’t agree with his observation.

“IT’s Ser Jaime isn’t it?” Arya asked.

Robb and Jon glared daggers at her, but she obviously didn’t notice or chose to ignore it for she kept going, “Anyone would have guessed. It’s obvious!” “What do you mean by that?” Sansa asked.

Robb mentally facepalmed. Was Evelyn the only sister of his with common sense? He noticed Eve had been pale all morning but now her hands were quivering.

“Don’t you see the way he looks at her?” Arya asked, “Like he just met the sun for the first time. Honestly, I think he’s a little obsessed.”

Ned Stark was clenched the side of the table, trying to keep himself calm while Catelyn was trying to send her daughters signals to shut up but they didn’t notice them.

“AT least he doesn’t look at her like a piece of meat,” Robb stated, not meaning to talk but it slipped out.

Sansa glared at him, knowing that her brother was referring to Joffrey and how he looked at Sansa.

Arya shrugged, “Just saying. He’ll take care of her, that’s for sure….” Then in a barely audible whisper, “In more ways than one.” “ARYA!” Catelyn scolded.

Jon was up in an instant and escorting Rickon and Bran to a safe distance while Catelyn scolded Arya and Sansa. Robb glanced at where Evelyn sat…. but she was gone. Zinzi too.

When Jon finally found his half-sister, she was sitting on her thinking rock. Jon smiled. Evelyn had always possessed a special place in Jon’s heart. He had a place in his heart for all the Starks, but Evelyn had been more of a sister to him than anyone.

Her thinking rock was a large flat boulder right outside the gates in the shadow of a cluster of trees. Once upon a time, Jon had proposed marriage to Evelyn on that rock but the four-year-old girl had informed him that siblings couldn’t marry. Years later, the 9 year old kids made a pact that if they ever had any reason to come to the thinking rock, they would tell the other what it was about.

“Arya says she’s sorry,” Jon remarked, sitting down behind the girl, stretching his body perpendicular to Evelyn. The girl laid back, so her head was on his stomach like they did as kids.

“She didn’t do anything wrong… she just said the truth. I should have gotten upset. Those who fear the truth are the ones who are living a lie.” Jon smiled and held the girl’s hand, noting that it was cold. “With your brains and wit, you’ll be just fine.” When Evelyn didn’t reply, Jon glanced at the girl to see a look of pure fear on her face. Evelyn rarely showed fear so when Jon saw it in her eyes, he knew it was bad.

“I don’t think my brain and wit will keep certain things from happening for long,” she muttered.

Jon sighed and sat up, still allowing Evelyn to lay her head in his lap as he ran his fingers through her dark hair, “I honestly don’t know what to say on that matter Eve…. As I have never done it myself and as I will be joining the Night’s Watch, I will have no choice but to never know it.”

Evelyn nodded and closed her eyes, sighing deeply, “Is it wrong of me to fear it… but to also want it?” Jon looked at her puzzled, “What do you mean?” The girl sat up and turned to sit facing Jon, their legs stretched out side by side, “Ever since I was little I have always wanted children… but when I learnt from mother what goes into having children, it began to scare me. However, I pushed it into the back of my mind and a part of me still yearns for children and a family of my own… to know what it feels like to have a life growing within you…. To see the outcome of you and your spouse…. but then there is how you get there….” “I can honestly say that is something about you I never knew sister,” Jon remarked, smiling fondly at her, “Why did you never mention it?” Evelyn sighed, “I thought everyone would find it strange.” “No one would find it strange,” Jon replied. “Honestly, there needs to be more people like you in the world Eve. Look at the queen for example. It seems she holds some fondness for her children but no great love for them. I’ll wager she didn’t want children that badly but had to because the king needed an heir.” Evelyn nodded, “That’s true. But I will also have to supply Ser Jaime with an heir.” “But he’s not the king,” Jon pointed out. “Ser Jaime may be completely different in how he looks at things and he might be willing to give you time until you two decide to consummate.” The girl slowly glanced at her brother and smirked, “You’re starting to sound like you don’t think ill of him.” Jon squirmed, “I don’t think ill of him….. but I still don’t like some things about him…. ugh it’s complicated! There are people you meet that you can just tell are mean and you shouldn’t trust them because they reek of evil.” “Like Cersei.” Jon nodded, “But there are others whom you think you shouldn’t trust entirely… but there is something about them that makes you think you can.” Evelyn smiled and laid her head on her brother’s shoulder, “Thanks Jon. I’m glad I have you… at least for two more weeks.”

Jon cringed, “Don’t say it like that! I’m going to have to wear something pretty for the wedding wont I?”

“Probably.”

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Evelyn tightly strapped her sword to her saddle and made sure that it wouldn’t get in the way of her horse’s movements. She had learnt from her father that even if one was just going hunting, it never hurt to come prepared. She had a bow strapped to her back with a quiver of arrows on the other side of her saddle. Her hunting knife was in her belt and a spare dagger in her boot.

Evelyn usually felt more at ease when she went hunting with her family because it meant she didn’t have to wear a dress but with the way that Cersei was giving her disgusted looks and Joffrey was ogling at her, she felt like she wanted run in and ask Sansa for a spare riding dress.

She was just about to lose her cool when Myrcella and Tommen approached. Tommen wore a simple outfit of dark brown leather while Myrcella wore a deep green riding dress.

“Is hunting here different than in Kings Landing?” Myrcella inquired.

Evelyn smiled, “I wouldn’t know. I have never been to Kings Landing… but we have slightly larger animals.”

Tommen’s eyes widened, “Bears?” Evelyn nodded, “and cougars, panthers, mountain lions…. Boars….” Myrcella had begun to grow pale while Tommen was listening with rapt attention. Evelyn chuckled and ruffled Tommen’s hair playfully before turning to Myrcella.

“So, who are you riding today?”

Myrcella’s face lit up at this, “The stable man gave me a black horse. Said he was the gentlest.” Evelyn looked over at the black horse that stood behind Myrcella and smiled, “That is Ruse. My siblings and I all learnt to ride on him. He won’t let you fall I can guarantee that.” “Myrcella doesn’t really fall off,” Tommen remarked, mounting his horse, “She just gets lost.” Myrcella stuck her tongue out at her brother, “Says the guy who never manages to hit anything!”

“Alright you two,” Evelyn chuckled, bending down next to Myrcella’s horse, “No more bickering.” Myrcella looked down at the girl who held her palms out for Myrcella to climb on. the girl looked slightly hesitant and Evelyn knew that the girl was puzzled as to why Evelyn was doing it.

“My father taught me that a noble who sees himself or herself above his people isn’t a noble at all,” she replied with a smile.

Myrcella smiled and was about to use Evelyn’s hand as a boost when she paused, “Could you teach me to mount like Tommen does then?”

Evelyn smiled and rose to her feet before nodding, “Grab onto the back of the saddle while holding the reins and the horn in your other. Put your left foot in the stirrup and pull up.” Myrcella tried but got tangled in her skirt the first time. Soon she managed to mount with a little help from Evelyn.

“I did it!” Myrcella cried happily, “Uncle Jaime!!!!!” Evelyn felt her face slightly pale when Myrcella called over her uncle. She hadn’t spoken to Ser Jaime since she had agreed to the engagement and had barely seen him either.

Jaime approached, leading his white horse by the reins and looked up at his young niece, “What’s going on Myrcella?”

“I mounted Ruse like Tommen!” the girl cried, smiling from ear to ear.

Jaime raised his eyebrows in amusement and flashed his famous cocky smirk, “Indeed? Whatever for?”

“Evelyn said that the noble who sees herself as greater than her people isn’t a noble at all,” Myrcella remarked, not realizing that she was putting Evelyn at the center of attention which was the one place Evelyn didn’t want to be.

Jaime glanced over at his future wife with an intrigued look, his smirk fading into a more of a soft grin. “Is that so?”

Evelyn turned away from Ser Jaime and approached her horse. Jaime watched her as she finished tightening the cinch on her saddle. He had to admit that the outfit she wore really suited her and accented her petite, slender form but he realized that unlike most teenagers her age, her body was more matured and womanlier with defined hips and finely built chest. Of course, the calf length leather skirt of her outfit hid her legs from view, but Jaime guessed that they weren’t skinny either. He had to remind himself that even though Evelyn was young, she was still a woman. Not a child.

Jaime approached the girl when he saw her prepare to mount. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, preparing to lift her up but Evelyn stiffened under his grip and he paused. He saw her turn her head just enough so he could see the corner of her eye…. The amber color disappearing to a bright blue fire and her face had darkened in warning.

Jaime quickly retracted his hands and held them up in surrender, suddenly finding the look on the girl’s face rather frightening and he found few things frightening.

Evelyn turned away from him and pulled herself into the saddle with ease before gripping the reins in on hand. Jaime noticed that she didn’t sit side-saddled but astride which he found amusing.

He was going to say something when Evelyn turned and gave the man a pointed look, “I think your horse has discovered the true meaning of freedom Ser Jaime.” Jaime turned to see what the girl was referring to and saw that his horse had indeed wandered off. Walking over, he grabbed the horse’s reins and could almost fell Evelyn’s smirk on the back of his head. He mounted up and was about to say something smart back when he saw that Evelyn had bent down on her saddle.

He saw that she was almost hanging off the saddle, reaching one hand down to her brother Rickon who was reaching up his arms to her. She wrapped her arm around her brother’s waist and lifted him onto the horse behind her with ease, earning another intrigued and impressed smile from Jaime.

The man watched as the young Stark wrapped his little arms around his sister’s waist before laying his head against her back. Jaime felt a strange stab of jealousy at Rickon’s freedom to be close to his sister while Jaime could barely come within five feet of her without her bristling up like an angry cat.

Sighing, Jaime rode beside Tommen and Myrcella on the way to the forest but always ensured that Evelyn was in sight. The first half of the hunt went well, and half the hunting party split up. One half stayed behind with the boar and deer that they caught earlier to skin it and get it back to Winterfell while everyone else including the whole royal family, Evelyn, Ned, Rickon, Robb and Bran headed off to catch a few more.

Everyone had pulled their horses for a stop after they had lost sight of a small herd of deer.

“It doesn’t seem we will find anything else today,” Ned Stark remarked.

“All the more reason to return home,” Cersei complained, “My back is killing me.” Jaime glanced over at Evelyn who had dismounted from her horse and had carried the sleeping Rickon over to her father who lifted his son into his arms. The knight smiled. Even with her brother falling asleep on her, Evelyn never complained.

The girl was just about to mount back up when she paused, catching Jaime’s attention. He saw the girl slightly turn her head towards the trees before slowly removing her bow from her back. She loaded an arrow onto her bow and quickly aimed it at the trees. Jaime saw her exhale softly before releasing the arrow. There was a loud thud and the sound of an animal crying out. Robb was off his horse in a moment and heading over to the deer that his sister had just struck. He quickly put it out of its misery.

“Nice shot Eve!” the boy remarked.

Evelyn smiled before taking her arrow from him and slipping it into her quiver. She was just going to grab her hunting knife when she looked up at Myrcella. The younger girl had gotten pale when the bloody animal had been dragged into the clearing but as she saw the men begin to skin it, she looked ready to faint.

“Myrcella, would you like to help me water the horses?” Evelyn asked, hoping to not be out front and embarrass the girl especially in front of Joffrey.

The girl looked down at Evelyn who had placed a comforting hand on the girl’s arm, and she smiled in relief. “Please.” Myrcella grabbed up her reins and began to urge her horse towards Evelyn’s. Evelyn had remounted and was about to lead Myrcella to a nearby spring when a hand touched her shoulder. She turned to see Jaime next to her on his horse.

“Mind if I accompany you?”

Evelyn was about to object but knew that a part of the reason Jaime had offered was because two girls alone in the woods away from their hunting party were a target, so she nodded before turning to ride off.

They found the spring about a hundred meters from the others and the three dismounted allowing the horses to water. Evelyn filled up her water skin before handing it to Myrcella.

“You feeling better?” she asked the girl.

Myrcella nodded and drank the water before giving the girl a grateful smile, “Thank you… for not letting everyone find out.” Evelyn smiled, “Just because we’re women we are expected to not be as strong as men but when we aren’t as strong as they are in some cases, they find it amusing. Not really fair huh?” Myrcella shook her head and smiled at Evelyn, “I’m glad I met you Evelyn. I’ve always wanted a sister.” When Jaime returned from tying the horses to a nearby tree, he found both girls talking together and with joyful smiles on their faces, giggling amongst themselves. He smiled. His future wife and his daughter…. If Cersei wasn’t around, he would have wished Evelyn to be Myrcella and Tommen’s mother… even with Cersei around he wanted Evelyn to be the mother of his children. Maybe if Evelyn had appeared in Myrcella, Tommen and Joffrey’s life sooner some things wouldn’t have happened like Joffrey becoming a brat.

Myrcella suddenly whispered something to Evelyn who nodded before Myrcella walked off. Jaime was about to follow but Evelyn touched his arm to get his attention.

“She needs a moment.” She explained, “Giving him a pointed look.” Jaime nodded, understanding the situation before turning to Evelyn. The girl had approached the horses and was stroking her horse’s face. Suddenly Jaime’s horse butted his head against her arm to get some attention and the moment Evelyn scratched behind his ears, he rubbed his head against her waist causing Evelyn to smile.

The girl seemed to sense Jaime watching her for she glanced at him with her amber eyes and ducked her head, blushing slightly when she saw him watching her intently with a soft smile.

Jaime walked over and stroked his horse fondly, “May I ask you something?” Evelyn suddenly realized how small she was compared to Jaime. She barely reached his shoulder and she had slight heels on her boots, “What is it?”

Jaime thought a moment before speaking up, “Why did you choose to become a healer?”

A bright smile flashed on Evelyn’s face which caught Jaime off guard, “That’s easy!” the girl chirped. “Rickon got terribly sick one time because he got bit by a squirrel that was diseased. I was so afraid that we were going to lose him, and I had no idea what to do…. I felt so helpless not knowing what was happening. I didn’t really care before if I didn’t know something… but not knowing what was happening to my brother was painful…. So, I decided to remove the pain.” The girl looked up to see that Jaime was smiling down at her softly, adoration shining in his eyes, “Do you hate me Lady Evelyn?”

Evelyn cocked her head at this, some black hair flopping into her eyes at the movement but she ignored it, “I don’t believe I particularly hate you….” Jaime raised his eyebrows in amusement, “That wasn’t entirely denial.” “Fine. I do not hate you…. I just….” Evelyn remarked, “I find it a little aggravating when you’re…” “When I’m what?” Jaime inquired, flashing her a cocky smirk.

“When you’re cocky,” Evelyn replied, her face a deadpan.

Jaime let out a loud chuckle, trying to not be too loud, “Fair enough Lady Evelyn.” Evelyn found herself smiling when suddenly Myrcella returned slightly rushed, “Evelyn! Come quick!” Evelyn and Jaime quickly followed until Myrcella came upon one tree where there was a small pile of leaves and sticks at the bottom. Evelyn dropped to her knees, recognizing it as a squirrel nest.

“It must have fallen from the tree,” Evelyn said, looking up into the tree, “I see where it was before.” Reaching down, she carefully parted the hole of the nest and sure enough, there were two baby squirrels asleep inside.

“Aw!” Myrcella cooed, “What do we do Evelyn?” “I’ll put them back up so their mom can find them later,” Evelyn replied.

“It’s too high,” Jaime pointed out.

“You know how to climb trees?” Myrcella asked in shock.

Evelyn smiled and lifting the nest up, handed it to Jaime, “When I get to the first branch, hand it up to me.” Before he could object, Evelyn had climbed up to the first branch and was holding her free hand down for the nest. Jaime handed it to her, and the girl scaled the tree like a monkey before placing it in the fork of the tree where it belonged. She climbed down swiftly, a huge smile on her face.

“Come on!” she chirped, “Let’s head back to the others.” Myrcella nodded and the two girls headed off to where the horses were tied up. Jaime watched Evelyn mount and shook his head, completely amazed. He paused just as he was about to mount. Why did he have a pain of guilt in his gut just then? Suddenly he remembered what was going to happen the next day…. It was the day before his wedding…. Great.

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Cersei, the prophecy, the walk of shame & redemption

Under the cut: a criminally late reply to some Lannistercentric questions @pips69​ sent me weeks months ago (sorry, I was taken hostage by the show, and then real life issues)

May I ask how different you think Cersei might be if she never visited Maggy the frog? I know it's a pretty big "what if" but it really bothers me when some people down play just what a large effect the prophecy had on her, especially during discussions about her mental state of mind and if she deserves sympathy. I'm wondering because I loved your thoughts on what Cersei might have been like as a man but I noticed the prophecy wasn't mentioned.

I completely agree with what Lauren says in this post about Maggy’s prophecy being a late addition to Cersei’s story (if not a complete retcon). If you’re looking for a Cersei who never visited Maggy the Frog, look no further than AGOT-ASOS Cersei. That is, a Cersei who clearly has no time to worry about little valonqars jumping at her throat; a Cersei who is rational enough to understand that Bran was not a direct threat to her or her children (and isn’t happy that Jaime defenestrated him, though not because she feels compassion for Bran, but because that created a whole other set of problems); who thinks Sansa is obnoxious and pathetic and stupid but never acts like she feels threatened by her potentially being the YMBQ; who wants Arya’s hand in punishment for hurting Joffrey even though she has no real reason to suspect her either as the YMBQ or the valonqar; who doesn’t seem one iota worried that Tyrion might wrap his hands around her pale neck, but still profoundly detests and treats him like shit; who orders Robert’s bastards to be massacred simply because she won’t risk people to compare *their* looks to Robert’s *legitimate* children and do the maths, and so on.  

From a meta perspective, it’s hard to incorporate Maggy’s prophecy into Cersei’s character since the beginning, because it’s painfully evident that GRRM came up with it only later (or it would have been built up/foreshadowed better). 

This is why a lot of meta writers (including me) won’t necessarily bring it up to discuss her personality. Because Cersei’s character doesn’t need a prophecy to be explained. Note that GRRM makes sure that some of Cersei’s worst traits, like her abusive behavior towards Tyrion or her classism, arrogance and contempt for "lesser” beings, manifested well before she met the witch. So I don’t think the prophecy is meant to excuse Cersei’s crimes or even inspire sympathy in the reader. I think the narrative purpose of the prophecy is:

give Cersei a secret trauma to be tortured over in her internal monologue (similar to Jaime re: Aerys’ murder); 

facilitate/accelerate her descent into paranoia (that in the original five years gap plan was probably meant to happen more gradually and, in any case, off page); 

boost the Evil Queen vibes in her narrative, making them more explicit to the reader (because a big part of why Cersei’s narrative is tragic is that the reader KNOWS how it will all end, so it’s important to wrap her story up in a familiar fairytale envelope); 

introduce both a “mystery box” and a magical element in Cersei’s narrative, which so far has always been primarily political.

Having read the rest of your reply, I certainly agree with you! Especially with how GRRM writes Cersei, just the way he does so really gets under my skin. Compared to how he writes his male villains. And then you have the walk of shame. Some people have said that GRRM wrote Cersei in her most sympathetic light during her walk (with her feeling guilt and such) but I don't know, it's just...lets say Cersei dies in the end anyway (which we know she will) can you see any of the male villains being put through something so humiliating first? Roose, Ramsay, Walder? No they will likely all meet death and I would have been just fine had Cersei been tried and executed with the respect & dignity fitting a queen. But no she had to be horribly humiliated and shamed first, have every bit of power removed, and to top it all off her death will likely be horrid as well! I just hope Jaime is the one to kill her rather than Tyrion, with what he's said he wants to do to her... I don't know it just seems like GRRM really, truly hates Cersei and that really bothers me. Much like the huge amount of hate she gets in the fandom. Does it bother you too?

This ties in with the redemption discourse, and how Cersei is denied it by the author.

The WoS thing is one of those instances in which GRRM gives the readers what they THINK they want, showing them how HORRIBLE it actually is. Like with Ramsay’s abuse of Theon, with Joffrey’s choking to death, with the complete character annihilation that Lancel undergoes, with Jaime’s maiming, with Vargo Hoat’s terrible death... the reader wanted Cersei to suffer for her crimes, and the author turns that expectation against them, making it so UNCOMFORTABLE to read that you go “nope, this isn’t what I asked for, please, STOP”. This is GRRM forcing us to exercise our empathy muscles the hard way (it’s easy to inspire empathy for good characters; the real challenge - from a writing standpoint - is inspiring empathy for bad characters, because they’re human too. And the fact that even “bad” characters are human is such an integral theme to asoiaf, because newsflash, our heroes will defend THEM too from the Others. All of humanity, the good and the bad). 

So the first thing to remember is that, while the WoS doesn’t represent the beginning of an upward arc for Cersei, GRRM is certainly NOT endorsing the sexual humiliation directed against her. Rather, he’s exposing the High Sparrow’s (superficially pro-smallfolk and pro-human rights) ideology as violent, misogynistic, reactionary and populist, in short, as a villainous one.

Do I think GRRM went a little over the top with the WoS, and does it have some uncomfortably voyeuristic implications? Yes, just as I think he should have toned down the sexual violence / abuse perpetrated on women in general in the books.

That’s why, while I would generally appreciate GRRM pulling a redeeming twist on Cersei in any other circumstance, I’m actually happy it didn’t happen with the WoS as a catalyst, because the profoundly sexual (and sexually punitive) nature of it would be a TERRIBLE way to start off a female redemption arc. In fact, although Cersei hallucinates at some point the faces of Ned, Sansa etc. judging her, this doesn’t really inspire any real soul searching or self-examination in her, and the humiliation she suffers does NOT extinguish her arrogance, but rather fuels it. Once she’s safe from the crowd, Cersei is even more determined than before to unleash hell on her enemies, which now include the population of King’s Landing as a whole.

I think this is a good counterpoint to other narratives in asoiaf (particularly Theon’s, but not only) that do have a problematic subtext of abuse being depicted as a hard lesson, a necessary step to atonement, or a chance for growth. In Cersei’s narrative, enduring this sort of savage and humiliating abuse does not produce any positive change in the character, in fact it makes the situation worse.

Sorry if I've asked this before but when it comes to our main Lannisters personalities (Tywin, Cersei, Jaime, Tyrion) do you think pride lions or mountian lions suit them better? Personaly I'd choose mountain lions for Tywin & Cersei while Jaime & Tyrion are more of a mix but lean a bit closer to pride lions. What do you think?

I’ve never thought of any of the Lannisters as mountain lions, tbh. The Lannister sigil is pretty straightforward, and if I’m not mistaken the asoiaf equivalent to mountain lions/cougars would be shadowcats (though they’re not exactly the same). In terms of personality… idk, the only thing that comes to my mind is that cougars, unlike pride lions, are solitary animals, which means the one who I MIGHT associate to them is Tyrion, because he’s always been isolated even in his own family (then again, he craves for love and sincere relationships, so…). Tywin and Cersei? they’re totally gregarious animals, like the rest of their kin. They want to take control of their pack and rule it, but they absolutely need a pack to thrive. The kind of power they seek is inherently social, so I don’t see them doing great on their own.

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What are some interesting facts related to top technological terms?

The surprising details of technology for Engg College grads

Technologies keep on updating every day. It is significant for the students of Engg College to know about it. Every technology features interesting facts based on the creation of their name. Undermentioned are some:

Bluetooth

Bluetooth is named with the influence of Danish King from 10th He was personally responsible for the unification of some countries. It includes Denmark, Norway, and Sweden. King Harald Blatland’s harmonize tooth- staining due to blueberries. It gave the name Bluetooth. Centuries ago, he successfully united different cultures.

Similarly, Bluetooth technology has united the realms of today’s electronic devices. It includes the resounding success for the students of the list of engineering colleges in Jaipur. As a wireless tip of the King Blatland, the Bluetooth technology has embraced the runic alphabetic characters. It includes both H and B as its logo.

iPod “Open the pod bay door, Hal”

During the development of Apple’s MP3 player by the professionals of Top Engineering Colleges, Steve Jobs explains its strategy. It says that the Mac is a hub to other gadgets. Vinnie Chieco was a freelance copywriter of Apple and hire to help name the gadget before its launching in 2001.

He brainstormed hubs of all kinds and came to the concept of a spaceship which says, “You could leave it, but you would have to return to refuel”. This protocol inspired the final connection for the pod, a la 2001. You just add an “i” and the connection to the iMac was complete.

Windows 7: Counting on the Power of 7

While Microsoft’s next OS is kind of a “Ho-hum” name, individuals of B Tech Colleges has only to look at what happened with the most recent Windows. Does it release to understand why Microsoft might have gone back to a tried-and-true naming philosophy: Vista? Both Windows 95 and XP have done much better.

Mike Nash from Microsoft announced the name Windows 7, as it was the seventh release of Windows. He believes that number 7 will deliver on its promise of luck.

Red Hat Linux: A Name Rich with Meaning

Bob Young, the co-founder has given multidimensional origins of the red fedora name. It includes:

It was named after red. In Western history, it is the symbol of liberation and challenge of authority.

Cofounder Marc Ewing wore his grandfather’s red Cornell lacrosse hat in Best Engineering Colleges in Jaipur and became known for this tech expertise. It declares that those with problems can see the guy in the red hat.

Ewing gave the name of the software projects in the form of Red Hat 1, Red Hat 2 and so on. So, at the beginning of the Linux project, he just named it Red Hat Linux.

Mac OS X and “The Big Cats” Catlike Sleekness and Style

The popular Apple Mac operating system X denotes the Roman numeral 10, since it is the OS’s tenth release, following Mac OS 9. To the ire of Apple fanboys, students of Engineering Colleges in Jaipur do refer to it as letter ‘X.’ More interestingly, it has been the “big cat” code names assigned to each succeeding X. However, it releases that have stuck with Apple’s marketing. It includes Cheetah (10.0), Puma, Jaguar, Panther, Tiger, and current kitty Leopard. Snow Leopard has been assigned for the release of 10.6 versions. It has the rumors that Lynx and Cougar are basically in the works.

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Aryasha is watching TV.

[di-elle]

Meme: female characters

tagged by @janiedean  

Rules: List 10 of your favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

In no particular order

Elle Bishop (heroes)

Ellie Torres (cougar town)

Trinity (matrix)

Eowyn (lotr)

Daenerys (got)

Arya (got)

Dutch (killjoys)

Parker (leverage)

Cara (legend of the Seeker)

Anne Elliot (is there an Austen fandom?)

I won't tag 10 persons, this memes are always a more a get to know me things then else, But feel free to do it?

[gendryaprompts]

Gendry: This Cougar is looking at me like I’m a piece of meat and buying me top shelf cocktails

Arya: only you...

Gendry: I’m getting a fear boner thinking about what she might do to me

Arya: Resist! Remember what happened after you banged your uncle secretary?!

[kelbottumbles]

One of Those Things

RULES: ANSWER THE 20 QUESTIONS AND THEN TAG 20 AMAZING FOLLOWERS YOU’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!!

Thanks for tagging me @thoughtscascade , @fangirlintheforest and @reddragonlilly7 AKA three mutuals that I now can’t tag myself!!! lol But thanks guys these are fun :)

Name: Kelly

/Nickname: Kel, Kelbot, Kellz, Kel-Kel (depends on who!)

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 5'8

Ethnicity: White lol (Irish heritage)

Favorite Fruit: Cantaloupe

Favorite Season: Fall

Favorite Book: Dies the Fire, by S.M. Stirling (I pray someone reads this book as a result of this!!!)

Favorite Flower: Literally any kind of orchid

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Animal: Cougar/Mountain Lion/Puma

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: I drink tea every single day of my life but would drink hot chocolate just as much if it was socially acceptable as an adult lol

Average Sleep Hours: Pretty much a consistent 8-9 hours in my bed but how much sleep I get really depends on the sleep gods that night lol

Cats or Dogs: Dogs, but I love cats too! I have one of each.

Favorite Fictional characters: (Currently obsessed with Mon-El from Supergirl, and always Kara Danvers) Sarah Lance, Cisco Ramon, Mike Havel, Earth 2 Wells, Barry Goldberg, Harry Potter, Jake (and Oy) from Dark Tower, Raphael, Chandler Bing, Captain America, Spiderman, Rudi Mackenzie, Harry Potter, Arya Stark, Jon Snow, Hermione Granger, Ginny Baker, Mike Lawson (OMG I’LL STOP NOW THAT COULD BE NEVERENDING)

Number of blankets: I have a better furnace now so just 1, my comforter.

Dream trip: England: freeform trip to see museums and the countryside, the harry potter studio tour, and go to as many castles as possible.

Number of Followers: like 360something, my blog had been dormant for like 2 years before I hardcore joined the Karamel ship/fandom lol!

Blog created: Originally for the Big Brother 2014 season, then I didn’t use the account again to post until Jan 2017 so I could join the Supergirl/Karamel fandoms :)

OK! I’m going to tag:

@emarasmoak @highwaytothe7hells @icantloseyou @lostin-the-desert @baskingintheinsanity @straightouttanetflixx @spatialelementalworld @chrstnwrrn @headtotoefangirllikeduh @misfitwriter @karamelfrostedcake @myfangirlinghq @gldngrl7 @karamelblobber @rainyjelena @congratulationyouwin @pwettypwita @shadowjaysmith @scoobydoobydee @sammyjo16

[blackpilledkremlintsarina5294]

Arya.

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Arya, the Russian cougar.