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picklesabroad · 1 year ago

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We landed in Istanbul about midday on our first day. We picked up an Explore Istanbul card, which let us on unlimited trains, trams, ferries, and buses, and off we went. We landed on the Asian side of Istanbul and had to travel over to the Europe side, which took 1 hour on the train, then 15 minutes on the metro. Once we had got to the European side, we had to walk 20 minutes uphill and down dale (Istanbul has HILLS) to get to our accommodation. I was hot, I was sweaty, I had a headache. Soph had spotted a very busy lunch spot swarming with locals so we trekked back up the hill (without bags this time) and stopped by to have two of these little wraps that are filled with meat, grilled veg, pickles, and a sauce. Delightful. The man who was cutting the meat took great care of us, serenading us, blowing us kisses, and making sure we didn’t get shunted to the back of the line by the locals.

After lunch, we decided to stroll around and see the sights. Somehow we ended up on these streets that were HEAVING with people, with stands of knockoff goods on either side. The streets seemed to go on for eternity. Eventually, we got to the bottom, where we found one of the many bazaars in the city. Wall-to-wall stalls of dried fruits, nuts, Turkish delight, lollies, Turkish tea, everything and anything sweet and colourful. We walked around in a bit of a daze before deciding we wanted to try some Turkish tea. We selected a stall and went in, where we were served by a very very very very friendly man. He had our number the minute we walked into the store. He did a tea tasting for us, and talked us through his various teas (weight loss tea - lose 3kg every month guaranteed, tummy tea - drink it and you go to the toilet but NOT diarrhea). We ended up getting duped big time into buying $85 NZD of Turkish delight. Whoops.

By this point my headache was heading towards a migraine, and we had accidentally walked to the other end of town, so we set a course for home and I just stuck my head down and plodded home, straight into the shower and into bed. I had a nap for a couple of hours and felt much better. We then went and caught the tram to Tophane, another part of town, where we had the most incredible dinner - a huge plate covered in dips, salsa and salad, with grilled meat in the middle and flatbreads. It was amazing. The restaurant served us free wine and took very good care of us. We then went and had a Basque cheesecake for dessert, and caught the tram home.

I was told that the restaurant greeters were very outspoken here and that has been very much my experience. They seem to prey on our politeness a little bit, and can be quite rude at times - “LADY I SAID HELLO, I AM OVER HERE LADY LOOK AT ME”. I have quickly learned to be very blunt with how I communicate with the salesmen over here.

The next morning we got up and found Jack (Soph’s brother) and his girlfriend Claudia. We knew we were crossing paths with them in Istanbul and that we would likely spend a couple of days together. The first day we caught up with them mid morning and went exploring around Tophane again, where there is a vintage clothes market area. We spent a lot of those days strolling the streets, we found a baklava place that did gluten free baklava (Claudia is gluten free) so we tried that and were very impressed, both with the baklava and the air conditioning, clean toilets and chilled filtered water taps that we could use to replenish out water bottles. It was a top find and we visited the next day for water and sweets.

We were only here for two days, so the second day we visited the Haiga Sophia, the Blue Mosque and the basilica cistern. The mosques were neat but the cistern was AMAZING. It was incredible to think of the craftsmen-ship that went into it. We then caught the ferry back to the Asia aside and walked about an hour through a veggie market to a restaurant that was featured on chef’s table. As we were walking, we walked past what looked to be a military base. There was a beautiful view out past the base and to the water, and we stopped to look at all the ships in the Bosphorus. As we watched, we noticed a military man standing under a tree watching us. I smiled and gave him a lil wave, and I thought he was going to wave back, but instead he whistled at us and started shaking his gun in the air. We got a big fright and decided we had better hoof it out go there. We got to the restaurant and it was pretty good, so we hung around and had dinner at its sister restaurant. We then caught the ferry home and I was straight to bed. It was a big, hot and busy day.

We have just arrived in GOREME! More to come soon.

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f1-ction · 2 years ago

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“Strawberry Meets Orange”

or "ice lolly kisses"

Ship: Carlos x Lando (Carlando) Type: mostly fluff, but things get a little ~fruity~ Word count: 956 Rating: 15+ (I guess)

Based on this video from the French GP 2022. ♡︎

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ~~~~~~~☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ "Strawberry."

Lando flinches at the sudden sound of an all too familiar voice breathing down his neck. A second ago, he was just minding his own business, casually strolling through a less crowded area of the motorhomes after a long, exhausting race under the French sun. He didn't notice anyone creeping up to him, let alone somebody getting this close. But it's too late now. He doesn't even have time to turn around to look at the culprit or collect his drifting thoughts properly because next thing he knows a strong hand, reaching directly for his wrist, gets hold of him quite effortlessly and drags him into the shade of a backmarker's motorhome, into a corner, a dead angle, somewhere out of view of anybody else. "Wha-?” Lando meets the metallic wall of the motorhome cheek first. The impact is rough but not entirely unpleasant. Rather the cool surface feels oddly refreshing against his heated skin. In the sweltering heat of summer, when the sun is doing its very best to turn everyone on Earth into toast eventually, you take all the cooling you can get. Especially if you had been slowly melting in your fireproofs for hours not that long ago. Be that as it may, Lando would actually prefer not to stay in this awkward position for much longer than absolutely necessary. A warped, blurry reflection of Carlos appears on the surface of the metal. "What are you doing?" Again Lando tries to turn around, but Carlos' hand grasping his wrist knows no mercy. It keeps Lando’s right arm immobilized in a firm grip behind his own back. He's been caught. Like a salmon gets caught by a bear. Like an unsuspecting fly gets caught in the clutches of a starving spider. Lando attempts to wriggle his fingers. "Carlos, what are you doing??" he repeats half laughing, half whining, his cheek squashed up against the wall. Carlos low, raspy voice, now much closer than expected, makes all the hairs on his body stand on end. "Your lips..." "What about 'em?" A nervous giggle escapes Lando’s mouth as he, once again, tries to break free from this uncomfortable position. This time by squirming. Pretty much unimpressed by this, Carlos only tightens his grip around Lando’s wrist to keep him from moving. He leans in closer and breathes his words right against Lando’s skin now, his voice almost a purr. "They must taste like strawberry, no?" While Lando is still wondering how one can experience such an immense amount of goosebumps in a scorching heat like this, he can feel the weight of his former teammate's body slowly pushing him up against the wall completely. Now there really is no escape. Gradually it starts to dawn on him what this unprovoked ambush is all about, and as the penny drops, he draws a deep breath to have enough air in his lungs to make his following statement as clear as possible, the sassy reply already formed on the tip of his tongue. But Carlos isn't interested in that reply. No, his tongue seems to have other plans right now. And so all that built-up air ends up shooting out of Lando's lungs in an embarrassingly high-pitched "Eeee!" as Carlos’ tongue gives his ear a quick, and surprisingly icy, lick. "Carlosssss!" he squeals, squirming helplessly. "Why's your tongue so friggin' cold?!" Instead of giving an answer, Carlos leans right back in. There's an invisible racing line on Lando's neck looking especially delicious today and he's gonna trace it all the way up to his ear. This time his tongue feels warmer. Getting hotter even the further it slides. The unsuspected sensation sends a shiver down Lando's bent spine. "It's because of the ice cream," Carlos whispers. "Ice cream, you scream. Get it?" Lando can literally hear the dumb smirk on Carlos' face as he says this. Sometimes he thinks he's so smart. "Yeah, I get. What the hell, though?" Finally Carlos lets go of him and Lando makes sure to turn around immediately, his back against the wall, before he gets manhandled by him again. Not that he wouldn't like it. But in a place like this... Now Lando notices that Carlos had an orange ice lolly in one of his hands the entire time. No wonder his tongue felt so cold. Amazing what this guy can do with only one free hand... Maybe Carlos read his mind or maybe he can just read him like a book as always - either way - Carlos gives him a reassuring look, casually sucking on his ice lolly. "It's okay, no? Nobody saw us here." "Yeah, I guess." Lando scratches his cheek - which should be cold from being pressed against the metal wall for so long, but actually feels as hot as the asphalt on the main-straight. "But I gotta go now. I've got some more media responsibilities I gotta attend." Carlos just looks at him. Like a dog waiting for something. "What?" "You're leaving without letting me try?" "Try what?" "Your strawberry lips." Carlos points at Lando's lips which causes Lando to touch them almost involuntarily. "I'm not done with my orange ice cream, yet, so I wonder, you know, what it would taste like, yours and mine, what taste it would make in my-" "OK, OK, but don't make this a habit." As Lando's fingers dig deep into the collar of Carlos' shirt, pulling him closer, he can't help but flash a cheeky grin at Carlos. "And just so you know, it's called an ice lolly not ice cream." "...but did you scream, though?" "Oh, shut up already..." And they both melt into a kiss so sweet and fruity like nothing they have ever tasted before... ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ~~~~~~~☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

#f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #carlando

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chyornaya-vdova · 3 years ago

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She's gone, come Over

A collab with panda365 aka @gammacousin

Tony's made a stupid Titkot Challenge on Pepper and wants Bruce to do the same to Natasha. Obviously Nat is not amused and Bruce has to fear for his life.

AO3 ff.net

Tony’s whining again, grumbling in the lab with puffy eyes and a scrappy blanket over his shoulder. He jumps when Banner enters the lab, the door slammed behind him.

“What’d you do? Pepper kicked you out?” Bruce asked, wondering what Tony's done to make Pepper that furious with him.

Tony tried to compose himself, but failed. “Uh nothing. Just a joke. She didn't take it that well…“ He mumbled, looking away from his science bro.

Bruce sighed and held the bridge of his nose. “What did you do?“ Sure, it wasn't the first time this happened, but Pepper sounded more angry than usual when it came to Tony's shenanigans. And he should know, he was an expert when it came to anger.

“You know the latest app all the kids are using?“ Tony explained with a flourishing hand gesture “I tried one of the trends out. Didn’t end well.”

“And?”

“Annnd I texted Pepper a minute after she walked out the door and said ‘okay she’s gone, you can come over now’. And I waited.“

Bruce sighed again, long and deep. He could already guess what happened next. What did Tony expect to happen? That she won't be furious and won't throw him out? He held his forehead and thought about what he should say. This was just too ridiculous.

“You know how her nose twitches when she’s mad?” Said Tony, before he could think of anything to say.

“No.” Was all he could say in that moment.

“Well! It was twitching!”

“Is that really important right now…?“ He mumbled, not getting out of the sighing circle anytime soon.

Tony was supposed to be smart and then he did something as stupid as this. When Bruce looked at his friend again, he knew something bad would happen soon. Tony had this weird look on his face. As if he had a stupid idea that'll bring them into lots of trouble.

“No.“ Said Bruce before Tony could vocalize out his idea.

“I haven't said anything.“

“I said no.“

“What if I dare you? I’ll make a bet!”

He'll regret asking, “What bet…?“

“I’ll give you $500 to put towards your new microscope if you try the trend on Natasha the next time she leaves.”

Banner scoffed and put on his lenses, ready to focus on working, “I don’t have a death wish, thanks anyways.”

“Dude! Bro! Come on…! You have to live-!“

“Yeah! I’d like to.”

“$700…$1,000…eternal bragging rights with the boys? It’s bad luck to keep telling me no.”

“Look, when the time comes where Nat needs to take me down, I don't want it to happen like this, okay?“ Bruce grumbled. As nice as it sounded to have a new microscope, his life was at risk. It's not the same when Pepper's mad. Yes, she was creepy when angry, but Bruce swore to never ever get on Nat's bad side. Ever. And he was quite sure once she 'killed' him, the other guy would be next.

Tony tapped at his knee, jaw twisted in thought. “I’ll bargain with Cap on the next mission! No Hulk. Period. You can science behind the tech screen while we kick butt. Deal?”

Bruce bit his lip so hard it almost bled. He groaned, tugging at his curls frustrated. Before he could answer he needed to look at his options. Would it be really worth it? “I guess it won't matter if I'm dead...”

“If you live it’s an amazing story.”

He whipped around and counted on his fingers. “No Hulk on the next mission, a brand new microscope, and $50,000 down on a new house for Nat and I.”

Tony was visibly cringing. “Shi-rrr. Sure. Dang you’re expensive upkeep! One condition- this is all recorded via the security tapes for my viewing pleasure later. Okay? Deal?“

He already knew why Tony wanted it recorded. “You're gonna put the footage on YouTube and this children’s app, aren’t you?“ He asked, sighing once again.

“Nooooo, of course not! Who do you think I am?“ A liar. That's what he was.

Bruce hesitated for a few more minutes, weighing all his options again. Maybe if he already had the house, she probably, hopefully would be less pissed? He was thinking about surprising her with it anyway, so why not use it as a method to prevent his imminent death. Bruce sighed. “Okay. Deal.“ He already regretted it...

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Natasha suiting up for an errand always took twenty minutes. She’s lingering in the hallway and strapped on her gear and a knife in a secret holster.

She yelled with her short hair bouncing, “Bruce! I’m getting sandwiches for lunch, what do you want?”

“Is the salami going to threaten your life?”

He pointed to her holster.

She smirked, tugging her belt a little tighter and reached for the keys, “Not if I kill him first.”

“Where are you going?”

“Whatever I see first. Tony's paying of course.“ Said the redhead, as she held up Tony's credit that she kept stealing from him.

“How-? You’re going to get caught one of these days.”

“I’m a spy, Vrach.” And it's not like Tony made it difficult for her. It was easier than stealing a lolly from a baby.

Bruce rolls his eyes, looking her over with a thought. “Do you have your phone on you?”

She tapped her side. “Yep. Should I text you where I end up? Can you text me your order?”

Bruce smirked, already trying to hide his evil thoughts and the unhinged nerves that accompanied it. “Yep! Sounds great!”

Natasha made sure she had everything she needed, before kissing Bruce's cheek. “Okay, I'm off.“ Bruce gave her a little wave, as she left.

He bit his cheek and watched and waited. Maybe if he lingered a bit longer she’d be halfway to pick up their lunch. He’d have a full half hour to prepare for the explosion.

Or maybe Natasha would just laugh it off...find amusement in the prank. Heck, she lives with a bunch of guys. She’s used to this...right?

“R.I.P, me...” Bruce reached for the phone, tapped his messages and clicked her name. He typed quickly;

‘She just left. You can come over.’

As he hit the 'send' button he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Now he had to wait...

He stood and dropped his phone back onto the table and circled around to head to his private office. He lifted a hand to the door handle and heard the sound of screeching tires pulling back up to the tower. Someone was driving recklessly. Dangerous considering New York streets. He entered his office and swung the door lazily closed. It sprung back open and hit the wall, forcefully. Almost as loud as the screech that followed...almost.

“Robert Bruce Banner!”

He cringed and looked up, trying to play innocent. The green shade in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks did nothing to help the situation.

Natasha stood there, his phone in her hand with her pupils the size of full on quarters.

“What. The. Hell?!“

“Uh-”

He couldn’t get a word in. She was talking again. “Who’s ‘she’?! ‘She’ who?!”

“She uh.. “ he stuttered, English shipping his mind. “She you.”

Natasha lifted her eyebrows. “Me. So I left and you thought it would be a good idea to call over your, what, your other girlfriend?!”

“I don’t have another girlfriend-“

“Did you realize you were texting me?! Who were you trying to text?!“

“Well, uh...“

“Give me your phone!” She dropped her head and charged like a bull, searching his pockets like an unhinged rabid animal.

“Natasha!” He squirmed away, receiving a slap to his shoulder in the process. “Ow!”

She screamed, pivoting. She dropped her own device in her circle, scrambling to locate his device. “Where did you put it?!”

“Natasha!” He followed her down the hall, finding just the slightest amusement in her demeanor. If she wasn’t a trained killer, unraveling his significant other might have a bit of play to it.

She slammed her hand on the table and lifted his phone, her lip trembling as she went off in a mumbled Russian. Bruce would prefer the screaming to the whispers. He knew she could hurl a knife in his direction at any moment with just the flick of her wrist.

“Betty?! Were you trying to text Betty?! You texted Betty, didn't you?!”

He looked at her, softly and kindly, trying to take a seat at the table she was hunched over at, frantic with his phone in her hand.

“Hey, honey-“

“Don’t you honey me! You’ll answer the damn question!”

“Okay, okay!” He lifted his hands in surrender. “Easy! Just take it easy.”

…there’s the knife. An inch away from his throat. Natasha held her frown, immovable in her position. “Answer. The. Question.“ She growled at him and it was pretty frightening.

“I will. I will. Let's talk, okay?” He managed to squeak out.

Romanoff glared at him for a few more seconds, before tucking her blade and hurled it at the wall, shattering a glass in the process. She forced a grin and dropped his phone. “Okay, let’s talk…”

“It was a bet, Nat.“ he grinned nervously, “I didn’t, mean to-.“

“Tony? Was it Tony? It was Tony, wasn’t it.”

“Nat. We’re just talking.”

Natasha tugged her jacket in a huff, standing a bit straighter with her same intimidating eye contact. Her jaw was tight, no doubt grinding his heart against her molars.

“It was a prank- that’s it.“ He reassured her as honestly as possible.

Her head tilted, an eyebrow raised. It was crystal clear that she didn't believe a word he said. “Really. That’s it?”

“I might’ve. Well I might’ve...”

“Talk, Robert!”

“I made a bet! Alright? I made a bet with Tony.”

She crossed her arms, her death glare was still there. “With Tony.”

“With Tony…it was a big bet.”

“Did you gamble away a kidney?”

“No…just...listen-“

“I am listening!” She hissed impatiently. Yes, he understood, she just wanted him to get to the point.

He looked up, those bright puppy dog eyes she would like to tear out at that moment, “Without cutting me off?”

Natasha walked over to her knife, took it down with a huff, and sat back at the table with a boot on the chair. With her fingers running along the blade she nodded ever so slightly.

“I’m going to die...” He mumbled to himself.

She nodded again, still staring at the knife. “We'll see. I'll be the judge of that.“ Nat answered, who obviously heard his mumbling. It was true, though. His life was in her heavily armed hands. It's usually a good thing, but he's never been on the receiving end before...

He laid his hands on the table. “Alright. First of all, there is no other girlfriend. Just you. You’re my everything.”

Natasha snorted with sarcastic laughter, again not believing anything he said. “Listen! Please. I made a bet with Tony, for us. For you and me. He was being stupid, he wanted me to do something equally stupid, so I said I would if he gave me $50,000.”

Now she looked up from her knife with a raised eyebrow.

“For a house! Tasha! Put away the judgement for ten minutes, I swear you can cut me open when I’m done talking.“ He sighed and crossed his arms. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Natasha looked back down at the knife in her hands. A few seconds ticked by. A minute. A very long and agonizing minute. “And that...that’s worth giving me a heart attack?”

“Well, uh…“ It kinda was, since now they had the house, but he still feared for his life and half lied to her instead. “No. No it’s not. I'm sorry.”

“This wasn’t funny.“ She scolded. Of course she was right. He knew it from the beginning.

“It wasn't.“ He agreed immediately. “Forgive me?”

She kicked the chair in front of her, still glaring. “I need a ten foot radius for the next 48 hours.”

“Sooo, I’m not forgiven.”

“I’ll think about it.” She reached back for her keys. “You never told me what you wanted for lunch.”

“Oh. Yeah. Well if you’re going to-”

“No no. You’re going with me. You obviously need to be supervised since apparently you can’t behave when I’m not around.” She scolded as if he's a little kid.

“It was a stupid prank!”

“Stupidity has its consequences. Get in the car.” Natasha turned around to go outside, but he wasn't quite done with her.

“Nat?“ She stopped and just looked at him over her shoulder. “Let's hug it out?“

“Ten foot radius.“ She reminded him, but he wasn't having any of it. Bruce opened his arms and gave her his best puppy look. The redhead glared at him and they stood there for a few seconds. Then, she eventually gave up and came back to hug him. Bruce wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her as close as physically possible. “You're still not off the hook.“

“I know. You can punish me all you want. I deserve it.“

“You sure as hell do. You have five seconds left.“ Bruce listened as she counted from five downwards and only let go when she reached one.

“I love you, Nat.“ He said, but she answered with something he should've expected but honestly didn't in this situation.

“You're a dork.“ Natasha turned around to leave the room and on her way she waved at him to follow her, which he did.

“Well, I heard chicks dig that.” He couldn't help but reply, which earned him a slap on his arm, this time more gentle than before.

#fanfic #fanfiction #brutasha #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #marvel #mcu #tony stark #avengers

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malicerewatchesdoctorwho · 4 years ago

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The Wheel in Space - Episode One

Written by - David Whitaker (Story by Kit Pedler) Director - Tristan de Vere Cole Producer - Peter Bryant

Episode One

("What's happened to the crew?" - The Doctor to Jamie about the odd lack of crew in the rocket left drifting in space.)

Likes

- Haha, the scanner not working so they don't know what is outside the TARDIS. Poor old girl is just not in the mood for this shit today.

- The TARDIS is warning them not to go outside and go somewhere else. I like when she gets protective. Also it means the Doctor brought them to this place, she had nothing to do with it except be the vehicle. Probably to let the Doctor go where he wants after the loss of Victoria. Aww.

- Hah first the fault locator is brought back in and now so too is the fluid link.

- Jamie just pressing random buttons to see what happens.

- Oh god XD Jamie telling the Doctor to stick his rod back in and then they can go somewhere else, while they are in an abandoned rocket ship living quarters with bunk beds right next to them. Just...word usage, you know.

- Ooh, it's rare the Doctor is taken out of commission by a knock on the head. Usually that's reserved for companions. I like when things go wrong and he is injured like that. Is that weird? It just happens so rarely.

- Jamie blowing shit up. Yes. Can we have more of that, please?

Dislikes

- Silly thing really to dislike but...the fault locator going from a huge boxy machine that takes up almost a whole wall from One's time to a small boxy part of the console. When did this happen?

- Uh, Doctor, lollies like lemon sherbets don't tend to quench thirst. At least not to me. They make me even thirstier. Nice going there. As it is it will get the horrible taste of gas and smoke out of their mouths, so hey, I'll take it.

- Why did Jamie randomly grab a blanket? He hadn't seen the robot at that point I am pretty sure, so it is just a random act.

Awesome

- I like how there are quite a few scenes which still exist in this one, especially inside the TARDIS. So we get to see the TARDIS slowly starting to smoke as the 'battery' fries.

- I like the look of the rocket ship set Jamie and the Doctor land on. The inside of it that is.

- Nice job on sound effects on this one all round.

- I know there's an animated version of this first episode only because I have watched it before, but I am going for the recon on this, because it matches with the rest. The recon I got is animated in parts and shiny with some nice effects.

Shitty

- It's missing. Oh yay, boy do I miss recons. Thankfully I am almost done with these. Two episodes of this story still exist and I believe 1 for The Space Pirates does too. Then no more will be missing. Yay. Thankfully, this isn't bad quality recons.

In Conclusion

I liked this episode quite a bit. We have a mystery going on. We have a space station crew. We have a drifted, abandoned cargo rocket ship. We have the Doctor and Jamie not knowing where they are with the Doctor hurt and in and out of consciousness leaving Jamie alone.

It's a really nice start to the story. And the recons aren't bad quality, which is a major bonus, and there are scenes from the animated version which weren't animated and you miss a bit of the story with that one. I am glad I went with the recon.

Also, we get a crew that calls each other by their first names. That's also rare. Usually even in isolated working environments like this in the show, everyone calls each other by their last names and/or rank. Here, they all call each other by their first names or nicknames. Tanya was called Tiny at one stage, I am sure of it.

Body count - 0. A robot got blown up by Jamie, but that isn't a living being so can't be killed.

#Classic Doctor Who #doctor who #the wheel in space #episode one #epic rewatch #Second Doctor #Jamie McCrimmon #Zoe Heriot #The Cybermen

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himiko-yumehellno · 4 years ago

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Figured I'd give you a Oumeno (Kokichi x Himiko)-related ask, because why not? Hit me with your best shot! And by best shot, I mean hit me with any LGBT+ headcanons you have for them, plus any personal headcanons you have for the ship

*stretches to warm up for this ask* WELL –

I tend to headcanon Kokichi as panromantic and demisexual, as well as some form of nonbinary (I usually flip flop between genderfluid and solely nonbinary). Himiko I tend to headcanon as either bi and/or omni (because I never have consistent headcanons lol), and I like to think of them both as aroflux because self-projection, babey. Also Himiko's trans and asexual.

I like to think Kokichi has heterochromia and a green eye, he just uses contacts to hide it.

Himiko loves pancakes, and she's actually really good at making breakfast food! God help her if she needs to make lunch or dinner, though.

Kokichi has a really weakened sense of taste, and likes weird food combinations with interesting textures to make up for it.

They both love amusement parks and fairs, and it's a common date for them in the summer.

Kokichi has tons of nicknames for Himiko, such as Magey, Beloved, Bunny, Himihimi, etc. Himiko just calls him by his name or the very occasional common petname. That said, she once called him Soda Lolli-Pop and he's been trying to get her to call him that regularly ever since.

That fact actually makes them immune to the whole "Honey?" "Yes dear?" "Don't ever lie to me again" joke, which frustrated Miu when she tried to pull a fast one on them, but as she was leaving Kokichi said to Himiko, "Well, she's an idiot, don't you agree, love?" and Miu just walked straight into a wall.

Going back to Himiko being trans, she's a bit sensitive about her small chest because of this, but Kokichi likes to make jokes about venmo-ing her some breasts that always make her at least smile, if not laugh.

"Don't worry, Himiko, I'll have my organization members send you some tits in the mail, free of shipping fees."

Kokichi's actually slightly strong, he just doesn't like to lift things so he pretends he's weak so no asks him to.

Himiko makes really good sugar cookies. She can't move her batches in or out of the oven cause she got burned while doing so once and is scared to do so again, but when someone helps her with that they get rewarded with free cookies.

Kokichi likes to play meme themes on his kazoo and Himiko's learned to tune it out

Kokichi: *plays the Mii theme on his kazoo for an hour straight, irritating everyone else in the room to the point they're considering just slapping the instrument out of his hands*

Himiko: *turns a page in her novel* I wonder if the park would be a fun date for the weekend. What do you think, Kokichi?

They totally go to the soap/candle shops at the mall and sniff all the products before buying something. It's their weekly thing, along with just wandering around the mall, eating ice cream and pizza, and going to the bookstore.

Speaking of books, Kokichi loves romance and fantasy novels, and Himiko loves horror and mystery novels. Neither of them will admit to it. They cover for each other and claim their book collections belong to each other.

Kokichi gives Himiko piggyback rides when he's feeling generous.

They have the weirdest inside jokes that nobody else understands.

"I am going to conquer the Mediterranean with a pineapple ship!" "Shut up, you're a tootsie roll." "ROUND FRIEND BREAD!" etc

Kokichi loves dresses. Himiko has sensory issues with them unless they have specific styles and fabric, but she does like the swooshy-swooshy of them, so she wears skirts.

They both have ADHD and autism.

Kokichi's family is all ten DICE and Himiko has several siblings, so whenever their two families interact it's like an entire family reunion all on its own: chaotic and with tons of people, yet somehow loving.

Their favorite way of cuddling is just lying together. That's it. For example: Himiko's lying on the floor, playing on her phone, when Kokichi comes along and lays across her back, playing on his own phone. Optimal for sharing memes and whatever else they want to show each other yet still doing their own thing. It's a win-win. Especially since Kokichi's actually sensitive when it comes to touch but when he's in the mood for it he shows just how little physical affection he normally gets (not that Himiko's neglecting him or anything – he's just unused to it and usually can't stand it cause of sensory issues).

When they get older and buy their own place they get a trampoline and have serious discussions while bouncing in it, just because.

They also have like five cats, two guinea pigs, and a turtle.

I think that's all the headcanons I have right now! Boy it felt good to write them all down. Thanks for the ask, Ally!

#asks #drv3 #kokichi ouma #himiko yumeno #oumeno #shipping #himiko cast original post #headcanons

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lolliepops-rox · 5 months ago

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Germany and Italy from Hetalia are moisprits!

#aph germany #aph italy #aph gerita #gerita #Feliciano Vargas #ludwig beilschmidt #hetalia #hello hetalia fandom. i am here w/ the homestuck. sorry not sorry.#there is more to come from my blog actually deicated to quad edits #I SHOULD DO FANDOM STUCK EDITS FUCK.#ill make it happen i promise #talking lollie #lollies shipping wall

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lolliepops-rox · 7 months ago

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Shrek and Donkey from The Shrek Franchise are moirails!!!

I dare you to rewatch the first Shrek movie and tell me they're not moirails. The moon scene is textbook feelings jam.

VOTE SHREKDONKEY

Bowser x Luigi from Super Mario Bros vs Shrek x Donkey from Donkey

Propaganda for Shrek x Donkey:

faggotry

#talking lollie #lollies shipping wall

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reluming · 4 years ago

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dairy heir! nod! mr. march!

thanks natalie! :)

The Dairy Heir: Invent a ridiculous d20 ship and argue why it should be taken seriously.

misty moore/arthur aguefort... honestly, i have no reason other than i just love wild old people. they both seem p horny and into fucking a lot of different beings/creatures! they WILL throw amazing orgy parties together and you cannot stop them. i think they will enjoy telling each other stories from all the many years that they’ve lived. they will have dramatic arguments and fall out with each other constantly but then they’ll just get back together again and make up passionately. also, in a way, misty moore kind of IS a phoenix, you know??

Nod: What was the moment that d20 hooked you?

tiny heist was the first d20 thing i watched, bc of the mcelroys, and the moment episode 2 started and they showed the battle set i fell in love. that was what appealed to me most about d20 at first, just the AMAZING battle sets. the tiny heist battle sets are just so stellar bc of all the... tiny things... they really capture the wonder and whimsy of the setting so well! TINY THINGS!

but i think the thing that really cemented my love for d20, including the core cast, is i think just... the whole of that tiefling greasers ep in fantasy high... i don’t know WHAT it was about that ep but just like. everything brennan made those tiefling greasers say and do was so incredibly hysterical to me. fig confusing everyone with her winking bardic inspirations! that moment when fabian kills johnny spells at the end is fucking CINEMATIC. and then we get the delightful cubbys!!

Mr. March: Rank the Dimension 20 seasons based on a silly metric of your choosing.

hmm here you go, d20 seasons based on how cool a restaurant themed around that season would be, from least to most:

1. escape from the bloodkeep - eftb, while a very fun side quest, is probably the least appetising season.

2. fantasy high - yes i would love to go to basrar’s in real life but otherwise i don’t think there’s that much material to draw on for a themed restaurant! MAYBE the seacaster manor could work, then it’s almost like a PIRATE SHIP MAID CAFÉ. unlike in a typical maid café, the wait staff are just like, older women who are mostly sweet but occasionally terrifying serving you kippers and cookies. and i could totally dig that, but there just isn’t a good solid theme for a restaurant here.

3. tiny heist - the decor would be SO cute and wonderful i am just thinking about all the tiny heist battle sets... eating dishes of food made to look like giant crumbs! there could be a stage for small live performances on the weekends inspired by ti and bean’s shows or boomer’s theatric endeavours!

4. the unsleeping city - i think this would be like a VERY normal-looking restaurant when you first go in, like it couldn’t GET more normal and unassuming, but the food is fusion food from loads of different cuisines all around the world and it’s all very delicious. then, once you finish your meal, you’re ushed into a bar in the back area, and suddenly it all transforms into somewhere nod-like, with funhouse mirrors on the walls and mist on the ground and dim trippy purple lighting and a huge crescent moon hanging from the ceiling that lucky guests get to sit on, and someone is playing the piano while the wait staff are all dressed as bizarre characters, singing and occasionally making absolutely nonsensical statements as they serve you drinks (including non-alcoholic ones, ofc!) named after unsleeping city characters and episodes.

5. a crown of candy - yes i did this entire ranking bc of acoc. I WANT AN ACOC-THEMED RESTAURANT SO BAD!!! it would be a very fancy buffet style restaurant with everything laid out according to the map of calorum. lil ships displaying fine cheeses in a sea of ice and yoghurt tubs! of course, there are salami-wrapped cheeses - the “meat” ambushers from ep 2. there’s a veggie station where you get to grill your own keradin deeproot or belizabeth brassica. a large bread selection to choose from so you can TOAST THAT BREAD, whether it’s ciabatta or grissini. the dessert section has an array of smiley yet sinister looking cakes with googly eyes, and of course a very beautiful pick n mix area featuring all your fave rocks characters. the freezer where you get your lollies from is made to look like the ice cream temple. the person who torches the creme brulees on demand is dressed as cinnamon the dragon. there’s a fridge with lil glass bottles of milk and you can make your own cute mini outfits to dress the glass bottles up in and take them home afterwards as a souvenir!

#tagsharkodactylnotthisblog #ask #sharkodactyl #dimension 20

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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 2 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

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Synopsis

The Second Doctor is attempting to pilot the TARDIS, when he is attacked by two Daleks which have entered the ship. The Doctor covers his face from the Daleks.

Propaganda

It’s the closest thing we have to the original Power of the Daleks… (@finalpam8000 )

Nothing at the End of the Lane

Synopsis

Barbara Wright has been having attacks for over a year; she calls them ""episodes"". She sees things, and feels pain and other sensations vividly. Sometimes she passes out.

Barbara is on the bus on her way to Coal Hill School. She has an attack while on the bus. When she gets to school, she talks with the science teacher, Ian Chesterton.

Propaganda

Nothing at the End of the Lane is an atmospheric, liminal and deeply disturbing short story. It’s essentially Ian and Barbara being haunted by the ghost of An Unearthly Child. It looks at 60s Who from a completely different and unnerving angle. I’ll never look at TV static the same way again. (@partiallithopseffect )

#round 2

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lolliepops-rox · 4 months ago

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Basically a kismesis is a romantic rival, and a moirails is a QPP. And kisrail would be a fusion of the two in some way. Whether that's flopping between the two relationship types, or a fusion of the both at once. For more info on Homestuck quadrants, please see below my essay & con panel on the topic!

Essay (google docs)

Con panel (YouTube)

Sorry. Jax and gangle from the amazing digital circus as kisrails

Jax and Gangle from The Amazing Digital Circus are kisrails!

#talking lollie #lollies shipping wall #id be happy to answer any follow up questions!

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1 So, based on your latest posts, and because you take the time to explore things that have been on my mind lately: 1 Jon-Sansa reunion is foreshadowed in Jamie-Cersei meeting at the Sept over dead Tywin and Jamie's dream of his mother. 2. T-S wedding not annulled, T will press his claim. Horrible suspicion: Sansa forgot her bedding and her PoV is completely blurred. Her next PoV is when she escapes and she thinks she should tell T about her moodblood!

2 T never once denies that he bedded her. He thinks "I am not bedded" once but that's because he wants to be chosen and S doesn't want him. He did what Tywin wanted "bed her once". He'll probably press his claim to WF based on that. In Catelyn's chapter Robb says he'll take his head off for what he did. This foreshadow comes also in Ts chapters in ADWD. Please explore Ts chapters more! Nice catch the whore-wife thing!

Oh hi, anon!

OMG, you make an excellent point! I think that GRRM planned something quite like this with the 5-year-gap he ended up having to scrap. Now it makes sense! I’ll put in some quotes below that show the hints.

It might still happen now. Obviously, not involving the actual wedding night, but as a “completely blurred” experience that involves Sansa (and probably Tyrion) at a point in the future. A point where Tyrion doesn’t care about being nice anymore. But for now, let’s look at what might have been.

Here’s where the hints come in after their wedding in ASOS:

For their wedding night, they had been granted the use of an airy bedchamber high in the Tower of the Hand. Tyrion kicked the door shut behind them. “There is a flagon of good Arbor gold on the sideboard, Sansa. Will you be so kind as to pour me a cup?” “Is that wise, my lord?” “Nothing was ever wiser. I am not truly drunk, you see. But I mean to be.” Sansa filled a goblet for each of them. It will be easier if I am drunk as well. She sat on the edge of the great curtained bed and drained half her cup in three long swallows. No doubt it was very fine wine, but she was too nervous to taste it. It made her head swim.

They both drink a wine that Tyrion has provided for them. Arbor Gold, he says. A different chapter with Shae suggests something else.

“We should go back,” he said reluctantly. “It must be near dawn. Sansa will be waking.” “You should give her dreamwine,” Shae said, “like Lady Tanda does with Lollys. A cup before she goes to sleep, and we could fuck in bed beside her without her waking.” She giggled. “Maybe we should, some night. Would m’lord like that?” Her hand found his shoulder, and began to knead the muscles there. “Your neck is hard as stone. What troubles you?”

Tyrion could not see his fingers in front of his face, but he ticked his woes off on them all the same. “My wife. (…) He had come to his last finger. “The face that stares back out of the water when I wash.”(ASOS, Tyrion)

She mentions the dreamwine and he gets tense as a stone, the thought of his wife troubles him and he can’t stand the look of his own face. Hmmm… (That last one is also a Tysha hint, but I digress.)

The pivotal moment at the wedding night:

She climbed onto the featherbed, conscious of his stare. A scented beeswax candle burned on the bedside table and rose petals had been strewn between the sheets. She had started to pull up a blanket to cover herself when she heard him say, “No.”

The cold made her shiver, but she obeyed. Her eyes closed, and she waited. After a moment she heard the sound of her husband pulling off his boots, and the rustle of clothing as he undressed himself. When he hopped up on the bed and put his hand on her breast, Sansa could not help but shudder. She lay with her eyes closed, every muscle tense, dreading what might come next. Would he touch her again? Kiss her? Should she open her legs for him now? She did not know what was expected of her.

“Sansa.” The hand was gone. “Open your eyes.” She had promised to obey; she opened her eyes. He was sitting by her feet, naked. Where his legs joined, his man’s staff poked up stiff and hard from a thicket of coarse yellow hair, but it was the only thing about him that was straight. “My lady,” Tyrion said, “you are lovely, make no mistake, but … I cannot do this. My father be damned. We will wait. The turn of a moon, a year, a season, however long it takes. Until you have come to know me better, and perhaps to trust me a little.” His smile might have been meant to be reassuring, but without a nose it only made him look more grotesque and sinister. (ASOS, Sansa)

This feels rewritten, doesn’t it? The sudden break, the sudden reprieve. It could just be Tyrion’s creeping conscience making him change his mind. Or it could be Sansa’s mind rewriting the moment. As the series stands now, it can be both. But this issue between them is so heavily referenced that it will have to come up again in the future, one way or the other. It was always meant to be important.

This is at the end of the wedding night chapter:

“On my honor as a Lannister,” the Imp said, “I will not touch you until you want me to.” It took all the courage that was in her to look in those mismatched eyes and say, “And if I never want you to, my lord?” His mouth jerked as if she had slapped him. “Never?” Her neck was so tight she could scarcely nod. “Why,” he said, “that is why the gods made whores for imps like me.” He closed his short blunt fingers into a fist, and climbed down off the bed. (ASOS, Sansa)

That’s some violent imagery for a kindly refusal to rape her, isn’t it? We all know what Lannister honor is worth (a bucket of…) and we see that Tyrion does feel entitled to her, or he wouldn’t react with dismay at her suggestion that she may never want him.

The chapter is followed by an Arya chapter describing Stoney Sept, the Battle of the Bells, and this comes up quickly:

More recent battles had been fought here as well, Arya thought from the look of the place. The town gates were made of raw new wood; outside the walls a pile of charred planks remained to tell what had happened to the old ones.

(…)

“When the westermen came through they raped the Huntsman’s wife and sister, put his crops to the torch, ate half his sheep, and killed the other half for spite. Killed six dogs too, and threw the carcasses down his well. A chewed-up corpse would be plenty good enough for him, I’d say. Me as well.” (ASOS, Arya)

Tyrion used that ugly “smash your portcullis” metaphor just in the chapter before. That’s not subtle.

Let’s look at two angles at Sansa’s POV, keeping in mind the dreamwine. One of the biggest hints that something bad happened (or will happen) to Sansa is in a TWOW sample chapter, “Mercy”. Arya will be “raped” by a dwarf on stage, in a play that’s about the Purple Wedding. Mercy is likely to play Sansa’s character.

She had fastened the shutters back so the morning sun might wake her. But there was no sun outside the window of Mercy's little room, only a wall of shifting grey fog. The air had grown chilly... and a good thing, else she might have slept all day. It would be just like Mercy to sleep through her own rape. Gooseprickles covered her legs. Her coverlet had twisted around her like a snake. She unwound it, threw the blanket to the bare plank floor and padded naked to the window. Braavos was lost in fog. (TWOW, Mercy)

The Tyrion chapter with Shae and the dreamwine is followed directly by a Sansa chapter that opens thusly:

That was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. She had been back in Winterfell, running through the godswood with her Lady. Her father had been there, and her brothers, all of them warm and safe. If only dreaming could make it so …

She threw back the coverlets. I must be brave. Her torments would soon be ended, one way or the other. If Lady was here, I would not be afraid. Lady was dead, though; Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, her father, her mother, even Septa Mordane. All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now.

Her lord husband was not beside her, but she was used to that. (ASOS, Sansa)

If only dreaming could make everyone safe and warm.

So, why would this have happened? Because Jesus-Jon Snow Needs a Virgin Mother Mary Magdalene.

Like many other female characters, Sansa is surrounded by biblical Mary imagery. “Lys”, in fact, is French for “lily”, the virginal flower that represents the Virgin Mary and, as a city name in Essos, the den of high-end prostitutes. Look for “lys”, it’s everywhere. Madonna-Whore is one of the biggest themes in the books, right next to the light and dark messiah represented by Dany and Jon. Sansa is currently still heavy on the “Maiden” aspect, but that was going to change. But with a twist. Mary is, after all, a virgin mother.

A woman who doesn’t remember having been raped is still a virgin, yes?

Starting in Sansa’s “sweet dream” chapter, we get a barrage of pregnancy and bastard allusions all through Sansa’s arrival at the Fingers, along with lots of food symbolism. She has a fluttery “tummy”, she can’t eat. After her Escape, she arrives by ship nauseated and is offered fruit by Littlefinger. She rejects the pomegranate, i.e. marriage to Hades, she rejects the blood orange, i.e. wrathful revenge, but she chooses the pear, i.e. the virgin Mary AND child.

So, Virgin Mary and the bastard child. Or, as the world would call her: the whore.

More hints with Lysa:

As Sansa stepped back, Lady Lysa caught her wrist. “Now tell me,” she said sharply. “Are you with child? The truth now, I will know if you lie.” “No,” she said, startled by the question. “You are a woman flowered, are you not?” “Yes.” Sansa knew the truth of her flowering could not be long hidden in the Eyrie. “Tyrion didn’t … he never …” She could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks. “I am still a maid.” “Was the dwarf incapable?” “No. He was only … he was …” Kind? She could not say that, not here, not to this aunt who hated him so. “He … he had whores, my lady. He told me so.”

So Tyrion “had” a whore. And Sansa has repressed the memory, making her a maiden in her own mind. But a maiden with child.

Littlefinger would have loved it, apparently.

I always anticipated that she would beggar the realm and destroy herself, but I never expected she would do it quite so fast. It is quite vexing. I had hoped to have four or five quiet years to plant some seeds and allow some fruits to ripen, but now … it is a good thing that I thrive on chaos. (AFFC, Alayne)

Thanks for the self-insert, GRRM.

There are plenty of allusions in all the chapters to rape, protective walls (around people’s hearts) and Jon, in particular, climbing walls, pregnancy, childbirth, Trauma, etc etc etc.

Tyrion’s first chapter after their wedding opens like this:

Nothing remained beyond the King’s Gate but mud and ashes and bits of burned bone, yet already there were people living in the shadow of the city walls, and others selling fish from barrows and barrels. (ASOS, Tyrion)

To make it short: “Wall” is a code for Sansa. There are people living in the shadow of the wall after a gate was destroyed. Hmm.

His marriage was a daily agony. Sansa Stark remained a maiden, and half the castle seemed to know it. When they had saddled up this morning, he’d heard two of the stableboys sniggering behind his back. He could almost imagine that the horses were sniggering as well. He’d risked his skin to avoid the bedding ritual, hoping to preserve the privacy of his bedchamber, but that hope had been dashed quick enough. Either Sansa had been stupid enough to confide in one of her bedmaids, every one of whom was a spy for Cersei, or Varys and his little birds were to blame. (ASOS, Tyrion)

This is the only snag in the theory. Tyrion corroborates Sansa’s version of events. Or so it seems. Maybe Tyrion also misremembers. Which fits with his Tysha repression. There not being a “bloody sheet” is a mystery, though, for another day. There’s a Tyrion scene with Shae in AGOT or ACOK where he, ahem, barely manages to “storm the castle” before he finishes. It may have played like that. If it did. We don’t know.

It doesn’t matter now. But anyway.

Another hint when Catelyn arrives at the Twins for the Red Wedding, describing Lord Walder Frey:

His chair was black oak, its back carved into the semblance of two stout towers joined by an arched bridge, so massive that its embrace turned the old man into a grotesque child. There was something of the vulture about Lord Walder, and rather more of the weasel. His bald head, spotted with age, thrust out from his scrawny shoulders on a long pink neck. Loose skin dangled beneath his receding chin, his eyes were runny and clouded, and his toothless mouth moved constantly, sucking at the empty air as a babe sucks at his mother’s breast. (ASOS, Catelyn)

My suspicion on what would have eventually happened to that bastard:

What does he want me to say? “That is good to know, my lord.” He wanted something from her, but Sansa did not know what it was. He looks like a starving child, but I have no food to give him. Why won’t he leave me be? Tyrion rubbed at his scarred, scabby nose yet again, an ugly habit that drew the eye to his ugly face. “You have never asked me how Robb died, or your lady mother.” “I … would sooner not know. It would give me bad dreams.” “Then I will say no more.” “That … that’s kind of you.” “Oh, yes,” said Tyrion. “I am the very soul of kindness. And I know about bad dreams.” (ASOS, Sansa)

Children starving in the winter is something we heard from Old Nan.

“The Others,” Old Nan agreed. “Thousands and thousands of years ago, a winter fell that was cold and hard and endless beyond all memory of man. There came a night that lasted a generation, and kings shivered and died in their castles even as the swineherds in their hovels. Women smothered their children rather than see them starve, and cried, and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks.” Her voice and her needles fell silent, and she glanced up at Bran with pale, filmy eyes and asked, “So, child. This is the sort of story you like?”

I’m not sure if this would have happened, but there is plenty of precedence of decent young mothers suffering horribly: Helaena Targaryen, Elia Martell, countless unnamed civilians, even Gilly and her two rabbits that Ghost killed.

At this point, of course, it doesn’t matter because it happened differently. Since GRRM had to scrap the 5-year-gap for being unworkable, this plan had to change. Sansa has been in the Vale for way long enough to be certain that pregnancy, at least, is not a factor. This theoretical Lannister baby is a scrap in the bin.

Whether he will pick up this thread directly (by possibly even repeating it when the un-annulled marriage becomes a factor again) or transfer some of this onto Sansa’s storyline by another character, Sansa remains officially a maiden and will most probably become pregnant at some point in a way that recalls the Virgin Mary. It may straight up be Jon’s baby at this point, what with the time constraints. Not remembering is certaintly something that will come up between them. Or it may have either an uncertain or a more sinister “source”.

It’s going to be interesting!

Either way, thank you so much for the ask, it really inspired me!

#asoiaf speculation #asoiaf #sansa stark #Tyrion Lannister #rape #asks #my posts

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