Favorite Thing In Asoiaf Is That The Stark Family Tree Is Just Filled With Haters In Every Generation.

favorite thing in asoiaf is that the stark family tree is just filled with haters in every generation. theon stark brandon snow alaric stark cregan stark even ned's brother brandon and lyanna too. even the current kids jon snow robb sansa and arya all have some kendrick lamar level of beef w at least one person. brandon the builder spawned an entire genre of haters

on this tully tuesday, fuck you ryan condal, i see what you're doing. merging kermit and oscar tully and killing off their dad elmo without even naming him, you're trying to hide the muppet-naming pattern by only including the more mundane names. people may have heard of the name grover elsewhere like nonconsective us president grover cleveland, and certainly would with oscar like oscar mayar, the baloney/weiner man, but if you hear the names elmo and/or kermit you're thinking muppets right away. smdh, if you can embrace the gothic horror of harrenhal, you should be able to embrace the whimsy of grrm naming his dance-era tullys after sesame street muppets.

“Bastard.” / “Guilty. Of that, at least.”

Jon Snow  ⁠— A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin

Alys is funny as hell for constantly goading Daemon into calling himself king out loud then immediately showing up to take his kingsblood and using that as a power source to torture him again. torment nexus infinite energy hack

Rhaenyra telling Jace a joe biden story while he’s holding in the my name is paul mua’dib atreides speech so hard he’s actively having an aneurysm meanwhile her huncle is doing ayahuasca with a goth girl he met at hot topic two hours ago and the woman holding 60% of their cool points on her back has just exploded into meat chunks over southern ohio. black council in shambles this week I fear. the green council’s default state is shambles so that’s not news

When Jace calls the new riders "mongrels" and Rhaenyra just gives him that look.

Thats some good shit

you are jacaerys velaryon and before you were old enough to understand what it was, it was made clear by the way people treated you that something is wrong with you. you look wrong you and people mutter in dark corners that this is because you are wrong. you beg you mother to explain this to you. she lies. she refuses to acknowledge it out loud. you’re her heir! everything will be fine! ignore everyone saying you’re not a real targaryen! ignore your little blonde legitimate brother named aegon. (if she can’t override convention simply by naming you heir just as her father did, than her own claim is also dust.) so you do. at least you are a dragonrider that is the one thing you have going for you only real targaryens ride dragons that’s the one rule you haven’t broken by simply existing as your mother’s bastard. and then she invites dozens of bastards into your house and tells them to claim a dragon and what does that make you? what do all those ideas about targaryen exceptionalism and superiority and dragonriding you were clinging to as your only defense against illegitimacy do now?