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Sometimes her sleep was leaden and dreamless, and she woke from it more tired than when she had closed her eyes. Yet those were the best times, for when she dreamed, she dreamed of Father…Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. (Sansa VI, AGoT)
Some mornings Arya did not want to wake at all. She would huddle beneath her cloak with her eyes squeezed shut and try to will herself back to sleep. If the Hound would only have left her alone, she would have slept all day and all night. And dreamed. That was the best part, the dreaming.
She dreamed of wolves most every night.
(Arya XII, ASoS)
After Ned’s execution Sansa falls into despondency. Sansa cries for days, she doesn’t eat or bathe, she doesn’t leave her room and she even considers killing herself. Her dreams are laden with images of her father’s murder and she prefers her dreamless nights because they give her more peace than her nightmares. Lady is dead, so is Ned. The rest of her family are far away and she’s not sure what’s become of Arya. She’s trapped in a prison of grief and soon enough she’ll realise that the Red Keep is to be her new cage.
This is a contrast to Arya who, although she is also a captive, falls into a different sort of grief after the Red Wedding. She is silent, she feels empty and numb and she doesn’t want to be awake anymore. Her dreams however are filled with wolves. In her dreams she is big, strong, fast and she answers to no one. She has a big pack; a family who would never abandon her and those are really the only moments in which she doesn’t feel alone. Her wolf dreams are a source of strength and a constant reaffirmation of her identity. It doesn’t completely alleviate her emptiness but for a girl in who a big part of her story is survival in the wild, her loyal wolf pack represents that fierce and survivalist energy that she has to adapt to in order to survive.
Joffrey was dead, he was dead, he was dead, dead, dead. Why was she crying, when she wanted to dance? Were they tears of joy? … Robb had died at a wedding feast as well. It was Robb she wept for. (Sansa V, ASoS)
Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Joffrey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter? (Arya VIII, ASoS)
Conflicting feelings arise for both girls at the death of Joffery. Sansa watched him call for her father’s death after he promised her mercy and she was the main recipient of his torment and so she loathes him but she still weeps at his death. She cries because it was a horrible image, Joffery clawing at his throat and tearing at his own skin. She cries too because it also brings up memories of Robb who was also killed at a wedding.
Conversely, Arya still hates Joffery for Ned’s death and she still remembers the part he played in the death of Mycah and Lady. She too thinks she should be happy that he’s dead but in the end it rings hollow because her brother died too.
Both girls still had some naive faith that Robb would storm King’s Landing, kill the monster and that they would finally be safe and be able to go home. None of this came to be and instead Catelyn and Robb ended up in their graves killing any hope either girl had in ever being safe again. They can’t celebrate Joffery’s death because it doesn’t undo every loss and hurt he’s caused them and neither girl is able to reconcile the idea of rejoicing in the death of an enemy when Robb, Catelyn, Ned and Bran and Rickon (or so they believe) lay dead.
Swinging the doll by the legs, he knocked the top off one gatehouse tower and then the other.
It was more than Sansa could stand. “Robert, stop that.” Instead he swung the doll again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore. Suddenly she had the doll’s head, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow. (Sansa VII, ASoS)
And there was one girl who took to following her, the village elder’s daughter. She was of an age with Arya, but just a child; she cried if she skinned a knee, and carried a stupid cloth doll with her everywhere she went. The doll was made up to look like a man-at-arms, sort of, so the girl called him Ser Soldier and bragged how he kept her safe. “Go away,” Arya told her half a hundred times. “Just leave me be.” She wouldn’t, though, so finally Arya took the doll away from her, ripped it open, and pulled the rag stuffing out of its belly with a finger. “Now he really looks like a soldier!” she said, before she threw the doll in a brook. (Arya XII, ASoS)
This was particularly interesting to me because children taking out their traumas on toys is actually pretty common. Sansa who has seen her father beheaded, accidentally ripping off the head of a doll and Arya who has witnessed all the horrors of wars reenacting a soldier being disemboweled on a doll. I think it’s important to note that while they could have taken their rage out on the children themselves they hurt dolls instead, inanimate objects.
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her father’s head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them. (Sansa II, ASoS)
A whooping gang of small children went running past, chasing a rolling hoop. Arya stared at them with resentment, remembering the times she’d played at hoops with Bran and Jon and their baby brother Rickon. (Arya V, AGoT)
For Sansa, constantly subjected to torment and abuse and for Arya, starving and scared on the streets of Flea Bottom after fleeing from the Red Keep, they are reminded of the children they used to be and of the childhood they so desperately wish they could regain. From two children who have had their childhoods ripped away from them, and quite cruelly too I might add, we see some natural resentment towards children who are allowed to be just that, children.
Ser Arys offered his arm and she let him lead her from her chamber. If she must have one of the Kingsguard dogging her steps, Sansa preferred that it be him. … Arys Oakheart was courteous, and would talk to her cordially. Once he even objected when Joffrey commanded him to hit her. He did hit her in the end, but not hard as Ser Meryn or Ser Boros might have, and at least he had argued. (Sansa I, ACoK)
She bit her lip. “I—”
He slapped her.
The blow left her cheek stinging, but she knew that she had earned it. “Thank you.” Enough slaps, and she might stop chewing on her lip. (The Ugly Little Girl, ADWD)
They both internalise their abuse in different ways and either way it is very sad. With Sansa believing that Arys is not so bad because he doesn’t hit her as hard as the others. (He is. He could have refused.) And Arya deciding that she deserves to be hit (She doesn’t) in order to learn a lesson. Both reactions are very common in abuse survivors and I don’t think it can be stated enough that both girls have suffered tremendous abuse and trauma and there are actually some similarities in how they deal with the things they’ve faced.
These aren’t all their parallels by a long shot but these are the ones that I don’t see a lot of discussion about.
Arya and Sansa have a complicated relationship and a past full of bullying, resentments and disappointments. When they reunite there is going to be friction, GRRM himself said that they have issues they need to work out and while we can all be certain it won’t be the poorly written disaster that it is in the show, it certainly won’t be easy. But Sansa is still part of Arya’s pack and whatever they have to work through they need each other to succeed or as good ol’ Ned once said:
Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me. (Arya II, AGoT)
It is actually kind of cool to realize that you possess
specialty knowledge that may be of use to others. Stuff that you didn’t really
KNOW you knew, until, of course, you are reading along in a fic and something the author
describes (or the character says) brings your brain to a screeching halt. “That’s
not right – it can’t possibly happen that way…” And then you go and do actual
research to back up your gut knowledge. This little FAQ is the result of one
My dad fixed antique and classic cars for a living from 1964
– 1978, owning his own showroom for 3 years near the end of that time. Born in 1966, I grew up playing in old
cars, hiding in floorboards and exploring them to my heart’s content. Our
family car for several years was a 1966 Thunderbird, but when dad went to car
shows, we rode in whatever he wanted to show off. I’ve been in rumble seats,
hard top convertibles, cars with windshields that laid down flat, and cars with
no roof, doors, or walls of any kind. My 1st car was a fully
restored 1966 mustang. Without really realizing it, I soaked up a LOT of inherent
understandings about older cars. The information below is based in that knowledge,
backed up with some internet research.
The following is true about Baby (the character in SPN, not necessarily
the actual cars that play her):
1) Compared to most modern sedans, Baby is BIG. Like
REALLY BIG. She is 17 and ¾ feet long (5.4 meters) and 7 feet 8 inches wide (2.03
meters). Allowing for door thickness on either side and the gaps between doors
and bench seat, I’m betting the front seat is a little over 5 feet wide. Given
basic geometry and human skeletal limitations, this means it is not possible
for the passenger to have their head resting against the passenger door/window
AND place their hand on the driver’s thigh. If the passenger is in this
position, the driver can, at best, entwine
fingers with the passenger’s outstretched hand. That’s IT (even with Sam’s
monkey arms). Sitting up straight, yes. Slumped over, no. On the plus side, this is why the guys can, in fact, get some
sleep in her (and have fun in the back seat).
2) Despite how big Baby is, she is kinda short. Baby is only 54 inches
high (4’6” or 138 cm). INSIDE the car, she is slightly less than 4 feet tall
total. This means that the following actions WILL make you bump your head (or
butt or hands or feet) on the ceiling unless you are very very slow and careful:
climbing over the back seat, straddling someone’s lap, taking off your pants or
t-shirt (unless nearly lying down in the seat), and lunging across the front
bench seat to attack someone bodily. And you will look graceless doing it.
[Ahem, trust me on these, I KNOW.] Additional negative modifiers for Sam due to
Britney Spears began teaching English to Rihanna in 2005 after Spears heard Rihanna’s single Pon de Replay from her Spanish-language album Music of the Sun. Britney saw a lot of potential in the Caribbean singer’s music career and knew that the only way she could achieve global success was if she knew English. Spears’ faith was validated when Rihanna released an English-language song, titled SOS, one year after the release of Pon De Replay and it became her first #1 single on the Hot 100 chart. Rihanna completed her education under Spears in 2011 and has since made herself into one of the top-earning singers in the world. Spears and Rihanna are pictured above at Rihanna’s graduation.
“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.
Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back. [5+1 Times]
supermassive black hole by epiproctan (NC-17, 7k) Summary:Keith has always known that he wasn’t going to get what he truly wants out of the arrangement, but he also hadn’t ever imagined that it would just…end.
aka that classic fic where lance wants to stop hooking up but keith wants something else entirely [Friends with Benefits, Mutual Pining]
you never stood a chance by kagshina (PG, 12k) Summary:lance to hunk ♡ >i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent >keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said >”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS” >HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E
(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies) [College AU/Snapchat]
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (PG, 46.6k, WIP) Summary: One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.
Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.
Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.
[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)] [Soulmates and Soulmate Marks, WIP]
Save a Horse (But Also Spare the Cowboy)by Mytay (PG, 0.8k) Summary:“Keith, did you just break out your Texas for me? Did you just make a space cowboy pun for me?” “No. Also, the fact that bad jokes turn you on explains so much.” [Space Cowboys]
That was the only thought in Lance’s mind right now, as he tried to make himself comfortable on the awkward nest of blankets, pillows, and sleeping bags. This was all Pidge’s fault. They’d offhandedly mentioned something about having a sleepover party once with their friends, and Allura had immediately picked up on the idea, insisting that it’d be “an excellent team-building opportunity”. And that was how the five Paladins of Voltron and the two Alteans had ended up building a sort of fort in the bridge of the Castle of Lions, and playing the most heinous game known to mankind.
Truth or Dare. [Team Bonding]
Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia (PG, 22.4k) Summary:“This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.” Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.” Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.”
or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home. [Time Travel, Kid Fic]
dynamic by kagshina (PG, 13.5k, WIP) Summary: “So, uh,” Keith starts, and Lance notices the way he shifts, like he’s not quite sure how to say what he wants to say. “How are we gonna…do this?”
Before answering the question, Lance makes a quick list in his head of things he should never do: Ask the boy he has a huge crush on to be his fake boyfriend for the sake of proving a point (even if Lance thinks he’s going to say no, because apparently he might actually say yes!) [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]
You stole a BABY?! by genericfanatic (PG, 24.3k) Summary: The castle ship has a new stowaway, and Keith and Lance must figure out how to take care of them without alerting the rest of the crew. [Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition]
Rushing To Say Nothing by LynnLarsh (NC-17, 36.7k) Summary:“What the hell was that?” Keith says, sounding strangely pissed. Probably jealous; whatever happened, Lance is a lucky son of a bitch and Keith knows it. Coran clears his throat before answering, and when Lance finally pulls his eyes away from the crowd, that purplish blush from earlier has increased to a noticeable shade of violet across his cheeks. “It seems our boy Lance here has just been propositioned by the local brothel.”
A.k.a. That time Lance went into an alien brothel to prove a point and came out perhaps a little too enlightened.
The Little Things by fairietailed (G, 1.6k) Summary: On Friday Hunk can hear the two of them behind him as they walk to the control room, and he swears he hears something akin to a kiss, and Keith whispering.
“That’s 10-7, Cargo Pilot. Try catching up.”
When Hunk turns around Lance is bright red, and there’s a foot of space between him and Keith.Or maybe he’s imagining things? [Secret Relationship]
Marital Mayhem by genello (PG, 26k, WIP) Summary: Cornered by the Galra, Lance and Keith find shelter in a local temple. There’s just one problem—the natives seem to think the two of them are engaged. [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]
Burning Love by TeaAndKittens (NC-17, 7k, WIP) Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.
Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.
Or: Keith’s life. So Hard. [Firefighter/Yoga Instructor AU, WIP]
“Oh wait..wait, shit! Shit! Did I marry a hot babe last night? Talk about a wild birthday!” Lance crows, waving his arms with glee.
“No,” says Keith. “You married me.”
In which the paladins visit Las Vegas for Lance’s 21st birthday, Keith and Lance get married, Allura goes missing, Pidge gets arrested, and Shiro goes to the spa. [Accidentally Married in Vegas - still in universe not au! WIP]
Seven Daysby MilkTeaMiku (NR, 63.5k, Series) Summary: The Galra has a new weapon that de-ages the Paladins into babies for a week. [De-aged/Kid Fic]
Thank God For Hometowns by merycula (thanksillpass) (PG, 6.5k) Summary: Lance tells his grandparents that he has a boyfriend to get them off his back, and is forced to ask his neighbor Keith to pretend to date him when they come with a visit. [Fake Dating]
“Did god send you? Are you an angel?” Keith didn’t look very frightened as this concept of being dead worked its way out of him. Lance ran a hand through his own hair, smiling wryly.
“Please, eat the cracker, Keith.”
“What’s your name?” Keith’s voice cracked, desperately, excitedly. “Please. Who are you?”
“My name is Lance,” Lance paused, nerves sitting uncomfortably in the bottom of his stomach– deep, in the part he never searched. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m, um, I’m your fiancé.” [Amnesia]
On Thin Iceby Minadora (R, 150k, WIP) Summary: This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. [Ice Hockey/Figure Skater AU]
Gryffindor is like roaring thunder, like the powerfull wind in the treetops, like the tall and majestic mountains and like the hot sun burning down on a summerday.
Hufflepuff is like the gentle rain drizzling down on your face, like a warm crackling fire in a homely stove, like a deer walking through a meadow and like the fresh wind in Spring.
Slytherin is like the waves crushing against the stony cliffs, like the mist that collects around the rivers in deep valleys, like the deep and quiet woods and like a great lake that’s full of secrets and mystery.
Ravenclaw is like a cool rippling stream in the mountains, like the snowstorm that is raging outside, like a proud eagle sailing in the clear blue sky and like a meadow full of blooming flowers.
NGC 3132: The Eight Burst Nebula : Its the dim star, not the bright one, near the center of NGC 3132 that created this odd but beautiful planetary nebula. Nicknamed the Eight-Burst Nebula and the Southern Ring Nebula, the glowing gas originated in the outer layers of a star like our Sun. In this representative color picture, the hot blue pool of light seen surrounding this binary system is energized by the hot surface of the faint star. Although photographed to explore unusual symmetries, its the asymmetries that help make this planetary nebula so intriguing. Neither the unusual shape of the surrounding cooler shell nor the structure and placements of the cool filamentary dust lanes running across NGC 3132 are well understood. via NASA
Can you imagine what the Descendants would be like if it was retold as a Dystopian Young Adult series? It’s already halfway there honestly. I mean you have one half of the society labeled as the “heroes” who are living a life of luxury and splendor in Auradon while the other half of the society have kids carrying out their parents’ sentences on a floating dumpster island with no chance of ever escaping. And the origins of the kids would probably be a lot different because I mean do you really expect us to believe that ALL of the villains just merrily had families and settled down? Naw, the villainous teens of the Isle of the Lost would definitely have more tragic backstories.
Harry Hook: He was a Lost Boy in the beginning, had been since he was a wee lad whom Peter Pan spirited away from the hills of Glasglow. Life was a never ending adventure in Neverland. Acts of bravado intermingled with childish glee and innocence, he was invincible surrounded by his band of brothers led by their daring leader. Until the day, Peter led them into battle with the pirates. Until the day little boys were made to fight against grown bloodthirsty men and were swiftly cut down with little effort. He remembers lying there watching Peter Pan fly farther away as he bled out on the filthy deck of Captain Hook’s ship. With the taste of the sea and blood lingering in his mouth, he closes his eyes and prepares to die. Until Captain Hooks spies him in the shadows and for the first time in history, decides to spare a Lost Boy. From then on he is no longer a Lost Boy with no name, he is now Harry Hook the adopted son of Captain Hook. This boy is as dramatic and showy as his father but with the grace and agility of Peter. He is a swirling cyclone ready to wreak havoc on those who forget the weak.
(Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)
Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.
Bold italics=Ark flashback
You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.
You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.
Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.