In Defense Of Rhaegar Targaryen

In Defense of Rhaegar Targaryen

I see a lot of people shitting on Rhaegar Targaryen right now, when the truth is we don’t have all of the facts. Yes he did annul his marriage to Elia Martell but you know what that actually does happen in real life. Rhaegar obviously didn’t love Elia Martell and didn’t want to be married to her. Does that make him the monster everyone thinks he is? No it doesn’t. Nowhere has it been indicated that he disowned his children by her. It could very well be that he acknowledged and legitimized them and stuck them in the line of succession behind Jon. I am sick and tired of people demonizing Rhaegar because he left poor innocent Elia. Guess what Elia wasn’t a stupid naive girl, She wasn’t Sansa when she first got to King’s Landing, she was a Viper, a Martell of Dorne. What happened to her and her children was awful but it was done by the Lannisters not Rhaeger, Also all this BS that Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna Stark. You’re kidding me right? Lyanna has been compared to Arya, do you really see Arya doing something she doesn’t want to do? Do you see here not finding a way to escape if she wanted to leave? No. Me either. Besides Robert Baratheon who had a chip on his shoulder about Rhaegar and Bran and Sansa who don’t know the whole story, no one and I mean no one supports the theory that Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna. Not Oberyn “Beautiful Noble Rhaegar Targaryen LEFT her for another woman” Martell, Not Barristan “Rhaegar never Liked killing” Selmy. Not even Littlefinger who side-eyed the fuck out of Sansa when she touted the kidnap and raped propaganda about. There is literally no evidence that Lyanna and Rhaegar weren’t in love and that they don’t run away together. Now that doesn’t mean he didn’t make some stupid decisions cause he sure as fuck did. He should have seen the repercussions that just running away and eloping together would have caused. But much like his son Jon, Rhaegar cannot sometimes see the forrest for the trees when he is focused on a particular thing. I.e. Jon’s ides of Marchesque stabbing and Robert’s Rebellion. So if everyone could please think about the whole picture when they say that Elia deserved better and keep in mind that a man who was in love and wanted the best possible life for his unborn child deserved better too.

"Standards: A Slam Poem"

“Standards: A Slam Poem” In third grade I sat wondering, “Aren’t your parents supposed to love you?” After yelling at me for receiving a 99%, I sat heartbrokenly crying at the piano, incoherently sobbing while you just sat right next me engrossed in your own little world staring at a computer screen, not noticing your sobbing daughter. Your daughter. The one you call stupid selfish greedy idiotic senseless worthless and every other insult you can possibly muster from that pea sized brain of yours. You have a PhD, not an understanding of human emotion or limitation. You set standards so high that they are more than impossible to reach. Every time I get even remotely close those expectations are heightened beyond belief. It feels like I’m in a desert and finally achieving your expectations is just a mirage. I climb life like a rope hoping to see that bell but it just keeps fading, climbing twice as fast. I’m overwhelmed, stressed, and unhappy. I can’t recall the last time I have been happy, if I’ve ever known what that feels like to begin with. I do not know the feeling of feeling appreciation. I do not recall that last time you expressed pride in me because it has never happened. A few words can send me flying teetering free-falling off of the edge holding in tears while you sit by completely unaware. After spending hours pouring over a thirteen page essay I’ve asked you to read multiple times, you finally did so when I got the grade back… three months later. Shocked, you said, “This is actually good.” “Actually?” Hours upon hours poured into an assignment that some people failed, returning home with a 98%. But even so you looked at the rubric and told me, “2.5 out of 3 for this section? This is unacceptable” There were 150 points possible by the way. Are you asking me to achieve perfection? The impossibility of flawlessness? I don’t know what to say I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to give I don’t know how to try. Even as I tell myself not to, I succumb to what you want. I stretch myself thin worry myself to an early grave and I am weak. I am weak in the fact that I give in. I am weak in the fact that despite my straining vocal cords and my pulled taut muscles I am your slave, your doll. I look at my reflection in the mirror and tell myself that I am strong, but I still bend to your will. You’re living vicariously through me, forcing me to do and accomplish all that you had failed to do in your youth. You feel revived in me making a carbon copy of yourself and thinking that you are making a great contribution to the world. What you have yet to realize is that I will never be like you. When I see traces of you in me, I think of myself as nothing but a monster. You have allowed me, forced me to let letters and numbers define me. You say that you do absolutely everything for me but you only truly care for yourself. I’m barely clinging onto life here on my side of things and yet you still push. You push and push and force. Every time I attempt to bring up your faults, you turn them back onto me. Yet when you complain about my faults, you fail to realize that they are yours too. For a one that claims to know science, you don’t seem to understand simple genetics. Maybe you gave me my skills for acting. I fake like no other, constantly living a play. With a mask of content on my face and a smile plastered to my lips, I wipe away my sadness and I diminish the darkness in my eyes. I act around you and I fool you all… I’m almost good enough to fool myself into believing that I am happy, that I am satisfied with my life. The one person the one friend that understood what I’m going through has found her happiness leaving me lonelier than before which I never thought possible. Surrounded by people everywhere we go and yet I am so isolated and so closed off from the world. Am I shutting myself in, or are you shutting me out? I for one do know that you would love it if I stayed home every day holed up in my room, studying. After all, Harvard is for those who strive hard enough. Harvard! Harvard is a dream you built for me forced onto me, and yet if I bring it up, you say, “As if someone like you can get into Harvard.” Ever since I was two, you have pummeled drummed into my head that I am to go to Harvard and make the family proud. Yet here you are crushing under your foot a dream that I am not even sure that I want. This is because I don’t know what I want! How can I know what I want when I don’t even know who I am? I have no clue who I am. You have made me play pretend for so long that I no longer remember the girl I used to be, if I were any different before to begin with. I aimlessly wander about, unsure of every decision I make unsure of every action I execute. Congratulations on making me second guess myself and regret my life. Good job making your daughter a numb brainless drone. Your standards your expectations are like shackles, weighing me down and chaining me to a life I no longer wish to live. Every fiber of my being is shrieking at myself, scolding myself, telling myself to not give in to your standards. Tonight, as well as all of the others, I shall cry myself to sleep. I will mourn for the girl that grew up too fast, that lost herself before she found herself. Yet tomorrow morning and with every other passing day, I will be back to the automaton, living for you, but not for me.

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shipping-my-otps

6 years ago

madi x jordan meeting

Madi: Who are you?

Jordan Jasper Green: Your… brother? Cousin? Look, I don’t know it’s complicated.

~some time later~

Jordan: So um my parents wanted me to kind of get your parents together?

Madi: Perfect. I have a few ideas. *pulls out a giant 3 ring binder with 300 pages of notes*

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shipping-my-otps

8 years ago

defining heartless (o.q)

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shipping-my-otps

10 years ago

Thank you! Its in words!

http://apophisoffandoms.tumblr.com/post/99981238132/someone-asked-me-the-other-day-why-people-make

Someone asked me the other day why people make such deep connections to TV shows or books movies. And I didn’t really have a good answer until now. I think that its because they are our escape, they motivate us, and they give us something to believe in.

Another reason I came up with is that...

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