For I Pray That God Will Digest Me

reading adwd for the first time and the lost lord is one of the most upsetting asoiaf chapters i’ve read so far. joncon’s story is essentially not his story, right. it’s the story of the son of the man he loved, and also, ultimately, a story about hiding. joncon disguises himself, and faegon, lemore and tyrion—all for a greater purpose of getting young griff onto the iron throne. but we also see how he hides things that serve no purpose at all—save keeping him from being utterly alone. joncon’s story as a gay man is hinted subtly (as most queer identities in asoiaf are) but the lost lord does not shy away from how much he loved the men he’s lost (rhaegar and myles) and how much he feels responsible for both their deaths (despite it not really being his fault at all). it’s hard for him to deal with the impotence those tragedies project into him, so he takes control back by blaming himself. he can’t control who he loves, either. that ought to be his fault, too. and now he’s sick with a thing, an evil that’ll take control of his limbs and his lungs and his heart. utter madness as the fate for someone so adamant on affirming their control. that’s brutal. that’s insane.

first base: psychosexual obsession

it does suck that the government defunded PBS but it's also so fucking funny that now that they don't take uncle sam's slavery dollars they're running videos like "How america's foundation was built on genocide"

tomorrow is a new day and we’ll approach it together