#rice dramatically

If I had to describe "dramatic rice" in only two words, my dear anon, it would be PEAK COMEDY 😂.

Now, long story short ( or at least I'll try), in October 2017 a supposed Spanish journalist published an "interview" with GRRM in their own blog, letting out, among other pearls of wisdom, that Jonsa was a delusional idea that would never ever happen, because Jon and D a n y were the ship to end all ships, sooo in love. Aegony fans took all this as gospel, so they bragged and gloated over it, laughing at our "crackship"

It ended up being a fake interview made up by a fake journalist, a person who apparently had not a very good reputation within the ASOIAF community in Spain.

So....the "interview" was in Spanish, and at some point it said "ríe dramáticamente" (which translates as "laughs dramatically"). I can't remember whether there was a typo in the original text or Google translator was just shitty, but in the English translation of the piece a new phrase was born.....RICE DRAMATICALLY. 🙌🏻

We Jonsas were the ones that laughed last and best, mocking Aegony gullibility, enjoying jokes and memes and amazing drawings for days. Good times 😁😁

J*nerys-stans and co were so desperate to discredit us “delusional crackshippers” that they took some random interview on some random blog with  zero credentials, something that seemed fishy to anyone who took 5 minutes to clearly think about it, but instead they just swallowed it like a bowl of dramatic rice, because they were so excited about proving that other people are “delusional” and I just can’t. This morning there were dozens of posts celebrating that the “delusional jonsa stans will finally shut up about their delusional crack ship” and now they’re the ones whining about being called delusional and how unfair and inappropriate that is and, fuck, payback’s a bitch. Like, you gotta appreciate the fucking irony of the situation.

Don’t bother yourself with this ‘freefolk‘ reddit, I see people do this again and again. The entire reason it was created, was so people could post without any kind of moderation for behavior. Ostensibly, it was to discuss leaks, but its MAIN function now, is to house people too salty to post in the more popular reddits, without getting in trouble. Here are good alternatives:

https://www.reddit.com/r/asoiaf/ This is the book reddit. This is the best place to post complicated theories, metas. These are the people who figured out R+L=J. There have been jonsa metas with a thousand up-votes here in the past

https://www.reddit.com/r/gameofthrones, the show’s reddit. This is a good place for fanart

https://www.reddit.com/r/aSongOfMemesAndRage/ The memes reddit. A good place to rice dramatically!

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Jon does so, pulling Sansa close. As people start clearing their throats, he realizes his kiss might be a little too enthusiastic for church, but he can’t let the blush appearing on his cheeks bother him.

For the longest time he didn’t dare dreaming about this, and even now it doesn’t feel quite real yet. Sansa looks radiant, face glowing, her fiery hair pinned up in soft braids and her wedding dress clinging to her figure and then flaring out at the hips, the skirts floating around her in an ethereal cloud.

There are tears in her eyes and he brushes one that’s escaped away with his thumb. “Hey, don’t ruin your make-up before picture time, Mrs. Snow,” he teases her.

“It’s waterproof!” she points out, rolling her eyes, lightly swatting his arm before pressing a quick peck to his lips. He can feel her smile into the kiss and chases her as she tries to pull away.

The church has cleared by then, all the guests having moved outside to wait for them to walk out as husband and wife and to offer their congratulations.

Part of him wants to stay inside, make them wait a little longer, so he can draw out this moment where it’s just the two of them a little longer. But he’s also eager to show the world that this amazing, beautiful woman is his now.

He takes her hand, giving it a light squeeze before turning to the doors. Reaching them is more difficult than it should be, with the way he can hardly keep his eyes off her, but eventually they do and step out into the bright sunlight.

Immediately they’re assaulted by a chorus of cheers and whoops, accompanied by loud applause and an onslaught of soft, small kernels raining down on them. 

Startled, Jon jerks his head away. Sansa tries to shield herself with her bouquet, chuckling in surprise.

The people closest to the doors keep throwing rice at them in dramatic gestures. He recognizes Robb and Arya and Bran and Rickon, but also Sam, Pyp, Grenn and Satin.

“It was your Aunt Dany’s idea!” Arya guffaws.

Sansa faces him and almost chokes on a chortle. “Jon, your hair!”

He groans as he tries to imagine what his curls must look like, dusted with kernels of rice, and how he’s going to get it all out.