THE W(HOLE) NEXT YEAR IS SOOO GOOD I LOVE YOU SM MAN

THE W(HOLE) NEXT YEAR IS SOOO GOOD I LOVE YOU SM MAN

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As logical as Tywin seems most of the time his hate for Tyrion gets him to do less logical things. Bronn was a great leader of the gold cloaks, the amount of thiefs dropped in half and Tywin solemly put someone else in his place so that Tyrion who was a great hand of the king lost in power. And he send his tribesmen away who were very loyal to Tyrion or anybody who made sure they would get them fed and weapons but he send them away because Tyrion controlled them and stripped the power of of Tyrion. Tyrion who was the only one that was smart enough for Tywin at his own war counsil and who led the defense of the city. Who sank Stannis fleet. And his hatred for Tyrion is so strong he doesn’t care about it but belittles him, instead of using his mind for his own goals.

All I want for season 8 of Game of Thrones is for Jorah to be there when Dany and Jon find out they are related.

And then notice that their family is known for marrying brother and sister.

If I had infinite money I would make a last movie for every TV Series that got cancelled with a cliffhanger. Just so that fans finally have an ending to that. No matter if I watched or liked the series, just for the fans the last thing so that they would  not have to suffer through never knowing how it would have ended.

By boyfriend who introduced me to Supernatural:

It makes sense that Lucifer is more liked than Michael in Supernatural.

People living in the basement are weird but nice, people living in the attic are just creepy.

I just realized that about 99 % of my insecuritys about my looks do not come from the media.

Becauuse I know the media is fake and I do not give a shit what the media thinks of me. I mean why would I? It’s not like the media is going to tell me, that I can’t dress that way because they don’t like it.

But rather my insecuritys come from my family. My grandmother has it with my weight and my parents have it with my the way I dress.

I had digestive problems for a while because I didn’t know about my wheat intolerance. So after every meal I was terribly bloated. And that hurt like a bitch, but the best part was my grandma asking me every single time if I was pregnant. And when she saw me before I had eaten she said I was too small, that I needed to eat more. Spo imagine getting told in the moring to eat more and getting asked after breakfast if you’re pregnant because your belly is so big, I always knew that hollywood for some fucked up reason only cast a certain type of woman with genes that made their stomachs look flat and personal trainers and make up artist and so on, so I knew it was unrealistic to look like them. i didn’t want to look like that, but getting told after every meal that I looked pregnant is something different. And she said that to me with size S for my tops, so I can’t exacly be called thick in the first place.

I am wearing my lipstick today a little different. I felt like experimenting, it looked great in the mirror. And I went to my parents and they were like: What is wrong with that? I don’t even say that when they look like shit. No my mother had dresses on that made her figure look terrible and did I say: Hey, you look so fat. No I did not, I told her- if she asked me about it, that it did not suit her well. And if she didn’t ask I didn’t say anything.

Out of everyone they are the ones who most likely criticise the way I dress or do my make up. And it’s almost always negative. And if it is not it’s an: you always dress so great. Like they did not tell me two days ago I looked hideous.

And I don’t ask for their opinion. My mother asks for mine all the time if she is unsure. But I am sure of what I wear. I dress myself, I look in the mirror I feel good looking and I meet them and they practically just look at me and if they don’t like it are like: What the hell is that. And all of that self esteem goes to shit.

One time it was terribly hot, I was wearing something short. You could not see my underwear of anything, it was certainly long enough to cover everything, because I don’t like such short clothes on myself either, but I was just leaving to go to my boyfriend to stay at his place to sit around there, where it was even hotter usually, so it wasn’t even a public place. And they told me I should’t go out like this. And they told me I looked like a streetworker.

We had 36°C in the shaddow and I was dying from the heat, my underwear didn’t show, I wasn’t even wearing a crop top. I was only gonna hang around my boyfriend anyways, so I didn’t see the problem anyways. And they literally told me, they wouldn’t let me walk around on university like that. And I was like: well I am not even going anywhere like that. And then in all her glory my mother told me she didn’t want me to get raped because of the way I dressed. I asked her if she really thought that rapists cared about their victims clothes and she said it would make a difference. And when I told her it doesn’t she ignored it and just said even if I was right she still thinks the same thing.

And well I told her about victim-blaming and she said she’d never do that. But yes, she does. And so does my father. I learned that day that my parents really think that if a woman dresses a certain way she is partially to blame for getting raped.

And the thing is: every time the talk about the way I look negativly now, I think about that. So every time me parents are like: Your lipstick is weird. You shouldn’t wear that because I don’t like it. I think about the fakt that they would blame me if I ever got raped.

If I ever have children I will not tell them what to wear just because I don’t like it. I will only tell them about their looks if they ask me. Or if they want to go out in nothing but boxershorts while it’s snowing.