ASOIAF University: some academic papers about the asoiaf series
we’ve got our meta on tumblr so i wondered about actual academic papers published online. i always thought that our own meta posts are basically raw versions of literary analyses done by scholars. so it’s interesting to see that what we write about here on a daily basis is…
In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.
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hello yes, 911 send me an aMBULANCE
OH BOY, WHAT A FUN WEDDING! THOSE FREY’S SURE KNOW HOW TO PARTY. CANT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK! x
thank god tumblr added this new feature where you can email your posts to other people. it was really smart of them to add this right as email really starts taking off.
“Lady and I will eat all the lemon cakes and just have the best time without you”
A Game of Thrones, Sansa I
“Sansa was so stuffed that she could not manage more than two little lemon cakes, as much as she loved them.”
A Game of Thrones, Sansa II
“Sansa did not like being interrupted, but she had to admit, lemon cakes sounded more interesting than most of what had gone on in the throne room.”
A Game of Thrones, Sansa III
“‘Lemon cakes are my favorite,’ Sansa admitted.”
A Storm of Swords, Sansa I
“Lady Catelyn had said that Sansa was a gentle soul who loved lemon cakes, silken gowns, and songs of chivalry…”
A Feast for Crows, Brienne I
Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
(The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
(The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”
