Jonsa fans write 1000+ post of all the foreshadowing of Jonsa.
Jon and Sansa are structured in the story as the romantic leads respectively. Even Sansa antis have admitted the extreme parallels between Jon and “Alayne”. Jon Snow literally has dreams about burning people and thinks it's the most vile thing possible. Sansa wished/prayed for a strong knight to kill Janos Slynt, and Jon’s the one to do it. Jon dies trying to save who he thinks is Arya Stark.
No I don't care about your wolf howl, your blue rose or your Targaryen restoration.
I have a dream …
… that every RACIST female descendant of a slave-owner is BLACK BRED and that she becomes black exclusive.
… that every RACIST boy descendant of a slave-owner is BLACK CUCKOLDED and his woman BLACK BRED and black exclusive.
I love knowing there’s a man out there who I will belong to for eternity.
Not just as his wife and the mother of his children, but that I’ll be an old woman surrounded by grandchildren who all have my eyes and his smile. Their features will be our features, woven together and passed down. Will my big, dark eyes one day be remembered as a trait of my husband’s family, instead of mine or my mother’s?
When I die, everyone will remember me as a wife and mother. The wife of my husband. Mrs. John Smith or whoever. Mama. Nana. Those who remember me will seldom call me by name. What was it again? I hadn’t had a license since my youngest got his permit because my husband and I agreed the only point of me driving was to drive the children where they needed to go while my husband was at work. The night he cut up my license was confirmation of what I’d always known: there’s no view better than the one I have when I’m by my husband’s side.
When my children look through boxes of paperwork, they’ll see I was never on the title to the house or car, nor were any of the bank accounts in my name. All my letters were addressed to and signed as Mrs. John Smith, Mama, and Nana. I’ll have led such a domestic life that my children will have to look as far back as my marriage license to learn my maiden name. They’ll struggle to imagine me as a young woman with that name, ultimately deciding that it doesn’t fit. Nobody can imagine me as anyone other than Mrs. Smith, that old broad with the big family.
My obituary will spend longer listing the names of my innumerable children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren than it will list any work or academic achievements. An angry feminist will read my obituary and fume over how my family described my only hobby or passion as homemaking, not realizing how blessed I was to be consumed entirely by my love.
I’ll be buried wearing a locket with pictures of my husband and family. My headstone will read our surname in big letters, with John’s name and dates of birth and death etched just above where His Wife and my dates are etched.
Generations later, one of our descendants will construct a family tree and find it strange how the only name one of their grandmothers from the 2020s has is recorded as “Mrs.” Hadn’t women had equal rights by then? All the other women from before and after that time have their full names recorded. They’ll visit my grave and find a weathered stone still remembering me for who I was. His Wife. Old photographs don’t help much, either. My children went through and labeled them with me in my final years. I’m Nana Smith or Mama.
As our descendant saves my name on their family tree is “Mrs. John Smith,” I will peacefully rest knowing I served my husband and family as well as I could.
I am so incredibly blessed in this life, I am pregnant with baby #5 ❤️😭 I took a test on April 17 at my husbands request and it was positive. I have cried every single day since lol I am just so excited and so so thankful I’m pregnant again. Here goes another 9 months and more craziness to add to the family💕💕💕
love watching period movies where the english shit talk the french and think they're immeasurably hotter shit. like if the topic of discussion is which indistinguishable in the ways that matter aristrocratic colonial empire is the best at the elitism game, maybe start with acknowledging france has an actual sun and better food and incredible fashion, those being the whole substance of the Period Drama discourse and the only concerns of the nobility and landed gentry. how are you gonna live your life obsessed with balls and hunts and estates and connections and still diss the one shit country that was doing it so much better than you just because they allowed themselves to laugh out loud and have facial expressions lol
Just hopping on here for a quick update, due date is 11 days away. I’m 2cm dilated, my back is aching and I’ve been contracting off and on.. babygirl will be here soon💜🩷 I am so excited to birth my 4th baby, my excitement for labor and delivery gets more intense with every pregnancy🩷