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Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
Loki really stole Thor’s girl, his shirts, and his entire family on the red carpet while Thor stood there watching in a naked necktie.
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
One thing that always confused me about greyscale is how contagious it actually was depending on who had it. Jorah kept his distance from Daenerys because his was the aggressive adult version ... active, still spreading, and highly contagious through touch.
Shireen, though, got it as a baby. That childhood form can be stopped early if treated quickly. Once it burns itself out, the infection dies and you’re left with the scars, but you’re no longer contagious. That’s why she spent years walking around with half her face marked and nobody treated her like a walking plague.
Same disease, different stage and different risk. The show never really spells that out clearly, which is why it feels inconsistent. Did that distinction click for anyone else, or did the lore still feel messy on rewatch?
One thing I’ve never really understood about greyscale in Game of Thrones is how contagious it actually was.
Jorah Mormont contracted it and became so worried about infecting Daenerys that he deliberately kept his distance from her.
But Shireen Baratheon spent years walking around with half her face covered in greyscale scars.
Was there a difference between their conditions, or did greyscale stop being contagious at a certain point?
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
Renly had zero claim. And he knew it. That is what makes his story so tragic.
By every law in Westeros, Stannis was the rightful heir after Robert died. Robert had no trueborn sons—Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen were Jaime Lannister’s bastards. The throne belonged strictly to the next oldest Baratheon brother: Stannis.
Renly was the younger brother. He was fourth in line at best. He had no legal right to sit on the Iron Throne.
So why did he think he could take it?
Because Renly understood the cold truth Stannis refused to see: In Westeros, law doesn’t make you king. Armies do.
Renly built an unstoppable coalition:
100,000 swords behind his banner.
House Tyrell, bringing the endless food and wealth of Highgarden.
The Stormlands, uniting the martial strength of the east.
The love of the people, fueled by his charisma, charm, and youth.
Stannis, by contrast, had 5,000 men, a red priestess, and a personality that alienated every potential ally. Stannis had the law, but nobody liked him. Renly had no right, but everybody wanted him.
As Renly bluntly put it: "Do you think your brother's claim or your own gives you the right to rule? Might makes right in this world."
He believed power was a popularity contest—and if enough lords named him king, the crown was his. He was almost right. Had he moved faster, he likely would have seized King’s Landing before Stannis even set sail.
His fatal mistake was rejecting Stannis's ultimatum.
Stannis offered a generous compromise:
1. Bend the knee.
2. Be named heir to the Iron Throne (since Stannis had no sons).
3. Keep Storm's End and sit on the Small Council.
Renly mocked him. Overconfident in his 100,000 men, he assumed Stannis was powerless. He forgot that Stannis possessed a weapon no army could block: Melisandre and her shadow magic. One tent, one shadow, and the King with the largest army in Westeros was dead before the sun rose.
The Tragic Bottom Line:
Renly and Stannis together would have crushed the Lannisters in a week. Renly had the army; Stannis had the claim. United, they were unstoppable. But Renly’s ambition and Stannis’s unbending pride destroyed them both.
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
I was sitting in a courtroom during my divorce hearing when the judge suddenly stopped reading the documents and asked my mother to stand.
I thought something had gone wrong.
My husband and I had been fighting over custody of our two children and ownership of our house.
The judge looked directly at my mother and asked whether her name was Margaret.
My mother nodded.
Then the judge asked her to explain why she had submitted a financial affidavit under a different name.
Everyone in the courtroom went silent.
I turned toward her.
She looked terrified.
I had no idea what the judge was talking about.
My attorney leaned over and whispered:
"Your mother may have something to do with your husband's financial records."
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
My brother and sister booked a care home for Dad and called a realtor about his house in the same week. I've been his full-time caregiver for four years.
Brother: It's time to sell. Dad can't manage that house.
Me: Did you ask Dad?
Sister: He doesn't understand these things anymore.
Me: He understood enough to put the house in a trust two years ago. He signed with his lawyer. You can't sell what you don't control.
Brother: You manipulated him!
Me: Ask him. He's in the next room.
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
My husband found a hotel receipt in my handbag, and the name on it belonged to his best friend.
"What's this?" David asked, holding up the receipt.
I stopped folding the laundry.
"Where did you get that?"
"Your handbag. Don't change the subject."
I stared at him.
"It's not what you think."
He laughed.
"Funny. That's exactly what people say when it is."
"David, please listen."
He placed the receipt on the table.
"Room 308. Last Friday. You told me you were visiting your sister."
I couldn't answer.
Then he asked:
"Why is Michael's name written beside yours?"
My heart started racing.
I Infected My Boyfriend With HIV… And Kept It a Secret.
I never imagined that one secret could destroy two lives.
When I met Daniel, I thought I had finally found someone I could build a future with. He loved me unconditionally, trusted me completely, and never gave me a reason to doubt his commitment.
But there was something I hadn’t told him.
I was HIV-positive.
Despite knowing my status, I struggled with the courage to have that difficult conversation. I kept postponing it, convincing myself that I would find the right moment to tell him.
Months passed. Our relationship became more serious, and marriage discussions began.
Then one afternoon, Daniel returned from the hospital with a medical report that changed everything.
He had tested positive for HIV.
He called me immediately, his voice trembling as he asked one question:
“Is there something you’ve been hiding from me?”
I froze.
For the first time, I realised that the secret I had protected for so long was about to come crashing down.
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
📺 DWAYNE JOHNSON ASKS KEVIN HART WHAT’S IT LIKE BEING 3’ 2” | THE GRAHAM NORTON SHOW
Honestly, this clip perfectly captures the surreal, hilarious, and sometimes uncomfortable reality of being famous.
Watching Jodie Whittaker, Dwayne Johnson, and Kevin Hart swap stories about being recognized in public like getting mistaken for a stranger in need or dealing with awkward bathroom encounter is pure gold.
It’s a great reminder that behind the fame, they’re just people navigating the same messy social boundaries we all deal with.
Such a relatable and entertaining watch!
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
Curled in a stark white void, Ultron’s posture reveals a profound psychological fracture. Cradling his own severed head signifies extreme dissociation and self fragmentation, showing a trapped consciousness endlessly confronting its own trauma, failure, and existential isolation.
My father admitted that he was in love with me and couldn't bear the thought of another man having me!!
Growing up, I was always my father's favourite child. He spoiled me with gifts, defended me whenever I got into trouble and made sure I never lacked anything.
My siblings often complained that he treated me differently, but I never paid attention. I enjoyed being Daddy's little princess.
However, as I grew older, his affection began taking a disturbing turn.
He didn't like seeing me spend time with my friends, questioned every person I became close to and became increasingly uncomfortable whenever I mentioned having a boyfriend.
At first, I thought he was simply being protective.
But things became worse when I got accepted into university in another state. My father strongly opposed the idea, insisting that I couldn't live away from him.
He began monitoring my movements, checking my phone and demanding to know where I was every minute.
My mother eventually confronted him, accusing him of being unnecessarily possessive.
His response shocked everyone.
He told her that nobody in the family understood the special bond he shared with me.
Then one night, I discovered something on his phone that completely changed how I saw my childhood.
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
Season 5, Episode 4 ("Sons of the Harpy") proved just how untouchable Jon Snow’s resolve really was. Melisandre came to Castle Black armed with her strongest seduction tactics and promises of power, trying to bend the newly elected Lord Commander to her will. Instead of folding, Jon hit her with "I loved another" and shut the entire play down with "You know nothing, Melisandre." Even the Red Woman’s magic couldn't compete with his loyalty to Ygritte and his duty to the Night's Watch.
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
Masturbation has nothing to do with your destiny or finances; if you'll make it in life, you will; if you won't, you won't. 😂
Don't listen to all these fake, unreligious sinners on the TL.
Chi Oma🌸 retweeted
They kept saying “just one more turn.” I stopped counting after the third time they switched.
They were best friends. Always together, always loud, always acting like nothing could phase them.
That night they proved they were full of shit.
It started as a joke.
One of them dared the other to sit on me. The other called her bluff. Next thing I knew both of them were naked, arguing over who got the first turn while I just lay there trying not to grin too hard.
The first one climbed on slow, hands on my chest, sinking down until her mouth fell open. She rode me like she was trying to prove a point, hips rolling, eyes locked on her friend the whole time. “Your turn,” she said when she started shaking. She didn’t even get off.
She just lifted up enough for the other one to slide in underneath and take over.
They kept switching. One would ride until her legs gave out, then the other would climb on and keep going.
Every time they switched they got wetter. By the fourth round neither of them could talk straight. One came so hard she squirted across my stomach. The other saw it, got competitive, and did the same two minutes later.
When they were both trembling and out of breath I told them to clean it up. They looked at each other, laughed once, then got to work. Tongues on my skin, then on each other, still breathing hard, still not done.
They stayed like that longer than they meant to. Every time one tried to pull away the other pulled her back.
I still haven’t told them I have the voice notes.
