Once you meet someone you never really forget them.

Things we know about the Mushroom War


1000 years ago there was a terrible war, and everyone was dying.

Marceline, a young half-demon, was left alone on earth.


Simon Petrikov, an antiquarian, was battling the evil of a cursed crown that had saved his life at a terrible cost. Simon met Marceline in the wasteland of earth, and they took care of each other.


The nuclear bombs came and “bathed the land in mutagenic horror”, but Simon survived because of his crown and Marceline survived either because she is a demon, or because Simon protected her.

Either way, the Lich was born out of man’s hate and desire to kill. Everything died or mutated, save for Marceline, Simon, and perhaps the few people lucky enough to get to underground bunkers.

After hundreds of years of death, mutation and suffering, the Land of Ooo came into existence.

 However, that was only in one universe.

In the universe where Finn wished the Lich “never even ever existed,” the nuclear bomb did not hit earth. Instead, Simon stopped it with his mastery over Ice.

But in order to save the world from the bomb, Simon lost his life.

This fulfilled Finn’s wish about the Lich never coming into existence, because the bomb never went off.

However, the crown wasn’t happy with a dead master, but even it couldn’t save Simon from his fate. In a rage, the crown encased the world in ice for 400 “boring” years.

“Boring years” because there was no magic, no mutant creatures, and it looked like Marceline stayed by Simon’s side the entire time. She protected the crown so no mortal would ever get their hand on it again. Marceline never became a vampire, and instead, aged alongside Simon’s dead body.

Notice how there is no gaping crater in the earth that is usually shown in the Land of Ooo universe. Perhaps this means that it is the nuclear bomb that caused the crater?

When Finn puts on the crown and causes the bomb to explode, the Lich is once again born. In a world where the lich ‘never existed’ the Lich still comes into existence, perhaps showing the inevitability of the Lich’s presence. The Lich is the living embodiment of the consequence of war.

In both universes, Marceline is left alone.

And Simon is lost.


In addition to all the other ways in which Sansa and Sandor’s interactions are just, like, PERFECT to me, I think they make for a pretty amazing site for discussion of the male gaze. When we watch a movie or read a book, we are encouraged to identify with the protagonist, to see what they see and feel what they feel. In film, especially, the camera mimics the processes of our eye as it travels over that which we view. Historically, the active viewer is associated with the masculine, while the passive, looked-upon object is termed feminine. Women’s bodies—in film, art, advertising—are simplified, objectified, and reduced to parts for the visual consumption of the male spectator. Women, of course, are also consumers of media, so the discussion gets a lot more interesting when the roles are reversed…

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Gah this scene.  This.  Scene.
I hate woobifying.  You all know that.  But you don’t even need to woobify Sandor to have your heart wrench for him in this scene.  He’s not a woobie, but he’s human, and scared of fire, and as vulnerable as any human.  And Martin uses his full name and not “The Hound”, even though this is Arya’s POV, reminding us how human Sandor is.

Oh wow, I didn’t even notice the use of his name. Now I need to re-read these chapters and note whenever a person’s name is used and when it is not. Man, I’m going to need a list of stuff to watch for next readthrough.


Yeah, this got me right in the feels too

*reads again* oh gosh and he says “please” too.  When does Sandor ever say please?  When he’s burned and scared and crying “like a baby” (I believe those were Arya’s words).

welcome to my nerd cave: A dog will die for you but never lie to you


I see this senctence as a message, as clear as that other message: Get her a dog, she’ ll be happier for it.

I didn’t get the meaning of that get her a dog whe I first read it, but later I realised what it was. Well, it was clear Sansa and Sandor would have their…

She burned too bright for this world.

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) —

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.