Red flushing upper chest

Any Advice on Judging Thymus Involvement?

2024.05.19 15:21 Aggravating-Yam-9353 Any Advice on Judging Thymus Involvement?

Hi there,
I have been negative for ACh and MuSK, waiting on LRP4 and sfEMG. I want to establish whether I should ask for thymus testing/chest scan. So I would love advice on what is related to thymus symptoms and what is not. What I dont want to even bring it up if it might not be warranted, and get even more gas-lighting from the Neurologist. It's taken long enough for them to follow through on the main MG testing. But because it's taken 18 months already, I am so tired of waiting and not knowing. And he is never going to suggest it himself. So, any help greatly welcomed. TIA.
Questions: Do any of the symptoms below seem related to an enlarged thymus, connected to MG? Or - what would I look out for? Which ones would be clear cut to bring to the doctors attention, versus which ones are more ambiguous?
My only chest-related symptoms are: night sweats about 3 nights per week, from only the middle of the chest and scalp. Mid/upper chest is typically very hot and can run a temperature on its own, even when rest of body is cold. The MG-like symptoms I have are all over the body and I won't list them all here. But there is increasing involvement of the neck and throat, which is seems can sometimes relate to thymus issues, but sometimes not. So here they are: Swallowing, choking, chewing. Excessive throat clearing, horse voice, choking on saliva. The neck seems weak on one side and will droop forward on that side now, if im not paying attention and supporting it after sitting for a while. When its bad, the jawline/top of neck/base of cheek swells out, not enough that someone who didn't know me would notice. but enough for those who do. These all fluctuate throughout the day and from day to day, and depend on exertion and weakness. Except they do have the pattern of generally being worse nearer the end of the day.
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2024.05.19 15:20 External_Eye_7764 Have you ever experienced physical anxiety that doesn’t match how you feel on the inside?

At the slightest feeling of discomfort or worry, my neck and chest break out in deep red, itchy blotches. I feel like when I get social anxiety or stage fright, I’m more worried about how I’ll present physically rather than thinking that I’m inadequate or not up to the task overall. I also get physically shaky, and have a hard time breathing.
I can also break out in red blotches from the excitement or anticipating going out to dinner. I don’t mind getting all red and itchy in front of my loved ones or close friends, but it’s very weird to explain to other people. I’ve had strangers get extremely concerned that I’m having a massive allergic reaction and I just awkwardly say “oh don’t worry about it, happens all the time!”.
Anyone else had this happen to them?
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2024.05.19 15:17 Bitter_Attention_287 Six months in still stuck at 15kg Chest Press and 25kg Lat Pull-Down, Help!!!

It's been six months, I went to the gym 3-4 times/week, yet I'm still stuck at 15kg for chest presses and 25kg for lat pull-downs. No matter what I try, I just can’t manage to increase the weight for my upper body workouts. I even attempted to add 5kg to both my chest press and lat pull-down, but I just don’t have the strength to complete a single set!
Meanwhile all my leg-focused exercises have easily surpassed 60kg. I'm puzzled about why my upper body isn’t responding the same way.
Any ideas on what I can do to improve? Thanks 🙏
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2024.05.19 14:48 Martsigras Intermittent tight pain in my upper chest on the left - ECG confirmed not to be heart related

Some background here. I broke a rib 10 years ago, never went to a doctor about it because with ribs they typically just leave it to fix itself and I had no issues
Fast forward to 2 years ago and I started getting sharp pains around my floating rib. I would get this when pressure was applied but also if I moved in certain ways. I went to get myself checked multiple times and had x-ray and CT scan done but they found no issues with my ribs and could see no cause for this pain
I decided to just live with it and it has pretty much stopped with the very occasional twinge
Fast forward to 3 months ago and I started getting chest pains again. I assumed it was all the same and ignored it. It was infrequent, maybe twice a day. The only difference was it seemed to have nothing to do with pressure being applied
Yesterday morning I started getting quite a bit more pain, and it was localised in the upper left part of my chest. I got very worried and called 111. I was told to go to emergency care and get myself checked. I had an ECG done and it was clear, nothing wrong with my heart. I saw a GP also who listened to my chest and he could think of no explanation
My wife is of the opinion it's gas. It's possible but not very common to get gas pains in your chest which mimic what you would expect from heart trouble. I ran this past the GP and he was uncomittal saying it could be anything and that I just need to be vigilant, come and get checked again if this continues or gets worse.
Yesterday evening my chest was fine but again this morning it was a bit like yesterday, but not as bad
So my question to you is:
have any of you experienced gas pain which could be mistaken for cardiac issues. Could that be what I am experiencing or do you have any other theories?
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2024.05.19 14:48 VermicelliCheap2282 Has anyone had this histamine lab done?? I’m just confused…

Soo basically haha…I had this lab done, Histamine Determination (Whole Blood). My results were 161 ng/mL, which is determined as abnormally high.
I have read LabCorps description on why this test is used and have read a few other things, but not really getting an answer on what or where or who to see next OR if this is something I should be concerned about??
I had done this test mid morning to early afternoon. I had only had water so far that day so there really isn’t anything that I feel would have triggered my histamine that high? BUT the reason that lab was done was because I constantly feel like my body is in fight or flight and I’m always getting intense facial, neck, chest and upper arm flushing.
I did go see an allergist…he was useless, honestly.
So, has anyone had this Histamine Determination, (Whole Blood) test done before?? And what came about it?
Thank you!!
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2024.05.19 14:44 RainInMyBr4in The murder of Raonaid Murray

Raonaid Murray was a 17 year old Irish teenager who was violently murdered on the morning of September 4th 1999. Despite extensive investigation and appeals, her murder has never been solved and the murder weapon has never been found.
Raonaid Murray was born on January 6 1982 to parents Jim and Deirdre Murray. She also had two older siblings, a sister, Sarah and a brother, Daniel. She had attended St Joseph of Cluny secondary school in Killiney where she was a high achiever. She completed her leaving certification exams in 1999. After she had completed school, she went on to work part time in a fashion boutique in the town of Dún Laoghaire in Dublin. However, she intended to re-sit her leaving certification at the Institute of Education and hoped she would be able to attend the arts faculty in University College Dublin after completion. Her family stated that she liked reading and poetry and had expressed hopes that she might one day be a successful writer. Her friends fondly remembered her for always wearing bright colours, her optimistic attitude and her commitment to an active social life.
On the evening of September 3rd, Raonaid spent time socialising in Scott's pub in the town of Dún Laoghaire. She had finished her shift at the boutique at around 9:40pm and was excited to socialise. CCTV footage shows her leaving the shopping centre carrying a bag and walking with a friend. However, this would be the last time that she would be seen alive. At around 11:20pm, Raonaid left the pub so she could go home and change as she had purchased a new outfit that day and wanted to wear it out. She had planned to meet her friends again at the paparazzi nightclub in town. The walk home should only have taken her 15-20 minutes but she never made it. Approximately 20 minutes after she left the pub, an eyewitness claimed they saw her arguing with a young man on the Glenageary upper road. She then crossed over to Silchester Road and entered the laneway that would take her to her home in Silchester Park. Almost immediately after this, a female voice was heard from the alley saying something like "Leave me alone" or "Get away" followed by "Fuck off". A loud woman's scream was then heard, followed by silence. One of Raonaid's friends, concerned as to how long she was taking, called her house phone but when her father Jim answered, the friend quicky hung up.
Early on the morning of September 4th, at around 12:30am, Raonaid's sister and her friends found her body lying in the alleyway, 500 yards from her front door. She was still clutching her shopping bag that contained her new outfit. A Garda investigation would later reveal that she had been stabbed 30 times although many of the stab wounds hadn't managed to pierce her clothing. She had also managed to stagger 200 yards from where she was attacked to where she was found, this was determined by the blood trail. Gardaí strongly suspected that the perpetrator was someone she knew based on the extremely frenzied nature of the attack which could suggest a personal grudge. Raonaid had a deep wound to her chest, abdomen, right arm and a fatal wound to her left armpit. In addition, she had not been sexually assaulted and nothing had been stolen.
A large scale investigation was launched and over 100 Gardaí were assigned to the case but despite extensive interviews and searches, no motive was uncovered and the murder weapon was never found. Garda believe the blade used was probably a kitchen knife which further supported the theory that this was a crime of passion. By 2008, 8000 people had been interviewed, 3000 statements had been taken and 12 arrests were made. Despite this, no primary suspect has ever been identified and the investigation has effectively gone cold. A few months after her death, her gravestone was desecrated by an unknown individual/individuals which Garda believe could be people involved in her murder. A more recent review of the original investigation showed that Gardaí had botched the case from the start as they seemed to be waiting for a killer to simply present themselves. When this didn't happen, they ignored important clues, misinterpreted evidence, failed to carry out proper searches, and ignored their own procedures. According to one of the officers who reviewed the case, "It was nothing short of a shambles. They were convinced someone would present themselves or some family would contact them to say someone came home covered in blood. When this didn’t happen, the investigation just went nowhere".
In 2010, with the advancement of forensic technology, DNA was successfully removed from under Raonaid's nails. Curiously, when tested, it showed that the material belonged to a woman and it was confirmed that it did not belong to anyone known to her. This knowledge changed the line of thinking considerably as prior to this, the Garda had been adamantly searching for a male. It was theorised that if the attacker was a woman, it would explain why many of the stab wounds were weak and didn't pierce her clothing. In addition, a young woman was allegedly seen walking quickly away from the area shortly after the murder. Despite this renewed line of thinking, the investigation has remained cold with no new leads.
It's been 24 years since Raonaid was murdered in cold blood and nobody has been charged for this heinous crime and her family have still received no justice. Despite the offer of a €190,000 reward, the family and Garda have been met with silence. The investigation continues and renewed appeals for information have been made but to date, the case remains unsolved.
Sources: https://www.rte.ie/news/2016/0903/813922-raonaid-murray/
https://m.independent.ie/regionals/herald/female-dna-found-under-raonaids-nails/27938356.html
https://www.thetimes.co.uk/travel/destinations/europe-travel/ireland/the-mystery-of-south-dublin-schoolgirl-raonaid-murrays-unsolved-murder-9fpdwznbq
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Raonaid_Murray#:~:text=Raonaid%20Murray%20(6%20January%201982,this%20murder%20case%20remains%20unsolved.
https://www.chillingcrimes.com/blogs/news/raonaid-murray
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2024.05.19 14:25 Themasterofcomedy209 Missing patch of feathers

Missing patch of feathers
This is the pibblet I rescued about a month ago who was in bad shape. He’s been doing well and has free rein around my apartment during the day.
Today I noticed this patch of missing feathers on his chest. I’ve never noticed this before, since when his feathers are normal this patch is unable to be seen. It’s only in floofed loaf mode can you see it. He also floofed yesterday and the spot was noticeable but not as many feathers were missing, the second photo is from then.
I’m not sure if this is molting since he’s still pretty young? He only stopped squeaking last week. I’ve cared for rescue pidges before and seen plenty of molting, but what’s odd to me is the redness of the skin there. It looks worse in the photo, in real life it doesn’t look bloody, more like the colour of a rash on human skin.
I’ve also picked him up and gently stroked the area but he doesn’t seem to care, so I don’t think it’s causing pain.
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2024.05.19 14:05 EverhardWriting The Red Button

I still remember my first day at the company. Roger, my boss, appointed me to my office in person, where he explained my tasks to me. They were pretty simple, all I had to do was order some files, print more files and order them too, fix the mistakes my colleagues made and under no circumstances should I ever press the bright red button right in the middle of my desk. Easy, I thought, how hard could it be?
Very hard. It was one of the worst jobs I ever slaved away at, which is why I felt relieved when Roger called me to his office after work yesterday. I had been waiting for a promotion for the past five years, and it seemed like yesterday it would finally be time for me to climb the corporate ladder. That day, I entered the building with my head held high, I hadn’t been this confident since 2013. My heart beat like crazy as I entered Roger’s office.
With a serious tone, he said, “take a seat, Jefferson.”
Taken aback by his stern look, I sat down on the chair in front of me. Before I could open my mouth to ask why he called me in today, he had already begun speaking again. The words that came out of his mouth were not what I expected at all.
“Randy, you’re fired. You have until tomorrow to pack your stuff and leave.”
I tried asking him what this was all about, but Roger refused to elaborate. I left his office like a puppy that had just been scolded. My disappointment was immeasurable and my day was ruined. My boss didn’t even bother explaining the reason I was laid off, which pissed me off greatly. That evening, I left the office with the worst mood I ever had.
This brings me to today, the last day I will ever see the desk I had grown to love/hate over the years. As I looked at it one last time, my mind was flushed with fond and not so fond memories of my time spent working here. I smiled when I glanced at the little bobblehead dog in the corner of my desk and cringed a little when I saw the dozens of folders I had yet to classify (before I got fired). But the thing that made me think the most was the red button, still sitting there, smack dab in the middle of my desk. Why would they even place such a thing on an office desk, let alone in the middle? The thing had annoyed me as long as I worked here, but I was never able to do anything about it. All I had to do was accept its existence and leave it alone, or as Roger once said:
“Never, under no circumstances at all, should you press this button. Never. Do you understand?”
As I remembered his words, I remembered the night I spent wondering what the button did, why I couldn’t press it and why they would put such an important button on a random dude’s desk. As long as I worked here, I was never allowed to touch it or even look at it for too long. But I didn’t work here anymore, so it was finally time, I would finally press the button!
*click*
Nothing happened. The button didn't do anything. All those years I spent safeguarding the button and wondering about its function were for naught. Disappointed, I took my stuff and walked towards the elevator. That’s when the entire building exploded.
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2024.05.19 13:45 SaviodaVinci Some general question for owning a GeoTracker

Hey
So I'm considering buying a Geotracker (The goal is automatic 2 door w/ soft top, though I am having someone teaching me manual just in case). My current car is just constantly having issues, but since my dream car has always been a Geotracker (My mom owned one when I was younger and I fell in love with it), I figured I'd start looking around, though I do have some questions.
Honestly would be fine with a fixer-upper, but I just don't want to try and buy a geotracker without enough knowledge to make an informed choice, so thank you all for any information yall have!
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2024.05.19 13:33 CodeTailor I 30M met a 30F on dating app. Red flags and pregnancy scare... or am I being paranoid?

I met a girl on dating app in the city.
When I ask her out on first date on dating app, she said "no lets wait until we are ready" because she somehow sense I'm not excited enough to ask her out. I explain that I am and we make plans. She asks for my full name and for me to send her more photos.
I thought first date went well and was fun, aside from a couple of odd points like she says she is a risk taker and insists on asking me about past relationship. She also seemed interested in my job and about finances, maybe she has impression that I am rich.
She is only in the country for work, she is from asia. I think she wants to stay. Her profile says she wants kids.
When we are texting after first date, I say and enjoy it and she says she didn't think I was interested because I didn't split bill, I didn't smile a lot. I explained that's just how I am actually really enjoyed seeing her. She seemed to be ok after I explain it. We plan the second date.
The night before second date, in text I said see you tomorrow, she said can we do 2pm, I said "as you wish". She accused me of not having genuine desire for the date. She says she has limited free time and only want to see people who really care about her. Then she text let's not meet up. I actually was really excited to see her at this point and I was shocked, so I call her and try to explain myself, she said she appreciates my effort with communication and we go on the second date. I feel it's little manipulative to say let's not meet up and then want to meet up with me after talking
I think it's odd she expects me to desire her so much.
On the second date. We get food and I thought it was going well again. Conversation was more light and fun. However, she tells me at some point that she expects a lot from guy in relationship because she is arrogant and was spoiled by her previous boyfriends. OK, little red flag.
We go back to my place. Were sitting and talking, she begins asking vague qualifying questions to me like:
Can you change for me? I want someone who will put me above their career, move locations for me, etc
I want to share everything, some people want partnership, I don't want that. Some people sign papers before marriage, I don't want that. (she was talking about prenup)
She seemed to be asking like how much I would be willing to do for her in a very vague way. She asked other questions along these same lines for like 20 minutes. It was weirdly demanding for a second date situation, and when she was done she asked if she should leave. I guess almost expecting me to say yes? but I said no.
Then we had sex. After sex, I go to the bathroom. I fill the condom with water from the sink to check for leak. Then I drop it in the toilet. I forget to flush it, then I exit and she goes into the bathroom. She takes a while in there. I was worried because I forgot to flush it.
After that, we cuddle for 15 minutes. I drop some jokes and she after each one she hits or slaps me. Like with some actual force, but she doesn't realize it hurts me and is not gentle. Hit me in the neck while we were cuddling. I tell her it bothers me and she shouldn't do that. She does it again like 5 minutes later, says it will take time for her to change that. I thought that's another bit of a red flag. Then she says she should be going because she has to do some work.
She wants to take a photo together before she leaves, i agree.
I am really confused by the whole thing. I don't feel like I can trust her. Seems like she is asking permission to ruin my life with her questioning. I worried she used condom in toilet to try to get pregnant. Super worried.
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2024.05.19 13:30 LanesGrandma I think he can BE the door.

I started work at ShawbRyt a week ago and am already Team Lead for Night Collections, the first female Team Lead for this district. Name’s Charley. Wish I could say what we collect for but I don’t care so I never asked. All I know is, my team only accepts cash. No debit, no credit, no cheques, no body parts, just paper cash issued by our government. And we get a lot of it, every day, brought in by muscular people who I think got it from other people. That’s all I know. But that amount of cash means someone from the team has to make a bank deposit at the end of every shift.
Today (well, tonight really, since it’s night shift) the district manager told me to take Kedgewick with me when I go to the bank. That way I wouldn’t be the only one on the Team that knows how to make the deposit and so that I’m not going alone. That isn’t him being sexist. The previous Team Lead was a guy and he disappeared while doing a night deposit so I guess it’s good for business. Even if it isn’t good for business, I don’t care. Not my business.
Kedge is new, he’s only been with us two days. He’s a jeans, T-shirt and blazer kinda guy. Brand name athletic shoes; today’s were red. No tie. Blond hair, slightly messy, no beard or mustache or earring. Always somewhat nervous and a lot annoying but I get paid to do what I’m told, not to ask questions.
At the appointed time, which I’m not going to say for security reasons, I tapped Kedge on the shoulder of his irritatingly clean white T-shirt. The kid jumped like I’d shoved a gun in his face.
“Deposit time,” I whispered.
He looked at me like I was kidnapping him.
I pointed to the gray blazer on the back of his chair. “We gotta go.”
He kept staring at me while he put on his jacket.
Once outside, I pointed to the bank, two blocks away. “Ever made a night deposit?”
He kept staring. I realized he might think I was propositioning him.
I held the deposit slip in front of his face to make sure he saw it. “See this? There’s 1,000 fives, 400 tens, 500 twenties, 120 fifties and 50 hundreds in the pouch. Thirty grand. Just like the total. Sign here.” I handed him a pen, hoping he knew how to use it and turned so he could use my back as a table. I kept a tight grip on the deposit pouch until he was done, then opened the pouch so he could put the slip inside.
He hesitated before releasing the paper. “We don’t keep a copy?”
“Got one in the office.” I grabbed the paper, jammed it into the pouch then sealed it shut. “We gotta go.”
He mostly kept up with me on the way to the bank. I slowed down as we approached and handed the pouch to him. “The night deposit box is inside those doors on the left. The door opens when you put this card,” I gave him my deposit card, “into the slot on the left of the door, see it? Then pull the deposit box handle, throw this in, slam it shut and come out. Any questions?”
He shook his head, looking about as confused as when I told him to put on his jacket. But he did head towards the door so I stood on the corner, wondering how long it would take for the guy already in the bank to finish and get out of Kedge’s way. The guy in the bank was hard to miss. He was wearing white jeans and a white jacket with a white cowboy hat. I started humming a Bee Gees' tune.
I stopped humming when movement a couple of yards up the street caught my attention. A man dressed in black walked out from behind a streetlight pole. I say behind, but it was more like he was the streetlight pole, because once he started walking, there was no more light, no more pole. I know it was dark but how was the pole there one second and gone the next?
That’s a good example of why I’m better off sticking to following orders, not asking questions. In the time it took me to wonder about the pole, the man walked up to the guy coming out of the bank and shot him twice through the head and twice thru the chest.
I couldn’t breathe or move. I watched in horror as the man grabbed the dead body by the shoulders. At the first touch, the man in black's wardrobe changed to white jeans and jacket. He even had a white cowboy hat. All without removing the dead guy's clothes. He threw the original man in white into the back parking lot's dumpster without so much as a grunt.
Kedge’s very loud running commentary snapped me back into action. "Did you see that? He killed that guy! Did you see that? He threw that guy away! Did you see that? He is that guy now!"
The man in black, now the man in white, might lack fashion sense but he had street smarts. He whipped around and stared at Kedge who then screamed, "He's looking at me! What should I do? Charley!"
At least I think that’s what Kedge was yelling. As soon as I saw the murderer pointing his gun at us, I ran towards the building across the street. Before Kedge finished yelling, I jumped over the fence to that building's parking lot. Once there, I looked back and saw Kedge following me, aiming a gun right at me. A bullet flew past me, grazing my arm. It hurt like the last time I got shot, and I dropped the damn deposit pouch.
I took a sharp right and zigzagged my way up the street behind buildings to the nearest main road. At some point, Kedge stopped following me which made things worse. The more I ran, the more my fear ramped up. It didn’t feel right, seeing a man commit murder, then Kedge trying to kill me and then they both disappear? Not right at all.
It was so wrong, I stopped running at the intersection of Gardiner Drive and Hornpot Lane. The light facing me was red and, well, my lungs, arm and legs were aching. My arm wasn't bleeding but it felt like it was on fire. I took a second to look at it and noticed something moving in the forsythia bush down the street, close enough to see under the street lights along Gardiner.
It was Kedge. He had the gun. He shot at me as he tripped and fell out of the bush.
My legs started pumping and everything around me became a blur. I was in the elevator in my apartment building before I noticed anything else and by then I was gasping for breath.
Kedge missed me, I'm not sure how. Every creak the elevator made sounded like a gunshot to me, all the way to the third floor. My hands shook so bad it took several tries to get the key in the door lock and I kept checking over my shoulders the whole time. I almost turned on the lights when I got inside but realized that wasn’t normal for most people at this time of night. I felt my way to the balcony door and made sure it was locked with curtains drawn.
My sofa is now behind the door to the apartment hallway. Not wanting to smell up the bedsheets and too sore to change them, I tossed a blanket on the sofa before lying down on it. Maybe everyone else would take a shower then listen to a podcast or two before sleep. But this is the middle of the night for people working “normal” hours. Building management said I get thrown out the next time I piss off my neighbors by showering this time of night, so I won’t.
Just as my heart beat was slowing, things took a bad turn. Which is why I'm sending this, in case — look, things could get worse.
Someone's knocking on my door. In the middle of the night. In an apartment building where I'll be up for eviction if there's one more complaint from a neighbor.
I've looked out the peephole. I can describe the person perfectly. His blond hair is slightly messy. He's wearing a blood-stained white T-shirt, jeans and a gray blazer. No tie, beard, mustache or earring. Red athletic shoes, one with the shoelace undone.
He's smiling. He's holding a gun.
I called Emergency Services and they said they'll be here soon. No, they could not define soon. I need to stay put and wait for them.
But the guy at my door won't stop smiling or knocking. And I'm afraid he's going to get in and I'll never get out again.
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2024.05.19 13:26 Orange_Menace1 Randyll Tarly - Blackfyre Supporter (my first theory)

Randyll Tarly - Blackfyre Supporter (my first theory)
Note: I started writing this and it got away from me. Rather than fill in the unfinished points, I've just left them there for everyone to consider

Preface

Randyll Tarly on a first read through is a jerk. He tortures Sam, insults Brienne, implements draconian justice and downplays the golden company threat. Prima-Facie, he is a violent commander with little political cunning.
Except for his results. By the end of ADWD
· He receives accolades for every battle fought (I hold fire on the term won)
· He holds the queen in his custody.
· He has a voice at council
· He secured his chosen heir in defiance of westrosi customs
If we assume these things didn’t happen by chance, we can re-examine some of his older achievements, actions, and then try to sort out his motives.

Randyll Tarly as a Commander

Roberts Rebellion

Battle of Ashford

Context: The battle of Ashford was Roberts one defeat in his rebellion. Tarly’s van sailed forward and defeated Roberts host, but the battle was inconclusive. Robert retreated to the stony sept, recovered, regrouped, and when his allies arrived and consolidated forces, used this new army to win the war.

Relevant Sections – directly on point paragraphs:

A Storm of Swords - Tyrion III

Tyrion had to bite his tongue at that. Robb Stark had won more battles in a year than the Lord of Highgarden had in twenty. ~Tyrell's reputation rested on one indecisive victory over Robert Baratheon at Ashford, in a battle largely won by Lord Tarly's van before the main host had even arrived.~

A Storm of Swords - Davos V

"Edric, you ought not boast," Maester Pylos said. "King Robert suffered defeats like any other man. Lord Tyrell bested him at Ashford, and he lost many a tourney tilt as well."

A Storm of Swords - Samwell V

"Your father is an able soldier," King Stannis said. "He defeated my brother once, at Ashford. Mace Tyrell has been pleased to claim the honors for that victory, but Lord Randyll had decided matters before Tyrell ever found the battlefield. He slew Lord Cafferen with that great Valyrian sword of his and sent his head to Aerys." The king rubbed his jaw with a finger. "You are not the sort of son I would expect such a man to have."

A Dance with Dragons - The Griffin Reborn

~He had lost it all at Stoney Sept, in his arrogance.~
~Robert Baratheon had been hiding somewhere in the town, wounded and alone. Jon Connington had known that, and he had also known that Robert's head upon a spear would have put an end to the rebellion, then and there~. He was young and full of pride. How not? King Aerys had named him Hand and given him an army, and he meant to prove himself worthy of that trust, of Rhaegar's love. He would slay the rebel lord himself and carve a place out for himself in all the histories of the Seven Kingdoms.

Other information gleaned from context

· Tarly did not inflict substantial casualties
· Robert won the battle of the trident within a year – Ashford is 282AC and the trident is 283
· Robert fled to and was sheltered in the stony sept, where Jon Connington failed to flush him out. The battle of the bells occurred in 283AC, as did the battle of the trident shortly after

Analysis

Randyll leads the van some distance ahead of the main force, gets into a battle with the rebels, and inflicts minor to moderate casualties before they escape. Tyrell takes the credit.
From a military point of view, if the battle had not been decided before the main force arrived, the war would have likely ended. A much larger force (with assumedly many more horsemen) would have won the battle both more conclusively, and been able to pursue. By all rights, the strategy enforced by Mace Tyrell should have won the war (this theme will come in later in this theory), but for the fact only a fraction of his army engaged far ahead of the main host.
As an aside and jumping ahead a little – Tarly avoids doing this after the blackwater, closing off escape routes and slaughtering everyone. This hints at the fact that Ashford was a tactical mistake.
The first three viewpoints we receive on the battle are of note.
· Tyrion points out the battle was indecisive, and ~decided before the main host arrived~. He focuses on the victory in ‘battle’ as opposed to war.
· Stannis points out how able Randyll is by defeating his brother once at Ashford. Although unable to ascribe any special military strategy to Randyll, he calls him ‘able’ and decided matters before Tyrell arrived. He also flags that Mace Tyrell claimed the honours for the victory and he thinks this undeserved. It’s interesting as it’s Maces host at Ashford, a host that by all rights should have crushed Roberts army in a single battle – given the van alone defeated him. He also ascribes the only kill of note as lord Cafferen
· Maester Pylos points out that Robert lost battles at Ashford and flags it was Tyrell who bested him.
The battle by all appearances, was a farce. Ashford could have ended the war. Arguably, even with the van alone deciding the fight, it very nearly did. Instead, the battle is determined indecisive, there is no ‘impressive kill and capture list’ indicating the host was not captured or killed (as opposed to routed), and Mace has this massive potentially war-ending host not doing much because Robert is in retreat before it arrives.
Furthermore despite all this, Tarly very nearly won the day at Ashford. Robert suffered a serious – but nonfatal wound that seemingly took months (and at least weeks) to recover. The fact that a seriously wounded Robert was able to escape despite distinctive armour and weaponry raises questions of its own.
Finally, when Robert was wounded and hidden in the aftermath whilst he recovered, narratively it allowed JonCon to lay siege to the stony sept. As a parallel, one of the themes I will later touch on is how Tarly changes after this battle, and we know JonCon swears to kill more and become Tywin 2.0. as a direct result of the events at the sept. We see a similar change in Tarly.
It’s also of note that Tarly and Tyrell at this point were on the Targaryen side. This crops up later when we look into other motivations and goals.
Aftermath
So we know that Robert suffers wounds and is somewhat detached from his host (be it they left him in the stoney sept or he scattered off from the main host). We know this as he ends up wounded in the Stoney Sept. After this, the battle of the bells and all the great victories that ended the war occur.
Notably, Tarly has no major military achievements after this battle. Since Mace Tyrell was invested in the siege of Storms end, it can be presumed Tarly was positioned with the main force. The next time we see him is in the battle of 5 kings –

Discussion with Renly – The Siege of Stannis

  • Renly outright ignores Tarly when he says they'll be charging into the sun. In renlys conversation with stannis he points out how overwhelmingly strong his force is and how it will be heavy horse charging into boiled leather. He's not wrong, if the armies clash, stannis will be crushed and waiting is potentially disastrous, as stannis may not engage or slow the whole process down.

Battle of the Blackwater

A Clash of Kings - Sansa VII

They came up the roseroad and along the riverbank, through all the fields Stannis had burned, the ashes puffing up around their boots and turning all their armor grey, but oh! the banners must have been bright, the golden rose and golden lion and all the others, the Marbrand tree and the Rowan~, Tarly's huntsman~ and Redwyne's grapes and Lady Oakheart's leaf. All the westermen, all the power of Highgarden and Casterly Rock! ~Lord Tywin himself had their right wing~ on the north side of the river, with Randyll Tarly commanding the center and ~Mace Tyrell the left,~ but the vanguard won the fight. They plunged through Stannis like a lance through a pumpkin, every man of them howling like some demon in steel. And do you know who led the vanguard? Do you? Do you? Do you?"

A Storm of Swords - Catelyn II

"I told you to hold Riverrun," said Robb. "What part of that command did you fail to comprehend?"
"When you stopped Lord Tywin on the Red Fork," said the Blackfish, "you delayed him just long enough for riders out of Bitterbridge to reach him with word of what was happening to the east. ~Lord Tywin turned his host at once, joined up with Matthis Rowan and Randyll Tarly~ near the headwaters of the Blackwater, and made a forced march to Tumbler's Falls, ~where he found Mace Tyrell and two of his sons waiting with a huge host and a fleet of barges~. They floated down the river, disembarked half a day's ride from the city, and took Stannis in the rear."

We know tywin likes to put his strength on his flanks and in the reserve

Interestingly, Mace is there too, and it’s a tyrell van this time, not tarly
Lord Tywin himself had their right wing on the north side of the river, with Randyll Tarly commanding the center and Mace Tyrell the left, but the vanguard won the fight. They plunged through Stannis like a lance through a pumpkin, every man of them howling like some demon in steel.
ACOK 62: SANSA VII

Analysis

First the parallels. Mace Tyrell is paralleled to Tywin on the two flanks. It is a tyrell in the van who decides the day. Randyll commands the center.
Logistically, the battle is won by Mace Tyrell (whom I love as a character) with a fleet of barges and a huge host already in position (allowing the army to cross quickly enough to intercept the battle of the blackwater). Also the messenger that draws in Tywin’s host comes from Bitterbridge – Tyrell Lands. Given the van wins the battle, there’s a fair argument that Mace could have won the battle alone, albeit with all the support he wins a crushing victory instead.
So Randyll is relegated to an important, but ultimately ancillary position. Whether the battle is won by Tywin or Mace (and by all logistical accounts, it’s Mace), is another question, but the ‘finest soldier in the seven kingdoms’ is once again, somewhat ineffectual. He still commands the center in such a battle, but he displays no logistical or battle prowess in this fight either, just being a renowned commander in the right place at the right time.

Battle of Duskendale

· Lord Randyll defeats a northern army. The army is mostly foot and misplaced
· This time, few excape – XXXX cuts off the retreat.
· Some theories say he was tipped off by Roose Bolton.
· This time he gets the commander
· Figth occurs in FIELDS AND FARMS. Bad terrain for a retreat. Glover TRAPPED against blackwater bay
· Note that Glover had to be captured lest bolton treachery be revealed. Cannot be allowed to send raven.
· Strong implication of a trap and tipoff

A Storm of Swords - Catelyn IV

When they brought him word of the battle at Duskendale, where Lord Randyll Tarly had shattered Robett Glover and Ser Helman Tallhart, he might have been expected to rage.

A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VIII

But who would be mad enough to contest Joffrey's rule now, after what had befallen Stannis Baratheon and Robb Stark? There was still fighting in the riverlands, but everywhere the coils were tightening. Ser Gregor Clegane had crossed the Trident and seized the ruby ford, then captured Harrenhal almost effortlessly. Seagard had yielded to Black Walder Frey, ~Lord Randyll Tarly held Maidenpool, Duskendale, and the kingsroad.~

A Storm of Swords - Tyrion III

"No," their father said. "With the war. Varys."
The eunuch smiled a silken smile. "I have such delicious tidings for you all, my lords. Yesterday at dawn our ~brave Lord Randyll caught Robett Glover outside Duskendale and trapped him against the sea. Losses were heavy on both sides, but in the end our loyal men prevailed. Ser Helman Tallhart is reported dead, with a thousand others. Robett Glover leads the survivors back toward Harrenhal in bloody disarray, little dreaming he will find valiant Ser Gregor and his stalwarts athwart his path."~

A Storm of Swords - Tyrion I

"Until Lord Redwyne brings his fleet up, we lack the ships to assail Dragonstone. It makes no matter. Stannis Baratheon's sun set on the Blackwater. ~As for Stark, the boy is still in the west, but a large force of northmen under Helman Tallhart and Robett Glover are descending toward Duskendale. I've sent Lord Tarly to meet them, while Ser Gregor drives up the kingsroad to cut off their retreat.~ Tallhart and Glover will be caught between them, with a third of Stark's strength."

A Storm of Swords - Catelyn IV

When they brought him word of the battle at Duskendale, where ~Lord Randyll Tarly had shattered Robett Glover and Ser Helman Tallhart,~ he might have been expected to rage. Instead he'd stared in dumb disbelief and said, "Duskendale, on the narrow sea? Why would they go to Duskendale?" He'd shook his head, bewildered. "A third of my foot, lost for Duskendale?"
"The ironmen have my castle and now the Lannisters hold my brother," Galbart Glover said, in a voice thick with despair. Robett Glover had survived the battle, but had been captured near the kingsroad not long after.

A Feast for Crows - Brienne II

Lord Randyll Tarly had commanded Joffrey's army, made up of westermen and stormlanders and knights from the Reach. Those men of his who had died here had been carried back inside the walls, to rest in heroes' tombs beneath the septs of Duskendale. The northern dead, far more numerous, were buried in a common grave beside the sea. Above the cairn that marked their resting place, the victors had raised a rough-hewn wooden marker. HERE LIE THE WOLVES was all it said. Brienne stopped beside it and said a silent prayer for them, and for Catelyn Stark and her son Robb and all the men who'd died with them as well.



Analysis

Firstly we start with the obvious comparison. Tarly lets Robert escape when Mace otherwise very nearly won the war. Given another chance, Randyll pins his enemy against the sea and plans to not let a man escape. Having somewhat surrounded the opponent on known land, with reinforcements (Clegane) behind him, he still manages to suffer heavy casualties, and the target (XXXX) escapes.
What a colossal mistake. The only good news is he intercepted enough of the force that it seems no ravens got sent off showing exactly what happened, as if one message got back, the whole red wedding could have been undone.
Now prior posts have analyzed duskendale about allowing paths of retreat, and number of losses, but I think there are three key takeaways
1) The stark contrast between this and his tactics at Ashford
2) The fact that he failed to capture the host and Gregor Clegane had to clean up the mess
3) The fact he suffered heavy losses when by all rights he had every advantage (and still failed to capture the army)
Interestingly, the message that gets to Robb is that Tarly shattered glover. The actual message from Varys is only 1000 were killed, with Tallhart. Now its difficult to say how many foot there were, but it’s not unreasonable to assume that 1000 is less than to around half the force. Clegane captures Glover in the aftermath (thankfully), and Robb gets the report that Tarly shattered the force, when in actuality a good chunk of it was Clegane.
As a sidenote- this is indicative that Clegane actually isn’t a bad commander, and in turn this makes the fact that Edmure Tully threw him back more impressive.
We also don’t hear of any captives other than the ones taken by Clegane. It appears Tarly is putting men to the sword (SEE EARLIER).
Now before we get into conspiracy theories, we see Glover in ADWD conspiring with Madderly to help the starks and Stannis, so it seems this was not some cunning scheme where he secretly got himself captured.
Interestingly, the graves Brienne sees seem to indicate a crushing victory for Tarly, like the one described by Robb. This however is at odds with the report of Varys, and the fact Clegane had to mop up the leftover army. Now there are a few possibilities for this. Varys could be wrong/lying, heavy losses is being thrown around as a relative term (but that seems suspect), or the total of Tarly dead and Clegane’s role is being hidden. The last seems the most likely, Robb hears of a crushing defeat led by Tarly not Clegane (which we know is at least partially false), the dead he kills don’t add up, and there’s no mention of Clegane whom definitely did some of the work.
Also even assuming the whole situation is true and Tarly killed men at a 2/1 ratio, this assumes there are 500 heroes tombs under the septs at Duskendale. Simply put, there may not be that many. The whole aftermath stinks of a coverup. Tarly is getting Cleganes credit (and interestingly, it’s around now that Tywin decides not to give Clegane to oberyn).
Finally we get to the tinfoily bit. Helman garrisoned with Walder Frey to make sure he kept peace. Of the two lords, Helman is arguably more problematic, he knows more of Frey habits (when Tywin is scheming a betrayal) and his nephew is a possible hornwood claimant (cough Roose cough). If there was a conspiracy to kill one and ransom the other – I can see a world where Talhart is the one to be killed. In all reality though, this is a bit too ambitious, and in reality one just died and one escaped – without some super scheme that Tarly was involved in.
So in summary – once again Tarly fails his mission. At best, he bloodies an out of position army whilst taking heavy casualties, with his reinforcements on the way, and half the army breaks free (admittedly into Clegane). This is not a great display of prowess. We also know its possible to capture these men as hostages, as Clegane successfully does so – and Tarly fails to once again. Now it’s not catastrophic as the Northerners are bleeding men and trading troops tit for tat is beneficial, but the battle itself (the thing Randyll is in charge of) is highly unimpressive. The strategic victory goes to Tywin, whom in truth entrusts it as much to Gregor Clegane as to Tarly. As it so happens, Clegane delivers and Tarly doesn’t.


A summary as a commander

Talk about failing upwards
· Charging ahead, he is able to turn a crushing win into an indecisive one which ultimately leads to Roberts Rebellion succeeding
· He gives counsel to Renly about the sun when renly knows that the sheer strength of his cavalry makes the issue moot. Renly all but ignores him.
· He doesn’t appear to do much during the battle of the blackwater
· He manages to mess up essentially an ambush at Duskendale despite reinforcements being on the way
· As a result of the 4 above points, he is given, lands, titles, honors and a position on the small council.
Upon actually reviewing his achievements and each individual battle, I’ve 180’d on Tarly. George RR Martin does a great job building him up, and having everyone describe him as a great commander, but actually unpacking his battles, he looks pretty underwhelming. The most important battle he won was Ashford, but that was a strategic catastrophe which otherwise could have potentially let Mace Tyrell win the war. Afterwards he’s carefully managed, with Renly outright dismissing him, Mace keeping the key positions of command in other people’s hands and Tywin going so far as to dispatch a trusted force behind him in the event he fails again – WHICH HE DOES.


Politicks, Loyalties and Conspiracies

There’s a lot to get through so I’m not going to source everything here. Rather, I’ll list dot points, and we will be collecting everything under theories. In time it may be worth sourcing this all, but for now, I want to get something out – so it’ll be shortform
· Historically house is blackfyre
· Renly Sworn NOT STANNIS
· Joined at bitterbridge to Renly
· Shadowbaby and killing others
· VIEWS ON MAESTERS
· Killing Stannis supporters at bitterbridge
· Saving Brienne
· Helping Brienne / Bewilderment
· Views on Women and Strongmen
· Sam, Maesters, the Marches and Strength
· Maidenpool Rulership
· Renown amonst common men
· Downplaying the Golden Company
· Bravosi Debts
· Taking the QUEEN ahead of Mace Tyrell

Theoreis Stemming off Data

The Blackfyre Theory

Let’s assume that Randyll supported the Blackfyres because his house traditionally were Blackfyre Loyalists. This is a little thin on evidence, but quite a few of his actions also support this, lending some credence to the theory
1) He swore to Renly not Stannis.
a. Stannis was 17 or 18 when he held storms end. He is approximately 13 years older than Renly, making Renly 5 at the time. This means that during Roberts Rebellion, for all relevant purposes, Renly was a non-participant, whilst Stannis actively fought against the dragons. If Randyll is a dragon supporter, his repulsion at joining Stannis is apparent.
b. In fact, he goes as far as to kill stannis supporters at bitterbridge to consolidate the reach forces. This is interesting as it contrasts stannis whom takes pains to not kill the karstarks to a man once he realizes their treason.
2) He downplays the golden company
a. At the end of AFWC, Randyll is downplaying the golden company as much as he can. If we assume he is pro-dragon, this gives time for the blackfyre cause to swell, as he delays Kevan Lannister to the best of his ability
3) He hates the Maesters
a. Between the Grand Maester Conspiracy [LINK], lady Dustin’s general hatred of Maesters and Marwyn’s comments about Maesters and Dragons, it seems credible that dragon supporters may have cause to mistrust Maesters. Indeed, we get hints of this from Doran, and a general mistrust of Maesters by some of the lesser lords.
i. "I would need a bucket, with this pain. Thank you, but no. I want my wits about me. I'll have no more need of you tonight."
b. This explains also why he is so determined Sam will not become a Maester and why he drives him to the nights watch. If he is a loyalist, he’s never going to let a member of his family into an enemy order. If Sam is given any sort of free reign in a role other than lord, he’s going to end up a Maester (indeed even at the nights watch he ends up there, despite his protests and fears of his fathers wroth).
4) Do we actually see any trouble in the marches. I don’t think we do and it’s only STANNIS who fears dorne through the marches, not Tarly or Tyrell. In fact, this area is left undefended when they march on the blackwater.
a. I have a sub-theory that despite complaining a lot, we don’t see any real antagonism between Dorne and the reach throughout the series, just some loud complaining that makes us think of antagonism. Oberyn hints at this to Tyrion.
5) Killing Florents
a. Florents have ties to Stannis
b. Florents are Tyrell rivals
c. Florents instantly defect to stannis. Note they were set aside by dragons over highgarden
d. Their protests were denied by King Aegon I, perhaps because the Florents had fought House Targaryen when the Tyrells did not.
e. https://www.reddit.com/asoiaf/comments/3tr6gx/spoilers_all_house_of_the_week_house_florent/
i. Theories florents Green
6) This is of course also consistent with him racing Ahead of Mace Tyrell’s army and having the Tyrell queen taken into his personal custody. Unfortunately, this bodes badly for our lovely doe-eyed Margery. Oh well.
7) ~If it were up to me, I would send them all to the Night's Watch, and Connington with them. The Wall is where such scum belong."~ He’s setting it up so the only legitimate claimant of JonCon’s lands is in fact, JonCon. Obviously a new lord can be appointed, but this suggested move adds legitimacy to the blackfyre cause, removing the heir apparent and putting JonCon back in his ancestral lands without a real challenger.

1) The ‘show of strength / toxic masculinity theory’
a. This theory has to do with Tarly appearing competent millirarily rather than being competent. He doles harsh justice and havy discipline, which in some ways hides his lackluster results as a commander. I should note this is the weakest of the three theories, but it sort of feeds into the other two.
b. This would be indicative of his hatred for Sam. The moment the ‘veil’ of masculinity and strength is lifted, his actual achievements are lackluster
c. After ashford he appears much more brutal than before. We have no indication he was brutal pre Ashford, and post ashford he’s executing enemies, cornering and murdering northmen to a man (as best he can at least) and doling out harsher justice than his peers
d. Every character who speaks of Tarly speaks of his millirary accolades. I think his ‘larger than life’ persona has played at least a part in this, and Tarly looks the part as the veteran commander.
e. I ought to note this theory doesn’t stop Tarly from playing the game of thrones, it just suggests he isn’t an exceptional tactical commander. Logistically, he has always been with the winning side as a vassal, he’s been able to spin every battle to gain honors and accolades, and he has a knack for being in the right place at the right time (declaring for renly early, being in the van at ashford etc.)
f. All that aside, this theory also doesn’t stop Tarly from being a jerk. Given how he acts to Sam and both towards and around Brienne, we are naturally inclined to mislike him as a harsh leader.
2) Not as dumb as he looks theory
a. He’s taken the queen into his personal Custody. We literally heard from Renly back in book 1 – he who holds the XXXX holds the crown. With all the chaos in the recent books, it’s easy to miss, but this is a huge move in the game of thrones. The Tyrells do not have the queen. Tarly does.
b. As far as I can tell, he’s never been at real risk in a battle since Ashford. He had backup and numbers at duskendale, a massive host at the blackwater, The Siege of Storms End was just a great big preservation of army by Mace whilst Roberts rebellion raged, and the Siege on Stannis was totally lopsided but for magic shadow-baby.
c. Dorne does not seem to have acted against him once nor demanded concessions. [CHECK]. For a lord in the Dornish Marches which have been tumultuous for years, this is somewhat of a big deal. He also seems to be unafraid of moving his forced forward – we have no indication he left levies to protect himself from Dorne, hinting that he wasn’t afraid of Dorne misbehaving (even if only to harry border towns, a bit like Bolton grabbing up the hornwood lands).
d. He sucks up to the bravosi Banker when all the debts are being called in. We have this picture of this strong, just, military man, but the banker scene shows he’s not just a sword arm, and he knows when to suck up. This is important as it shows he is at least considering the wider world and the future outside of the battles, as opposed to a certain dwarf whom never actually meets the bankers.
e. He has turned a bunch of mediocre achievements into being renowned as the greatest soldier in the realm. By all rights, Stannis and Robb are much better commanders (with the caveat that Robb was only good tactically). If we want to get nasty, Mace Tyrell has only won crushing victories – with the exception of ashford (messed up by Tarly) and storms end (where he lost no troops in a rebellion that depleted most of the realm).
i. The most competent appearing thing he said was to not charge into the sun, which was largely irrelevant when plated heavy cavalry is charging into boiled leather. As Renly said to Stannis, his force wouldn’t survive first impact, so this whole sun business is a bit silly.
ii. Arguably the most competent thing was executing all the soldiers considering going over to Stannis, but I’m not sure if this is truly competent or just brutality – Stannis did not do the same with the Karstarks in a similar position.
f. He’s bypassed succession laws. By getting rid of Sam he has set himself up with his chosen heir. Look at the thorny knot Tywin tied himself with Tyrion, whom still arguably is the rightful heir to Castelry Rock (which he made full use of with the Second Suns). We know Maesters can be kicked out of the order (see our favourite necromancer), and can be used to play with succession (Aemon is a good example, albeit he said no) and I don’t really see Sam as a priest.
i. There’s actually a good question as to whether he would have killed Sam. The gods hate kinslayers, and the threat sufficed. If we assume tarly isn’t an idiot, he would have realized the threat likely sufficient.
g. Given how he sets himself up at Maidenpool, its hinted that the Maidenpool land is part of his reward for the blackwater. We never hear of exactly ‘what’ Tarly’s reward is, except in the aftermath he’s patrolling Duskendale (still seemingly with house Rykker),, Maidenpool and the kings road, and seems to be setting himself up in Maidenpool for the long haul. In AFFC, Tarly’s heir is married off to Eleanor Mooton (the seeming heiress to maidenpool) and Tommen pardons Moonton. Maidenpool is a major port in the world of Ice and Fire, which would make it a fine reward[[1]](#_ftn1).
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Other key takeaways

BRIENNE THING

A Feast for Crows - Brienne III

Randyll Tarly solved the mystery the day he sent two of his men-at-arms to summon her to his pavilion. His young son Dickon had overheard four knights laughing as they saddled up their horses, and had told his lord father what they said.

… "The gods made men to fight, and women to bear children," said Randyll Tarly. "A woman's war is in the birthing bed."
Someone was coming down the cellar steps. Brienne pushed her wine aside as a ragged, scrawny, sharp-faced man with dirty brown hair stepped into the Goose. He gave the Tyroshi sailors a quick look and Brienne a longer one, then went up to the plank. "Wine," he said, "and none o' your horse piss in it, thank'e."

JUSTICE THING


Battle of the Blackwater – a step Sideways



In short
Randyll Tarly is a shrewd Blackfyre loyalist who now has custody of the queen, a position on the small council and whom is not considered a political threat. He’s not half the commander he’s made out to be, probably has anti-maester sentiment and is possibly friendly with Doran Martell. And he has an army.
This has been quite a ride and I’m sure I got many details wrong so let’s end on a high note. Given all this, I expect Randyll to sacrifice Margery and prove ser pounce’s lineage to the age of conquest. Tommen will blindly stamp a document marrying himself to the cat, the white walkers will be appeased (their problem is only humans), and everyone lives happily ever after except for Danerys who dies.
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The day's simply pass by, there is little difference between them any more. Once, oh once there was pain, unbearable maddening and so endless sweet, for it was her, her who once loved me as only few ever could. At the beginning it was perhaps a little strange, but nothing that would have raised to many eyebrows, especially not with her. Then it changed, not quick as lightning from clear blue sky, but rather slow, like winters chill slowly draining plants of life. And with it came the pain, nothing that would leave permanent marks, but even that changed, slowly my back, arms and chest started to look as silver has her hair, they were not the angry red scars a sword might leave when it bites deep into flesh, they were the fine silver scars that only a razor, or equally narrow blades leave. Then there came to choking, for minutes i would be without breath, my body slowly loosing control, beginning to spasm beneath her hands, but she held me, held me tight with love so perfect that only she still saw it. She would never let go, so my bones ached as they tried to push against her body, trying to move, trying to breathe, to breathe, to breathe.
All this i tolerated without a word, not knowing how to approach the subject, but that is when i, no it's, not that i had enough, i still loved her deeply and without question, but i wasn't sure what was happening. So i talked to her, tried to at least, it was like she didn't even hear me, as if i never even asked, and perhaps i never did, perhaps i only sat there in silence. Only the dead gods know for certain.
And so it continued, pleasure being slowly replaced with agony, heated steel, spiked leather and things i will not mention became common place, but make not mistake to believe she drove me with whips like a slave, not to here it was most likely the purest form of love there could be. To her my pain must have looked like love, like joy or pleasure, but it was not. Still though all of this i held my mind firm, hoping, the fool i was, hoping for her to change, and how she changed, but not the way i hoped, no, my sweet Erato never became the way she was. With this i still held on, still, a foolish part of me hoping, if only i had known, then i would not held madness off that long. Slowly her love ground me away, like bone beneath a mill stone, a strange comparison as mill stones are from a time that lies so long past only the dead gods remember it. And like bones beneath a millstone my body broke, bones at first, an arm, a leg, more often ribs or my hip. So my mind was slowly ground away, like a statue that had not been cared for over millennia of rain. When she began to tear away flesh and muscle i was already numb to the pain, my body still screamed in agony, but my mind was still, it did not cry out any more. My body found pain so exquisite that to speak of it would be pure folly, as there are no words, in any language, meant to capture such agony.
And so the days flew by, in all fairness, i cannot say if days had past, time lost it's meaning to me, as what once was my body got ravaged, as limbs stood of in odd angles, or were torn away entirely, as needles, like the root of trees snaked throughout my body, as they burned. My body screamed, but my mind only wept. When this body became to broken for her to continue, she would call upon her surgeons, needs, appendixes and all other manner of medical, or tortuous devices righting this body where she broke it, grafting new limbs where old ones went missing.
i do not know what had happened, perhaps i could have done something, maybe i did not speak back then, dead gods now if it would have changed something. All this, it is long gone, she has not tired of this body, perhaps she never will, likely she still believes this to be love, still striving for perfection where not even madmen would seek it.
It is irrelevant, at least to that broken sliver of me that still remains, that still is not allowed to leave, that still hoped for her to change back, as if things never happened, for even this sliver has welcomed madness with open arms, that poor sliver that still held for so long, for so long, and now even it has gone past madnesses door, for death lies forbidden
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2024.05.19 13:13 Pretend-Profit-5448 Dry eyes/ Ocular Roscea?

Dry eyes/ Ocular Roscea?
I have had very dry eyes for the past year after developing pink eye (or was it dry eye? No one really told me though l went from GP to GP) twice earlier on in the year. My eyes are healthy other than that and l have had 5 IPL sessions, but not much has changed although l think the slight puffiness l was having in my eyelids has calmed down since having them. I have also been on Cequa for the past 6 months which helped with inflammation a little bit, although my eyes are still sore and tired. My eye doctor has told me my glands look okay (although not giving much oil secretion when pressed) and has told me he thinks l possibly have ocular rosacea (my dad has Roscea which he doesn’t take medication for etc) and occupational (I work a lot on a computer) My eyelids don’t look really red and aren’t itchy etc but my face and sometimes nose does flush weirdly sometimes at night for an hour or so. But only on occasion. Looking above my eyelids the skin does look a bit puffy and slightly pink. Wondering what step l should take next?
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2024.05.19 12:46 VermicelliCheap2282 Question about a histamine blood lab that I had done…

Soo basically haha…I had this lab done, Histamine Determination (Whole Blood). My results were 161 ng/mL, which is determined as abnormally high.
I have read LabCorps description on why this test is used and have read a few other things, but not really getting an answer on what or where or who to see next OR if this is something I should be concerned about??
I had done this test mid morning to early afternoon. I had only had water so far that day so there really isn’t anything that I feel would have triggered my histamine that high? BUT the reason that lab was done was because I constantly feel like my body is in fight or flight and I’m always getting intense facial, neck, chest and upper arm flushing.
I did go see an allergist…he was useless, honestly.
So, has anyone had this Histamine Determination, (Whole Blood) test done before?? And what came about it?
Thank you!!
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2024.05.19 12:41 DIMI_SD Is he worth investing in

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2024.05.19 12:38 Redcon5 Stye lower eyelid?

Age: 31 Sex: M Non-drinker Non-smoker No medications. No other health conditions.
Hi everyone. About a week and a half ago, I woke up one morning, and felt discomfort in my lower eyelid on my left eye (I knew exactly what that meant).
I looked in the mirror and my eyelid was noticeably inflamed.
A stye was up and coming. I already had one 6 months ago on my upper eyelid (it got massive and it popped in my sleep, it was super painful and I think I even got some scar tissue from is, and the lash in that spot still hasn't grown back yet).
Anyway, I went to my local pharmacy first thing and they gave me drops for infected eyes (Optrex Chloramphenicol).
Used that as instructed (every 2 hrs the first 2 days and every 4 hours for the 3 days after that).
It worked like a charm. Inflammation went down completely. I thought I was off the hook.
Finished the treatment 2 days ago and this morning I looked at the site of the infection to find that a small yellowish spot has been formed.
What to do next? Should I go back on the drops?
Should I start using a heat mask?
Also, I don't know if the picture is clear enough, but ever since my upper one healed, I noticed a small bag of fluid has been formed on the upper eyelid? I've circled it in red.
What do you think that is? Any reason to be concerned?
Thanks in advance 🙏
Picture: https://ibb.co/ryWPtS4
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2024.05.19 12:36 Redcon5 Stye lower eyelid?

Hi everyone. About a week and a half ago, I woke up one morning, and felt discomfort in my lower eyelid on my left eye (I knew exactly what that meant).
I looked in the mirror and my eyelid was noticeably inflamed.
A stye was up and coming. I already had one 6 months ago on my upper eyelid (it got massive and it popped in my sleep, it was super painful and I think I even got some scar tissue from is, and the lash in that spot still hasn't grown back yet).
Anyway, I went to my local pharmacy first thing and they gave me drops for infected eyes (Optrex Chloramphenicol).
Used that as instructed (every 2 hrs the first 2 days and every 4 hours for the 3 days after that).
It worked like a charm. Inflammation went down completely. I thought I was off the hook.
Finished the treatment 2 days ago and this morning I looked at the site of the infection to find that a small yellowish spot has been formed.
What to do next? Should I go back on the drops?
Should I start using a heat mask?
Also, I don't know if the picture is clear enough, but ever since my upper one healed, I noticed a small bag of fluid has been formed on the upper eyelid? I've circled it in red.
What do you think that is? Any reason to be concerned?
Thanks in advance 🙏
Picture: https://ibb.co/ryWPtS4
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2024.05.19 12:32 ladybuglvrr Truth or Dare

As the last rays of summer sun faded into dusk, I stood at the threshold of a new chapter, my heart racing with anticipation and a touch of apprehension, as I prepared to embark on my first day as a senior in high school. The familiar scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the crispness of autumn in the air, signaling the end of carefree days and the beginning of a journey filled with new challenges and opportunities. With my backpack slung over my shoulder and butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I took a deep breath, ready to step into the halls of academia, where friendships would deepen, memories would be made, and the path to my future would unfold before me. As I walked down the main hallway to my first period class, a girl I had never seen before bumped into me, as she was walking hurriedly down towards the cafe. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, as she bent down to pick up one of my binders. “Watch where you’re going, good God.” I huffed back. “Geez… it was an acc-“ I cut her off- “You look familiar… have I met you somewhere before?” “Umm. I don’t think we’ve ever met before. Maybe you should get your vision checked.” she replied back, annoyed. “Whatever, asshole.” I sighed. “Excuse me?” She said, raising an eyebrow.” I could’ve sworn I had seen her somewhere before… maybe I was losing it. “Look, this is going to sound really, really weird, but in the near further, you’re going to be asked to play a game. You HAVE to say no, or really bad things are going to happen…” I took a step back, looking the girl up and down. “You sound schizophrenic. I’m going to class.” I said, turning back towards my classroom door. As I turned to walk away, her words echoed in my mind, a strange sense of foreboding creeping over me. But dismissing it as nonsense, I pushed through the classroom door, eager to start the day and put the strange encounter behind me. The day passed in a blur of introductions, syllabi, and catching up with friends. Yet, despite my attempts to shake off the odd encounter, the girl's warning lingered in the back of my thoughts like an unsettling whisper. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, I found myself retracing my steps through the bustling halls. Glancing around, I caught sight of the mysterious girl disappearing into a throng of students.Curiosity gnawed at me, and against my better judgment, I followed her, weaving through the crowd until I spotted her slipping into a secluded corner of the school courtyard. Approaching cautiously, I cleared my throat, "Hey, um, sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to come off as rude." She turned to face me, her expression guarded yet somehow relieved. "It's fine," she said, her tone softening. "I understand. It's not easy to believe something so... unbelievable." I frowned, puzzled by her cryptic words. "What do you mean?" Taking a deep breath, she met my gaze squarely. "I know this sounds crazy, but I need you to listen to me. That game I mentioned earlier—it's real. And it's dangerous. People are disappearing, and I think... I think you're next." My heart skipped a beat as her words sank in, sending a chill down my spine. "What do you mean I'm next?" “I have to go. It’s Friday, I need to go pick up my little brother from school. We can talk on Monday… just, trust me.” She said, rushing towards the parking lot. As the days passed, I found myself haunted by the girl's warning, the memory of her urgent plea lingering like a ghost in the back of my mind. But try as I might to push it aside, the sense of impending doom only grew stronger with each passing moment, a shadow looming ever larger over my once-ordinary life. Sunday morning rolled around, and I was still as anxious as ever, when suddenly an option appeared in front of me. “Would you like to play Truth or Dare?” It read. I sat there for a second, absolutely dumbfounded, thinking I had completely lost it. The two options, lingering in front of me. If I were to complete all of the dares and truths, I would win.. whole million dollars!? “The dares couldn’t be that bad, especially for a million dollars, right?” I thought to myself, hovering the “yes” option. As the option appeared over her head, my heart pounded in my chest, a sickening sense of dread settling over me like a suffocating blanket. But as the stakes grew higher and the dares more dangerous, I found myself unable to resist the lure of the prize dangling just out of reach. One by one, I completed each dare. Confessing my love to my crush, licking a toilet bowl, chugging a bottle of vinegar… everything seemed, moderately alright.. the thrill of the challenge mingling with the gnawing fear that clawed at the edges of my mind. But as the night wore on and the dares grew increasingly sinister, I began to realize the true cost of my greed. Although, I had more important things on my mind. Friday once again rolled around, and the most popular guy in our school, Jackson, had invented me to his house party. This was absolutely a dream come true, but, how was I supposed to tell my mother I was going to a random frat boys party? As 6:00pm rolled around, I grabbed my keys and told my mother I was going to a movie with my friends. As she was about to reply, a new option for Truth or Dare showed, stating, “tell your mother where you’re really going.” At this point, I knew I was screwed. “Are you sure?” My mother asked. “Actually, I was invited to a party by Jackson, the new football teams quarter back.” I said, shuffling my feet. “Do you think I’m crazy? Absolutely not, you are staying home tonight!” My mother shouted back. Maybe it was for the better, after all, mother knows best, right? As 8:00 rolled around, I was sitting on my bed reading, as a new dare showed. “Sneak out and go to the party.” It read. “Well… shit. I’m screwed either way, at this rate.” I muttered, taking the screen off of my window. I grabbed my keys from my desk, and climbed out into the fresh, cold air. I made it to the party about 15 minutes later. As I took my boots off, and walked through the front door, I noticed my friend Samantha sitting next to Jackson with a group of others, drinking out of shiny, red cups. Jackson came up to greet me, handing me a strange smelling concoction. “Here, I’m sure you’ll like this!” Jackson said, cheerfully. “I’m sorry.. I’m not much of a drinker. It’s not good for you.” I stated, slightly uncomfortable. “Oh come on… look, everyone’s drinking! This is my special, everyone loves this. It has extra lime in it!” He yelled back, trying to make himself heard over the loud music playing from a speaker in the kitchen. “Alright… just a few sips, I guess.” I said, shyly taking the cup from his hand. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, it was quite citrusy, and I love sour things. As the night went on, I continued to drink the mysterious beverages from Jackson. All seemed fine, until around 11:45pm. In a blur of flashing lights and pounding music, it happened. Someone spiked my drink, sending me spiraling into darkness as my world shattered into a million jagged pieces. When I awoke, disoriented and groggy, I found myself trapped in a nightmare of my own making. Bound to a small wooden chair, surrounded by four other girls, each one bearing the same haunted expression of terror etched into their pale faces. As the reality of our situation sunk in, a cold wave of despair washed over me, the harsh truth of my actions crashing down around me like a tidal wave. And as I stared into the darkness, the option still hanging over my head like a cruel taunt, I knew that the game was far from over. But as the hours stretched into days, and the terror of our captivity threatened to consume us whole, I clung to the fragile hope that somehow, someway, we would find a way to escape the nightmare that had become our reality. The only times we had seen the light of day, was when Jackson brought food and water down to us. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, we fought tooth and nail against the forces that sought to break us, forging bonds of strength and resilience that would carry us through the darkest of nights. And though the scars of our ordeal would never fully heal, we emerged from the depths of hell stronger than we ever thought possible, united in our determination to reclaim our lives and rewrite our own destinies. As the days stretched on in our captivity, each one blurring into the next in a haze of fear and uncertainty, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon in the most unexpected way. One day, as I sat huddled in the darkness, my mind drifting back to the events that had led me to this nightmare, a strange option materialized before my eyes, shimmering like a mirage in the desert of my despair. "Lifeline, Time travel: Go back to the first day of school," it read, its words pulsating with an otherworldly glow that seemed to beckon me closer. For a moment, I hesitated, the weight of my past mistakes bearing down on me like a crushing weight. But as I stared into the depths of the option before me, a flicker of determination ignited within me, burning bright against the darkness that threatened to consume me whole. With a trembling hand, I reached out and pressed the option, the world around me fading into a swirling vortex of light and color as time itself seemed to bend and warp around me. Within in the blink of an eye, I found myself standing once again at the threshold of a new chapter, the familiar sights and sounds of the first day of school washing over me like a balm for my weary soul. “Wait a minute” I thought to myself. “Isn’t it that in all of those time travel movies, doesn’t your past self seeing your future self create some sort of paradox? Or singularity? Or the end of life as we know it…?” I knew then I had to disguise myself before approaching my past self. As I put on glasses, and changed my clothes in the locker room, I scurried around trying to find some sort of hat. “Ugh, finally!” I exclaimed, grabbing a beanie that was left is someone’s open locker. “I have to go find myself.” I said, bolting out of the locker room door. As I ran through the halls, I had accidentally bumped into a girl, walking the opposite direction of me. As I apologized profusely, bending over to hand her one of her purple binders, she looked at me puzzled. “Wait a minute, have I met you before?” My heart sank. “Umm. Maybe you should get your vision checked.” “Whatever, asshole.” She muttered under her breath.
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2024.05.19 12:29 Vlady4Envyus To anyone who is grinding for the celestial wolf mount, keep going, you will get it!

To anyone who is grinding for the celestial wolf mount, keep going, you will get it!
For anyone who is curious:
-i fished in the upper section of the pond in the botanical garden
-buoy chest
-winnow life
-rank 3 lure
-i fished 180 chests before i got it
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