Ned Stark Defender

the irony of people like this thinking they're fighting against ai when all they actually do is harming and tearing apart writing community and innocent writers. at this point they're harming the community more than ai does

the first thing u need to understand about athletes is that they are cringe losers bc they skipped school in hopes of never having to work a real job. the second thing you need to understand abt athletes is that they are first and foremost workers whose years of lucrative labour are capped by the very real limit that the strain of that selfsame work puts on their bodies which means they retire at an age before most people's careers even really take off and are expected to get by for the rest of their lives on the money they earned those few years. the third thing you need to understand is that they want to fuck their coworker.

pining is 100000% the most important aspect of pre-relationship fic for me. good-natured whole-hearted pining filled with lovelorn gazing and chest aching and fluttering touches, that’s my top priority. i was put on this earth to watch characters suffer over the profundity of their love for another person. unrequited love is why god made me. characters finding out that their feelings are reciprocated after long months/years of suffering is why the universe was assembled from nothingness. amen.

many of you just. genuinely don’t believe that people can grow and change.

this is about the death penalty and its also about call out posts about people who have already apologized for things they did a long time ago and it’s also about using ‘toxic’ or ‘abuser’ as if its an immutable class of person, and its also about any other circumstance with permanent consequences or wherein you assume someone is still the same person they were.

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

and the septons say we must love our brothers. i will go to my grave thinking of my brother's peach. dear brother, i had hoped you were dead. they're not supposed to have statues, but my father loved them so much he had them done. when we were girls together, we had a private language, she and i. we're not friends, we're brothers. you may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. i have to be as brave as robb. the sound of a door opening, the scream of a rusted iron hinge. it all goes back and back, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them; we are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads