still haven't recovered from them introducing the perfect love interest for eloise and then yanking it away despite the fact that he complements her so much better than her intended endgame #wastedpotential
also, let me just say that them pushing eloise's feminism and strive for knowledge above all else in the show has changed her character and the dynamics which would have originally occurred in the book making them fall flat. theo complements her new character by challenging her ideals and prompting her to be inquisitive making him more compatible for her in this point of time. I can't even fathom her character in the show ending up with philip after all this.
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I feel like legalizing gay marriage in Westeros would solve a lot of problems tbh. Or even just a general acceptance of gayness.
However, this could bring about its own set of problems. Specifically, at least in my hyper fixed mindset, for Dunk. Because in a Westeros where you can be openly gay, EVERYONE is all over that man and it's not even close.
The first night they meet, Lyonel actually asks Dunk to marry him. He says it whilst placing his antler crown on Dunk's head, giggling to himself as he blushes.
"Would you marry me, hedge knight? Cause I'd take you to husband in a heartbeat."
And Lyonel's actually serious about it because he wants to find the nearest septon and be wed to Dunk. He 100% wants to take that big, beautiful man home with him to Storm's End as his husband. He's only just met the man, but Lyonel knows what he wants.
Dunk, for his part, just laughs awkwardly, thinking it no more than the ramblings of a too drunk lord. Sure, no one would seriously desire to have him as a companion for life, especially a highborn lord. He, in his own mind, has nothing of value to offer because of his status in life.
He'd be lucky if a smallfolk girl would want to wed him, never mind anyone else. Let alone someone of a high station.
Ser Arlan always told him that people, even small folk, donāt wed hedge knights because they offer nothing. Neither in profession or in life.
So like many things in life, Dunk puts his complete trust in Ser Arlanās āwisdomā.
Itās due to this that Dunk takes any and all offers of marriage from anyone as a joke at best and a hurtful jab at worst.
Even Baelor who is already married to Maekar in this AU (because why wouldnāt they be) is thinking about sending a raven to his father asking if he could write a law that says people can have more than one partner.
He still wants that hedge knight cookie bad even in this AU.
Maekar is annoyed that his husband is looking at some lowly hedge knight rather than him. He proceeds to get even more irritated when, after the whole thing with Aerion and Dunk in the puppet tent, Aerion says that he would accept compensation in the form of taking being his husband.
Dunk thinks itās a jape while Aerion is thinking about how miserable he could make Dunk as his husband. Heād never be rid of him then.
Maekar, sitting at the table as Dunk awkwardly stands before them, looks at the hedge knight and just says,
āWhat the fuck is going on?ā
āWhat sort of temptress is this man?ā Maekar thinks, watching the way his brother-husband and son both look at Dunk. āHeās bewitched half my familyā
Raymun and Daeron also ask Dunk somewhere along the way. But thatās neither here nor there.
Egg is just along for the ride in all of this, realizing that heās surrounded by morons who all want a piece of his Ser. Heās not amused.
Should I write this? I feel like I should write this.
Another Cleon headcanon I have. When Claire first starts working for TerraSave and Leon is hot off saving the presidentās daughter. Their worlds start diverging.
Wage Differences
Claire almost changed her shirt three times.
Not because it was dirtyāit wasnāt. It was her favorite crop top, soft from a hundred washes. The jeans too, ripped at the knees from climbing over a fence once. She liked them.
But the motel mirror was honest in a way she wished it wasnāt.
She tugged the hem down anyway.
Probably not a ānice to see you again after three yearsā outfit, but whatever.
When Leon texted Iāll pick you up, her first instinct had been to panic.
Not because of him.
Because⦠buses were free. Cars were not.
So she typed back: No no, Iām right off the 12 line, super easy. Iāll meet you there. :)
He answered: Sounds great. Canāt wait to see you.
Like nothing had changed.
Like she hadnāt spent the last few months living out of donated gear and travel stipends while heāwell. He was Leon. Government golden boy. The kind of man who probably had an ID badge that opened doors sheād never even see.
The bar he chose was warm, loud, expensive-looking in that effortless wayādim lights, brown leather, glass walls. The kind of place where drinks came in short glasses and nobody checked the price first.
She walked in and immediately wished she hadnāt.
Leonās coworkers were clustered at a corner table, all crisp shirts and watches she could pawn her car for. They laughed like people who took black cars everywhere and had employer-covered dental. She could feel their eyes flick toward her, not judging exactlyājust recognizing she wasnāt one of them.
Leon stood the second he saw her.
Not politely.
Not casually.
But like sheād just walked into a room heād been searching for all night.
āClaire.ā
That smileāsoft, relieved, stupidly warmāhit her harder than anything else.
He looked⦠good. Unreasonably good. Hair shorter, jacket tailored, something metallic glinting on his wrist.
Was thatā
No way.
That was a Rolex.
She tried not to stare.
āHi,ā she managed.
He pulled out the chair next to him without thinking, hand brushing the back of it like he expected her to sit there and only there. āYou made it.ā
Like she hadnāt taken three buses and walked the last seven blocks because the last line stopped running after six.
āYeah,ā she said, forcing a smile. āWouldnāt miss it.ā
His coworkers said hello, polite but curious, glancing between them in a way that made her very aware of her ripped jeans, her motel hair-dryer curls, her thrift-store tote bag.
Leon didnāt notice any of it.
He was looking at her like she was the only person in the bar.
āYou want something to drink?ā he asked, leaning in so she could hear him over the noise. His voice softened the way it always did around her. āYou okay?ā
She swallowed.
Why did that make her throat tight?
āYeah,ā she said. āJust⦠long day.ā
He nodded like he understood perfectly.
Like her ālong dayā was anything like his.
He waved the bartender over, ordered for both of them, and then turned back to her with that gentle intensity she remembered too well.
āIām really glad youāre here,ā he said quietly.
And for a momentājust a momentāshe forgot about the jacket, the watch, the men in expensive shirts.
She forgot about the motel, and the bus, and the ache of feeling out of place.
Because Leon Kennedy was looking at her like she hadnāt changed at all.
Like he hadnāt noticed she didnāt belong in his world anymore.
So Iām doing another rewatch of Jane the Virgin, and I really love how the show displays class differences with the exact same phrase: āIt was an mistakeā
Xiomara was apologizing to Jane and said that what she did was an mistake. Janeās response?
āA mistake is loosing your keys,ā
Whereas at the Marbella with the Solanos, Petra says she made a mistake, and Rafaelās response is āA mistake is a parking ticketā
I really love little things like that- especially in season 1
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