harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

@scndor cont from x

tormund has never had much of a need for personal space, it isn’t something you really can afford to have when body heat might be all that kept you alive through the night. between that & his naturally tactile nature he was always leaning into people’s space, a hand on their arm or an arm around their shoulders. sandor was hardly an exemption from this, tormund all but immune to his prickly nature

he seeks the man out when there is down time, not liking how lonely he appears. tormund had meant it when he had said that sandor had sad eyes & can’t help but think that most don’t see that. the see the anger, the scars, but nothing else.

he’s sure that sandor is ignoring his ramblings, it gives him a chance to get a good look at him. its not that tormund hasn’t had a chance, but there is a distinct difference between the man before him relaxed by drink & the guarded front that is sandor’s norm. tormund likes to think he’s not a complete idiot, but all sense seems to have left him as he finds himself shifting closer before stealing a kiss. his actions quickly catch up to him, sobering him up as he expects a solid smack though to his pleasant surprise that isn’t what he gets. its only for a moment before sandor is pulling away. he has to catch himself so he doesn’t fall to the floor, his blue eyes lifting to meet sandor’s dark gaze. for a moment he’s confused, he’s never seen this expression before - at least not on sandor.

as tormund stands he is thankful that even intoxicated he is still sure footed, he’d rather not make a bigger ass of himself by falling flat on his face. he is tentative as he reaches out, placing a large hand on sandor’s arm. he’s not trying to run him off, if anything tormund hopes that he will stay.

“that bad?” its said in humor but entirely at his own expense. its an out, if sandor wants it.

on his feet, sandor was incredibly sobered. mind clear of an alcohol-induced haze, but certainly not of confusion. that and a lack of experience in such a situation, and all related matters, had him standing there, frozen stiff. watched the other man rise, and no, he wasn’t completely frozen. eyes couldn’t find a place to settle. they flickered to the fireplace, then to tormund’s face, then the man’s chest after being forced away from his face.

the hand on his shoulder sent a warmth spreading within its radius. warmth and the realization that it wasn’t a joke at all. the sincerity in the other man’s words and his actions was surprising. and by that fact sandor was both relieved and confused further. relieved that it wasn’t a joke, that he hadn’t been used for someone’s entertainment. but confused, still, because that only eliminated a single possibility.

the confusion turned into a sort of apprehension as sandor considered what could have happened next. maybe it wasn’t a joke, but that didn’t mean tormund wouldn’t wake up in the morning, fully sober, and regret his action. and in that regret come to resent sandor. he wasn’t sure if he would have preferred being seen as a regret or a joke.

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okay so this is late but. 

honestly i have become so tired of this ‘puritanical cancel culture’ wave that’s sweeping over the internet and over tumblr and twitter. it’s so exhausting to look at even from the sidelines or to be in a fandom where, if you enjoy something that counts to some insulated person as ~*~problematic~*, you are viewed as evil and scum of the earth and people demand to know how you can enjoy something like that. like, maybe sharon, i enjoy it because it’s something that appeals to me and i enjoy exploring this kind of content because i love to see the progression of the consequences while not everything is cut and dry and always that good and to see how it can become better because it’s a great metaphor for how i’ve overcome some depressing ass shit in my own life. i fully believe that people should be allowed to enjoy what they want, whether that be something that counts as dark fic or the fluffiest of shit that you can put your hands on. and for that matter, what may count as horrific dark fic to one person may not be that dark to someone else.

but the thing is that there’s this wave of people out there who are telling other people that anything they enjoy that doesn’t fit into this controlled view of things that isn’t “morally pure” are scum and worthless and i have heard of death threats being tossed at people over fictional ships and fictional characters. it’s ridiculous to get that worked up over fictional characters and to attack people for what they ship. for what they read and enjoy. for just being happy to explore all different facets of life. and before someone comes in and goes “well the grimdark side of things ain’t that great”, no, it’s not. i enjoy my horrible darkfic and i enjoy my quiet fluff but i also enjoy the angst and the joy and everything else. but that’s not the point here. the point is that people are getting up in arms for what people are shipping and writing and making because it’s not “properly pure” it seems like.

and that’s so goddamn tiring i don’t know why people are clinging to it so hard. i grew up in the lawless landscape of the late 90s and early 00s of the internet. dark fic and what people try to call problematic content was just as prevalent back then as it is now. the thing is though? you were lucky if someone marked that fic as containing dark content. you were lucky if the author was nice enough to provide a summary of what to expect. a lot of times it wasn’t there beyond a vague allusion in the author’s opening notes and that was that. and you know what? it didn’t break the internet. it didn’t trouble anyone. if you saw something you didn’t like? you shrugged and moved on. you scrolled past it. you didn’t send the author death threats for writing something. you didn’t demand a laundry list of what possible traumas they had maybe been through for writing something like that. and, for that matter, not all authors have been through traumas that lead to them writing this kind of stuff. some people like it out of an appreciation for such things.

yes, being critical of the media you consume is a good thing. it’s good to look at something you read or watch and to point out flaws, to explore the nuances in it. it’s great, honestly. but oh my god stop trying to police content. it doesn’t make you look morally superior or self-righteous telling someone that they’re awful for what they ship or enjoy in fic or anything else.

@inlusttris​

❄} – ideally, nowhere. this whole thing is a bad idea and it’s obvious in the way prompto’s returned kisses are delayed, his whole body unsure of how to proceed. he’s hesitant, he’s taking careful steps not to leave too much evidence of this encounter, and there goes ravus, acting like he’s going to fucking-- who does he think he is?

        “nowhere, dude,” he breathes out, a thin hand taking hold of ravus’ wrist to pull him back, to meet his eyes and hopefully ground him for a moment. he wants to pull him back to reality where he has to remember that he’s prompto, and ravus nox fleuret can’t be kissing him like this.

@inlusttris​ asked: 💋💋💋 / from sidon