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working with kids and one of them says “you know you eat 8 spiders a night on average right?” and another goes “no no no those statistics are actually skewed by people who like eat spiders recreationally for fun and stuff” and my head snapped up like a fucking sleeper agent
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Shon Faye, from Love in Exile
Watch me take a book out with me but not to read it. only to have it as some form of comfort, a personal gravity, something that keeps me grounded like some little child with their favorite blanket
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her second wedding look…
I can’t sleep no matter what I do so I am just thought dumping…
My biggest issue with Elia’s characterization is that it starts from an interesting premise before collapsing under its own contradictions. I genuinely liked the idea of her supporting Rhaegar in removing Aerys from power. That aligns with House Martell’s interests and gives Elia real political agency. But then the story pushes the “girlboss” angle so far that it becomes self-defeating.
Having Elia actively support Rhaegar and Lyanna’s relationship undermines her own stated goals. If her priority is strengthening House Martell, why would she support a situation that threatens her children’s future? Aegon may be the eldest son, but Rhaegar has already proven himself willing to disregard his marriage for the sake of prophecy and obsession. He believes his third child is the Prince That Was Promised, so what is stopping him from legitimizing that child, naming Lyanna his queen, and setting Elia aside? A half-rotten onion is still a rotten onion. Once Rhaegar has shown he is willing to abandon one duty, there is little reason for Elia to trust him with the rest.
The story seems aware of this problem, so instead of addressing it, it sidesteps it. Elia is rewritten as someone who never cared for Rhaegar romantically and is instead in love with Ashara. But Ashara herself exists largely as “the love interest,” making the relationship feel less like a meaningful romance and more like a convenient excuse to remove any emotional conflict. Rather than developing Elia and Ashara’s relationship for its own sake, it mainly serves to make readers more accepting of Rhaegar and Lyanna.
There’s also a broader pattern that weakens many of the female characters. The women are written as so relentlessly calculating, ruthless, and “strong” that they lose much of their humanity, while the men are softened by comparison. Rhaella’s desperate desire for a child that is destructive, while Aerys is reframed as simply wanting a child who will bring peace. Rhaegar is the one cautioning Lyanna against becoming consumed by prophecy. Elia becomes an untouchable political mastermind, and Ashara is reduced to an endlessly liberated “girlboss” who wants countless lovers.
The problem isn’t that these women are ambitious, politically savvy, or morally gray. Those traits can make for fantastic characters. The problem is that the story seems to equate strength with emotional detachment, constant competence, and a rejection of vulnerability. In trying so hard to make its women appear powerful and independent, it strips away much of the softness, insecurity, and emotional complexity that make characters feel like real people. Ironically, that ends up making the male characters seem more grounded and sympathetic than the women, despite the story’s apparent intentions.
CONCLUSION: Misogyny (and orientalism) will always finds it way. I need strong sleeping pills for when TWOW is released, and perhaps a proper hobby….
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omg. mina. girl. you won't BELIEVE the size of his lunatic asylum.
i know we all poke fun at quincey's dialogue for being the most stereotypical yeehaw cowboy slang imaginable, but it is genuinely so cute to me that he actually plays that up because he knows lucy thinks it's funny
Daily affirmations:
No one will find the picture in your attic.
It's not your fault the person made of cadavers you sew together and you revived killed your family.
It's perfectly normal to enter your house climbing like a lizard.
The fact that you killed a man doesn't make you guilty, it was just your silly alter ego.
That raven who won't stop saying "nevermore" is an asshole, don't listen to it.
Your fiancé is definitely NOT hiding his mad spouse in his attic.
The big ass dog that killed members of your family isn't real, dw.
You deserve revenge for having been abused as a child, go back to moors and show them!
Go and kidnap that singer!
We listen and we judge harshly and hypocritically
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slavko vincic... what a dilf
when i was born they rushed all the nurses into the room. called the whole hospital. Here’s the baby that doesn’t cry they said
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I was a stoic
best friend alhaitham who somehow has become your designated "will this guy be a good boyfriend or not" detector. except he keeps rejecting every single one of the candidates you brought up to him with the most ridiculous but logical reasons that you can't really refute.
"you've reiterated that you wanted a man who wouldn't prioritize his career over family, and he has confessed that his dream is to become the akademiya's grand sage. continuing to see him would merely expend meaningless energy on your part."
"he dislikes your favorite color and is allergic to cats. your future living arrangements are bleak."
it's when you've finally had enough, when you yell in frustration for him why don't you just pick someone who would make a good boyfriend for me, then!ー he finally stares at you, snaps his book close, and declares with the utmost confidence: "objectively speaking, that would be me."
Hans Baluschek (German, 1870-1935, b. Wrocław, Poland, d. Berlin, Germany) - Illustration for Peterchen's Trip to the Moon, 1920 by Gerdt von Bassewitz, Paintings: Gouache, Watercolor
i need to get off tumblr i’m at the aquarium admiring the fish and my brain goes “posts that make you want to get in the water” what are you talking about. these are live fish in the room with you. what post.
posts that make you want to get in the water
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"mariposas del mundo" museum in buenos aires, argentina.
courtship with gwayne hightower
notes: headcanony mini drabble, fem reader, fluffy romantic chivalry, briefly suggestive but sfw (shocker i know)
courtship with ser gwayne hightower means a fresh-cut flower and a kiss on the back of your hand each time you meet. it means chaperoned walks through the gardens and him noticing which hue of roses your eyes linger on. it means chivalry and courtesy: he’ll rise when you enter a room even if every other lord remains seated. he’s quick to offer his arm while you walk or his hand while you navigate a staircase in your skirts. he’ll drape his cape around your shoulders if you’re shivering and make you laugh with a joke about how it’s good practice for the wedding ceremony. courtship with gwayne means dozens of inkwells drained from all the letters traded while you’re apart. formal at first: it is my hope that we may come to know each other better, he writes. but they soon evolve into longing so potent that the words seem to leap from the parchment and curl around your heart. as i write to you, my lady, i watch the sun setting over the roofs of oldtown and i long to share this moment with you. the sky’s beauty would certainly dim in comparison to your own. courtship with gwayne means your favor adorning his lance at tourneys. it means a moment of pure terror when you see him unhorsed. it means a hurried kiss to the bruise on his cheekbone when no one’s looking. courtship with gwayne means quiet hours spent in the sept just to be near each other, trading glances instead of words or touch. you ask the gods to bless your marriage, to grant you years of good health and happiness. he asks the gods to watch over you when he cannot, to give him strength and wisdom so he can ever be your devoted husband and your defender. courtship with gwayne means discovering the less ‘knightly’ aspects of his personality. he’s lucky that his teasing and his clever tongue amuse you. how fortunate i was to, at last, receive your reply, he writes after you take an entire fortnight to respond to his last letter. i feared perhaps you might have been taken captive by some terrible beast; how relieved i am to tell my soldiers they may stand down. not to mention his jealousy. you’ve barely spent a minute dancing with some lord whose name you’ve already forgotten, and here he is, stealing you back. terribly sorry to interrupt, but might i have a word with my betrothed? urgent wedding matters, i’m afraid, he’ll grin, and he’ll take all of your teasing about his need for attention with good grace. courtship with gwayne means you’re both hiding thoughts that you’re too honorable to act on. it means that when you watch him sparring one afternoon, your eyes drink in the sight of him. the strength of his hands. the sweat on his brow. it means that you pray to the maiden to forgive your lust. it means that his heart burns with barely-restrained want, that he’ll lie awake and think about your exposed neck and imagine what it might feel like to kiss the soft, vulnerable skin there. courtship with gwayne means that he will strive every day to be your champion, your confidant, your comfort. it means that he will work to earn your love. it means that even before you’re wed, his heart entirely belongs to you.
