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Iseult: Corlant, when shall you tell me that you are my father?

Corlant: Like Darth Vader, I would have to cut off your hand first!

Iseult: I pass!

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Iseult: We have each other, a kid and her bat, what more do we need?

Aeduan: Nine to five jobs and a house?

Iseult: And a TV, the witchlands are being adapted for TV and I want to make certain that they portray me correctly.

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Safia: Why am I at an imperial court at the side of an empress while you are in the wilderness with a mercenary?

Iseult: Lucky me I guess.

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Magic

Modern fantasy: The magical system is..., a logical description follows.

Gandalf the grey: How my magic works is no concern of yours.

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Weird romances

Daenerys Targaryen: I fell in love with the husband that raped me.

Tyrion Lannister: I am in love with the idea that a woman want me, so I pay someone in desperate need of money to play the part of my lover in my imaginary world.

Jon Snow: I was stalked and sexually harrassed by a woman who didn’t care about the word no, then I had sex with her under threat of death and fell in love with her.

Arianne Martell: I will convince a man that I love him and make him fall in love with me only to use him for my political advantage.

Samwell Tarly: I gave in to my feelings for a woman when I had to chose between having sex with her and being murdered.

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Why didn’t we speak up? Why did we stay silent? . Because we lacked the vocabulary and the lens to understand what was happening. Because we were raised to believe that sexual assault was our fault – we had put ourselves in a situation, hadn’t we? We hadn’t said no or we hadn’t said it forcefully enough. . Now, though, we have the language. Now we have the perspective. It is not our fault when someone else hurts us. It is *never* our fault when someone else hurts us. . These past few weeks, and especially recent days, have been incredibly difficult and even traumatizing for so many people as we review and reevaluate experiences from our past – experiences not so different from Blasey Ford’s, Ramirez’s, or Swetnick’s. Memories we’d buried out of shame or self-preservation. Situations we’d always blamed ourselves for. . This picture is from my senior year of high school, 16 years ago and so innocent. Half a year later, I’d go off to college, where 3 separate incidences of sexual assault would happen to me in my first semester alone. I didn’t speak up at the time, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t happen. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t wrong, wrong, wrong. . I had wallpapered over all the memories, but this past week has ripped the garish flowers down. I can’t ignore the dark truth hiding back there anymore. . Everywhere I turn right now, people are questioning survivors and victim blaming – and when they doubt or don’t believe others, all I can hear is that they doubt and don’t believe me. . But I have lived with that for 34 years, and I am done. I will not let the next generation grow up blaming themselves instead of their assaulters. I have the language now; I have the lens; and I am not afraid of you. . If you dare try to blame, ignore, or question any survivor, then be prepared to hear my truth, my story, my rage. https://www.instagram.com/p/BoO9hZ1gm_J/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jlq4u4ib9t7j