#I swear she’s the best person I know

[theonewithallthefixations]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

My wonderful most amazing awesome friend @my-name-is-mine-to-know is doing Febuwhump. And she’s so cool and one of the BEST authors I know so I think you should go read her stuff.

Go admire her museum, which will soon be covered from floor to ceiling in tapestries beautifully woven with words. I haven’t met a better writer in all of my existence, and I don’t think I ever will.

[dulcewrites]

I’m actually curious to see if, and honestly hope, in s2 (whenever that may come out. Studios pay your writers and actors) we get some sort of callback or allusion to the rumor that Jacaerys tried to convert Cregan from the old gods to the faith of the seven.

Not because I care about the gods, outside the religious symbolism they bring. I only want to see people’s reactions. Namely the ones who act as if Alicent is the first woman to ever openly practice the faith. Because I have a feeling those same people will paint Jace possibly doing that as endearing versus Alicent who gets painted as a monster for her connection to the faith. The most we see Alicent doing a redecorating her home. Mind you, not even every room because you can clearly see the tacky tapestries in Viserys’ room in ep 8. Plus we see her praying and wearing religious iconography. Things that are not out of the ordinary… at all. She’s honestly your textbook highborn noble woman during that time. She was born and raised in Oldtown ffs. What is she supposed to follow if not the faith💀

She gets seen as this horrible zealot out to destroy the Targaryens through the faith, and to me that is just indicative on how badly people misinterpret Alicent’s feelings/motivations.

People can have their problems with the writing in hotd. I know there are certain things I have problems with myself. But when can we start being honest about how a lot of the conversations that are regurgitated and argued about day after day have less to do with the writing, and more to do with bad faith viewing. People are watching to see what they want to see, not what is actually in front of them.

Anyone with an objective view of Alicent would be able to tell how much she clings to the faith for salvation and hope. She does it to feel close to her mother, and very kindly/cautiously tries to help Rhaenyra with that too. She then reaffirms her faith after 1. She (imo justifiably) loses her shit at Driftmark and feels guilty about it, and 2. Has to marry her children to each other. Something she expresses thinking is immoral in the past. We even see her cut her hair, more than likely as a means of punishment and repentance. She’s miserable and has very few lifelines to hold onto.

How that gets twisted into her being a bigot because she doesn’t want to see dragons having orgies on her walls is beyond me.

Also the idea she is trying to bring down House Targaryen is nuts, but also laughable. Because between her and her actual Targaryen husband, Alicent is the one affirming her childrens’ Targaryen heritage. She makes sure Aemond knows he will get a dragon one day. She makes sure Aegon gets Blackfyre and his namesake’s crown. It seems like Aemond, and more than likely her other kids, know Valyrian. Ironically, the most anti targ (and frankly valid) sentiments we get are from Viserys. He speaks on the doom, fears what is to come, and how they never should have messed with dragons.

Alicent ‘let the people remember the ancient strength of House Targaryen’ Hightower is not the Baelor y’all want her to be. And if she was, it would’ve worked in her favor more. People tend to leave out the part where the most beloved Targaryens (by their people) were partly that because of their connection to the faith. Ya know the thing Targaryens also practice.

[black-rose-writings]

It's frightening to me that there are people out there who genuinely believe that autistic or queer people would be happier if they could just take a pill and be "normal". Who believe that wanting acceptance is just another way of saying you want to conform to societal norms. Who think that being "normal" will always be inherently a better and happier state of being, even if its inauthentic.

I love my mom to pieces, but I'm so glad she's not responsible for my medical decisions anymore, because I would not want my life to be in the hands of someone who believes I'd be happier if my brain was rewired to strip me of a core part of who I am as a person, of something that affects every part of my identity and behavior and thoughts, because then I would be "normal".

Like, ma'am, that a horror premise. That's horrifying. And the idea of that happening your child should also be fucking horrifying.

But I guess when you believe all humans ultimately want conformity, it's only logical you'd believe messing with your brain to make you into a different, more conforming person, would be ultimately a good thing.

[twosides--samecoin]

'just wanted to see her happy' says author who won't stop crushing aforementioned character with a literary hydraulic press

[edandstede]

today’s good things #5: picked up my fully grown 20+kg staffy so she could look out of the kitchen window at the rain and hail, and she softly wagged her tail with her paws hooked over my shoulder. she asks for uppies now and again and it always surprises me because i never thought she would! i also dragged her bed to the kitchen so she could snooze there in a sun puddle while i got to work painting our kitchen doors (we’re decorating) and i text a photo to my boyfriend because she was being so cute. now she’s asleep in bed next to me and her little snores are tickling my arms and she’s taking up so much room but i literally don’t care. she’s an angel. ❤️

[sukibenders]

Me, trying to come up with a plot that accurately reflects the complexity and dynamics that are Annabeth's and her father's relationship with one another, as well as her feelings towards his new family, because while there is love there, how much necessarily? Not enough, to be assumed, because Annabeth ran away when she was seven and, with Luke's description of her in the books at the time he and Thalia found her, she wasn't in the best condition. Reading about how monsters tracking on to her scent and made her a target was the cause for many fights between her and parents, all of which was before she ran away and reads, personally to me, as a pair of adults blaming their young child, but these are also supposedly the same parents who, when discovering that she was in danger, actively wished for her well-being and, in her father's case, put themselves in harms way to go rescue her alongside her more than equipped friends, something, something, I could go on!

[shima-draws]

I had a conversation with my mom about commissions--she’s of the opinion that you shouldn’t have to wait super long to get what you paid for. I’m the opposite; I think artists should be able to take as long as they need to finish a commission, and I’m totally cool with waiting for months even for them to get back to me. Surprisingly enough I’m very patient when it comes to commissioning other people lol. Maybe I just think that way bc I’m an artist myself so I totally get the struggle. (And I also take time with my comms too.) My mom is not an artist so she doesn’t really grasp the amount of time and effort it takes, so she expects results immediately. Which like. I get that too? I dunno. What do you all think? Are you the kind of patient person who’s totally chill with an artist taking months to finish your commission? Or do you want it to be done within a reasonable amount of time, like 2-3 weeks?

[imperial-evolution]

There's something completely maddening about the way that Medea and Jason are constantly referring to each other as theirs, despite everything. Medea calls him her husband, even as she resolves to murder their kids. Jason calls her gyne - woman or wife, even as he leaves her! i'm going insane!!

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 1: Alaric

“May I see your stone for a moment?”

Fay scowled at him from her spot on the floor and Alaric did his best to suppress a sigh. It wasn’t going to be easy to gain any amount of trust with her and he knew that. Had known it from the beginning. But even the slightest bit of cooperation would be nice.

Maybe he was too old for this. Or too out of practice.

As Fay heaved herself up, he shook himself mentally of the thoughts. It didn’t matter now. She was his apprentice and he needed to get back into practice quickly. For both of their sakes.

Fay removed the small cloth pouch from where it hung around her neck on a simple leather cord and tossed it onto his desk, still scowling at him. “Here.”

“Thank you,” he said as he carefully dumped the stone out into the palm of his hand to examine it.

Noting the starting brightness of the light it glowed with, Alaric dimmed it so he didn’t blind himself. He hadn’t gotten a good look at it earlier. Fay needed it far more than his curiosity needed to be satisfied. A quick look over revealed his initial thoughts to be correct. It was indeed a bit of quartz embedded into its parent rock.

“Do know what it is,” he asked while returning the quartz to its proper brightness as Fay had it so she had it to protect her at night.

“Sparkly,” she answered slowly while taking it back.

“True. But it’s properly known as quartz.” Alaric opened a drawer and found a large piece of quartz. Freed of the rock it had come from and polished to a high shine. “Like this. You finding that was a stroke of good luck. Quartz takes easily to being a part of a beginners spellwork.”

“It was just pretty.”

He didn’t doubt that’s why she’d picked it up. She’d been starved of beautiful things her whole life as far as he knew. A little bit of something that sparkled would’ve been a perfect little trinket to stash away to satisfy some deeper yearning.

“Pretty, and practical. I’d like you to start with this for your first lesson,” he said while indicating the polished quartz. “You made your piece light up. I’d like you to replicate that with the polished bit. I’ve already used it with my own magic before, so it should be easier than if you were working with an untouched quartz.”

Fay’s expression darkened. “I don’t want easy.”

“I don’t want an exhausted or half-dead apprentice,” he replied gently, but firmly. “We are building a base for you to work from. I didn’t say it would be easy either. I said easier. You’ll still need to work to get this piece to light up as well.”

“If I already did it once, why do I have to do it again,” she demanded.

“Do you know how you did it?”

Fay opened her mouth and froze like that for a moment before closing it. Alaric sighed a little while pushing the polished quartz towards her. “The first time was in far less than ideal circumstances. You were scared and wanted light. So you subconsciously pulled any scrap of light from your surroundings and forced it into your quartz. Now I’m asking you to do it on purpose. Sit with this piece and focus on your breathing like I’ve been teaching you, and then try putting light into it.”

She took the piece with a slight glare. “Fine.”

Alaric sighed as she went to sit back into her spot. As she stared at the quartz, he watched as she at least made an effort to breathe as he taught her. While she tried to wrestle with this lesson, he pulled out the journal and recorded the conversation and the notes he had so far on Fay and how she took to her lesson.

[fingertipsmp3]

Living in a small town for pretty much all your life is like being in a sitcom that’s been going on for way too long

[moshieee]

Ew, essays :[

I miss the old days of kindergarten when we attempted to color butterflies and ate erasers and glue

-🎁

I hated kindergarten

Essays may suck but at least now I'm not the weird kid in the corner wishing I had friends

However yes I absolutely despise essays with all my being... in fact!

Achievement unlocked: you somehow found a topic moshie hates enough and on a bad day to start them ranting in the tags...

Warning there are curse words, poor spelling, and caps locks

Sorry in advance

[delicatetaysversion]

tag limit hit ho gayi yaar

[thatsouthernstate]

Andrew Scott & Claire Foy at a taping of Happy, Sad, Confused Live with Josh Horowitz at Symphony Space.

Takeaways:

Claire Foy is a an absolute gem! Confirmed.

Andrew got emotional again at the idea that a movie like All of Us Strangers would have even been made when he was younger and that he’d be able to be in it. You can really feel how much he loves this one and how much it means to him. I swear to god I nearly cried too. So sweet.

Claire brought up something so interesting that I hadn't really thought about after my first viewing of the movie -- That when a child loses their parents, obviously the child is losing so much. But the parent also loses the ability to be apart of their child's life. I guess as someone who doesn't have kids, I hadn't really thought about that. But that idea that you would have kids and then not be able to watch them grow up is gut wrenching. I can't imagine.

Claire loves the word “Surrender”. Hard agree.

Andrew hates the word “Wednesday”.

They reenacted that scene from Harry Met Sally and let me tell you…. Iconic.

Andrew has read all of the “filthy, feral” things you’ve posted about him on the internet. But he’s sorta…. Okay with it? 😂

I have to find me someone who looks at me the way Andrew looks at Jamie Dornan giving his detailed recipe of roasted potatoes. 

Andrew wants to bring Vanya to New York! 🙌🏽

[tvrningout-a]

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance. // for chiyo, from rayo! ♥

actions speak louder than words | @metrictita's rayo dances with chiyo!

they've only just finished cleaning up what was left of breakfast, the last beats of " i love my body " filling the air as chiyo dries the last mug. were lyrics sung with the utmost passion? yes, of course! were butts bumped? obviously! and the grin upon chiyo's face only grows wider as a gentle voice filters through her phone's speakers.

now in its place is something new, she sings along, meeting rayo's eyes with a finger pointed right at him. oh, she feels so cheesy. i hear it when i look at you.

the implication of what she's singing along to registers a moment too late; she tries to carry on with a small laugh, and " you need to listen to this guy, rayo! he's cured my writer's block before. " yet as chiyo puts away their mugs and hangs her towel to dry, she spies rayo's hand outstretched to her, just waiting for her to take it.

chiyo hesitates. she's not much of a dancer -- the butt bumping from earlier is about as advanced as she gets -- and she doesn't trust herself anymore. she doesn't trust her heart to not have some weird, fluttering reaction ( she doesn't understand how that can happen, how her heart can yearn for more than one person at a time. it's scary, makes her feel as if she's becoming greedy. she shouldn't take his hand. she shouldn't. ).

rayo smiles, calls her that pet name she finds really cute ( yet has never said so ). the instrumental softly swells as if to spur her on, and ah, what's the harm? chiyo places her hand in rayo's ( she shouldn't take his hand, but she can't help herself. she really can't. ).

her fellow artist pulls her closer and into a twirl that has her dizzy and laughing in no time at all. it's almost enough to stop chiyo from noticing how warm rayo's palm is on her waist as they sway side to side, or how very romantic the song really is. when he dips her and she nearly falls from being too dramatic about it, she almost forgets how much she likes being close enough to smell the different notes of his cologne and the lingering scent of cigarettes. they laugh together, and it's almost possible to believe they're just friends being goofy.

they are just friends being goofy. but chiyo knows there's more to it than that, too. she knows it, and she's trying so hard to ignore it because that's the only way she knows to get through it.

again, the music swells, bigger and fuller and brighter until it's bursting ( and how perfect a sound, how it tells the feeling of a heart bursting in a way words never can ). chiyo grins as she spins back into rayo's space. " you took my broken mel-- oh! "

as the singer's voice echoes in the kitchen, rayo lifts her up and spins, arms securely wrapped around her as he laughs at her surprise. she's thrown her arms around his shoulders immediately, butterflies erupting in her stomach, but it's over as quickly as the song is. her feet are back on the ground, she's looking up at that smile again, and chiyo's trying really hard to remind herself that they're... they can't be anything more than friends. it doesn't matter that it feels right to be standing chest to chest, nor does it matter that few others can get her to dance with such little effort. this can't become " something new. "

she likes niko. he knows that -- chiyo's pretty sure all of them know that by now, as mortifying as that is. so it isn't fair that she's doing this right now. it isn't fair that she's slowly but surely growing more and more attached to all three of them, wondering what it would be like if by some impossible stroke of luck, they all liked each other. it isn't fair to them, and it isn't fair to herself, either. she's just complicating things needlessly.

so chiyo takes a step back.

" ya coulda warned me you were gonna do that, " she says, smile upon her lips and a storm brewing in her chest. she thinks she manages to act pretty normal, all things considered... save for gracelessly knocking into the kitchen table as she turns to leave. nice. " now, c'mon! we gotta leave soon if we wanna see the sea lions, and i really wanna see those cuties. "

[blueboltkatana]

I need to be alone in a soundproof room so i can scream every line of tmnt 2003 episode The Ancient One and finally get it off my chest

[homosociallyyours]

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