#R: Redeeming qualities

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I wonder how many f/os I'll end up drawing in purple lipstick

[morgana-ren]

I'll blessedly forget that Degrees of Lewdity exists for, like, months at a time, and then I'll wind up coming back to it and end up reminding myself just how awful and unreasonable my masochism truly is when I fall back in love with Literally The Worst Characters Imaginable™

[tamagotchikgs]

sighing & sighing && sighing

[revoltinglesbians]

was enjoying how curated reddit is compared to other social media (can choose exactly what topic i want to see) and i've been using it a ton recently. but then today i go on to both r/actuallesbians and r/lesbianactually and it's FILLED with racism and islamaphobia bc two women who were attacked in halifax say the attackers kinda looked middle eastern.

[rraakkee]

people who unironically like isaacs mom are weird to me n I don't mean that in a nice way. sorry

[helaelaemond]

50 Helaemond Kisses

day 6 - on a falling tear

some time between 1x06 and 1x07. Young Helaemond, nothing inappropriate.

Helaena looked around from her seat at the top table. To her right sat her father, and to her left, her grandfather. Despite the feast being held in her honour, Father did not pay her much attention. He congratulated in front of the crowds for claiming her dragon, and beyond that he said little more, other than to lament Rhaenyra's absence.

She leaned closer to her mother's father. "Where's Aemond?" she asked quietly.

Otto cleared his throat quietly. "You should dance with your betrothed, my dear."

She glanced at Aegon at their mother's side and saw him pull a serving girl closer. Her nose wrinkled. "Please. Don't make me."

It was difficult to fight the tears. The evening was so overwhelming - there were too many people, too many noises, too many smells, and everyone wanted to talk to her. It panicked her. Otto's expression softened, and he squeezed her hand. It helped.

"Alright, alright. No tears, now. You must look happy. Can you try for me?"

She blinked and swallowed, and forced herself to smile. After a moment, it became less difficult. He returned her smile, and it helped.

Helaena was not simple. She knew her grandfather was not a good man. But he was good to her, and in moments like this, it was difficult to look past much more than that.

"Good," he said gently. "Aemond slipped away a few moments ago. I think he went to the gardens."

"Can I go too?"

He nodded once, and patted her hand. Father didn't even notice that she got up. If Mother did, she didn't say anything. Helaena curtseyed in their vague direction, and turned on her heel to hurry out of the sweltering hall and into the evening cool of the gardens.

The gardeners of the Red Keep were talented and well-read, and they kept thousands of different plants well, and all manner of life sprung from the soil. There were even hot houses of glass where specimens from the southern reaches of Essos thrived. She made her way through the gardens and did her best to avoid the lords and ladies that wanted to stop the new dragon rider and congratulate her.

She didn't want them. She wanted Aemond.

Only when she found him tucked behind one of the hot houses did a sense of calm come over her. He was sat in the gravel with his knees pulled up to his chest and back against the outside of the plant house.

"Found you," Helaena said quietly. She sat next to him and crossed her legs.

"Found me." His voice was soft. They looked at each other, and he gave her a half-smile. "It was getting a bit loud in there."

She nodded. They sat in comfortable silence for a long time then. Just being next to each other helped both of them. There was nothing like being around him, because he didn't expect anything of her. She could just... be. It was nice.

After a while, he broke the silence. "Can I say something terrible?"

"Yes."

"I thought she was going to be mine. I wanted her to be mine."

Helaena took his hand in reassurance that no, that wasn't terrible. "Why?"

"She's the biggest unclaimed dragon left. Or, she was."

"Are you angry with me?" she asked.

He squeezed her fingers. "Of course not, Hel. I'm just... I don't know what I am."

"You're sad."

"Hmm." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Above them, the sky was beginning to fade from orange to indigo. "When's it going to be my turn?"

When his voice cracked, Helaena looked at him. It was a difficult day for them both, but for very different reasons. For him, a dragon was all he had wanted for as long as he could remember. If he could not be the eldest son, then surely he could have a dragon of his own at least? He was denied all the privileges of being heir, at least he could have this one thing, surely. Surely?

Helaena wanted that for him, too. He would never be king. In her heart he would never have a wife or heirs, and perhaps he would never find peace, not really. He deserved a dragon. But Dreamfyre had chosen her.

"We could go flying together, if you like," she offered, resting her head on his shoulder.

He snorted. "What would Aegon say about that?"

"Does that really matter?"

"Yes. No." He sighed. "I don't know."

"I'm right here," she whispered. "He doesn't understand you, but I'm right here, brother."

He sniffed, and she looked up at his freckled face. Tears were leaking from his tightly closed eyes. It hurt so much to see his pain. He was worthy of so much more. She kissed his cheek as tears rolled down his face. When his arms went around her, she welcomed him into her embrace.

"When will it be my turn?" he wept.

"Soon," she soothed, stroking his back. "Soon, Aemond. I promise."

[soshinee]

there’s rlly ppl out there who hate gingamingayo (the strange world) by billlie that’s fucking crazy

[matoitech]

im focusing on how i dont like the werewolves instead of how fucking weird and bad a lot of this is but like theres a lot of rly blatant racism even from how little ive seen of it and coming from a show that loves saying Bigotry Bad so much 🤔

[petrichorium]

bs3 to me is like. Hey u know how u hate the worldbuilding of dnd and u find the gameplay stressful but u do enjoy collaborative storytelling and interacting w people and stuff? Great so like we took the parts you hate and threw out the stuff you love it’s a high fantasy setting that u don’t vibe with and it’s still got that same luck based system except now it’s all run by a computer that can’t even take pity on you when you have rolled five nat ones in a row and are literally in tears k thx have fun 🫶🏻

[loverdotpng]

my wife is pretty and I like him

[winxys]

big mouth was so

[shall-we-die]

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What is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?

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↬|Atsushi|

Atsushi’s biggest guilt surrounds his past which includes the fact that he couldn’t protect himself from the abuse and torture he endured at the hands of the headmaster of the orphanage, and he still blames himself for not being able to control his ability to prevent the abuse even though it wasn't his fault. The biggest thing Atsushi feels guilty about in his relationship with his s/o is that he’s not able to protect them fully due to the weakness in his ability and that he’s afraid he might let them down one day because of it. He constantly stresses over not being able to protect them to the fullest and that guilt weighs heavily on him.

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↬|Dazai|

The biggest thing he feels guilty about would be... the people he had hurt throughout his life, the people he had used and taken advantage of, and everything he did just to try and survive and find meaning... the biggest thing he feels guilty about in a relationship with his Special One would probably be... the times where he pushed them away or do something that would affect them negatively and make them upset...

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↬|Akutagawa|

having to lie to his s/o. knowing that lying to them is not a nice thing to do and yet in this world it feels like it is necessary. and the possibility of hurting them deeply by revealing such thing worries him. even if they would not mind hearing it, he knows it would break their hearts in a way.

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↬|Chuuya|

He feels guilty about his inability to save certain people, mainly his friends. He wishes he could have a do-over and tried to prevent certain events in the past. He feels guilty for the way he treats his s/o sometimes. He tends to get temperamental, hot-headed and even possessive. Even though he loves his s/o, he knows that his temper isn’t exactly conducive to a healthy relationship.

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↬|Jouno|

The biggest thing he feels guilty about in a relationship is his unwillingness to admit to a certain vulnerability he has since he sees his ability as his only redeeming quality. To others, he tends to put up a wall when it comes to admitting he enjoys something simple, and his s/o is often left frustrated with him since he denies the fact that he enjoys something such as their touch or comfort. He sees admitting to his vulnerabilities as a weakness.

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↬|Tetchou|

If he had to pick one thing, it would probably be not being able to fully reciprocate his s/o’s feelings. He's always afraid that his actions or words are not enough, or not what they expect or need. He's constantly worried that he's falling short as a lover.

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↬|Fyodor|

(God feels guilty about nothing) I'd say that the biggest thing he feels guilty about in a relationship with his s/o, would be his inability to open up emotionally and let his loved one to close to him. He feels like if they would learn about his true self they'll see him as a broken, heartless monster and that is the very last thing he wants. So he remains closed, keeps his emotions to himself and even when he tries to open up, he can't.

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↬|Nikolai|

He feels guilty of being a bit too clingy and being quite annoying at times with his s/o. He never wants to make them feel like they have to spend time with him when they'd much rather be doing something else! And he feels like his s/o really does care for him at times, but at the same time he can't help but feels like he's not good enough. He feels really insecure that they might just leave him, and that he’s just being too clingy or something and they don't really love him. He feels like they're just trying to make him feel happy but that they really hate the things he does or how he acts.

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↬|Sigma|

Sigma always feels guilty if he ever argues with his s/o. If arguments occur, he'll try his best to be understanding and keep his cool. Even if he's right, he'll still apologize afterwards. He doesn't want to cause any pain for the other, whether intentional or not. Sigma will often try to avoid arguments with his s/o as much as possible. He knows that even if it isn't intentional, arguing can cause pain, and he never wants to cause pain to them. If conversations get heated or tense, he'll try to defuse it as quickly as possible so that things don't escalate into something bigger. Sigma believes that open communication and compromise are essential in a relationship, and he does not want to jeopardizing that.

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[girls--complex]

hi, love your work a lot! it manages to blend coherence with layers of esoterica, in a fun & meaningful way. do you have any big influences with your style?

Writing this as a narrative because my whimsicall mind can't seem to organize information logickally otherwise

So

When I was a child my Dad would show me a lot of comics/cartoons in all different styles/eras and so I was internalizing comic book logic from the very beginning. He really liked American comix both capes and Indie stuff but was also into franco belgian artists and let's be clear my papa has good taste so I was readying good stuff though I couldn't remember it all too reliably... Also Comics Journal, so I was reading comics & meta about comics. So basically I have like a deep archetypal brain stem dark spring of mind that spits out raw comic information like a dream that I can't place until I rediscover them, and a lot of deep unremembered imprintations that R kinda roiling around under the surface #Stupidsoldier

N then I was a deviantart kiddo and a reading manga at barnes and noble kiddo, and then I went and got a formal art education and learned about all these artists that sort of did pseudo comics or cartoons but didnt articulate it that way-- The German xpressionists are a big example of this -- and also about overall principles of like scale and hierarchy and time and presence -- and also just that I really like drawin the human figure in particular :)

I'm really grateful that my parents especially my dad were actually really supportive/invested in me being an artist even though they had very little faith in my character or overall competence. so I was always doing art activities to make me better at drawing because that was like the one redeeming quality I had, a lot of household resources went into me having art tutoring or doing community classes, and I was really strongly encouraged to get ma BFA

So 4 influences well I like things that are very stylish but very specific in how they represent figure N physiognomy... Naoki Urosawa & Jeff Smith were fascinations 2 me along this line... Arakawa is good too... I feel like this is a strength of American and British cartoonists generally but struggling to think of names

My favorite painter is tied between two commies: Siqueiros, who was a Mexican muralist and chaotic socialist, really specific markmaking and texture, pathos drenched figuration, charged epic landscapes, and Petrov-Vodkin, Russian ikonographer who became a propagandist for the USSR, semi-social-realist, semi-ikonographic compositions in which space is wrapping around itself to organize human figures according to a mythological logic, flattish, very cartoons/comics aligned, strange treatment of color but all really effective

History painting overall is everything to me it really doesn't show in Coward but I think it shows elsewhere some of my other dramatic sensibility is a lot from 00s action movie shlock which I would always enjoy to go see when I was younger and was somehow fascinated with the environment of government buildings and prisons and secret operations happeningunder the surface of every day life erupting into wet violence of men punching each other

I love the movie THE RAID redemption !!!!

I learned a lot of the logic of pacing N building pages around Tezuka's work as well as FMA N Death Note I think were big 1s to teach me that logic. Tezuka is a really good artist to look at for how to compose a page that supports the energy of the events that are happening on it, not that that's something I personally am good at. Favorite mangaka for tone and environment and visual identity are Katsuhiro Otomo, Tustomu Nihei, Suehiro Maruo, Nishioka siblings, Hideshi Hino

A lot of my sense of timing is also from news paper strips tbh. It's just a gut thing to me at this point hehe , Character design is also a gut thing for me I draw a little thing and I can either ensoul it with psychosexual fixation or I can't

I was born in the hospital Henry Darger worked at St. Joe's he's an ancestor to me but ofc inimitable by virtue of GOD being his sole audience

As for the esoterickal dimensions I feel like it's all it's own post let's just say I lack the inclination and ability for systematic and rigorous study but I am really interesting in gathering little packets of information and arranging them into dioramas and the longer I do it the more packets I accrue

I want to make a list of artists on here that I like/admire sometime too but that's too much for me rn. I also suspect a lot of people R mad at me for arbitrary reasons just as I also am mad at a lot of people for arbitrary reasons so I dont wanna bother no one ...

Oh well so I'm intentionally reorganizing how I draw right now because I sense a shift in my trajectory again so thanks for making me reflect

[cumikering]

Possessive best friend Soap x reader

1.6k | angst, bullying Soap crashed your date (Part 2) Idea from @ceilidho

Johnny stepped into the quiet restaurant with an easy smile. He didn’t take long to spot you - even with your back to him, he could recognise you anywhere. His smile turned into a cocky grin as he approached the table of two, his boots thudding.

Your date’s gaze floated over behind you at his figure approaching as his words trailed off. You frowned at his sudden withdrawal. When you turned to see what had stolen his attention, you were met with the sight of Johnny.

He dragged a chair from the next table, sitting next to you and your date. “Hey, you.” He nodded, flashing his signature boyish smile. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You tried to not roll your eyes, knowing what was to come already. “Johnny,” you said through gritted teeth, gesturing at the man across you. “I’m in the middle of a date.”

“I’m sure the lad wouldn’t mind,” he dismissed. “Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I’m Johnny. What’s your name again?”

“Daniel.” He let out a nervous chuckle, shifting his gaze to you.

“Nice to meet ya, pal.” He didn’t even try to mask the smack as a pat on the back.

You sighed. “Johnny, don’t you have other things to do?”

“Not at the moment, just want to catch up with my buddy here.” He shrugged, turning to Daniel. “So what were you guys talking about?”

Daniel seemed to have recovered from the interruption, going back to his easy-going self. “I was talking about my time in uni,” he said and took another bite of his pasta.

You stopped listening, severely distracted by Johnny’s uninvited presence as you moved your food around your plate.

It was better to shut down so you wouldn’t overreact and a fool of yourself. That, and Johnny lived off of your reactions. If you kept it cool, he would eventually get bored and leave you be.

He nudged you, pulling you back into reality.

“Hey, I thought you didn’t like guys who bounce their legs?”

Daniel paused his chewing. The table cloth finally stopped swaying against your thigh.

“That’s none of your business, Johnny.” You stabbed your fork onto your food with too much force, not lifting your gaze.

“But you told me it really irked you. Just like when people eat with their mouth open,” he replied, feigning innocence.

Daniel let out a cough at the comment, the blush creeping to his cheeks.

You let your fork drop to your plate. You didn’t mean to make it ring that loudly in the room. “Sorry, I need to go to the loo,” you announced to no one, avoiding eye contact. Your seat dragged across the carpeted floor.

You were glad the bathroom was empty. You leaned it over the sink, looking at your own figure in the large mirror as you huffed.

How dare he.

Yes, Daniel bounced his leg – it was one of the first things you noticed of him. Yes, he chewed with his mouth open, even spoke with his mouth full. Yes, these things peeved - no, vexed you. But he was funny and smart, handsome enough with a light stubble, and from what you could tell, handled difficult situations well (like keeping his composure while getting humiliated by a third-wheel on his first date).

You tried to give the man a chance, clutching onto his redeeming qualities, but with each flaw called out, it was hard for any sliver of attraction towards him to not diffuse.

It was embarrassing to even be in this situation, but you had to be realistic. After months of online dating, you’d met no one you were genuinely interested in. It was frustrating, near hopeless. No one was perfect, you reminded yourself. Yet at this rate, you’d find nobody, not when you couldn’t stop holding every potential partner up to Johnny.

No one would be as lively and funny as him, as loyal and strong, and you’d accepted that. But after all these years, why couldn’t you let go of the fantasy of being with him, or even someone like him?

Johnny flung a heavy arm around Daniel’s shoulder. “Mate,” he said.

Daniel jumped and turned to the Scot, tearing his gaze away from you rounding the corner.

“Did I mention I’m Special Forces? I’m a Sergeant.” He grinned at the way Daniel held his breath. ”We bench press recruits to warm up, usually about your size,” he added, nodding to himself.

“That’s wonderful,” he said, eyes darting away.

He retraced his arm. “Och, I didn’t mean to scare you, pal! I thought we were getting to know each other. Daniel Harris, was it?”

Another uncomfortable chuckle. He hadn’t mentioned his last name.

“Hey, you still live in Brentford, right? On Clifden and Brooks Road?”

This time, his façade dropped as colour drained out of his face.

“Any plans yet for your wedding anniversary? October is fast approaching.”

He scrambled from his seat, the force rattling the utensils against the tableware. “I think I better go,” he croaked.

“Aww,” Johnny cooed, the smug smile wider. “The very least you can do is pay for the meal, no?”

With a shaky hand, he tossed a few notes onto the table.

“Och, away an bile ye heaid, pal!” Johnny snapped, shooing him away. “Yer a fockin’ disgrace, ya prick!”

With that, Daniel quite literally bolted out of the restaurant.

You took a few more deep breaths before opening your eyes. You exited the bathroom with your head held high, determined to tell Johnny to piss off as rudely as he’d interrupted your evening.

But he was the only one at the table, in Daniel’s seat, leaning back onto the booth. He smirked, brow cocked. As you approached, you noticed the wad of cash in the middle of the table.

“Where’s Daniel?” you asked, alarmed.

“Sorry, lass. He said something came up.” He shrugged. “He paid for the meal though. Good lad.”

You took in a sharp breath as you balled your fists, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Just before the first tear fell, you stormed out the restaurant, ignoring his calls for you.

Clouded with anger, your feet took you far enough up the empty street until it occurred that you were not even heading in the right direction. Daniel had picked you up for the dinner. After what had unfolded, you weren’t even left with the satisfaction of slamming your own car door shut and screaming to your heart’s content in private.

You stopped, recognising the distinct thud of Johnny’s boots close behind.

“Hey,” he muttered. He reached for your shoulder, but decided against it.

You wiped your tears with the backs of your hands before whipping to him. “What’s your bloody problem, Johnny! This is not the first time you’ve ruined my date!”

He softened. “Lass, I’m just looking out for you.”

“I told you, if you have anything to say, say it after the date. You keep embarrassing me!” You couldn’t help raising your voice, more tears flowing out. “You don’t want to see me happy, do you? I’m trying fucking hard here, Johnny! Just because you don’t want a relationship, doesn’t mean you get to ruin my chances.”

He blinked, the air still between the both of you.

“I’m sorry, lass.” His gaze dropped to the floor. “You know that’s not true,” he mumbled.

You hated how pretty his lashes looked. “No, you’re not fucking sorry,” you spat, wiping at your tears again. “What’s your problem, Johnny? Are you scared we won’t be friends anymore? I’m royally sick of this – sick of you. You’re making me fucking miserable.”

His gaze snapped to you, equally fervent now. “Me? I make you miserable?” he repeated in disbelief. ”Ye know wha ma’ problem is?” His head cocked to the side. “Ma’ problem is tha I fockin hate hearin those Tinder pings an knowin it’s nae me who’s makin ye smile at yer phone!”

John’s accent always got thicker whenever he got fired up. You never had a problem understanding him, but this time you frowned. What you heard was so outrageous, you second guessed your hearing.

“Am fockin sick of seein the lot of arseholes ye meetin, when am right here!” He jabbed at his chest. “Wha the bloody hell do all these blokes hav tha I daen’t?”

“Johnny,” you said tentatively, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanour. “What are you on about?”

“Why are you so blind to me? I thought I made myself clear,” he softened. “All these years I’ve been trying to get you to notice me, to see me as more than a friend.”

Your breath stalled, eyes transfixed on how his lips parted slightly as he heaved, the way his crisp white button down stretched over his broad chest. You couldn’t believe what tumbled out of his mouth.

For the longest time, you had wanted him to wrap his strong arms around you, pull you close against his chest. Well, he often did, but with a teasing smile as he crushed you in his embrace. Friendly – not the way it was supposed to be. Not the way you wanted.

And here you finally were, hearing the words you previously could only imagine from him.

You leaned onto him, clutching the sides of his shirt. “I like you too, Johnny,” you said against his shoulder.

Johnny’s sigh carried a smile.

First fanfic. Would appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks :)

@sofasoap

[drakaripykiros130ac]

Fact: Rhaenyra is the most competent, out of all of Viserys’ children, to rule

Putting aside all legality and morality, it is also clear as day that Rhaenyra is the only one out of all of Viserys’ children who is capable of ruling.

As for her half-siblings:

1. Aegon: spent his entire life drinking, r*ping women and bullying his brother. Otto practically ordered Alicent to prepare him to rule. How exactly has she done that? The only contribution from her was instilling hatred in him for his half-sister and her children.

Aegon himself admitted that he is not suited to wear the crown. He clearly detests responsibility and he is not very intelligent either, not to mention extremely immature. He doesn’t have even an ounce of political training, the smallfolk are not very fond of him, he never sat in on any Council meetings and even now, with the crown on his head, his mother and grandfather are doing the thinking for him. Completely unfit to rule.

2. Helaena: not much needed to be said. The poor dear is lost in her dreams and is clearly incapable of thinking rationally. I am convinced she doesn’t even comprehend that a crown was put on her head. Although the smallfolk like her, she lacks strength, rational thinking and any sort of training. Completly unfit to rule.

3. Aemond: he is impulsive and violent (I believe he is an even worse version of Daemon). Aemond as King would definitely be Maegor 2.0. While he is a skilled warrior and passionate of history, he lacks diplomatic finesse and compassion, not to mention any sort of political training. He makes a fine knight, if kept under control by someone, but can’t be given ultimate power to decide anything in relation to the Realm. And from what I read in the book, aside from his cruelty towards innocent smallfolk, he is also incapable of accepting any kind of rational council. Anyone who disagrees with him would instantly meet the sword or Vhagar. Bottom line: Aemond is a warrior, not a king. Completely unfit to rule.

4. Daeron: haven’t seen him in the show up until now, since he has been raised in Oldtown. Based on the book, he is definitely nicer than his brothers. But he does end up torturing and burning a whole village of innocent people alive simply because they choose to support Rhaenyra. He may have more redeeming qualities than his brothers, but he can be just as cruel and unforgiving, he is young and inexperienced and he has spent his whole life away from Court, so has zero training. Completely unfit to rule.

Rhaenyra has been her father’s cupbearer from a very young age and has learned a lot about the Realm, the beliefs of the Great Houses and politicking. Once she became of age, she sat in on the Small Council Meetings as the Heir to the Throne and actually expressed rational thoughts on important matters.

She is loved by the Smallfolk, married to Daemon (who is himself beloved and nicknamed Prince of the City), is intelligent, rational, compassionate, diplomatic, patient, trained in matters of politics and is the only one of Viserys’ children who actually honors and respects the interests of House Targaryen.

WINNER: Queen Rhaenyra 🖤

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

if green team stans are r*p* apologists (aegon), as team black keeps saying, then these very same people are apologists of violence against women (daemon).

This made me laugh - most TB are not Daemon apologists at all because we have actually accepted his characters flaws and do not try to seperate them from his character or make up bullshit headcanons about him. TB don’t try to defend Daemon using violence or justify it - at most people are annoyed about the scene because there was no indication in the book that he was ever violent toward Rhaenyra in particular but, as for the scene itself, again, I’ve not seen anyone in TB trying to justify or defend his actions. Most have (very reluctantly) accepted it and moved on.

Greencels on the other hand when it comes to Aegon… Greencels claim

- they didn’t see it so, it might not have happened.

- claims that Aegon doesn’t understand consent therefore it’s not really rape.

- claiming it’s not in the book (when it’s clearly implied that he sexually harassed the women in the keep).

- “we didn’t aegon’s side so, we don’t know what really happened”.

It goes on and on, Greencels will go to the ends of the earth to justify/completely dismiss a canonical rapist character being a rapist.

So, no, we’re not apologists of violence against women because we have actually acknowledged Daemon’s actions as being wrong and condemn it and that is the difference between TB fans and Greencels.

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Also of that post — why does it not surprise me that we have yet another “b-b-but daemon” person when their faves are criticised lmao

They only have Daemon to equate to all of their favs being terrible and having zero redeeming qualities. And even Daemon is not as bad as Aegon and Aemond, specially not in the book.

The Greens just don't accept who their faves are. The ones that do have my respect.