#i could not do it

[notyour-valentine]

You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them

You don't stop loving someone, just because you hate them ~ (Aemond Targaryen x Rhaenyra's daughter)

(I wrote as vaguely as possible but still maybe a little spoiler warning for House of the Dragon)

There had been long standing rumours about Prince Aemond and his niece, born to Princess Rhaenyra between the Princes Jacaerys and Lucerys. These were most prominently spread by Mushroom, who claimed the Prince and the Princess, close since childhood, had secret meetings on an isle off the coast of Stonedance with the Prince even hoping to take her to wife. Septon Eustace only ever mentioned that Prince Aemond danced repeatedly with the Princess at the feast for King Visery's return to health in 127 AC until Prince Daemon decisively put an end to it. The reaction of the Princess to Prince Aemond's toast is not recorded.

Whether or not the claims are true can only be debated. What is known is that while the grieving Princess and her dragon set the entire fleet to torch, Prince Aemond refused to take flight with Vhagar, even if the young Princess and her dragon would have proved little challenge, as unlike the Prince's mount, the young dragon had not yet faced another dragon in battle. Indeed, it is even claimed that when archers took aim and loosened their arrows, Prince Aemond threw them off the battlements to their deaths in a fit of rage, threatening any other would-be-dragon-slayer with Vhagar's fire. This change infuriated Lord Borros, but with the Princeling unmoved, he had to watch his ships burn at the Princess' hand.

In late 129 AC Mushroom claimed that Prince Aemond sought to the meet with the Princess once more, but to no avail, as she had long vowed revenge on him and his brothers.

All that speculated youthful affection, however, would be well and truly forgotten when the two claimed lovers met again- on dragonback.

~ Archmaester Gyldayn in Fire and Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros

[doomordestiny]

god i regret not being active when riptide 115 came out ohmygod id kill to experience that with everyone it was so wild

[bybdolan]

love and light to my formula one mutuals but how do you tune in to the races knowing that the very real possibility of seeing a person (that you are a fan of!) get badly injured or even killed exists.

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[saracastically]

now she’s all ready for spooky season—are you? 🌕🐺

[theblob1958]

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

[myclericalromance]

i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.

[gerrykeay]

did you know there's a day-by-day timeline of the plot in the dungeon meshi adventurer's bible and TODAY is when it all kicks off

happy falin gets eaten and the gang starts eatin' day :)

[mzcain27]

I think game studios should just release their character creators online. For the times when I don’t wanna play the whole game, just the lil dress up part

[mausolealdrift]

its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website

[blorbosinmyheadcentral]

Supervised Machine Learning

[stuckinapril]

i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.

it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.

it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[chloesimaginationthings]

“I assure you Mike, it's still me”

[officialspec]

can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis