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[iminaworldofpureimagination]

[cosmichawk]

It's that time of year again so here are xmas harbingers edits by yours truly

bonus:

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the absolutely Vivid reality based chronological dream i had last night. man

[jrosesposts]

It's soup season <3

[crownrots]

last night episode really got me thinking about elsa and rhaenys’ relationship, both when rhaela was alive and after she passed and rhaenys and corlys took her in (bc why wouldn’t they 🤡 … uncle daddy and auntie step mom). It’s such a tumultuous ride tho … rhaenys initially harboring ill will towards her because she’s technically corlys’ first born to being incredibly instrumental in raising her bc she KNEW her sister’s time with her was going to be short.

i ran out of tags to tag spoilers so: h*td spoilers dawgs for last nights hour of torture.

rhaenys, even if she didn’t show it as much, thought of Elsa as her own and Elsa, despite not showing it, always looked to her for the mother she was robbed of far too soon. The two argued like a parent and child might, the flew their dragons together, laughed and drank and mourned with one another.

But there was always a little sting, a little bit of resentment especially after Laena and Laenor passed, because while her only two children perished… Corlys’ child still lived and thrived and she always had to remind herself that Elsa wasn’t privy to her lineage. Only thought Corlys’ treated her as a daughter because that was expected of him as her aunt’s husband.

It’s not until everything is really laid out in the open that she’s able to let go of that little chip on her shoulder, to let it fall away so she can fully remember and realize the promise she had made to her sister on her death bed all those years ago; she has done far more for elsa than even SHE realized.

and then THIS happens … and the fact that they don’t even get to say goodbye. the fact that the last time they saw each other rhaenys was only catching a glimpse of her hauling ass north because something had gone amiss once jace departed from there. she never got to tell her just how much she loved her and loved raising her. that any anger or resentment or callousness she showed her at ANY point of her life had been ill placed and accidental. she never got to REALLY tell her how proud of her she was. how much of a privilege it had been to raise her up into the woman and mother she had become. she definitely does not see her late sister when she looks at her, but rather sees herself.

and when elsa returns, and in her grief goes to the alter by the tide pools that she’s visited far too often in her lifetime she absolutely loses it. while normally she’d have whittled a piece of wood to look like who she had lost, she stands there and just looks at the line of pieces that are already there; her mother, her grandmother, aemma, laena, laenor, viserys, luke, and her own son, rickon…she can’t put rhaneys there, she just can’t.

and in her grief and rage she destroys it, destroys the one place of peace she’s had all those years. destroys her once place of reflection and one place she could grieve uninterrupted. she rips the alter of driftwood and stone apart with her bare hands, knuckles bleeding.

it’s not a place of remembrance or reflection. it’s a glaring reminder of everything and everyone she’s lost. the empty spaces, a place holder for who might have an effigy placed there next; her husband, her daughters, her only remaining son, her nieces, her nephews, her queen and cousin, her father … the list goes on.

and all the while her dragon watches, feeling every ounce of her grief tenfold, and it’s unlike the kind she’s shared with her before. but when it’s all said am done, just like when elsa was fourteen and had lost her mother, frosteye lifts one opal wing, battle scars from them turning the tide in north still healing, and invites her under. and elsa accepts just as she did before, crawling beneath the wing, sand singing her split knuckles, drawing herself into a fetal position and weeping like a babe.

but she knows rhaenys isn’t coming to check on her like before. she knows frosteye won’t chortle and shift at the high valaryian spoken so softly and clearly to calm her upon approach.

she’s surrounded by so many, needed by so many. but she’s never felt so alone in rhaenys’ absence.

[giantkillerjack]

ur post about queerbaiting and the dismissal of people in fandom to critical analysis is so incredibly true thank you. i feel like marcille's writing in the anime has been super misogynistic a lot of the time and every time i bring this up all anyone wants to say is "well maybe this isn't for you! and you shouldn't watch the show!" like. i don't think this is about taste lmao, i am analyzing the text in front of me and coming to conclusions about the craft of it.

[This is in reference to this post]

YES!!! THANK YOU!!!!!

It is so so frustrating!!!!

It's like being at a restaurant and being served a bunch of delicious appetizers, but then one of the bread appetizers is literally just a plate of crumbs; and then when you're like, "Hey, uhh, why are we being served literal crumbs?", a bunch of the other folks eating at the restaurant are like,

"WELL HOW ABOUT YOU JUST DON'T EAT HERE THEN??!? YOU MUST NOT BE THAT HUNGRY, SO JUST FIND ANOTHER RESTAURANT AND DON'T EAT WITH US!!"

And maybe they say it politely, but "Aw, sorry, maybe this restaurant just isn't for you 💖" is just trading out an aggressive dismissive tone for a patronizing dismissive tone. It's the same message.

And it's like! I was honestly happy to move on from the crumbs once my complaint was acknowledged because the meal overall is still delicious, but then all these folks got SUPER WEIRD AND DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT, so now I find myself double-checking all the other dishes -- and, actually, you know what those eggs DO look a Iittle misogynistic undercooked!!!!

[ittybittyberryshake]

Time to see if I can somehow course-correct this toy.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Seele (Honkai: Star Rail). Listen, I used to write her and I miss her a bit, and also: there's Belobog people around. And also, well, she's much more interesting than people give her credit for. Also, prepare for some 'rewriting', because Belobog's pacing in specific ways kind of blew a little bit much.

[viiridiangreen]

uh cw fatphobia ig lol

me: i got a stationary bike

my partner's parents each time we've met since incl at the family gathering. also the entirety of my social feeds outside this app: OH YOU HATE YOUR BODY? I HATED MY BODY TOO OMG!! YOU WANNA LOSE WEIGHT? YOU WANNA B U R N F A T???? RECIPES TO SLIM DOWN! THIS ROUTINE GOT ME SHREDDED IN A MONTH! BECOME UNRECOGNISABLE! SHRINK GET SMALL FUCKING DISAPPEAR <3

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[royalberryriku]

It's gonna be 39C (102.2f) and we don't have an aircon fuckkk I hate Australian summers. Especially since, at least here, it's humid af as well.

[jackgoodfellow]

I made a new suitor for my horror-comedy dating manga concept I Escaped My Genre!

At this community cooking college, majoring in dinner theatre of course means that you must master the art of theatre AS WELL AS the art of cabaret-appropriate foods that align with the themes of whatever show you are doing!

But the college also has a vibrant student theatre scene: Phoenix is actually directing the Drama Club's production of Romeo & Juliet this spring as their end-of-year final! I wonder if Samo will try out! (And I wonder if Phoenix will end up looking romantically into Samo's eyes and finding that in that moment, all zyr carefully-curated bravado drops away, and suddenly, ze is no longer acting; ze is simply feeling, and it changes everything.)

Also, since I put so much work into this character design, Phoenix will absolutely be making an appearance in my graphic novel! (You can find my published scripts and concept art here, if you wanna make my day!)

[snoopyplushies]

officially hit the two month mark 👍 i love being in recovery.

[veryspecialfungus]

peeking my head in through the door to ask if you're winning. are you beating the salmonids? you getting that recovery? wishing you well regardless of your answer!

Thanks for the well wishes! I am actually recovering very very well, disregarding the fact that my leg is still in a cast and will be for another week and I have a Frankenstein scar across half my ankle. I was given a substantial amount of time off work for recovery, so basically all I've had to focus on for the last month is just...learning how to walk again, essentially.

If that sounds like I have a lot of free time for creative projects, well, you'd think, but my nerves are wired in such a way that my ability to tap into my creative brain is directly tied to my ability to stay active, which is not a thing I can do effectively when I can't even get up the stairs without my ankle rolling up like a window shade. So I have been playing Splatoon and listening to music and not much else for the past month. Diamond shoes complaint, I'm sure, but it's been driving me stir-crazy nonetheless.

(I have stayed stagnant at Profreshonal +2 since the Grizzco Blaster wave, which hasn't helped. I want a pretty new slopsuit, dang it. Big Run had better come through in a BIG way.)

(Oh and: Go Team Water!!!)

I guess I will finish off with some random observations I made during this ordeal:

Physical therapists get very excited when they get to work with people under the age of 65, mostly because they're more likely to listen and follow through with their suggestions.

Ambulance teams fall over themselves all the time on tight turns. They will almost inevitably jostle your injury, as if magnetized to it by the comedy pratfall gods.

Hospital roast beef sandwiches are actually pretty decent. Nothing else on the menu will be.

Hospital bathrooms are terrible. Just...just terrible.

Boomerang is the all Tom and Jerry all the time network and therefore not worth bothering with even if you need to watch something mindless. The single most comforting show to watch in a hospital room is Murder She Wrote.

If you are homebound for any length of time, you will get odd cravings. In particular, I want totinos pizza (normally I find those to be absolutely disgusting) and trolli gummi eggs (I like those, but usually not enough to actually go and buy them. I'll just happily eat them if they're there.) Turns out that the act of healing the body makes you INCREDIBLY ravenous, as does learning to walk with a cane when you've never done it before. In lieu of junk food, I have been devouring my city's supply of apples.

You really don't appreciate the ability to navigate stairs until you can no longer climb them. A lot of 70s style houses, it turns out, are not built for anything but a perfectly able-bodied person. There are volunteer organizations that will install railings, unless literally any obstacle comes up and then they will BACK RIGHT OUT AND LEAVE YOU HIGH AND DRY. NOT THAT I AM POINTING FINGERS AT ANYONE, MR. STEVENS.

[marsbotz]

rewatching nature i dont want to make one billion posts abt it so heres alllllll my nature thoughts as we go lets go wheeeeeee

[boomerang109]

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[toytulini]

simultaneously like pretty pretty please please if i give you fertilizer will you grow a new leaf? and not drop any more? and also like

god i cant believe you need fucking fertilizer. youre getting whatever is in this liquid cactus fertilizer and youre gonna be happy with it.