god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?
he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.
I’ve gotten a few anons since I started doing my rereads (which is weird because I’ve done them before, it was just on my other account that many if not most of the same people interact with) but to be clear: I am anti no one of the acotar series. I genuinely like all of them though some more than others but like…guys, pls. they’re not real people ily but you don’t have to defend their honor in my inbox. I see you and I love your love for these morons but I don’t want to hear how much you hate so-and-so because you love so-and-so. You do you and I love that for you but I beg, leave me out of it 😅
Obsessed with the genre of post that's like "what if [insert headcanon that actively makes the story dumber and less interesting] 😳" love the creativity, please stop <3
Astarion is one of the first characters where I love him so much and cannot fucking stand the fandom's take on him. I cannot go into the astarion tag or I will be filled with an unspeakable rage
Like yes tokenism is Bad and does not count as queer rep, having a character on some mainstream primetime tv show be 'the gay one' is not progressive, having contestants on reality tv be 'the gay one' is not progressive, but also maybe it can still do some basic good in some cases.
My mother, a 50 something white Catholic housewife, was saying yesterday at the dinner table how disappointed she was that her fave team got eliminated from this season of the amazing race canada, and she said - in front of my kid brother even! - that the team had been a pair of drag queens. (Yes she did fall into the sassy black queer person trope in explaining this, but y'know, we're taking baby steps with her). And this isn't even the first time she's said smthn mildly positive about queer ppl! The gay intern from the later seasons of grey's anatomy? One of her favourites. Hallmark is even putting out terrible bland movies with generic white gay people instead of generic white straight people, and since she's seen every hallmark movie to ever exist, she's seen those ones too.
So. Idk where I was going with this. She still wouldn't say this stuff at the dinner table if my father were there at the time. But, I'm just. Hopeful? Yes it's (imo) terrible tv for middle aged moms, and often it's mediocre tokenism, but maybe that's a starting point and maybe it can still be a good thing. (It's not like someone like my mother is going to go start watching indie arthouse films or reading weird uncomfortable novels. If this gets her to reach out of her very insular bubble, I'm happy).
What would it be like if Jaehaerys' daughter Daenerys hadn't died? Would Aemon let their father marry them, letting Baelon have Aelyra all to himself?
mmmmm, i'm not sure about that. in the case of if daenaerys survived, she'd cling to aelyra for as long as she could. she'd absolutely directly sabotage aemon and baelon but it kind of depends on who daenaerys sees as a better match for her beloved sister and even then, aelyra has the most incredible stubborn streak. she won't let anyone choose her husband for her.
Hello, I’m Gale! I use they/them pronouns, I’m Filipino American, and have a complicated relationship with religion and gender.
BYF :
I ask that you please don’t interact with me in any way if you follow or are friends with @/lechuza-rosado on tumblr or Twitter. He was sexually abusive and manipulative to me while we lived together, and I don’t want to see any mention of him anymore while I’m in online spaces.
As a heads up, I will probably block you if you post a lot about the final fantasy mmo game or the Marvel Loki show. Nothing personal, both are unfortunately triggers of mine from living with him.
Thinking about that time when I was pressured into giving my testimony by not only my peers but also one of the religious leaders at my church even though I kept stating I didn't want to and was uncomfortable.
And then when I finally did, the testimony I told was about how I'd learned that not all Christians were good people and about how people had used god, Christianity, and their authority to hurt me and people I loved and how I was having to seperate the way they acted from the beliefs I held and then everyone looked at me like this:
I remember that I had a lot of toys which I could play with
I remember that I had a big bed in which I would go to sleep for hours
I remember that I used to watch TV with my grandma
I remember that I used to go out with my mom, my aunts, my uncle and my granpa
I remember my house, it wasn't big, but I liked to call it "home"
A home where everything was peace when no one was yelling at each other
A home where I only felt safe in my grandparents' arms, whenever my aunt, uncle and mom started to yell at each other
A home where I only talked to my grandparents when everyone else was at work, and when they were sleeping, I had to go talk to my toys
A home where nothing was the same when my grandparents passed away
A home where dad was nowhere to be seen
A home where mom was stressed
A home where I was rewarded for my good grades, and yelled at for my bad grades
A home where my mom would take care of my wounds, that she inflicted on me to discipline me
A home where they would make me forget about the bad things by buying new toys
A home where I started to become aware of my surrondings
A home where I wasn't allowed to yell at anyone, but anyone was allowed to yell at me because I was the youngest, because I was naive, because I wouldn't understand something, because I didn't know what to do or say