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taiturner · 1 year
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#Local Girl Scout Tries Her Best
Nia Sondaya as AKILAH Yellowjackets ◆ 2x06 "Qui"
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targaryensource · 1 year
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RHAENYRA’S CORONATION // DAENERYS’ “CORONATION” ↳ suggested by @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly
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brother-emperors · 1 year
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UNHINGE YOUR JAW
the act of translating can be a horror. acts of creation can be a horror. many things that are capable of being eaten are also capable of rot and decay so unhinge your jaw.
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Trans and Genderqueer Subjects in Medieval Hagiography, Edited by Alicia Spencer-Hall and Blake Gutt
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strangesmallbard · 1 year
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i’m seeing such takes about the baby lmao. smiling happy shauna with her living baby was in the dream world—the same eerie dream world that offered jackie warm cocoa and the acceptance of her best friend, that ghost laura lee/the Wilderness made sure lottie left. we don’t know a lot about the dream world, but we know it offers warmth, nourishment, and simplicity. cloth mother, if you will. (there’s a connection between the dream world + accepting nourishment + death that someone pointed out already, but i’m pivoting away from there right now.)
but like, we never see shauna with a living baby in the real world, trying to feed him in the freezing woods, knowing she cannibalized her best friend’s corpse for the chance that he would live. we also haven’t seen her recovering from the first birth—she could very well still get postpartum depression. in-between scenes of the dream world and the birth, however, we do see shauna as a parent to a living child; she’s resentful, she’s full of guilt all the time, she loves callie but never wanted to be a mother. it comes down to that.
shauna is an 18 year old who just gave birth to a dead baby in the most traumatic circumstances. she never really processed the fact that she’s giving birth to an entire human child. there’s also some fucky supernatural shit afoot. i think it’s perfectly aligned with what we know about shauna—and like, birth hormones—for shauna to be devastated when taissa hands her a dead baby. she didn’t want him, but he’s dead and she almost died, and she feels like not wanting this baby literally killed him. she would have likely had a real abortion back home. this is literally traumatic stress.
i feel like i’m repeating myself, but i keep seeing posts that deride yellowjackets for having shauna express any love for that baby as if the writers are promoting tradcath motherhood, when the show literally shows the psychological ramifications of forced birth. i do wish there was slightly more body horror (side note: if you’re craving a body horror take on pregnancy, i highly recommend the new dead ringers remake) but tl;dr yellowjackets is definitely not writing a story where shauna meeting her baby would have inspired a newfound love of motherhood, stopping her resentment or any other negative emotions. the supernatural elements + the adult shauna scenes work in tandem to create a pretty nuanced depiction of birth, motherhood, and all the complexities therein.
(i’m also hesitant to equate feelings about fiction to feelings about real life situations, but i do think it’s uhhhh. a bit callous? to go “yayyy no more pregnancy arc i hate babies! shauna should be more relieved smh” like we recognize how traumatized these girlies are but won’t extend that to shauna and childbirth? hmm)
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aliengirl · 5 months
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In the first day of autumn, Rhea and Blue welcomed a healthy baby girl to the world ❤️
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tau1tvec · 2 years
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Decided to name her Magdalena instead, bc it's such a pretty name.
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helaelaemond · 9 months
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50 Helaemond Kisses
day 5- where it doesn't hurt
Childbirth content warning. Childbirth hurts, and Aemond cannot let Helaena endure it alone.
"Get out of my way!"
"My prince, you can't-"
Aemond pushes against the arm that Ser Arryk has flung out across the door. "And you're going to stop me?"
Arryk looks like he's considering it, but suddenly a blood-curdling scream echoes from the chamber within, and Aemond forces his way in. The chamber stinks of blood and sweat and it's swelteringly hot. Maids and maesters flit about their business in hushed tones, looks of concern on their faces.
"It hurts!" Helaena sobs on the bed. Aemond's heart aches as he looks at her. She is on all fours, her body shaking, her stained shift clinging to her shining body, and her hair is damp from the effort. "I want Aemond!"
"He's here, my love," their mother soothes. She tries to touch Helaena, but the princess wails and shrinks from her hand. Alicent looks up at her son helplessly.
"Lae," he calls out. It is agony to see her in so much pain.
She looks around without really seeing in search for him. "Aemond?" Another contraction takes her and she stiffens and cries out in pain. "I can't! It hurts!"
It is impossible to stay away from her, and without thinking he is on the bed next to her. He kneels on the sodden mattress and touches her forearms. Helaena is shaking, but she manages to mirror his position, and grasps his shoulders for balance.
"Aemond," she weeps. "I can't, it won't come!"
Another contraction steals her breath, and her scream pierces him until it's like he can feel her ripping apart inside him. "What's wrong?" he asks the maester desperately.
"This is how it can be, my prince," the old man answers gently.
The strength is stolen from Helaena, and she collapses back onto the bed and out of his arms. He crawls next to her and takes her hand and strokes her forehead. "It wasn't like this last time."
"It hurts," she weeps. "Everything hurts."
The maester's assistant gently touches Helaena's swollen belly with a metal instrument that looks like a great compass, curved and cold. He whispers something to the old man, who nods. While Aemond tries to soothe his sister, the maester whispers something to Alicent. She goes pale.
"What is it?" Aemond asks. Helaena begins to squirm away from his touch, whimpering. Everything hurts, everything hurts.
"Where is Aegon?" The queen ignores his question.
Aemond feels anger build within him. What does it matter where he is? "Not here."
"He should be here. In case..."
"In case what?"
Helaena's spine curls and a scream of agony drowns out everything else. Aemond's vision becomes blurry, black at the edges, and the tightness in his chest threatens to overwhelm him. "It's alright," he soothes. "I'm here, I'm here."
"Aemond!" the princess cries. "It hurts!"
"Aegon should be here," the queen frets.
Anger simmers within him. Fuck his brother. He's not here, and he never is when it comes to his wife. But Aemond is here, and besides, this child is his. No one but he and Helaena know, but that's enough. So it's his fault she hurts, his fault she's now in peril.
Helaena both clutches at him and pushes him away. "Help me!" she begs. She stares at him, pleading. "Make it stop!"
It is agony to be so helpless in the face of her terror, her pain. He can protect her from Aegon and from their family who would seek to take advantage of her, he can protect her from dragons and demons and dreams, but he can't protect her from this. How terrible it is, to be hurt by love.
"My queen," the maester says quietly. "A word."
Aemond gets up from the bed and ignores the hand that stretches out to him desperately, although it makes him want to cry to do so. His heart is racing. He listens closely as the maester speaks.
"The baby is breach. We must try to turn it before it arrives. It will be painful for her."
The queen nods, but Aemond stares at the man with one unblinking eye. "And if that fails?"
"Ah. Well, it is then the decision of the husband as to whether..."
"Whether what?" he presses.
"An impossible choice, my prince. Whether to save the life of the mother, or the babe."
Aemond's lip twitches. "You'd leave this decision to my drunken cunt of a brother?"
Alicent winces. "Aemond."
When she tries to touch his arm, he rips it away. "No. There is no difficult decision. You save her, maester, do you understand me?"
"My prince." The maester's voice is soft. Behind them, Helaena screams again. Her throat is raw from it, and the noise cracks like a whip. "That is for Prince Aegon to decide."
He draws himself up to his full height, and looks down with white-hot fire in him. "You save her, or you do not leave this room alive."
"Aemond!"
He turns to his mother furiously. "There can be other babes, but there will never be another her! She lives, or they all die with her!"
Alicent has fire of her own, and she looks to unleash it upon her favourite son, but another scream comes from the princess, and nothing else matters again.
Aemond goes back to her in a heartbeat and lies on the bed beside her. "It's alright, Lae, it's alright. You can do this, I promise. You're alright, you're alright."
Helaena shakes and sobs in his arms, terrified as their baby fights its way out of her. "It hurts! Aemond, it hurts so much!"
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Only Helaena sees him weep usually. He has not wept tears of sadness often. Only in his happiest moments does he usually weep now. In her arms, feeling wrapped in her love, feeling godlike when she is with him, do tears spill from his eyes. Only she brings him joy like that.
But now there is someone else who does, too.
"I'm so proud of you," he murmurs. Propped up in bed, he cradles her in his arms, and in hers, rests their little boy. Silver hair covers his crown, and he sleeps.
"Aemond," she whispers. Her voice has been lost almost entirely, but there is enough left in her to say his name. "You're here."
"Yes." He smiles, and kisses her forehead. She doesn't hurt all over anymore. She only craves his touch, and it doesn't pain her anymore.
The maids and maesters are beginning to pack away their instruments and books, their cloths and medicines and tools. Helaena's maids flit about the chamber, and when the wet nurse offers to take the babe, Aemond bats her away absent-mindedly. "Not yet."
He kisses her forehead again, and she shifts closer to him, resting comfortably against him.
"What shall he be called?" he asks quietly. Their mother watches them fondly from her chair at Helaena's side.
"Aemond," Helaena whispers with a smile. Her eyes are closing peacefully.
He smiles against her salty skin. "A fine name for a fine prince."
"Perhaps Daeron would be envious that one uncle gets that privilege, and he does not," Alicent says gently.
"A father's name," Helaena replies hoarsely, her mind already somewhere else.
"Viserys, perhaps," Alicent replies, smiling. She doesn't understand, not really. She has eyes, but does not see.
"Aegon," Aemond murmurs. Not for his brother, nor for the conqueror. Aegon, for the son of Daenys the dreamer.
"Maelor," Helaena murmurs. Sleep is threatening to overcome her, but her hold on the newborn child is careful and secure.
Aemond kisses her forehead again and again. He nods, and strokes her damp hair. "Maelor." Our son.
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apricote · 10 months
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welcome to the family, roe & rosalie!
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high-dragon-bait · 2 years
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Okay this is a blog about a fantasy game and I’d like to rant about a fantasy trope so fuck it I’m not breaking my Dragon Age only rule technically
Anyways, remember my special interest in pregnancy and childbirth? It’s coming back again, because I’m a little sick of hearing something and that is
“In medieval times, childbirth was a 50/50 shot between dying and not dying”
That. Is not true
Think about it, do you really think if there were anywhere close to a 50% mortality rate giving birth, we’d have survived as a species? If the parent who feeds the baby died giving birth to it 50% of the time? Yes in medieval times we had wet nurses and other methods for feeding a baby if the birthing parent was unable to, but still. It’s ridiculous to assume giving birth is that dangerous without modern intervention
Do you know what the actual mortality rate for childbirth was? Back in the day? Back in, say, Game of Thrones times?
5%
And that’s a high estimate. Either way don’t get me wrong that is ASTRONOMICALLY high compared to todays rates which are below 1% in a lot of places, so it does SEEM like birth was incredibly dangerous. But birth is not. Supposed to kill you. Even without medical intervention nature itself has a lot of failsafes in place to make birth not fatal 50% of the time
And this is not saying there are no risks to pregnancy and childbirth! There are. Good GOD there are. There’s plenty of shit that can go wrong and cause long term damage that’s not fatal. And if anyone is getting nervous reading this post I’m one of the most angrily pro-choice people that are out there, that’s not what I mean
I’m just sick of childbirth being the go-to method of killing women in fantasy. Of it always been shown in fantasy as this horrific thing, I think it creates undue fear for people who may ever want to give birth (me. I’m talking about me and the last episode of ER. My god)
Anyways, the point is, it’s getting old. Childbirth in your fantasy story doesn’t have to be this horrible thing. And I AM currently working on a story where a birth goes horribly (but non-fatally) awry, I’m not saying never do it. I’m just saying think about it, so your research, and don’t say shit like “giving birth had a 50/50 survival chance in medieval times”
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sydsrichie · 1 year
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How could you made Sena that pathetic? Like I thought after you said you want to have non violent ending to dance, I was sure you will write a lot of good fucks and children popping like Alysanne but why you decided to make Sena so weak? Like, to me, you had dilemma whether you want to pull Aemma/Laena fate with her or to make her survive by some kind of miracle. You have done so great job at making her strong, only to write her as unable to make Aemond's dream of big family came true. WTF?
brooo this is the most sexist ask I have had in a long time. women who can’t have lots of children are weak? disgusting take. desperately hope you don’t have any women in your life who cannot conceive or have had difficult births if that is your attitude.
begging you to do a google search on medical history, women’s history, ANYTHING that will teach you how dangerous childbirth was before modern medicine, germ theory, epidurals, blood transfusions, caesarians, etc. it is still sadly a major cause of death in developing nations and why pregnancy is such a high risk, closely monitored health state.
in the books, targs die in childbirth even more often than other women. a lot of fans theorise it’s to do with whatever magic it is that makes them dragonriders and leaves their stillborn children malformed with dragon characteristics, or even just the inbreeding.
not that I think this ask deserves a serious answer, bc good lord that is one of the most offensive things I have read in a long time, but the idea was to not give too neat and happy of an ending, bc such a thing never happens in real life or in asoiaf. “Life is not a song”. And also just to show a deep and enduring love between two people with virtues and flaws, who don’t get their idyllic big family but are content with what they DO get regardless. I also often see a troubling association in fiction between women who are either physically weak or emotionally closed off being unable to bear children, as though not being able to have children is evidence of weakness or lacking in nurturing qualities/femininity. so I wanted to write a woman who is both strong and nurturing but just so happens to not be able to safely bear children. also just to show aemond as a rare man in this world who values his wife’s LIFE above his own legacy. the books are littered with men who all but kill their wives in the pursuit of heirs. in a way, that’s what starts the entire story of the dance when aemma dies.
so yeh. that’s a really vile opinion to go and drop in someone’s inbox. I just hope you’re very young, don’t really understand what you’re saying, and you’ll take this opportunity to go and educate yourself.
I can’t tell if this is the same person who dropped that rude ass ask in my inbox a few days ago (I think it is) but I had to answer this because it’s just straight up offensive and I really hope you can see why. I won’t be answering anymore of these though, so don’t bother!
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taiturner · 1 year
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YELLOWJACKETS ◆ 2x06 "Qui"
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fictionkinfessions · 3 months
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the fact I had a kid isn't canon. but the kid I had is a canon character. even funnier is I didn't even subscribe to this theory but kin memories went "hey :) here's you holding her in your arms after you gave birth :)" and I just went "o. kay."
anyways hi sam.
- Henry Morris (wii deleted you) #🌙🪓
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brother-emperors · 1 year
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the king and queen from aucassin and nicolette! french medieval texts have a lot of fun with gender. generally, medieval texts are having fun a lot of fun with gender, and I am having a lot of fun reading them! I did an illustration in the same vein about medieval priests and translation awhile back, and completely forgot I meant to follow it up with this lmao
edit: INCREDIBLE I used the signature for my other blog with this illustration. alas! I'm not going back into photoshop to format it a second time
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Medieval Trans Lives in Anamorphosis: Looking Back and Seeing Differently, Blake Gutt
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notfromcold · 5 months
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I had a dream last night that I was giving birth and a doctor came in and started laying carrots with ranch on top of/next to my shoulders so I would have a snack. But his very existence and presence in the room triggered my medical trauma so I was Very mean to him (with all the force of my years of cross examination experience). And then I felt bad (and was kind of scared he'd retaliate) and was going to eat the carrots with ranch in order to make peace even though carrots are a migraine trigger for me and I'm lactose intolerant.
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pyreshe · 1 year
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so when my baby sister was about to be born me and my sister went to some of the appointments with my mom bc we were v excited abt the new baby and everything and the doctor suggests inducing labor on the 20th or the 21st of april and my mom hears the 20th and is like "absolutely fucking not-" and the doctor is like ?? and my sister and i we're like 12 and 11 look at each other like oh right, she doesn't want the baby on the weed number that makes sense mom is pretty straight laced. she's INSISTANT that it's the 21st, 22nd, or the 19th if they absolutely have to. and then in the car my dad pries a little bit and she's like "no way in hell is my baby sharing a birthday with h*tler if i can help it what the fuck" and my sister and i are sitting there like wh. she didn't even KNOW about the weed thing until kitty (said sister) was like 3 and one of my cousins told her at christmas 😭 anyway happy birthday to my baby sister
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aliengirl · 5 months
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u got it rhea <3
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