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vampire-exgirlfriend · 5 months

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Let's talk about Daemon Targaryen and his resentment of Rhea Royce and their marriage

*gif by @emilykaldwen (who is so brave for watching me scream about this)

I think so many people are happy to tie it all up neatly with a bow that says "he hated her because she wasn't a Targaryen and Daemon is a racist/blood purist." There is no question that Daemon is a very proud Targaryen, and that the Targaryens (and Velaryons, to a seemingly lesser degree) are blood purists, but to reduce Daemon down to this single fact is, in my unhumble opinion, incredibly lazy, and erases some of the more obvious and interesting things that I see frequently getting overlooked when it comes to his marriage with Rhea.

Daemon was knighted at 16 and basically immediately, Alysanne had arranged a marriage to Rhea Royce of Runestone. I would say, in part, it was because they were trusted vassal lords and that any children Daemon had with Rhea would have something to inherit due to his status as a second son (which we know is a major problem with the Targaryens, who had no plans for any kid that’s not inheriting the throne). But there is the flip side of that coin - Jaehaerys' I and Alysanne's child were dropping like flies, and it's made clear in the text that Daemon was more the Targaryen ideal than Viserys was, taking after their mother, Alyssa. "Maester Yandel said he was dashing, daring, and dangerous, but mercurial and quick to take offense. Archmaester Gyldayn wrote that Daemon was ambitious, impetuous, and moody, as charming as he was hot-tempered." He was strong. He was handsome. He was skilled with a sword and held in highish esteem for these things. And by this point, he was third in line for the throne (as Rhaenyra was a) a girl and b) an infant). And if we choose to follow the idea that Alysanne would attempt to have Rhaenys reinstated as heir, removing power and influence from other male Targaryens makes sense.

So he was essentially dragged into this marriage by his grandmother as a stop gap to any power or influence that he might attain being so close to the throne, when he was still a child (yes, I know 16 is considered adulthood in Westeros, but let's take a minute to remember the hormone soup our brains are at 16), and much like women of the time, was used as a way to shore up alliance/allegiance/military backing (let's ignore that the Vale was already locked into an alliance due to Aemma's marriage to Viserys). Daemon very solidly fits the “sold bride” trope that we see so much in ASOIAF (Sansa, Dany, etc). Now add into that the weird and fucked up incest bits and the Valyrian/Targaryen idea that if he had been a daughter, he would have been married to Viserys and not shipped off. He would not have been abandoned in this way had he been a daughter; his place within his family would have been secured, untouchable. He would not be alone.

So a beloved and revered member of their family ships him off to a strange place with zero Valyrian culture, which he had spent his entire life surrounded by and proud to be a part of, always told that Targaryens are closer to gods than men, to be the Lord Consort to a girl that he had never met, who seemed to feel the same disdain toward him that he later showed toward her. Within this universe, we see so many meta posts and fics where women/girls are forced into marriages they didn't want and the rightful resentment and anger that grows there, and we don't fault them for it. Why are we suddenly faulting Daemon for that same thing? At this point in his life, the guy is basically any other child bride, forced to consummate a marriage against his will in a strange place, removed entirely from his family.

Now this isn't to say that an idiot, angry, petulant 16 year old boy missed the big picture. With Caraxes at his side and any potential children inheriting Runestone, he could have absolutely taken Runestone and the Vale (which may have been what Alysanne intended). But he is an idiot, angry, petulant 16 year old boy who has been ripped from everything he knows, everyone he loves, and dumped into what he considers some backwater town and he's not fucking having it. Which says a lot about who he is. We see in both the show and the book that Daemon is fiercely loyal to House Targaryen, to his family, to the blood of the dragon. He craves that closeness, that proximity to them. Daemon is a lot of things, good and bad, and as GRRM likes to say, "an equal mix of dark and light."

The Dance of Dragons isn't just the house of the dragon tearing themselves apart, but a continuation of the stupidity and inaction of Jaehaerys I by Viserys. Everyone was let down by these men, and it resulted in the beginning of the end for their empire (we can dive into Valyrian/Targaryen supremacy another time). Daemon and Aemma were the start of it, the first of Viserys' victims. Then Rhaenyra and Alicent, Aegon and Helaena and Aemond and Daeron.

They failed everyone around them - Jaehaerys in his inaction in choosing a female heir under the appearances of keeping the realm placated and not disturbing the inherent misogyny of the lords of the realm, and Viserys for choosing not to understand his younger brother's emotional suffering nor protecting his daughter after he undid the tradition of male primogeniture for the Iron Throne (tradition, not law) and again when he didn't have oaths re-sworn to her after Aegon's birth and not codifying absolute primogeniture.

As for Daemon, morally gray characters aren't for everyone, even as much as we like to pretend they are. And that's what Daemon is - he is, at his core, incredibly morally gray. There is nuance there, and it's important. You don't have to like every character. But you can at least try to have a base understanding of the nuance that makes them them, and not be lazy about it.

#house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhea royce #alicent hightower #hotd #jaehaerys i targaryen #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #viserys i targaryen #fire and blood

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papastarion · 8 months

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Papastarion Headcanons Pt. 3

Uh-oh! She’s at it again! (But you’re here, too, so what does that say about you, hm? 😂) This one feels very long and just as indulgent as all the others, so strap in.

•Their kids as a collective are affectionately known as “the Brood.”

•In my canon, they have four boys and one girl by the time they’re finished having children, on top of their two adopted daughters. So far, I’ve named three of the boys. In order: Nero, Eldritch (“El”), and Apolinary (“Arry”), Their last biological child is their third daughter: Phaedra (“Phae.”) I’ve got one more boy left to name, but I’m being indecisive. :)

•Naming the kids is a group effort. They’ll take input from literally anyone. Astarion even asked Petras once. (Never again.) They didn’t think they’d make it this far, they didn’t discuss baby names or dream them up before there were babies to be named. Thea’s wanted kids her whole life, assumed she would never get the chance, and never once had a single name ready to go just in case. She thought it would come to her when the time came. (Spoilers, babe: it did not.)

•Gale is not allowed participating in any naming discussions after suggesting Telemachus for their first child. He considers this a fair point in hindsight. He gets to keep his uncle privileges, though, and he loves all his honorary nieces and nephews just as much as the other members of their little troupe do.

•Karlach (once her engine’s fixed) thinks they should all be named Karlach. When it seems impossible to agree on a name or come up with one at all, it is very tempting.

•Astarion and Thea didn’t expect it to be possible to have any biological children, but once they adopt the girls, and then when Nero comes along, they both discuss what they would like their family to look like. Astarion strikes me as an only child, and Thea came from a very messed up family dynamic (Bhaal aside), and they mutually agree they wouldn’t mind having a bigger family, if it works out. (“Your eyes? My hair? Our genetics would be lethal, love.”)

•For all the hassle, they always manage to land on the perfect name, in Astarion’s very unhumble opinion. And for all the hassle, too, he wouldn’t trade those nights where Thea can’t sleep because she’s thinking too much or can’t get comfortable where they’ll nestle up together and talk over their options while feeling this poor person they can’t name move around.

•They didn’t want to name their kids after anyone, either. There are precious few people between them who deserve that honor, and they mutually agree it feels right to give their children names unencumbered by any legacy.

•Astarion’s parents are very much alive in my mind. For personal context: his father is a high elf and his mother is a wood elf, bit of a star-crossed thing going on with their backgrounds. His father is a highly-esteemed magistrate named Gildersleeve but he goes by Sly, his mother is a woman named Orianna who loves nothing more than playing high society while the nobility of Baldur’s Gate are scandalized by her. After Astarion’s death, they both became very withdrawn from social activity, though Sly continued his council duties. They never thought they would know what happened to their son after his murder, let alone that he would come home to them again, married, and that they would be grandparents in the not too distant future.

•They dote on their grandchildren, adopted and blood alike. There’s no difference to them. More than once, Sly has walked into a day of legal work with a six month old dhampir on his hips because Thea and Astarion needed a babysitter, and what’s he going to do? Not spend time with one of his grandkids? Not Gildersleeve.

•Astarion has learned how to do hair over the course of his life and unlife. He would do his sisters’ after Cazador’s torment left their hands shaking and unable to properly finesse their braids back into place before entertaining a new guest. He picked up even more styles from Thea and their first adopted daughter along their little tadpole adventure. So, of course, he helps take care of his kiddos hair, too. There are full on (affectionate) fights about who can do it the best.

•Obviously not one for rules or social standards, Astarion is absolutely there for each labor and delivery. He doesn’t like seeing Thea in pain (anymore), but her discomfort outweighs his own. He and Thea are partners, equals in all things. The very least he can do for her is be by her side, if she wants him there (and she absolutely does), and the rest of the world can be damned. It’s a stupid “rule,” in his opinion, anyway.

•He watches all five kids come into this world he had a small hand in saving, and he’s grateful everyday that some trick of fate found him deserving of such an honor. He’ll always have his scars and his nightmares, but every last night spend under Cazador’s thumb is a little more distant any time he holds little Nero, and when he gets to teach El how to read, and when Mina laughs, when Thea asks for his hand so he can feel one kick. They’re all priceless to him, worth every terrible night.

•On a lighter note to end this one: Astarion is the one who patches up any clothes that get torn in the throes of playing (or teething.) He likes to put little inscriptions in hems for the kids to find, because he’s turned into a sentimental and mushy fool, and he doesn’t mind a bit.

#utterly obsessed with my stupid little indulgent family for them #he would be a good dad non-Ascended I don’t make the rules #but I do make the headcanons here #Astarion #Papastarion #my Tav #Thea #the Brood #bg3 spoilers

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liminsendhelp · 2 months

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Don't pet the flea cat

Price×f!reader

Tags: slight description of reader (chubby, muscular, strong, denying gender as a concept), possibly slightly sociopathic/autistic reader, profanity, denial of authority, evil scientist on the way to becoming.

tags and warns are the same as in the last post, srry, I don't have time to make it more civilized and readable.

Enjoy

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Since you're an adult with an immense ego lying in the depths of the ocean, you accept the challenge.

You can be quite social. Even with animals.

Before lunch (you noticed this back in the first week) there was always smoke coming from one of the cubbyholes.

The recruits smoked there quietly, after training, as if they really believed no one knew about it.

You left your dressing gown in the office, appearing to Dr Moon in all your immediate black-as-fuck guise.

So you were less conspicuous for sneaking up on smokers after all.

"Got a cigarette, soldiers?"

The one on duty last night flinches. He snorts when he sees your nonchalant face. His aggressive friend scowls.

"Smoke your own."

"No lighter either?"

"Are you stupid?"

"No, you're confusing me with someone else."

Your face is the dark smooth water of the Bermuda Triangle. He's lost and uncomprehending looking at you.

There's a rustle of some kind off to the side. You take out a packet of cigarettes and shove one of them into his hand.

You light the other one defiantly with your 'not working' lighter.

"Stop pouting. Maybe I liked you and you're chasing me away."

"Oh, don't give me that fucking shit."

"Why? Maybe I have a fetish for stuffed cabbage."

"A what?" Raises an eyebrow at the aggressive soldier. Your cigarette has already travelled to his pocket.

"It's mincemeat in a lettuce leaf." Smirks the third soldier.

Conversation. It's a thing people have been bugging you about for years.

You're an expert at talking if you don't like someone.

So half an hour later, you're sitting with the recruits at the same table while they laugh off your insults in their direction.

They feel unhumbled just because every name-calling from you is incredibly stupid. If someone tries to take offence or starts responding to you, it looks so stupid that the aggression immediately ends with a new wave of laughter.

"What the fuck do you need science for? You're a clown."

"I decided not to take your job. I could never resist natural talent."

He's immediately repelled by the next one.

"You know what they say about people who talk too much? That they're good targets with legs."

"I'm really glad you're in such demand."

"You'll get one of us to beat you to death."

"Taking after your stepfather, Chad?"

"If I were you, I'd-"

"If I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut all day long. You have such a pretty mouth when you don't talk, baby."

Someone whistles under your ear. Quietly, so as not to attract any more attention than they already do. The last of the defeated soldiers blushes, seems about to respond, but is already driven back. The next ones lunge forward, waiting for their portion of shit on their heads.

It's so strange how they're all annoyed and fascinated by you at the same time. Little rats in a cramped cage around a shabby cat.

"What do you think of my mouth?"

"Capacious. Next."

"And with those lips you suck your father's dick?"

"I don't think that would be possible."

"He's dead? That's a shame."

"Didn't give me anything but heartburn, either." You tapped yourself on your stomach, grinning. "But I did feel better after I came home and snacked on your mum. Say hi, son."

After five minutes, everything subsides. One of the soldiers with a name you were too lazy to remember gently claps you on the shoulder, ducking down.

"The lions are in the enclosure."

You crane your neck in the direction everyone has abruptly turned away from.

"Why the reaction?"

"Do you realise who this is?"

"A very successful and respected unit. But you're fighting puppies here too, aren't you?"

You're pinched and turned towards the plates.

"They might not do anything to you, but we had an entire squad run from breakfast to dinner for one fucker staring at Ghost. Not that we weren't used to that, but the ones who collapsed from overexertion were fired."

Yeah. The taciturn cretin has a sense of humour. Plus point for him, minus five for the soldier who clearly isn't telling the whole story.

"Couldn't agree more with his methods. Especially since it worked. But 'not staring' and acting the way you do are different things."

He rocks and eats in silence. You turn around again and catch Price's gaze.

You raise an eyebrow. He nods.

You get up from your seat. Five seconds later, you slam the bars of the cage shut. A dray cat in an enclosure with lions.

"You eat the delinquents?"

Ghost watches you the same way he did the entire time you walked to their table - blank and black eyes. The question was asked into the air to probe the atmosphere at the table. You suspected that each of them was not far removed from their subordinates in their sense of humour. To insult them directly you could not, unfortunately.

Instead of the expected ignoring, at most a chuckle from Price, you get a greasy Manchester accent in your ears. The cloth mask moves in time with the movement of his mouth.

Skull. Really? You hadn't noticed.

Is he goth or emo?

"No. Just killing."

"What do you do with the teeth?"

"We pull them out and store them until we run out of bullets."

"Can I have a couple of dozen? Preferably rotten ones with holes in them. They make good necklaces."

Wow, they're all so much the same in this eagerness to fight even as a joke.

You don't notice yourself leaning closer to him in response.

"Are you a dentist?"

"I'm a scientist. But I've dissected a couple of corpses. Would you like to be a test subject?"

"Do I get a lab coat?"

"Yes, you can even sign it. You know how to do that, don't you?"

"How trivial. And this is a man of science?"

You have identical grins on your faces. You pull back the same way, in unison.

"John Soap McTavish." He holds out his hand.

"Your boss's boss in five years." You extend your hand in return.

He snorts, but accepts that wording. You shake hands, trying to break each other's palms. At some point, you stop moving your hands, just squeezing your fingers on each other's hands. Your chapped skin turns white from the force you exerted, your face remaining calm. You stare into Soap's eyes with the certainty of your failure, making you angrier and darker than you were a moment before.

His palms are larger, and he tries to take advantage of this by pressing on the pain point with his thumb. But you're already there, pressing your thumb into his muscle. Soap doesn't react. His grip on your limb has cut off the blood supply, you feel a slight numbness, but you're stubborn. You can't back down.

"Will you stop?" Price's low, husky voice almost makes you listen. Fucking shame.

"She's first."

You snicker. Nope, fuck no.

Abruptly pulling his palm towards you, you lean in with your tongue out. Before you can touch his skin, Soap releases you with a nervous chuckle. Thankful that he has a modicum of squeamishness in him. You're sure the same Ghost would let you lick his hand all you want.

Would have let me lick Price?

What.

As Soap wipes non-existent saliva from his palm on his trouser leg, a fourth man begins to speak.

"You're rabid, aren't you?" His hair is dark and curly, his eyes like a cow's, understanding. He examines you, rough, dishevelled. You probably do smell wild. But he nods anyway and holds out his hand to you. "Gas."

Your eyebrow flicks upwards. Before you ask which Autobot his father slept with, he gives you the full version of the name.

"Kyle, Garrick."

You nod and release his hand after a brief handshake. Soap looks indignant. I wonder how much more indignant he'd be if you hadn't restrained your urge to tell Gaz how handsome he is by the dog's standards.

"Ghost." Burps Manchester across from you.

"I know."

That's it. There's no more greeting to be had.

You look around at them all, forcing yourself to let go of all your clamps and shyness. You're equal. Not in the front, not in the back. On the side. They're just the biggest piece of meat you've ever tried to bite off.

"Analysing mental and physical changes in groups of individuals involved in combat. Draft title of my future article. Depending on the amount of information, the study period may include data from 2 to 15 years. If you are consenting, you will only be required to be interviewed on agreed questions about your well-being." Access to medical records is not their concern. They have no voting rights here, and you hope they realise that.

"Agreed to by whom?"

"First with my superiors, then with yours. Then…" You look meaningfully in Price's direction. "Supervisory concurrence. Your status protects you from my scientific hunger. Naturally, everything is anonymous. If this work ever sees the light of day, which I hope it does, it will be in as abridged and polished a state as possible."

"Then why?"

"Developing more effective rehabilitation programmes. Strengthening the psychological care staff for active military personnel. That's just as an example."

"No. Why would you do that?"

You stare into the black hole of his eyes. Lie or half-tell? All at once.

"I don't like losing opportunities that lie in front of my nose. You have interesting brains, and I want to understand them. Violence is in human nature, but you touch the most perverse part of it almost daily."

"The truth."

You tilt your head to the side. Interrupted, rebuked for lying. Truthful, but, it doesn't take away from your irritation. It's like your face is sharpening. A truly insulted cat.

"Okay. I got knocked over with the first sentence. With no explanation."

"Subject?"

"Rape."

There's no reaction at the table. At that moment, the silence around you, the obvious observation of dozens of pairs of eyes, becomes even more obvious and louder. You're genuinely surprised. No negativity, no derision.

"I realised the odds of consent were slim. But I couldn't help but check. Such 'projects' - if they have the good fortune to be realised in any way - are always investigations, private. Uncovered on the spot, destroyed on the spot. And I wanted, still want, to gather information, opinions, confessions. In an anonymous form. Bottom line, I'd put it in front of them," You look up meaningfully for a second, "like the charred cross of Christ, for edification." You clench your jaw, forcing yourself to drop your shoulders and exhale. Your tone doesn't rise for a second, but the mask of biting friendliness has come off completely. Two pairs of equally empty eyes. You spoke even quieter. "And I can't be penalised for taking the initiative, I'm in a safer position. As someone outside the system."

Ghost hummed.

"You want to do one study under the guise of another?"

"One would be enough with my head. But, yes, if I can."

You feel questioning waves of looks from Pryce, sitting to your left. You can't call his surprise ostentatious, but there are signs in the way his breathing becomes a little quieter, more focused, the way his head tilts.

A captain should know his soldiers. And he did, so he didn't expect any interest from Ghost. You can't disagree.

And you can't help but push.

"So?"

Ghost nods slowly. Brilliant.

In addition to you winning it, bonus goes to the other two. If you get the hierarchy right, the smaller tanks will follow those three in a string of smaller tanks.

pls write a review, tell me how bad this is and why I should stop writing. love kisses. punch heart like you've wanted to punch your dad for a long time

#limin #price x reader #price #john price #tf 141 #captain price #captain john price

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aegons-queen-rhaella · 1 year

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Although i was neutral regarding both teams in the book. I can't help but notice how the show is fucking biased against Aegon ii in unbelievable degree, they didn't only make him the most evil/repulsive character so far but also they make him pathetic and a coward??? Like Aegon ii is anything but a coward . One of the consistent traits of Aegon in the book are his bravery and impulsiveness. How did Sara and Ryan interpret fighting in your battles by yourself, get severely injured yet keep fighting as cowardice?? There was no need to portray Aegon as a coward who hides behind his mother (tbh the whole scene of Rhaenys was unnecessary)

I honestly don't know how the writers/show runners interpretation of Aegon came out to be a pathetic, rapist, coward. The man fought for his crown unlike a certain someone. I don't know how they are going to do a redemption arch for him but honestly I don't think he will be getting one. That ship sailed when they turned him into an incompetent fool.

In the idiotic dragon pit scene they should have made Aegon step infront of his mother to already plant the seeds that he is no coward and wants to protect his family, not run away or hide. I mean they planted it when Aegon basically said to Viserys "I don't give a fuck, just look at Jace and Luke they are clearly bastards". But nooo they stepped all over that seed and gave us what he is now.

Sara Hess, in my unhumble opinion, has her hands all over Aegon's character assassination.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #team green #aegon targaryen #hotd #helaena targaryen #sara hess #fix aegon #character assassination

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dragongodryss · 6 days

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Rogue headcanons (featuring Sabertooth) (Part 1)

Likes frogs (very normal about the frogs)

Can draw, but will only draw frogs, unless he's seen a really cool butterfly or something recently.

Can draw insanely detailed backgrounds for his frogs. He can draw anatomically correct frogs, if he really tries. He chooses not to. Because frogs are supposed to be fun. Either he scribbles a bunch of vaguely froglike creatures onto a sheet of paper or he scribbles a vaguely froglike creature and draws a comically detailed background. Sting thinks it's hilarious.

He gives Frosch the sheets with a bunch of frogs so she can make comics out of them. He insists that they are highly moving. They are nonsensical at best and incomprehensible at worst, in Minerva's unhumble opinion. Sting and Lector understand them fine. (50/50 chance, but they aren't going to tell Frosch that)

He chills on top of wardrobes and other hard to get places sometimes. Just because he can. Who's gonna stop him?

He has a house key, but doesn't use it when he's alone. He doesn't need to.

He is scarily quiet. Like, metal boots, can sneak up on anyone who isn't a dragonslayer quiet.

He can pick locks. He doesn't need to, ever. But he can do it.

He is simultaneously the best and worst on his team at reading social cues. Don't ask how. He doesn't know. He has the easiest time telling when someone is annoyed, but is the worst at telling when someone is joking.

He gets surlier around large groups of people because he can hear all the noise they make, but unlike Sting, he can't seem to tune it out.

He will not touch bitter food.

He wears his bangs the way he does in part because they take some of the glare off the sunlight. He's pretty sure they do, anyway.

He can see in the dark, but needs time to adjust to changes in light. That's the second reason he has the bangs. When the lights go out, he tucks them behind his ear and closes the normally visible eye until it adjusts. Until then, he can still see.

The third reason is that Sting and Frosch said his hair looked cool the first time he wore it that way and he hasn't looked back.

Rogue sometimes uses his Dragon Force when it's raining to avoid getting wet. 1) Because he wears a lot of clothes and they add a lot of weight when they are soaked. Also they cling to him and he hates it. 2) If his lacrima doesn't make him stronger than Gajeel or Natsu or Laxus, then he might as well find other uses for it. 3) Because fuck you, that's why!

He has autism. Not the science genius kind, the kind that makes you draw 100 frogs in one sitting. He doesn't actually know that much about frogs. He just thinks they're cool.

His record for frogs drawn in one sitting is 267. Sting keeps track. Rogue does not know that he keeps track. Sting insists that that would corrupt the database. Rufus calculates the average frogs per sitting.

He and Yukino are the only ones who can consistently get away with directly sassing Minerva. Yukino because Minnie likes her and Rogue because she either really really had it coming or more often because she's not sure he meant it that way (he does about 77% of the time.) Sting and Rufus are counting. He doesn't know about that either. If he did he'd suggest they get a hobby. Yukino knows and finds it funny. Minerva doesn't know because Sting likes Rogue's face where it is. Orga tries to corrupt the database by dropping veiled insults in casual conversation and hoping Rogue will repeat them. Dobengal knows he does this and annotates the instances where he uses those insults accordingly.

Rogue and Yukino drink ice tea (store bought) out of a teapot and teacups. Yukino does it because it makes Rufus squirm and Rogue did it the first time he drank ice tea (poured it from the bottle into the pot) and Sting thought it was funny and so did everyone who found out, so no one corrected him. He doesn't drink a lot of ice tea though, so Rufus hasn't corrected him yet.

Rogue speaks dravic/draconic/whatever you wanna call it and Fiori/Fiorean/whatever. He also understands several other languages that he can't really speak from before he joined Sabertooth.

He doesn't commit crimes if he can avoid it. That includes property damage. As a result, he has decent savings (not having your reward docked will do that for you, Sting!)

Rogue saw Orga give Yukino a piggyback ride once and totally doesn't want to try. That would be absurd. Why would he want Orga to give him a piggyback ride? Yeah, it would be fun, but- Good grief! He wants a piggyback ride. He'll never admit it, let alone ask for one.

Rogue considers Skiadram to have been a good parent. When Yukino asked him and Sting what kind of parents ask their five-year-olds to kill them, he stormed off. Not ready to unpack that today. When he found out that Skiadram altered his memories, he went to Yukino and treated it like a gotcha moment. Yukino told him that was worse. Sting, meanwhile, is a bit disillusioned with Weisslogia's parenting skills. He's not sure if it's better or worse than what Natsu, Gajeel and Wendy's parents did, just that it's not stellar. Rogue simultaneously supports Sting in his stance and fervently defends Skiadram by use of mental gymnastics that rival his physical capabilities.

Rogue is scarily flexible. He rarely uses it for anything, but occasionally he'll bend over the wrong way (backwards) to pick something up. He does it rarely enough that his guildmates largely forget he can do that and get heart attacks every time. One time Saber got five different property damage complaints in the same day and Sting dropped the papers so he did the thing (While all six were in the office) and was like 'I keep having to bend over backwards to pick up after you lot.' and Orga choked so hard Rogue had to do the Heimlich maneuver on him.

He has decent medical skills. Out of the dragonslayers, he's the second-most reliable medic after Wendy.

He likes chocolate a normal amount.

Will add more later

#rogue cheney #sabertooth guild #sabertooth #fairy tail #sting eucliffe #yukino aguria #long post #fairy tail headcanons #warning #bad puns #only one #near the end #incorrect quotes

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salamanderinspace · 7 months

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birthday

I like to eat something unusual on my birthday so I bought these dried Zante currants. They're really good, sweeter than raisins, and the texture is very strange. It's like eating dirt but in a good way.

Husband got me a zoe bread t-shirt as a gift and he even wrapped it and put a bow on. I'm feeling very loved.

Tonight we'll probably get take-out but I haven't decided what yet. The weather is clear and autumnal but a wintery wind is kicking up. It smells like ice and snow and feels very cold. My birthday is often the date of the first snow.

I don't know if I'll go to the club or not. I appreciate the intention of all those posts that are like "your 30s are not old!!!" but for me, in this body, 37 is old. 37 is elderly. I am past the part of my life where I worked full time. I can't walk a mile without messing up my hips and I go to bed at 8pm. My pets are in their golden years. And I don't mean to be unhumble but I've had the privilege to live about a hundred times more than most people do by my age. I got to travel and make art and make mischief for many years. I am content with my witheredness.

Of course anything could happen in the future.

#personal #wheel of the year

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Every time a character is revealed to dye their hair regularly and their natural hair color is not revealed, it's like, a weird habit of fandom to headcanon them a redhead. If not that, then it's usually blonde. Maybe it's because dark roots are a little more noticeable irl and you see it more often because there are so many people with darker hair, so it feels like the more obvious or cliche choice?

But I very very rarely see light brown at all if hair color isn't confirmed, which is a little disappointing. Maybe I'm just not seeing enough works in which hair color is not confirmed for a character. It is basically the rarest thing to not be solidly confirmed. Even if the skin color of a character is unspecified, hair color and style usually will be, which I kind of understand on a cultural level but on a strictly logistic sense, people tend to have more skin than hair (various adaptations of Rapunzel being exceptional in that regard)

I'm conclusion Gerard Keay has dull, light brown hair in my completely unhumble, arrogant as the Eye is curious, opinion. When he was an early teen he dyed it either bright red or blue (always the colors fourteen year olds talked about dyeing their hair back when I was one of those), decided he hated it and slapped some black dye on top of it. Since then he's decided it's easier to slap more dye on once in a while than get shitty box dye (that occasionally looks kinda green and he can never seem to apply evenly) out of his hair, and he doesn't want to cut it or have that stark line from mousy brown to black on his head.

#gerry keay #tma #Headcanon #Hair dye #Based on my own experience with dyeing my hair to hell and back #If you don't know what you're doing or don't have decent products your results can be very exciting #Gerry probably doesn't know what color remover is #And doesn't want to bleach his hair either #Which is fair #I bleached mine a good three to five times #Memory issues lol #Where the bleach touched straight up just frayed and broke off a couple days later #Was just the ends though #So it was just an impromptu trim for me

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What is the first book for the dark forest War?

Im gonna assume (very unhumbly) this is about the proposed po3 rewrite and uhhhhhh. I think the war with the DF should have been handled in a spiritual metaphysical way and not have the spirits of dead cats come back to life but im not about to start posting about my religious views on a fucking Cat Blog so like lets keep Oots the same. Oots is the scruffy mutt from the streets of bradford with horrific mange and missing a leg, hes fucked up but we love him still

#i have. come to an incredibly fucked up realisation about the true meaning of the wc series #you know how they say schizophrenics see patterns that arent there? well. moonrise was inspired by 9/11. a rogue in sunrise is called jingo #the erins wrote a short story about the us election. there is an ultimate big bad enemy. tldr tnp-oots is about the 2000s prove me wrong

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The Poor Man's Evening Portion

by Robert Hawker

Thursday, 3rd November, 2022

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord." - Isaiah 55:8

My soul, hast thou ever considered the blessedness in this verse, as it concerns the great work of salvation? Ponder over it, this evening. There is nothing, perhaps, in which there is a greater and more striking difference than there is between our crude and contracted notions of redemption, and the perfect and unerring thoughts of Jehovah on this point. Our conduct towards each other is so limited on the score of pardon, that though we may forgive a first or second offence, yet if it be repeated too many, nature revolts at the offender, and seems to take a kind of justification ,in withholding any farther acts of clemency. Hence; we frame the same standard to judge by, concerning God. But with God, abounding sin calls forth abounding grace, and, like the tide, riseth above high water-mark, yea, overflows all the banks and surrounding ground; so much so, indeed, that it covers the mountains, and "If the sin of Judah be looked for, it shall not found." Hence the prophet, in a transport of holy joy and triumph in the contemplation, cries out, "Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? He retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy. He will turn again: he will have compassion upon us: he will subdue our iniquities; and thou will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea," Micah 7:18-19. How truly blessed, then, must it be, to carry ’the same kind of reasoning concerning God into all the departments of thinking, in relation to himself and his dealings with us. Think as highly as I may be able concerning him, I must fall infinitely short of what he really is, both in the nature of his existence, and in all his dealings with his creatures. In those points where he hath been pleased to reveal himself, I cannot err. But if I attempt to go farther, the bar to inquiry stops my way, and this sweet verse stand for a memorandum to inform me’: "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord." Now grace rejoiceth in this discovery, while proud unhumbled nature revolts at it. Say, my soul, dost thou feel delight in such views of Jehovah? Is it blessed to thee, that in all thy Jesus hath taught thee, he hath brought thee to see more and more thy nothingness, thy littleness, and the Lord’s all-sufficiency? Surely it must be divine teaching alone that can create joy in the heart, when such discoveries are made which tend to humble the creature and exalt the Creator. Blessed be the Lord, who teacheth me to profit!

#Robert Hawker #The Poor Man's Evening Portion #devotional #Isaiah 55:8 #November 3 #2022

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Job 13 Bible Commentary

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Job reproves his friends. (1-12) He professes his confidence in God. (13-22) Job entreats to know his sins. (23-28)

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With self-preference, Job declared that he needed not to be taught by them. Those who dispute are tempted to magnify themselves, and lower their brethren, more than is fit. When dismayed or distressed with the fear of wrath, the force of temptation, or the weight of affliction, we should apply to the Physician of our souls, who never rejects any, never prescribes amiss, and never leaves any case uncured. To Him we may speak at all times. To broken hearts and wounded consciences, all creatures, without Christ, are physicians of no value. Job evidently speaks with a very angry spirit against his friends. They had advanced some truths which nearly concerned Job, but the heart unhumbled before God, never meekly receives the reproofs of men.

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Job resolved to cleave to the testimony his own conscience gave of his uprightness. He depended upon God for justification and salvation, the two great things we hope for through Christ. Temporal salvation he little expected, but of his eternal salvation he was very confident; that God would not only be his Saviour to make him happy, but his salvation, in the sight and enjoyment of whom he should be happy. He knew himself not to be a hypocrite, and concluded that he should not be rejected. We should be well pleased with God as a Friend, even when he seems against us as an enemy. We must believe that all shall work for good to us, even when all seems to make against us. We must cleave to God, yea, though we cannot for the present find comfort in him. In a dying hour, we must derive from him living comforts; and this is to trust in him, though he slay us.

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Job begs to have his sins discovered to him. A true penitent is willing to know the worst of himself; and we should all desire to know what our transgressions are, that we may confess them, and guard against them for the future. Job complains sorrowfully of God's severe dealings with him. Time does not wear out the guilt of sin. When God writes bitter things against us, his design is to make us bring forgotten sins to mind, and so to bring us to repent of them, as to break us off from them. Let young persons beware of indulging in sin. Even in this world they may so possess the sins of their youth, as to have months of sorrow for moments of pleasure. Their wisdom is to remember their Creator in their early days, that they may have assured hope, and sweet peace of conscience, as the solace of their declining years. Job also complains that his present mistakes are strictly noticed. So far from this, God deals not with us according to our deserts. This was the language of Job's melancholy views. If God marks our steps, and narrowly examines our paths, in judgment, both body and soul feel his righteous vengeance. This will be the awful case of unbelievers, yet there is salvation devised, provided, and made known in Christ.

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About to throw shit about my dad again, not for anything bad he did, just got the urge to put down my thoughts around like, ideology and stuff.

So, one of the big ideas my dad constantly mentions and that i think is emblematic of his particular very flawed understanding of the world is that he would constantly say that "luck doesn't exist" and this is just like, a classic conservative mindset of pulling yourself by your bootstraps and how everyone who got good stuff did it by their own efford and people who failed or who didn't have as nice a life where just lazy, or "useless", or otherwise did bad stuff to warrant it or wathever.

It is a normal, ignorant idea, that i always found so fucking wierd. Luck doesn't exist? I know you maybe don't mean that super literally, but like, what kind of world you live in where random chance isn't a fundamental part of determining life? And like, its funny cause deep down my dad seems like a generally good person who is rather socialist leaning, wants to support poor people and dislikes corporations.

I guess i would say that what frustrates me about him and other people like him is hat their beliefs seem so strongly based on a weird, shallow and hypocritical understanding of things, somehow he got the whole ideology of effort and bootstraps and "lazy people" deeply ingrained into him, but he also wants to help others and seems to care about human life, but there is no aparent base to it, no logic behind or pillar of understanding, just his natural, human empathy clashing with his decidedly unempathetic ideology.

He claims to be a logical person who cares about the truth, but also will get proper angry and offended if you ever dare imply that, well, statistics show that luck is a thing, that a shit ton of factors in your life that you didn't choose determin a lot about your chances, about your future. It is so weird to me.

I guess, when it comes to it, i would call that a mix of privillage and a rather unhumble personality, he was always very headstrong and he constantly brags abour his effords, about telling his parents to not pay for his university so he could earn it by himself, about going to a public school instead of paying for a private one. He is so sure he demonstrated he didn't need the advantage, and he did everything himself. And he is not entierly wrong, he is a very strong, energetic and perseviring man who has worked hard, but his whole speach kinda reaks of shit when you hear people like my mom, who was born from a very poor family in a veey poor region. He told off his parents, choosing to pay for uni himself, her parents could never afford uni in the first place.

He jokes about going to a public school because he didn't like the rich kids, she tells of the scholarship she earned for a good highschool, long away from home and from her family.

And in the end, my mom is 100 times a better example of his whole "anyone can succeed wity enough efford" thing, she was discriminated as a woman, and later as latinamerican, she went from a low income household into collage and later even a doctorade. She is like, the classic tale of a great profesional that came from nothing. But if you ask her, she would never agree, because if you tell her by her efford she got out of her little town, she would tell you of the hundred other kids her age that didn't, you ask her, how she was so smart for her age, and she would explain that her mother was a teacher, one of only two in the whole place. She would never clame that she wasn't lucky, that it was just her efford, that she was somehow better than the other girls in her highschool. She is too humble for that, and she is right, as far as i understand the world.

#stuff i write while on meds #rambling about myself

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Scarlet Scarlet and The Blue Furious Boy

This is something that I recently talked about with a relatively new The Amazing Devil fan (hi @spoonietimelordy!), and it occured to me that those who discovered the band just recently may not know this part of TAD history.

So in 2016 when The Amazing Devil came out with Love Run, they all used aliases for their gigs and press releases. The whole band had alternate personas, and Madeleine Hyland went by Scarlet Scarlet while Joey Batey was known as The Blue Furious Boy.

I've compiled various instances of them talking about it. If they've talked about it elsewhere please feel free to add those quotes.

These are from the band's official Instagram:

CAPTION 1 (under a detail of an abstract blue, black, and white painting showing a stylized figure of a woman):

Introducing the Band #4 SCARLET SCARLET or Captain Scarlet Scarlet if you will, the red lettered unfettered red herringbone unlone wolf ruffling up trouble and stirring up the chant of the unheard, unblurring the retouched, touchstone of the raw crimson and bleeding truth, swinging between the gutter and the stars, calling out in wonder, unhumbling her gums and stomping through the ball in fuckoff boots, queen on fire, liar liar

CAPTION 2 (another detail from the same painting showing a man):

Introducing the Band #5 THE BLUE FURIOUS BOY the open nerve, unswerving but ever-turning, burning blue as forgetmenots, as the whole life cycle of a fierce and fighting star, by the black hole of the end he'll pull you into a new universe where the rules are his and the game is chiselled and sizzling, you'll smash it all up and begin all again, as he always wanted, but now you're better and stronger and he still can't sleep for all the dreams and streams they all piled him with, but he eyes up the map of the beat and the magic words to keep herding this way and that, and the angry cats still at the strings of his lyre, lyre, and his crooked crown of shells and bottle tops whistles and whispers and roars in his ears as the storm and the story come rocking and rolling and rollicking in

On Dec. 22, 2016, they talked about it on Soho Radio (timestamp 5:35-7:08):

HOST: Madeleine, you're also known within the band, the press release, you're Scarlet Scarlet. So each person has their own persona with them, or their own kind of fictional character, is that right?

MH: Yeah.

JB: Yeah. It's quite a performative and theatrical show, I would say. [...] And the album in its own right is not necessarily a strict narrative to it, but there are clear-cut versions of characters that seem to go along, and it didn't seem right to kind of attach our names to stories and characters that weren't inherently ourselves, but aspects of ourselves.

MH: Yeah, and it just gives you more freedom, doesn't it?

JB: Yeah, you can play a lot more. And Scarlet Scarlet is a lot flirtier and braver and sexier than Madeleine Hyland, I would say.

MH: (laughs with Joey)

HOST: So it gives you that freedom to be something, or to take on a different kind of um....

MH: Yeah. Sometimes I'm always bit scared that she won't show up, you know. But she pretty much always has, yeah. There's a sort of a moment building up to every gig where I'm like I just, I literally don't know.

JB: I can't find her.

MH: I can't find her and I don't know if she's gonna...if she's gonna come. And sometimes Joey sort of summons The Blue Furious Boy, so he summons me onto the stage and literally until that point I don't know if that barrier's gonna be crossed. But it's fun not to know.

And this is from Madeleine Hyland's interview on the podcast With a Side of Knowledge on Nov. 29, 2018 (timestamp 28:49-29:59):

MH: And it was a very intense experience to go in and make this album, which was kind of, it has a sort of narrative to it. But yes, I suppose Scarlet Scarlet and The Blue Furious Boy—which are, so Joey is the other co- front person, so—and the whole album is full of duets. And yeah, I suppose when we’re doing it, I suppose initially, as well—because I’d done a lot of singing before, I’d done jazz singing and had this whole thing with Dexys—but I felt like there was a sort of persona that was coming out in me when I was singing these songs live. And so we started to give her a name, which was Scarlet Scarlet, and it kind of just, it enabled me to then go a lot further. As we’ve gone on, I feel like those boundaries getting a little more blurry now. So we’re not necessarily playing the characters to such an extent, but we may do again, you know, we may. It’s also just really fun. I mean, there’s no denying that we’re both actors, and it’s very much a sort of an actor’s raging against the world kind of album, you know? (laughs)

I don't know if they're keeping those personas up, since they haven't performed live in a while (for obvious reasons) or mentioned them when they released ruin. But @spoonietimelordy and I were talking about it in the context of analyzing their songs as stories, not as autobiographies (which I think is really important to keep in mind). And it's a fun thing to know in any case!

I love Scarlet Scarlet and The Blue Furious Boy. I love that they gave Madeleine Hyland and Joey Batey the freedom to be so incredibly vulnerable and raw when creating and sharing their music. And I love that by keeping a separation between the performers and the people, we can pick apart their stories and interpret their songs without crossing the line of assuming things about their private lives that they haven't made public. I think that gives us a kind of freedom, too.

#Scarlet Scarlet #The Blue Furious Boy #The Amazing Devil #Joey Batey #Madeleine Hyland #music #my faves #my TAD obsession

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Hi! I’m sorry if you already have a post about this but I would love to hear your expanded thoughts on Dean as the Final Girl. I love your ideas!!

Hi! I don't have a post about this yet. I've seen a lot of people talk about Dean as a Final Girl and I've seen some great art for it! I highly recommend searching "final girl dean" and you'll find some stuff. I'll also reblog some of my faves here in a minute.

That being said, the reason I haven't talked about it is because I've never really thought deeply about Final Girl Dean beyond the loud little PING in my brain when I first saw that phrase and went "oh yeah, that's it, that's the stuff." He's got the aesthetics he's got the vibes he's got the Jender.

He IS the Final Girl , 15x20 notwithstanding. We watch for him, the story is about him. It's about seeing him suffer but also seeing him fight for his life and ultimately survive. The Final Girl's survival is as important as her trauma, it's what makes good horror cathartic instead of just a mindless gore-fest.

Which is--and brace yourself for my extremely unhumble horror fan opinions as well as spoilers for several horror movies I'm going to use as examples--another reason the finale sucked: as a show that grew out of the horror genre, and kept a lot of its tropes and underpinnings even after it stopped being remotely scary, there was no excuse for such a shitty, stilted, try-and-fail-to-make-everybody-happy ending.

A good horror movie should end on either "we survived" (good examples include The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the original), Halloween (2020), Ready or Not, Scream) or "fuck here we go again" (great examples include The Ring, All Cheerleaders Die, The Babysitter, and Jensen's very own starring role in the 2010 remake of My Bloody Valentine). The rare horror movie that ends on a bleak note for every character does so in a way that should fuck with you and leave you staring at the wall for a few hours at least, going "what the fuck did I just watch" but unable to stop thinking about it (good examples include Cabin In The Woods, Midsommar, and I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House).

SPN's ending, particularly the ending for Dean, did none of that. Nobody survived. There was no possibility of the characters' story continuing beyond what we can see. And the general reaction for something like 75% of the audience was "I not only never want to think about that again, I wish I could actually un-watch it." It was sappy, emotionally flat, too final, and deeply, deeply unsatisfying because of it. The most immediate horror parallel I can draw off the top of my head is Halloween: Resurrection, one of the shittiest Halloween films and, not coincidentally, the one where Laurie Strode is killed by Michael Myers (she gets better by virtue of reboots that said "never mind that nonsense," but still).

So yes, Dean is the Final Girl. Dean is the one whose pain is most often focused on in Supernatural, the one who cries, the one who suffers, the one who fights for survival. His suffering is the point, but so is the fight, and so is the eventual triumph. Dean in pain, covered in blood, fighting for his life is objectified and eroticized, yes, but we're also encouraged to form a real emotional attachment to him and his story, and to root for him.

And most of all, the suffering and death of other characters is most often filtered through Dean's perspective. We as the audience often choose to care about the characters for their own sake, yes, but we are encouraged to care about them because Dean cares about them, or to hate them because Dean hates them, or fear them because he does, etc. Their deaths are meant to matter to us because they are part of Dean's suffering.

We primarily get Dean's reaction to his father's death, we almost exclusively get Dean's reaction to Sam's, we get Dean's pain when Cas dies and his worry when Cas or Sam are hurt. It's Dean's reaction that matters most when Sam is being seduced by Ruby, Dean's reaction that matters most when Cas is working with Crowley (and not just to Sam or Cas; it's Dean's reaction the camera focuses on, and it's Dean's reaction that takes up the most script). Dean's pain is the primary reason we care about Mary's death the first time, but it's also the one that takes precedence when Mary is alive and not the mom he remembers, or even when Mary dies a second time (even though Sam actually knew her and can miss her this time around).

This starts as early as the second episode of season one, and continues with few interruptions through season 15 episode 18. But somehow they (the writers, the network, Andrew Dabb, whoever ultimately made the decision about the ending) expected us to switch that off and suddenly care more about Dean as accessory to someone else's story, rather than Dean himself (or, you know, his relationships to other characters). And it didn't work. The Final Girl's suffering requires the catharsis of survival, and we didn't get that for Dean.

So. I guess I lied when I said I didn't have any thoughts, because I just wrote you a fricking novel. But I really hadn't sat down and thought about this before now, beyond the "oooo yes" reaction the first time I heard the comparison made.

Now, Monstrous Feminine Sam on the other hand? I have many thoughts, head full. I'm working on a whole Post about that. And probably one about how Cas embodies the Horror of Motherhood, though others have already talked about that plenty before.

#supernatural #dean winchester #final girl dean #ask box #theunpopular goat #spn meta #horror #lizawords #horrortropesnatural

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