rayllum + taylor swift
in honour of both speak now taylor's version and tdp s5 and that cute asf rayllum moment in the trailer, a list of lyrics from 4 speak now songs that match rayllum in my mind:
mine
made for them. the whole song.
'do you remember we were sitting there by the water / you put your arm around me for the first time' midnight oasis from season three. The Scene.
'i was a flight risk with a fear of falling / wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts' rayla. that's all. season four and also poor girl's family situation.
'you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter' runaan's not really careless but like i'm JUST SAYING
'you are the best thing that's ever been mine' speaks for itself. 'what we had was something special' 'you are the best thing i ever had' RAYLAAAAAA
ok i could do a whole essay on that song by itself but like
go listen it's Them
2. sparks fly
'drop everything now, keep me in the pouring rain / kiss me on the sidewalk, take away my pain' ahem. if this isn't rayla to callum. i don't know what is. he dropped everything to help her return zym to xadia, they had that heartfelt moment in the rain with the lightning strike-
'get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down' self explanatory.
'gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around' CALLUM. SEASON FOUR. NEED I SAY MORE?
'i'm on my guard with the rest of the world / but with you, i know it's no good' season four. callum asks /rayla/ for help with the whole 'if i'm possessed' thing and rayla lets down her guard to talk to him while he's asleep.
3. long live
'you held your head like a hero / on a history book page' 'it was the end of a decade / but the start of an age' end of season three. the way they hold hands and look so proud and zubeia looks at them like 'god damn how long was i asleep'
'long live the walls we crashed through / all the kingdom lights shine just for me and you' they crashed through the boundaries between humans and elves, katolis and xadia, and duren and katolis came through for them in the s3 battle.
'long live all the mountains we moved / i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you' not dragons, but like, they definitely had a very amazing journey and rAYLA SAYS HE WAS THE BEST THING IN HER LIFE OKAY I'M NOT OVER IT
'bring on all the pretenders, one day / we will be remembered' them against the world... they'll be remembered as the human mage and the last dragonguard... my heart...
4. back to december
or, rayla @ callum after season 4 i'm right and you know it. i don't even need to explain these lyrics.
'so this is me swallowing my pride / standing in front of you saying i'm sorry for that night' episode two.
'it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you / wishing i'd realised what i had when you were mine'
'when your birthday passed and i didn't call' (eyes callum)
okay this one just makes me sad
i couldn't think of a 5th... if you can add it. pls. look i was listening to speak now taylor's version over and over again and then i realised it was Them
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Miles Vorkosigan is exactly Caleb Widogast's type (hyper-intelligent, driven, personality is five fronts in a trenchcoat, could murder him). Caleb isn't quite Miles's type (tall, competent: yes. brunette, woman: no), but he would fit in great with Miles's string of lovers, eg "when I met him he was a homeless vagrant and when I left him he was chief of research ethics at imp mil", etc. In this essay I will....
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I know there are so many dynamics with Camila that we won't get or if we do they'll be extremely brief, and I genuinely lament all of them, but one I think would be so fucking funny is her & Eberwolf
Like, come on! Look me in the eyes and tell me it wouldn't be hilarious!
Camila is a veterinarian who canonically loves & is fiercely defensive of animals, even the "unlikeable" ones. You're telling me she wouldn't take one look at Eber and go "Aw, what a cute cat friend :)" only for Luz to be like "Oh yeah, the Beastkeeping Coven Head, he's one of the cool ones that helped with the rebellion! He chewed through my handcuffs once!"
The following whiplash this poor woman goes through would be astounding.
"Wait a Coven Head?? You mean those managers of the covens Hunter worked with?? -- Wait CHEWED through METAL? -- WAIT HANDCUFFS??? MIJA WHY WERE YOU HANDCUFFED?!?"
Now imagine how much worse it'd all be if she saw Eber's teeth & claws look. Go from "Aw how cute :)" to "dear god wtf is that?!" real fast. Bonus is Eber's sense of humor is to be a bit of a bastard, so like, he would overhear Camila mutter something about him being cute, then he'd flash his fangs intentionally & laugh when she screamed.
Long story short, Camila is a veterinarian who loves animals & keeps a fossilized snake skin in a frame by her bed because Luz gave it to her, and Eberwolf is an exceptionally strange creacher of the Boiling Isles who looks like a cute bipedal hybrid between a kid & a fennec fox and doesn't speak with words. Where demons like Hooty would be horrific immediately & endlessly, Eber would initially appear cute & approachable only to steadily become more horrific with each revelation of his character.
I just think the veterinarian who loves animals & the beastkeeping beast demon would have some common ground yknow. After the initial hilarious introduction I mean
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#dang it do i have a new oc now
Sounds like!! I'd love to hear more if you've got it!
(referring to my tags on this post)
You will meet a stranger, sometimes, if you make a habit to frequent taverns, inns, halls for game, or even the one tree where the young Bracegirdle cousins sneak off to play marbles. Well, you will like as not meet many strangers, except in the last case, but this one will be different. Or perhaps you get lucky, and don't frequent such places, but find yourself in one unexpectedly, and meet them regardless.
Everyone in Gondor knows someone who knows someone who met Lady Luck, no one has met her themself. If you do, starry-eyed romantics say, you'll be blessed with good fortune for all your days. The pragmatists tell you you'll be blessed with the good sense to discern a scam.
He may smirk at you after winning a bet, some dark-haired man, using his earnings to buy a round for the bar. It's always a different man, but it always goes to Alwed's tab. It keeps the crowd from getting too rowdy, even if the more superstitious get on edge.
No one remembers meeting them the first time, but dwarves with common sense avoid Audr's shell games and silver-toothed smile- you always win, but it's never worth it.
A woman with greying-gold hair and stiff fingers might call herself Eadrun, and challenge you to a game of dice. Few decline, and far fewer win.
For as few elves remain in Middle Earth, the one who calls himself Herendil and laughs as though his name is a joke should be recognizable. He seems young and lighthearted in a way most have lost, but he will play you cards, win just as much as he loses, and disappear, never recognized.
A hobbit-lass may giggle, red curls gleaming in the sun, and introduce herself as Peony Sandheaver, her family is visiting from Bree, and she wants to see how Shire-hobbits play Jacks.
Sometimes an orc prays over a set of knucklebones, knowing that at least one god will hear one prayer. Orcs have little luck in battle, but uncanny luck with dice.
There are countless stories, just as many true as not. Countless names, far more unnamed figures, always just out of place enough wherever they are to be interesting and promise new tales, never enough to provoke suspicion, not at first.
Even those in the Blessed Realm may find this dark-eyed stranger. Always dark-eyed, like bottles of dark glass. They stop by Aulë's workshop on occasion, to learn and suggest and play new games. They never win the first round, but most have the sense not to bet anything they aren't willing to lose on the second.
Oromë's people call them Umbarnica with a laugh and a toast in welcome. They thrive in the drunken revels after a successful hunt, sharp as ever as they dance from game to game, cackling at ill-advised propositions offered as collateral for or against a bet. Usually this means them winning to avoid it, a frequent enough occurrence as-is, but every now and then they'll decide to let someone get lucky. The bragging rights are the real reward.
And there are no guarantees with this stranger. No way to ensure their favor, though many ways to get their attention, few good. They like irony, take pleasure in hubris reaching its fall. They love superstition, even if they don't always honor it, and they love stories. There are gods that can be mistaken for kind, they are not one of them, created to serve the king the Dark Lord could have been. Their favorites are fickle, their grudges subtle but long-held. They love cheaters, unless they're at the end of the attempt. They will always catch you, and you will always regret it. They slink through candle-shadows and pipe-smoke, grinning, dance in town squares turned to faire grounds, curl up on comfy chairs indoors on rainy days.
But sometimes, in these days, you won't meet a stranger at all. Sometimes your storyteller will get a bright-dark glint in their eyes, and some dice will roll strangely high and some dice will roll strangely low and either way the story will be better for it. And if the next time the group meets you need to take a moment to remind the storyteller exactly what happened last session, well. That's why you take notes.
So pray to the dice-god, card-master, quick-sighted. It might do you no good, but they love superstition, and they love stories. And when you play a dark-eyed stranger, don't cheat at cards.
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