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papersirens · 11 days
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🦷🌿 and writer’s choice for the ask game? <3
🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on
i once again tried to think long and hard about this because i dont trust my own personal wisdom thats not something that can be deemed negative lmao but all i can think atm is defend your space, whatever it is like a friend group a server your blog etc. somewhere you can actually control to a degree and if you need to be, be mean. you're not going to be liked by everyone and if someone wont leave your space and is bringing you down, you're allowed to be mean to them if they're being rude to you. standing up for yourself and fighting back if you can't just remove someone is much better than just taking everything lying down lmao some people need to be put in their places and get away with too much.
🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity
watch a movie or tv show!! go do something else creative or put on a playlist you wouldn't normally listen to (i like to go on spotifys all out decades playlists) and go for a walk or something you don't have to think about. sometimes i get the most random like ideas launched into my brain during writers block while im watching something, even if what im watching is ENTIRELY unrelated to what i think of or what im trying to write!!
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
tagging every fanfic writer i follow /j
golden boy, lover boy by @lale-txt is a REALLY fucking good naoya fic like its the perfect balance of naoya being a little bitch but also naoya being naoya lmao v yummy!!! cor unum by @vampyrsm is a fic i think about weekly i swear lmao i also feel like everyone and their dad who's into sukuna has read this as they SHOULD but such a good long read with so many little details and foreshadowing that has great pay off in later chapters
some ao3 fics i love (and idk if the authors have tumblrs aa) are: wrap your hands around my neck (so tight with love) by bananaowebudynie it's satosugu yakuza and sugar daddy au and i will say the characterisation isnt what i normally like but the au and the way its written is just so good and its also recently completed and chefs kiss competitive nature by kenjakusbrainstem cw twincest it's an au where geto and kenjaku are twins and give each other hand jobs and its SO good midnight answer by hellokittyheat is one of my favourite yuuji fics its so fucking hot and sexy and the build up is so tasty for a great finale and i think about this fic weekly too
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leotello · 1 year
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Oh my GOD OKAY SO;
I have a different ship for every iteration, so working backward of the ones I know is:
2018 leotello bc I just love them. Two smart people come together to make a whole idiot. Also just. Twins. It gets to me. My OTP. Rise leotello owns my soul.
Bayverse ot4 because. Because. I don't know man, they're all just. So adhd. They're all just a mood and I just cannot see it happening any other way.
2012 ot4 because of that one post you made about Leo falling in love with his brothers. Also because it just feels like he could never love any of his brothers more than the others. Idk, I just think it works. But leo/Casey Jones is cute in this iteration too.
2007 tbh? I'm torn. I love Leotello. I love leoraph. I love leomikey. I love ot4. Anything works here. Honestly, I just like him coming back and having to deal with them kinda moving on without him and struggling to get back into their good graces.
2003 leomikey. Ngl this is kinda bc I hardcore ship raphtello in this iteration but I also just like leomikey in this iteration. Leo needs to fucking relax, honestly, but also I love when he has that moment of "oh, hes not just the baby sibling, is he?"
So yeah.
leotello! my url. i am a sucker for twincest, apparently even if they arent even canon twins. there's just that "other half" thing that i find so romantic. and twin telepathy! the way they understand each other so well. mmm such romantic tropes
i dont ship anything in bayverse, but that is cute. i feel like if they got into a relationship it would be all of them.
and YES, god ot4 with leo falling in love with them is SO close to my heart. leo is the incest king and i just cant imagine him not falling deeply in love with his family.
07 leoraph is the SHIT ok, like im sorry but the rooftop fight scene sold me on it. theyr so homoerotic. theyre so obsessed with each other. they love each other so much it causes problems. they NEED to fuck it would do them so much good. but like, i can also see the ot4 there, like you said, with leo trying to find his place in the family again. and oooh, can you imagine if his time apart allowed certain... feelings... to fester, and now, being around them again, those feelings have to be dealt with? impossible to ignore, now
03 leomikey is SO good, dude i was just talking to PF on twitter about this. leo has a soft spot for mikey, canonically. watch grudge match--leo lets mikey get away with things that raph and donnie cant do. mikey also defends him to raph and donnie and points out everything he does for them, where raph and donnie didnt even seem to notice or realize. mikey appreciates leo in a way raph & donnie don't. which is not to diss them or anything, i know they love leo with their entire souls. all three of them do. but they're obviously less aware of how hard leo works for them. mikey is consciously aware of the fact that he can goof around all day like a normal teen because of leo. i also hc leo as the subbiest sub in the house and mikey as the dommiest dom... so yknow. its a good match.
and mm 03 raphdon is good shit. theyre such stupid sappy idiots in love, but also fucking horny.
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darlinafterdark · 1 year
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Wrote this for a friendo. Cw for twincest. You know the old fandom saying “don’t like, don’t read”. For everyone else, enjoy ♥️
Jett x Joxer • cis male anatomy • 763 words
Imagine Joxer standing up for himself. Jett’s teasing him like he always does, pushing things further and further just because he can get away with it, but for once, Joxer decides he’s had enough. He talks back, tells his brother to stop; frowning and serious, voice raised.
Imagine Joxer standing up for himself. Jett’s teasing him like he always does, pushing things further and further just because he can get away with it, but for once, Joxer decides he’s had enough. He talks back, tells his brother to stop; frowning and serious, voice raised. Jett’s caught off guard- how dare he? He shoves him, pushes him back against a wall. Pins him there like the annoying little brat he is. The retaliation startles Joxer, eyes wide as his brother glares at him. Jett watches his brother stare back, watches as his eyes trail downward to his mouth. He’s suddenly aware of his parted lips, the soft panting of his breath. He’s caught off guard by Joxer pressing forward, crashing their mouths together. Jett shoves him back again, eyes intense and he asks him what the hell he thinks he’s doing?! Whatever moment of bravery Joxer had is gone, stammering apologies as his face goes red. Jett stares, eyes squinting. He doesn’t hear whatever Joxer’s going on about. He feels… something. Almost possessive over this little brat… He kisses him. It’s entirely unlike Joxer’s fumbling foolishness; instead it’s purposeful and hard, their mouths pressed together with near bruising force. His grip on Joxer shifts, moving to instead grab him. His arms, his shoulders, his face, hands cupping his jaw to hold him just how he wants him, the damned idiot. Joxer squirms under his grasp but quickly stops, relaxing against him. Almost like he’s wanted this. Jett pulls back to look at the sappy, lovestruck look on his brother’s face with a grimace. He tells him he’s disgusting. Grabbing him by the chin, he pulls Joxer back in, and the youngest triplet leans forward all too easily. Their mouths meet again in angry, hungry kisses.
They shouldn’t do this- Jett shouldn’t do this- but he wants it. He wants this and he hates that he does. With a hand pressed to Joxer’s chest, he shoves him back again, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to brush against bare skin. He slides the shirt up and off of him to reveal a body too much like his own. A body he’s already so familiar with. In a way, that makes it easier. He touches his brother’s chest, hands smoothing over warm skin. Jett’s eyes travel further downward; Joxer’s hard. He looks back up to Joxer’s face, disgusted, questioning. Joxer’s only more embarrassed, but he has nothing to defend himself with. He never has been good in a fight… He’s blushing and stammering and Jett tells him to shut up- reaches for the waistband of Joxer’s pants. Joxer’s staring, does nothing to stop his brother as he frees his leaking cock. He’s so hard about this… how long has he wanted it? Is this some fantasy he’s just kept secret? Jett chuckles about the thought. Joxer’s cock twitches at the sound of his laugh. Jett knows that he, himself, is also hard; he can’t deny that. He wants this. His idiot brother is *his*, his to pick on, his to protect- why shouldn’t he have him like this as well? Jett reaches for his own pants, frees his own cock. His eye dart to Joxer as he hears him moan. Tells him to touch them both. Joxer hesitates, flustered and fumbling, but how could Jett have expected otherwise? He takes Joxer’s hand, pressing their cocks together and guiding his brother. Joxer does as he’s told, breath quickening as he watches himself jacking them off. Jett groans, presses a hand to the wall behind Joxer to lean heavily against it. His breath heavy in Joxer’s ear, he instructs him, guides him, encourages him.
Jett should be embarrassed by how good it is, by how quickly his own brother is able to bring him undone. He watches Joxer panting, hears him whining for it even as he jacks them off. Leaning close to his brother’s ear he chuckles, tells him that maybe he *can* do something right after all. Joxer gasps, shuddering as he comes. Jett feels a sick sense of pride in that. He tells Joxer to keep going, to make him come. Revels in the sound of Joxer whimpering and squirming from his own sensitivity. He groans, leaning closer. It’s good, so good. Joxer says his name and, damn him, but it’s too much. Jett comes, bucking into his brother’s hand. The two are left panting, Joxer still trapped between his brother and the wall. As Jett catches his breath, he realizes he can’t even remember what they were arguing over.
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youranemicvampire · 1 year
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SLOCG Season 2 thoughts and opinions with Spoilers
First of all, I just wanna say that all 4 of them are very funny, lovable and precious. <3
As much as i love this show, it’s hard for me to recommend it to others without sounding weird. 
They need more episodes! I’m ok with like 30 mins per ep coz it feels like a sitcom-ish, but waiting a year for 10 episodes??? TORTURE. They need at least 20 since the eps are short.
Aside from my main lesbian girl Leighton, Kimberly is my favorite until she did that thing in the finale. 
Pauline Chalamet is an underrated actress! She’s amazing even before i found out she’s Timothee’s sister. It means, she’s great on her own. Comedic timing = 10/10
So Leighton is a rich, math genius lesbian like she really won the lottery. Also, how can she be so good at math when she’s gay???? That’s unfair. 
GRACIE DZIENNY!!!!!! If you’re a First kill fan, you would understand the happiness when she first appeared on SLOCG. WLW crossover!
Why you keep pairing Whitney with mediocre white men???? I’m so tired. Also, please give her a stronger storyline and make her bi, thanks. I don’t know if i’m in the position to say this, but i feel like the writers are being too safe and scared (?) about Whitney’s arc.
Canaan is the only man i can tolerate for Whitney, but they didn’t have that much chemistry, they just look good together. 
LeighTum is sooooo hot. I know them looking and acting alike is so funny, but they are hot. 
I’m so happy that there’s no problem with Leighton’s coming out to her friends and family. I know it’s a reality for most to receive a bad reaction, but i’m glad the writers didn’t go that way coz we are tired. We deserve to see a happy lesbian on screen.
Sorry, but i have to defend Bela with the cheating issue. Eric is not an amazing man like Bela said. He f*cking stole the opportunity when we all know that it’s 100x harder for a brown woman to be in that industry. He has connections w/c he revealed during the argument, but he still did that. Bela cheating on him was nothing compared to what he did. 
Leightum x Leighcia issue: First of all, I love them both so i really don’t know where to side, but i feel like Alicia is getting hate too much? They all said horrible things including Leighton, but Alicia is the only one who’s getting massive hate and that’s unfair. I don’t think Leightum’s breakup was forced at all. What Tatum said was a big deal and them being a twincest ship was an obvious metaphor on Leighton’s old habits. I thought we only like “mean girls” for fun, but some are starting to glorify rude behavior. 
Let’s move on to the real enemy w/c is Kimberly x Canaan coz WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUk. Ok i mean we cannot choose who we love, but BOTH OF THEM didn’t think it through. Lila was right, Kimberly shouldn’t have acted on it. Or at least for a while? She didn’t even wait for a longer time and talk to Whitney about it. Same with Canaaan. Whitney asked her to give her a chance to talk and explain, but she blew it. I was rooting for you Kimberly! We were all rooting for you! How dare you???!
So with these last episodes, we would wait a year to know what will happen to the dynamics of the 4 girls now that Bela is transferring and Whitney wanted to move to the Kappa house. Faaaaaaaak. Leighton is the only who has a real happy ending. Their friendship is my favorite part of the show so i hope things will get better for Season 3. Also, i know it's unrealistic for roommates to have a perfect relationship, but i just don't like that it will be ruined for a man. :\
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weirwolves · 5 years
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‘ned would be disappointed in his kids for not trusting dany’
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#ned would’nt have supported the targs??? he’d probably be meaning to put gendry on the throne since he’s the last with baratheon blood???#he literally supported stannis’ claim!!! and in the long run that doesnt wven matter bc he died#and the north have been fighting tooth and nail (including whats remaining of the starks!!!) to survive/gain independence from the crown#& that rusty piece of junk in KL#after being pulled into war bc bran caught twincest and was pushed from a window to die#and after ned himself was named a traitor to the crown for revealing cersei’s children to be bastards#all stark kids (& sorta including jon but not really bc his story revolved around the NW/wildlings) were heavily affected#& traumitized by the actions of the crown so im not shocked they dont want to fall under another ruler that they dont trust#he certainly wouldnt stand by and support the possible murder/burning of thousands of innocents in the name of revenge/power either#or did some of yall forget that#he defended dany when she was a lone innocent that was a threat to robert’s rule and yet!!! ppl dont give dany shit for not doing the same#in regard to jon being a threat to her supposed rule (the targs were literally overthrown they arent entitled to it anymore)#(but im gibing that a pass bc theres like no houses left??? the high houses have all destroyed eachother over revenge and power)#(which is why that throne needs to be melted down & the kingdoms should break apart again#ive been sitting here reading how some dany stans think ned would be dissappointed of sansa particularly as well bc she told tyrion#he was protecting jon from roberts wrath so what??? now yall want sansa to protect him from who’s wrath??? dany’s???#ANYWAY some of yall rlly leap#ill probably delete this later bc im not looming for some rando to hijack this post lmao#anyway if u still read this & it bothers u feel free to unfollow (& i dont mean that in a mean way i know ppl get anxious over that stuff)#anti daenerys targaryen#not rlly anti but tagging as such so stans who love her and arent saying this dont have to see it#also if u try to bait me into an argument bc ur mad at the show i will not respond and block sorry i dont have the#time or effort to give a shit
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smutandfluffohmy · 3 years
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From: Smutandfluffohmy Pairings: George Weasley X Slytherin! Reader X Fred Weasley Warnings: Smut!, (French special), there’s some spanking in there, NO twincest! they share you but don’t touch each other in that way A/N: Sorry for missing last weeks ‘His Sweater’ update, I’ve been really tired lately. Maybe it’s too much coffee or too little? Also I have midterms this week nobody tell my professors this is what I’m doing. A/N 2: They’re very different when they do the old devils tango but that’s just what I thought fit their personalities don't come for me Request: Hi! I love your writing and wanted to request a Fred x reader x George (preferably smut if you’re comfortable writing it) and if you don’t want to write the reader with both of the twins you can pick. There’s just not enough Weasley twin love on tumblr. Also can the reader be Slytherin or at least house neutral? Thank you ❤️❤️
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Class ended early, you and your friend Flora walked with a very gloomy Draco Malfoy that likes to annoy older students to seem more interesting than he actually is. Your other friend,Blake, was making their way very annoyed and very much covered in some sort of colorful powder.  “Whoa what happened to you?” You asked looking them up and down.
Blake shook their robes as powder of all different colors fell of their robes “Got caught in one of Weasleys pranks.” they said, hitting at the Slytherin tie that will never be solely green and silver again.
“Fred and George?” Flora asked wiping some of the powder that got on her own robes.
“Yea.” Blake said absentmindedly, before looking up at your face before scoffing. “Stop drooling!” Blake said clapping their powdered covered hands at you making the front of your sweater covered with bits of blue and yellow.
“Oh what I wouldn’t do to be between them.” You laughed.
Blake laughed and shoved you a bit  “You’re disgusting.”
“To keep warm!” You laughed and attempted to defend yourself, your friends were more than aware on your crush on certain Weasleys but Draco Malfoy wasn't your friend.
Draco scoffed walking in front of the three of you “Blake’s right you’re disgusting to be talking like that especially about a Weasley.”
You laughed again but this time at Draco and his air of importance “I think they’re fit. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t eat them up if you got the chance.”
Flora laughed pretending to be disgusted “Lalala can’t hear you.”
“You’re a disgrace to Slytherin.” Draco said wagging a disapproving finger at you.
“Shouldn't you be off snogging Parkinson?” the three of you laughed shoving past him, leaving him to stay stunned in the middle of the hallway.
Being a prefect was great, rewarding, yada yada yada all that people thought being a prefect was, was in fact tru. It was also a great pain in the ass, especially on the days when you got to patrol around the school looking for any wondering housemates before any of the other prefects could.
The library was your last stop before you called it a night and went off to bed. Two tall figures came out of the dark, the only source of light was your wand.
“Merlin! what are you two doing here?”You said after you composed yourself after getting scared half to death. “This could easily be 50 points from Gryffindor so I suggest you tell me why you two are in the library in the dead of night.” You said scolding George and Fred who were in front of you leaning against book cases with their ever present smiles on their faces.
“We need your help with something” Fred said hooking his finger on the top of your tie, tugging it loose. Your face was burning and the words you wanted to say weren’t reaching your mouth. Instead you swatted his hand away trying your best to keep your wits.
“We’d really owe you one.” George said taking a step towards you.
Straightening yourself up you looked up at the two of them, having not a bloody clue what they were going on about “I have half a mind to tell Flich.”
“I don’t think you’d want Flich to join us for what we had in mind.” George said picking off something from the front of your robes.
You swallowed, rolling your shoulders back at a failed attempted to be seen as taller, a tad bit more intimidating “And what exactly did you have in mind?” You asked.
Fred smiled leaning down to tug at your tie once more “You tell us we over heard you.” he said.
Grabbing your tie away from him your face grew red, knowing exactly what he was referring to “I don’t kn-” you lied
“In the halls.” Fred said squinting his eyes at you trying to see when it will all click for you.
“You should really talk about things like that somewhere private.” George said trailing his hand down your arm.
“I-I’m sorry.” You said. and it was all you could say, there was obviously no point in denying it now.
“So are you interested?” Fred said. It took a moment to register exactly what he was saying but by the hook on your robes and Georges hand hovering over your arm. You reckoned that it would at least be a good time, you nodded in agreement “Use your words love.”
“Yes. Yes I want to do it.” You nodded. But what were you agreeing to? A messy snog behind the Herbology books? or something more?
Fred laughed cupping your face to look up at him “Shivering? Naughty.” which made you shiver under his touch even more.
George leaned in for a kiss, that you returned. His lips against yours, slowly biting at your bottom lip a bit. “That’s ten points from Slytherin.” He said.
Fred played with the loops of your pants waiting for a sign that you wanted to keep going. Un-buttoning your pants he took it as a sign to keep going, as he pulled down your pants “Another ten here.” he said, the cold air hitting your now bare thighs.
George played with the waistband of your underwear, as he ran his finger across the fabric. “Another fifteen there” he said smiling into the kiss
“What if someone walks in.” You said. Looking up at them despite always being aware of how tall the twins are you never had them tower over you this closely.
“The more the merrier.” Fred laughed before you slapped him on the arm. “Ouch” He said still grinning as he pretended to rub at his arm.
“Don’t worry we’ll take care of it.” George said waving away all of your concerns.
Your hands were shaking placing them on Georges chest leaning in for a kiss, he placed his hands on the sides of your face. Stroking your face gently with his thumb, Fred reached over unbuttoning your shirt. His hands were cold, his fingers traced your chest pushing your shirt to the side he bit the soft skin of the nape of your neck.
George stopped and used his index finger to make you look up at him“Are you okay?” He said looking into your eyes for any hint of unease  “We can stop whenever you want to.”
Shaking your head you answered him “No. Please don't stop.” you said placing your hand over his.
“See they’re a good little prefect.” Fred said his hard dick pressed against your thigh, making you melt into him further.
Shaky hands you reached behind you, your hand slithering down Fred’s shaft. “Cat got your tongue Fred?” You said smiling smug at how the tables changed.
“Ready Fred?”
“Ready George.”
Everything moved too quickly and before you knew it you were on your hands and knees on the cold wooden floor.Fred got behind you nudging your knees apart. Fred positioned himself behind you, your heart thumped against your chest.
You fingers flexed, a shudder going through your body as Freds tip teased you. In frustration you leaned backwards making Fred suck in air and a string of curses, wincing you sunk deeper. He placed his hands on your back trying to keep you in place .
George was hesitant to go through with it. “George please.” You muttered out, your voice low and filled with lust. You asking was all that took for George to shuffle forward. His dick missing your mouth and the tip and shaft slapping you on the face.
George tried once more and this time he enters it slowly in your mouth. You slobbered on George’s dick, being trusted further by Fred making your eyes sting with tears. George cupped your cheek with his hand, wiping away a tear that was rolling down your cheek.
You wanted to know what George tasted like but all you could taste was his shaft that was pressed against your tongue.Your drool was dripping down your chin and hitting the floor.
Fred pushes himself in further, you could feel every inch of of him inside of you.Moans and pleas got stuck in your throat, the vibrations making George shudder.
You pressed your hands and knees against the hard floor trying your best to keep steady. To stay upright. Worried that your shaky hands and legs will give out from under you.
Fred pushed himself out, his hands gripped your hips tightly before pushing himself back in. Your eyes rolled back wanting to touch them but instead you were left with them touching you and being unable to do the same.
The libraries overwhelming smell of old books was something you never got used to even after all the years you spent at Hogwarts. But now all you could smell was George and Fred.
George's hands were placed on your head holding your hair back. Maybe it was out of the kindness of his heart or maybe he was just trying to keep himself steady.Fred’s palms rested on your sides, his fingers digging into your hips.
Moving your head up and down softly sucking on his dick but not giving him enough to get off, his fingers gripping handfuls of your hair. Your moans and whimpers got stuck in your throat, Fred’s hand slapping your ass then grabbing handfuls of it. Leaving a pulsating sensation that would disappear in seconds.
“Shit.” Was all Fred said before he cummed inside of you, sighing and collapsing against a book case in a mess of sweat and pants. His ginger hair pressed against his forehead, his body coated in a glistening layer of sweat.
You tugged your legs under you, feeling the cum travel down your leg.You grabbed George’s shaft pumping up and down, George let out a moan throwing his head back. A string of incoherent curses left his mouth, tugging at your hair in between fistfuls.Your hand moved up and down, your thumb swiping across the head before taking him in your mouth again.
Your legs were going numb underneath you, and your eyes stung as tears rolled down your face.George shuddered around your touch letting out a deep throaty moan, cumming inside your mouth. Strings of cum ran down your chin before swallowing, finally able to sit between the twins you were trying to steady their breathing.
“You okay?” George asks holding you up right before you could collapse in front of them.
Fred laughed “Don’t go dying on us.” he said pinching your cheek lovingly.
Getting to bed was a haze. You started to think that last night was all a pleasant dream but the marks and soreness begged to differ.
You didn’t want to get out of bed, you didn’t want to wake up and you definitely didn’t want to have to walk around a ridiculously large school when you walked weird just getting out of bed.
Your friends that were already sitting at the Slytherin table waved you over “Come sit! I heard from Lavender Brown that a 5th year Ravenclaw told her that Melvin Catterrick said he thinks he overheard Draco has a crush on someone. You���ll never bloody guess who! ” Flora said excitedly and hurriedly beckoning you to sit down.
“Can you just tell me standing here?” You asked tugging at the hem of your sweater making sure to keep your hickeys hidden.
Dalton said shaking their head “No common we’re all going to guess!”
“I can't.”
“Why not?” Your friend asked as the rest of them looked up confused at you.
“I-I have a headache. Feels like my heads splitting right down the middle.” You said in fake pain grabbing your head.
“and a sore ass, red handprints on my ass, a sore throat and hickeys that will have me wearing scarves for a while.” You thought to yourself, trying your best to ignore Fred and George.
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Cheryl//maple syrup
Request: Can you do the secret and sins when Veronica comments on the Cheryl’s twincest and the reader defends Cheryl even though the reader kinda diss likes Cheryl.
hey! how is everyone? i hope you’re all well and good! i may have slightly cheated a bit and copy and pasted a previously written out bit from another request where they’re playing secrets and sins. but that’s only because i didn’t see the point in writing the same dialogue again. anywayyyy enjoy! 
It seems that whenever Cheryl Blossom arrives at a party, the party atmosphere disappears. Maybe it’s her grating personality or overbearing need to be liked, whatever it is, within ten minutes of her and Chuck gate crashing Jughead’s unwanted birthday party, there’s already tension. 
Which is not made any better by the suggestion of secrets & sins. Your friends are gathered in a circle in the living room, while you sit off to the side. You want to eavesdrop, but you don’t want to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets, not to your best friends and definitely not to Cheryl. 
It’s clear everyone that’s been roped into this stupid game doesn’t want to be there. Betty shifts in her seat uncomfortably and stares at you with pleading eyes. You shoot her an unsure smile back before taking a sip of your drink and she drops your gaze, glancing at Archie before staring down at the floor. 
Cheryl is the only one that looks like she’s enjoying herself, but you’re not surprised. Chaos and the chance to get dirt on everyone so she can control them even more than she already does is what Cheryl lives for.
You glare at the red-head, who’s smiling brightly as she looks around at her victims and when her eyes land on you, her eyes narrow and the smile is replaced by a smirk. 
“What’s wrong Y/n? Did nobody pick you to be on their team?” She asks, her bright red lips forming a perfect pout and you can’t help but stare at them for a few seconds longer than you should. You feel your face heat up and look away, blaming the alcohol for the affects you’re feeling and refusing to believe that you’ve just thought of Cheryl Blossom as attractive. 
A shiver runs up your spine at the thought and you lips pull into a pout as you stare down at the now empty cup in your hands. You scratch at the plastic and listen to the mumbles and whispers of the teenagers stood and sat around you. 
Whoever isn’t partaking in Secrets and Sins, have gathered around to watch and judge, and you can’t help but lean in a little closer, they may be some of your closest friends, but you can’t help wanting to know what they’ve been hiding from one another...you’re only human and at least you’re not as bad as Cheryl. 
Cheryl lives of rumours. Like Gretchen Wieners with smaller and redder hair. 
“What the hell is Secrets and Sins?” Jughead asks, all eyes on Cheryl as she moves around in a circle, eyeing everyone suspiciously as she starts to explain the rules. 
“Its a variation on Truth or Dare…in which we own our truths by telling it like it is. I’ll start the game with…Veronica Lodge.” She smirks and you roll your eyes at her. 
“Naturally.” Veronica sighs and you pat her shoulder. 
“Let’s begin with the day you and your mob wife of a mother came to town for a so-called fresh start.” She says, her eyes filled with accusations and anger before she’s even gotten to her question. 
You really don’t know why so many people like her, well you do, it’s because she’s rich and she bullies people into being her friend because she’s unable to make them any other way. 
She’s snobby, spoilt and just plain mean, but that doesn’t stop you from sometimes staring at her for longer than you want to and definitely should. 
“Tell us Veronica, what’s so fresh about defiling Archie Andrews in a closet?”
“That was your doing.” She replies confused, her arms crossed defensively against her chest.
“Moving on to dear Daddy Lodge…” She interrupts, getting more and more angry by the second. “Isn’t it true that your father, from prison, illegally purchased the drive-in land? Which makes me wonder, what else is he doing behind bars?” She continues and you glance to your side at Joaquin, who shares a very suspicious look with FP
“Well, I can’t speak for my father…but I can think of someone with a very dirty secret. Specifically, Cheryl killing her very own brother.” The tension in the room shifts and your eyes widen. 
As much as you dislike Cheryl, you know how close her and Jason were and you knew how much it hurt and how she’s still hurting now because of his death. You’ve seen her crying underneath the bleachers after school, you see how her eyes are a little more dull than they used to be. They don’t sparkle as much when she talks and when she’s not spreading hate, she’s just not saying anything at all. 
She smiles less when with her friends, and sometimes you think the only reason she’s horrible to people is so she can feel something. But that doesn’t excuse it and so you shake your head and earn a few confused looks as you try to stop yourself from defending Cheryl Majorie Blossom. 
“Everyone knows how much I loved my brother.” Cheryl defends herself.
“Exactly.” Veronica replies. “But did you love him, maybe in ways that a sister shouldn’t love a brother?” She continues and you watch as Cheryl becomes more and more upset. “And as you got older, Jason started to think it was strange, unnatural. So he chose Polly over you. So you shot him between the eyes with one of your father’s many hunting rifles.”
Her shoulders slump a little and her bottom lip quivers as she looks around the room helplessly. The confident look she usually has, has slipped off like a mask, revealing a very sad girl underneath and suddenly you find yourself standing up. 
“That’s enough Veronica.” You say, surprising everyone, including Cheryl. “Just leave her alone, it’s not worth it.” You add quietly and slowly sit back down again. 
Veronica hold her hands up in defence and you force a smile before going back to picking at the plastic of your cup. 
“I don’t need you to defend me.” Cheryl seethes, her eyes full of hatred as she looks at you, and for some reason it stings. You’re used to her not liking you, but her hating you, hurts you for some unknown reason and you have to take a few deep breaths in order to stop the ache in your chest. 
“This game is sick.” Dilton adds and Cheryl uses the distraction to wipe away the tears on her cheek. “I wanna go next.” He adds making everyone look at him.
“Thats the spirit, Doiley. What secrets do you have to reveal to us?” Chuck grins. 
“I saw Ms. Grundy’s car by Sweetwater River the day Jason went missing.” He says and everyone gasps. People mumble and whisper around you and Cheryl stares straight at Dilton, her eyes narrow. “I told Betty and Jughead, and then Ms. Grundy quit her job and left Riverdale, like, two days later. And let’s not forget that Archie was also at Sweetwater River that morning.”
“Oh, my God.” Cheryl whips her head round to look at Archie. “Colour me shocked. Archie Andrews, is that why you became a mediocre musician overnight? Because you and Ms. Four-Eyes were pulling a Mary Kay Letourneau?”
“Don’t say anything. Don’t get in the gutter with them.” Veronica mutters while glaring at Cheryl. 
“Wait, what? Andrews was banging a teacher?” Chuck asks, his tone a mix of surprise and impressed and you roll your eyes at him. “I wish I would’ve known. I would have added you and Ms. Grundy to the book of conquests.”
“Classy, Chuck, as always.”
“Wait a second.” Cheryl interrupts. “That also explains why Archie can’t seem to keep a girlfriend to save his life. He’s got serious mommy issues. Anything to say for yourself Arch? Were you a victim or a perpetrator?”
“Dilton Doiley plays with guns.” Betty tries to change the subject but she’s immediately shut down.
“Big whoop, Betty. So Doiley’s a psychopath. Everyone knows that.”  
“Well, I guess it’s my turn now. Boy, do I have a twisted secret to reveal, starring Betty Cooper.”
“Leave her the hell alone, Chuck.” Archie threatens.
“Shut up, Andrews.” He replies. “Look, you may get a free peep show every night, but you do not know her. Hell, Betty doesn’t even know herself. Everybody knows why I got suspended, but what you don’t know...she dressed up like a hooker, in a God-awful black wig, drugged me, handcuffed me in the Jacuzzi, and well, I almost drowned until she got me to say what she wanted to hear. And then she really lost it. She actually thought she was Polly. But, hey, you knew all about this right, Jughead?” He asks. For a second, the question hangs in the air, everyone trying to figure out what to say next and how to process what they’ve just been told. 
But then Jughead leaps forward at punches Chuck in face causing all hell to break loose. Everyone stands and FP shoves races forward to grab Chuck and throw him outside. 
While everyone else follows them outside, eagerly awaiting a fight, you stay back and watch as Cheryl disappears upstairs, quietly sniffling as she goes. You look at the front door and then at the stairs and sigh, knowing that this is not gonna end well. She’s gonna insult you and tell you to leave her alone, but at least you can say you tried to help and then you won’t feel bad. 
So you glance at the door one more time and pray that at least one person is filming whatever is happening out there, before wandering up the stairs in search for Cheryl. 
The slight scent of maple syrup and the sound of faint cries coming from the bathroom lets you know where she’s hiding and you quietly creep along the slightly creaky floorboards, trying to remember which ones to avoid after years of practice when sneaking into Archie’s room in order to break him out. 
You stop outside of the bathroom, light coming out of the cracks of the door and your hand hovers over the handle. 
“Whoever is out there, go away.” She sniffles and you roll your eyes. 
Turning on your heel, you start to walk away, but then you hear her sob and it makes you freeze. 
You let out a quiet groan and curse the side of you that can’t leave people that are crying alone, before making your way back to the bathroom and slowly opening the door. 
The first thing you see as you duck your hear around the door is Cheryl sat on the side of the bath. Her hands gripping the edges so hard that her knuckles have turned white. He hair has fallen in front of her face and you watch as she her shoulder shake and tears drip onto the bath mat. 
“Cheryl?” You whisper and she looks up, her eyes wide as she quickly scrambles to wipe away the tears that have ruined her makeup. “Are you okay?” You ask and walk into the room. You close the door behind you and lean against it and her expression hardens. 
“I’m having the best time.” She deadpans and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. God is she stubborn. 
“Look, I know we’re not exactly best friends. Most of the time, I don’t really like to be around you-” 
“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” She asks and you shrug. 
“But you know that if you need someone to talk to that won’t judge you or really know anything about you, you can. I’ll just sit and listen and you can cry or rant or I dunno. Just, know you’re not alone. You may not get along with everyone in this town, but we will all be here for you if you need us, all you have to do is ask.” You say honestly but anxiously while playing with your fingers. 
She looks at you surprised, her lips part as if she’s going to say something and you’re sure she’s going to tell you to shut up and leave her alone, but instead she says thank you and you feel yourself relax a little. 
“It’s okay.” You nod. “And for the record, what Veronica said was out of line. Everyone knows how much Jason meant to you and for her to say that is just wrong. We all know you loved your brother...a normal amount.” You add the last bit quietly and she stares at you for a few seconds before a smile twitches at her lips. “Would you like me to leave you alone now?” You ask and she shakes her head. You look around the small bathroom, trying to figure out the best place to sit and she moves along a little so you can sit beside her. “Would you like me to sit with you until you feel better?” You ask and she nods slowly, her lip wobbling again. 
You sit beside her, place a gentle hand over hers and the two of you fall into a slightly awkward but not as bad as you thought it would be, silence. 
After ten minutes, Cheryl stands and makes her way over to the mirror. She swipes her fingers under her eyes to try and get rid of her ruined mascara before messing with her hair to try and get it back to looking like normal. 
“Do I look okay?” She turns to you and stands with her arms by her side. Your breath hitches when you look at her and you wonder how she looks so pretty even in the most unflattering light that is Archie Andrews’ bathroom. 
You stand in front of her and slowly tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and you watch as she takes a shaky breath. 
“Can I?” You ask, your fingers centimetres away from her cheek and she nods slowly, her eyes locked with yours and you feel yourself growing warm from the intensity. “There.” You smile once you’ve wiped a bit of mascara away from her cheek. 
She grabs her bag and pulls her lipstick from it, but when she goes to apply it, her hands shake and you take it from her gently. 
Your lips darts out between your tongue as you concentrate on keeping the lipstick in the lines, and you can feel her warm breath on your cheek. 
“There!” You smile proudly once your finished, but she grabs your arm before you can pull away properly as her lips connect with yours in an almost frantic kiss.
You gasp a little and then relax and kiss back just as frantically, but she pulls away after a few seconds and the two of you stare at each other wide-eyed and breathless. 
“Your lipstick’s ruined.” You whisper and her lips curl into a smile. 
“Worth it.” She replies before pulling you close to her and kissing you again. 
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Party after Party/ F.W./ Pt.1
Fred Weasley X Slytherin!Reader
Word Count: 5000
Summary: After years of bickering with Fred and George about who could party better Slytherins or Gryffindors, you decided to sneak the Gryffindors into the Slytherin common room party after you won the Quidditch match. This is the moment where the real chaos begun.
Warnings: underage drinking, pole dancing, sexual dancing, smoking weed, drugs, cursing, fights, strong making out session in the bath with twins. (No twincest, no threesome, it’s just a little bit of making out with George for a moment), sexualizing underage girls. ( Wooh, let’s a lot of warnings anyways If I missed out on something please inform me so I can add them)
A/N (MUST READ): So basically this is based on the playlist I made 3 days ago, which took me 16 hours ( BC SOME DUMB*SS ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT TWICE, yeah that’s me). The playlist is mostly for shifting, because it is realistic and all the dialogues that are in this fanfiction are heard in the playlist as well. I will link in somewhere below. Another thing is that, I am planning on making few more playlists so this fanfiction might have the second part where the Weasley twins will be hosting a party at the room of requirement. Anyways enjoy and let me now what you think, because I am a little insecure about this one. 
Taglist: @sarcasticallywitty15​
Playlist:  POV: Sneaking Gryffindors into a Slytherin common room party (The original video on youtube got deleted because of some copyright problems, so this is the link to a short part from the playlist and the full playlist is linked in the comments of the video or just down below)
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The click of your heels on the stone cold floor echoed in the dungeons, mixing with the sound of the bubbling water, as you leaded Gryffindors to your common room.
You were on a friendly terms with Fred and George as you were in the same year and shared all of the classes, though being friends never stopped the competition between the three of you, all the bickering was always there and one day you got in a serious argument. 
The argument was about who can party better.
You and twins bickered about this subject for the whole week and finally when it came to the quidditch match, where you won against Gryffindor, you decided to prove the twins wrong. They had the idea that all the Slytherins, including you, are stuck up prude princesses and have no idea how to party hard. They mocked you as if your parties were fancy dinners with red wine.
After the quidditch match, you met twins and invited them to the Slytherin common room party. They agreed mockingly and headed to the showers.
As the evening came, you put on a pastel pink silk dress that was long enough to cover most of your body, but it didn’t reach the ankles. You put on some black shoes with a little heel. as you were done with your look, you headed to the Gryffindor tower.
As you came to the fat lady portrait it suddenly swung open and twins stepped out, along with their siblings, Harry, Hermione and Neville.
“I said I will sneak the two of you not all of the Gryffindors” you said with an eyeroll. 
“If the party’s gonna be that good as you say, they can’t miss out either, now can they?” George answered while Fred just eyed you up and down with a smirk.
You looked over their shoulder to see that all of the students were dressed in different clothes instead of  their uniform so it would be easier to sneak them in. 
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You motioned for them to follow you and this is how you found yourself wondering the dungeons with a bunch of Gryffindors. As you got closer to the common room, the sound of music was heard, but it was muffled as the door was closed.
You told the Gryffindors your password and headed to the common room. As you stopped in front of the stone skull with snakes around it. The skull eyed you carefully choosing to test Hermione.
���Password?” the skull asked not taking eyes from Hermione. You nudged her in the ribs as she seemed a little nervous.
“Pureblood?” she answered but it came more like a question, making skull suspicious.
“Are you a Slytherin?” the skull asked.
“Yes” Hermione answered in unison with Ron and skull seemed to give up as you heard the common room door open and the music was now more hearable and mixed with the sound of people chatting.
You stepped first as the Gryffindors followed and dear Merlin did they expect the sight they were met with. You all stood frozen in the common room, filled with so many people that it was obvious there were some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws as well.
The room was huge, dark and neon green lights were lighting the room as the white laser lights flickered with the beat of the music. The room was hot as it was filled with bunch of students, who were either grinding on each other or chatting with some drinks in their hands.
You turned around to look at the Gryffindors that stood behind you, only to be met with their shocked facial expressions. Ron’s and Neville’s mouths hung open, as Ginny looked amazed and twins eyes were widening with every single second.
You smirked to yourself and as you were about to say something you heard a voice behind you, causing you to turn back around.
“Look who’s here” Crabbe said. capturing everyone’s attention.
“Aahh, come to see the show?” your favorite white boy said with a dangerous smirk.
“Relax boys” Pansy stepped from the behind as she eyed everyone carefully. You both smirked as Pansy knew why you sneak them in. 
“Have fun” you smirked back at them and left with your fellow Slytherins.
You were headed to the dance floor, but spotted the royal grand piano at the corner of the room, where Draco and Pansy were starting to move. You followed them and danced with your friends for a while, before the song was almost over.
“C’mon Draco, sit down” Pansy motioned for Draco to sit at the piano. He put his fingers carefully on the keys and suddenly the room was filled with the magical sound of the piano, that was the grand finale of the trippy song that was playing.
As soon as Draco finished, Blaise who was a DJ of the night turned the next song. You headed to the table of drinks were you spot the bunch of the Gryffindors who yet were scared to split.
“What’s this rubbish?” you heard Harry ask as you saw twins pull out something from Hermione’s little bag.
“Heh, What’s this rubbish he says” Fred said as he pulled out the bottle out. “That, there is the secret to our success.” he added as he poured some for Harry and others.
it looked like a simple firewhiskey bottle but it was obvious, that they have added something to the alcohol, otherwise why would they pull out something that was already on the Slytherin tables.
“Wherever did you get it?” Neville asked confused, with a little panic rising in his voice as Ron drank the whole glass in just one gulp. You raised your eyebrows from the back of the twins, where you stood.
“They made me do it” he said with a little scared expression as he pointed his index finger to the twins.
“Did not” they said in unison defending themselves, as they turned around to see you, arms crossed and a curiosity rising on your face.
“Ready Fred?” George asked as he poured some for himself and his twin brother.
“Ready George” Fred answered before crossing their arms.
“Bottoms up!” they spoke together and drank their mysterious drink in one gulp as their younger brother did before and soon they Gryffindors started to split in different directions as twins headed to the Blaise Zabini, who was in control of the music.
You followed them not knowing how Blaise would react to those dorks. They started whispering something to Blaise who looked you straight in the eyes waiting for the approval, you nodded not knowing what was about to come, but the curiosity got the best of you.
Soon the song was over and Blaise gave Fred and George last glimpse before turning on the next song, causing them to yell and laugh as they started dancing with some weird moves and headed in the middle of the dance floor.
Twins were dancing in such a funny way that crowd started to form in a circle around them. Everyone was cheering as they danced. Fred saw you clapping and laughing along with the crowd, he took your hand and pulled you to himself.
He took both of your hands in his own and started swinging them in different directions, his pathetic attempts to dance making you giggle. Soon you were snatched away by George who swung you around and was dancing with you as the crowd joined in. At the end you were dancing with Draco, who was trying his best to dance as smoothly ass possible. 
When the next track came, he was amused by the dirty lyrics as he made a weird wolf whistle at the top of his lunges. Drink after drink everyone was getting more wasted and soon you tasted the liquor twins have brought, it tasted like simple firewhiskey, but you knew there was something in it, something you couldn’t identify as the wave of confidence washed over you.
The music was becoming more distant as you danced with god knows who and soon your favorite song by Arctic monkeys came.
“Good one Goyle” you heard Draco say to his housemate who turned out to turn this song on.
You felt someone grip your hips from the behind and you turned around to be met with Adrian Pucey, your quidditch mate, who definetely had a crush on you. You swung your hands around his neck and danced with him, drops of sweat forming on your forehead as your cheeks flushed red because of the temperature in the room, but dear did you know Fred was watching you, face flashed red out of anger, as some girl tried to grind on him.
You soon saw Daphne Greengrass taking Hermione upstairs and the worried expression ran across Harry’s face. As soon as the song was over, you left Pucey, took Harry by his arm and both of you followed Hermione and Daphne. 
You heard both of them leaving Daphne’s dorm and Hermione looked the most chill you could’ve ever seen. Her eyes were barely open but she had a grin on her face.
“Hermione? are you okay?” Harry asked with a worried expression as Hermione swung her arms around botch of your necks and leaded youdownstairs back to the party. 
“I wanna rob” she said with a grin and left as she spotted specific ginger when the next song came.
You and Harry were both too exhausted to join and both sat on the leather couch that was moved a little from where it usually was located. You spot some Hufflepuff boys eyeing you with smirks along with Cedric Diggory as they talked with Ginny, one of them sliding their arm around her waist. You sensed Harry tensing up and followed him as he stood up and headed straight to the ginger girl.
Some of the boys started mocking Harry as he asked Ginny: “Can I have a word?” Ginny nodded and before they could leave the guy who was getting touchy with Ginny, yelled “You stink potter!” earning an angry “Shut it!” from Ginny as they left you with the Hufflepuff boys, that were in the same year as you and the twins.
As you thought about the twins you saw them at the staircase staring right at you. You were about to head to them but they gave Cedric a quick nod as they ran upstairs. Cedric grabbed your wrist and started to dance with you as other Hufflepuff boys found their partners for a dance.
You grew curious of Twins behavior and as if Cedric could read your mind he leaned down to speak to you.
“You know the Prefects bathroom on the fifth floor?” he asked and you nodded carefully. “It’s not a bad place for a bath” he said with a smirk as he nodded towards the stairs the twins were standing at few moments ago.
Before you could thank him, he was gone and you were running upstairs. Five goddamn floors. Some of the hallways and stairs were empty some of them were full of snogging people, but you could care less as you ran as fast as you could through the secret passages twins taught you with the Marauder’s map.
As soon as you reached the bathroom Cedric was talking about, you swung the door open and stepped in, closing it behind you.
“Hello, Lady” twins greeted from the bath as the sound of bubbles popping were echoed in the stone cold walls. They turned around and you could see their naked torsos as the scent of something sweet was tickling your nose. The scent made you dizzy and bubbly, as if you were head over heels in love.
“Come and join the big boys” they said in sync and as if the world was against you, the music that was coming from downstairs changed into the most sexual song you’ve ever heard. (I see red/She mashup, thank me later) With a flick of your wand you were left only in your underwear and a bra as you jumped straight in the water with a little splash.
You felt and heard both of the boys approaching you as you felt even dizzier and weirdly attracted to them, something about their presence, the smell, the water, the song made you extremally horny, especially when both of them started messing around and splashing some water at you. 
As soon as both of them stopped you froze at place as you smelled smoke as if from fireworks, cinnamon and Fred’s shampoo that smelled different from the one George used. The scent got more hard to ignore as they both approached you, the smell making your head spin around, you couldn’t figure out what was happening and what has gotten into you as they spoke.
“You’re needs are greater than ours.” Fred said as they were on each side of yours. “George, if you will” Fred said with a little jealousy mixed with mischief in his voice and soon George was grabbing you by your waist and you lost no time in bringing him down by his neck as your lips collided with his own. You started to make out as the splashes of water were mixed with the song that was playing downstairs.
You were friends with twins for seven years and never in those years you have ever wanted to kiss George, Fred on the other hand was the different story, you have developed a huge crush on him, which ended up in you kissing him once while playing truth or dare. All you could think was Fred while you were snogging his twin brother and even though you were attracted to him right now, you knew that all you desired was Fred, you wish those lips tested or felt the same as Fred’s but they didn’t and then you realized that the smell that was attracting you towards George was gone. 
You pulled away as guilt started to rise in your body. You turned to Fred who was now at the edge of the bath watching you two carefully, with jealousy and anger visible in his eyes. Fred has always liked you more than just a friend but he could never admit it to anyone, not even his brother.
You swam to Fred carefully with concern in your eyes as his face got a little softer. As you reached him the scent that was driving you mad got stronger and you just couldn’t hold yourself back.
“I only want you” you whispered your faces few inches away from each other. You took his face in both of your hands as his eyes were filled with something you couldn’t identify. 
“Wicked” he whispered with a smirk and you hushed him before finally meeting his lips in a hurried and passionate kiss. 
He grabbed your waist underwater and pulled you closer as your tongues fought for dominance, none of you giving up. The kiss was similar to the last one you shared, but it was way much better, it was far from something innocent you shared in the fifth year, it was more messy and full of lust.
“Freddie, I love you” you mumbled between the kisses and when you realized you confessed the feelings you weren’t even admitting to yourself, panic started to form in your body as Fred stopped and looked you straight in the eyes. You prepared for a rejection but he only nodded before connecting your lips once more.
As you didn’t kiss back he pulled away and started to rub lazy circles with his thumb on your waist. “me too, love” he whispered to your lips and now you connected your lips once more.
You both were intoxicated with the amount of alcohol you have taken, but little did you know the drink that twins offered before, was full of felix felicis and the scent that was feeling this bathroom was the love potion this two has poured in the bath. This is why you were not capable of holding yourself back and neither was Fred. The love potion was not as strong as Amortentia, that’s why the spell broke when you were kissing George. 
The make out session turned more hot when you felt something touching your thigh and you smirked to yourself as you felt Fred getting excited underneath his underwear, but before it could turn into something more you heard Hermione’s voice from outside the door.
“Alohomora” and the lock turned around revealing the music change. As the door swung open both twins were underwater. You were too late to hide under  the bubbles as the bunch of people stormed in.
“Wohohoo” Draco smirked “Do you mind if I slyther in?” he asked and before you could respond Crabbe started walking around. 
“Look who’s here” he said pointing down to the twins. 
“Fred and George” Ron answered and they both came out of the water with a splashing sound.
“That’s ghastly” Ginny said with a disguised face, causing everyone to burst into laughter, especially twins. When more people entered the bathroom even Hermione was giggling and twins started yelling and laughing in victory. 
Hermione sensed how uncomfortable you felt and with the help of Ginny and Pansy, she threw everyone out of the bathroom.
“Honestly, get dressed!” she said in a strict voice and closed the door behind her, leaving you and the twins alone. Awkward silence fell between the three of you as you stayed frozen water covering you to your collar bones.
Fred and George exchanged the looks as they figured out who you liked, before saying in unison “Mischief managed” and it was enough for you to giggle as they chuckled. 
Three of you got out of the water and dried yourselves with a spell. You got back downstairs now fully dressed and headed to the table of drinks, not being able to hold previous events without some alcohol. 
As you went downstairs you didn’t feel that dizzy anymore, but the sound of the music that was playing made you think about your confession even more as you saw twins mix with the crowd. Fred headed to the empty leather couch and eyed you from the corner of the room as you stood awkwardly next to the table and sipped on your drink.
For few more songs you looked at each other not even seeing or caring about the people around you as they danced. You were out of your daze as you saw Fred getting up from the couch with a worried expression, he wasn’t looking at you anymore and as you followed his gaze you saw Draco and Harry arguing. 
You made your way through the crowd and as you were close to hear what they were fighting about you heard Harry yell.
“I don’t give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy!” Harry was roaring as he pushed Draco and now Fred was holding him back. He captured everyone’s attention and as the crowd was about to from around the two of them, Blaise turned every Slytherin’s favorite song to capture their attention back. “He’s vile and cruel” Harry got out from Fred’s grip roughly as ‘Daddy issues’ by the Neighbourhood was ringing in your ears with everyone singing along. “And you’re pathetic” Harry said through his teeth and left. Fred gave you an apologetic look as he followed his housemate.
“Come on Draco, sit down” Pansy mentioned for the seat next to her on the leather couch where Fred used to sit few moments ago. Draco started sobbing and you sat on his other side to comfort him. 
You could never leave his side, he was one of your closest friends and no one out of the Slytherin house knew what he was going through. Those careless Gryffindors opening their big mouths before even knowing half of the story is just annoying and you felt angry. You regretted sneaking them at your victory party. It was Draco’s moment to shine as he had caught the snitch today, but no you ruined it for him as he was a sobbing mess inside your and Pansy’s arms.
You got up to throw all the Gryffindors out not caring about upsetting Fred since you were so confused about the incident as well, but Pansy stopped you, shaking her head as if she knew what you were going to do. You knew Draco needed you there so you stayed.
Draco finally clamed himself down and his rude, cocky side was back. As the song was over and everyone was clapping, Pansy decided to cheer her favorite boy up, so she got up and with a swish of her wand a silver pole appeared between the two leather couches that were facing each other.
Pansy started dancing seductively putting Draco in the mood, but even though she was only putting on the show for Draco you saw Blaise approaching the three of you as he left his stand to Goyle so he could switch the music later. Draco watched amused as Pansy swung her hips with the rhythm of music, but more and more people were approaching you and soon crowd has formed.
Draco made wolf whistle noises as he sat back on the couch his legs spread apart. Blaise stared with a drool on his chin and Draco noticed, His face soon changing into a strict and angry one.
“Amused Blaise?” he asked with a growl and now bunch of students from each house were watching the show.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy asked quietly as she realized the crowd around her. She became uncomfortable but wasn’t going to stop cheering Draco up. You grew tired as you saw hungry eyes of the boys watching a 16 year old when most of them were at least 2 years older. You pushed Pansy from the pole and right into Draco’s lap and took the pole.
You’d rather have people sexualizing you than a younger girl who happened to be your best friend. You started dancing around the pole capturing more attention and soon your eyes met Fred’s furious ones. 
George grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the pole. You now where surrounded by the Gryffindors and Fred motioned for Goyle to change the song, but the one he turned on seemed to be even more sexual as the room got darker. Before the Fred and George could question you, Patil twins approached.
“Hello boys” they said together.
“Don’t you look-” one of them eyed you in your pink silk dress that pointed your body shape perfectly. “-Dashing” she finished her sentence and one of them took Harry to the dance floor as the other snatched Neville.
As the crowd was gone, Fred and George turned around to you, but Pucey has already stolen you for a dance. Fred sighed to himself as he formed fists.
As you were dancing with lazy moves you spotted Harry awkwardly dancing with one of the Patil twins, while the room was getting darker as you overheard their dialogue.
“Harry, take. my. waist.” she whispered.
“What?” Harry asked confused.
“Now!” she demanded and the moment Harry put his hands on her waist the beat dropped and lights went out before starting to flicker madly.
Adrian wasted no time to grip your hips while he danced with you. After few minutes you begged for Salazar to make the song be over and as if he heard your prayers the song has chsnged. Blaise turned the next one and the green lights were steady again. 
You looked over the table at the end of the room where Blaise used to turn the music, but you saw that it was Pansy turning the next track and Daphne already standing on the table as she twerked to the song. Crowd of girls were around the table that were hyping her, cheering, dancing and screaming as Pansy joined white haired girl. You rolled your eyes but before you could realize Hermione was pulling you along with her to the table and she pushed you up as she knew damn well how good you were with your hips. 
All eyes were glued to the three of you standing on the table as Hermione didn’t join, but you wasted no time in joining the dance, earning some screams as you took another shot that someone has passed you from the underneath.
Your eyes were roaming the crowd and you could’ve swore you never saw so much jealousy but also amusement in the eyes you grew to love. As he was already watching, why not put on the show?
So you swung your hips finding the confidence with the screams and claps of random students. Fred was leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest and You put on your best dance moves, not breaking the eye contact. You were looking straight in his eyes as his ones roamed your body and were back to yours. 
As the music was coming to an end you saw him smirk and leave the wall, moving straight in your direction, but before he could reach you Pucey snatched you from the table in the bridal style as Fred shook his head disappointed and left to the couch. 
After few moments you got out of the crowd of people and went to couch to see some of the Gryffindors seated with Blaise and Goyle. As you approached you heard Fred’s voice who’s back was facing you.
“C’mon you try it” He said passing George a joint.
“No” George denied and Fred put the joint in between his lips, as you sat on the arm of the couch. You saw him light the lighter as you looked down at him. He blew the smoke out of his mouth with his eyes closed and head hanging back.” I tried years ago” George admitted with an eye roll.
You snatched the joint from Fred’s hand and put it between your lips as he finally looked up to you with a confused look. You just winked at him and blew the smoke out, while you passed the joint back to him. He took it and wrapped his hand around your waist as he was the one sitting at the arm of this couch.
Soon Blaise took another joint form Fred and you all started cheering and yelling as the music rang in your ears. Goyle took a joint as well, while Ron sat there awkwardly. Finally he gave in and as he blew the smoke out he started coughing, causing you all to burst into laughter. The rest of the song you all were a laughing mess until Hermione approached you with Draco and Pansy on her sides. 
She sat next to Ron with a judgmental expression. “I think it’s funny” she said sarcastically. Who she was to judge? god knows what she took from Daphne at the beginning of the party.
“Oh yeah, terribly funny. Really witty” Draco said giving you an unpleased look as he saw your red puffy eyes and Fred’s hand wrapped around your waist as his fingers traced random patterns on your thigh. “God this place is gone to the dogs” he scrunched his face as Pansy pushed him away. The next song started and the crowd cheered as the magical sound of ‘Beat it’ by Michael Jackson was heard in the air. Surprisingly to everyone that artist was a wizard who loved to pretend as if he was a muggle.
For the rest of the song you all stayed at the same spot and were a giggling messes, but soon something from the behind captured your attention as the new song started.
The table you were standing few moments ago, now was occupied by Ginny Weasley. She was dancing, twerking as someone from the crowd grabbed her butt. You and Pansy were headed to the table and to your surprise the one most concerned turned out to be Pansy.
“What are you waiting for?” she threw her hands in the air, as if something woke up in her. You felt her tense up not liking the behavior of the guy behind Ginny. She felt exactly the same way over the younger girl as you felt about her when everyone was staring as she danced on the pole. “Someone grab him!” she yelled as she recognized the boy was from Ravenclaw.
“Don’t be so mean” Ginny answered from above the table, but as you thought she was too wasted to function you heard others approaching from behind. Fred and George’s rambling heard, while you were surprised why none of them did anything at the sight of the show, but before you could pull Ginny down, she pushed the boy away and he fell down from the table.
Oh so this is why none of the Weasleys did anything, this one here is the most tough one. Ginny respected herself so much that she would never let a random guy grind on her or touch her without her permission. You adored the young girl who turned out to be one of the strongest females you have ever seen. 
Ginny went along with her dance as the crowd started to cheer about her self defense.
“Fantastic Ginny!” Harry roared from the crowd as the Gryffindors tried to push through.
“She couldn’t take her eyes of you, could she?” You heard Hermione talking to Harry as twins finally approached you.
“And then again, as we heard sis you’re doing just fine on your own” Fred said now standing beside you as he finished his dialogue with George, addressing the sentence to Ginny.
You looked back at Hermione and Harry who pulled Neville and Luna away from each other as they made their way to you.
“He is lovely” Luna said innocently.
“And that’s snogging” Hermione answered pointing back to what she saw. You giggled as Fred slid his arm around your waist while Ginny danced as if her life depended on it, crowd hyping her. 
As soon as you were about to join you heard Filch’s voice coming through the dungeons. “Students out of beds!” He was yelling “Students at the corridors” he was approaching as the chaos started around you. The music got lower as Harry started to quiet everyone down.
“Quiet please” he huffed but everyone was chaotically running to their own dorms.
“Shut it!” Ginny yelled and jumped off the table as you lead all the Gryffindors to one of the secret passages that lead straight to the fat lady portrait.
“Thanks” Harry mumbled to Ginny as they disappeared in the hallway. Fred was the last one to go and as he was about to bent down to crawl through the secret passage, he turned around, gave you passionate kiss on the lips and soon shut the door behind him as the music was off and you were headed back to your dorm, Fred Weasley on your mind.
PART 2
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"Well I'm looking forward to reading those (last 2)books to hear what [GRRM] comes up with.I mean I think that..it was the end the way that it was supposed to be according to you know Dan and David" - Nikolaj
WHOOMP! There it is! D&D never told Nikolaj that Jaime and Cersei’s ending was from GRRM because it isn’t! It was already so obvious a lot of the show was bad fanfic by D&D and not GRRM stuff but this proves it even more! I stopped caring about Game of Thrones cast interviews since the show ended because it’s always just the actors blindly defending Dumb and Dumber and blaming the fans for the negative backlash for like over a year now so I’m surprised something useful was actually said lol.
Anyway thanks Nik for confirming that embarrassing and universally hated TwInCesT ending was all D&D and their bad taste. Anybody still actually insisting Jaime and Cersei will have the same storyline in the books can keep looking like the illiterate fools they are. 😘
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Jaime Lannister - Honour vs Loyalty
And why I didn’t like his ending.
Ok, so I was going to write a post about my thoughts on how they ended the show for Jaime Lannister, but it was getting very, very long, so it will have to wait for another day. Because yes, nearly a month after I finished watching the series, I’m still not over that.
Anyway, as that post was getting very long, I thought I’d just focus on this one thing here, and that’s the idea of honour vs loyalty and how it effects Jaime as a character.
Spoilers below (cause I’m sure there’s still a few people in the world who don’t know yet how it ends.)
Ok, so to say it bugs me that Jaime went back to Cersei at the end of the series and died in her arms is putting it mildly. No matter how much I try to reconcile it, or watch/read people’s opinions on it, I just can’t get it to make sense. It’s more than a bit frustrating.
For me, it makes no sense that, after all that character development, after everything he went through and everything he watched his sister do, after finding another woman who not only believed in the good in him, but helped bring it out, he decides to run back to Cersei.
Now, I’ll leave most of my thoughts on that in the other post (I have a lot, lol!) and just wanted to focus on here the idea that Jaime’s ending is somehow tied up with his concept of honour vs loyalty. Or at least in how I’ve read people try to justify it.
Ok, so I’ve not read the books yet, but I’ve read enough quotes/analysis and opinions online to know that after about series 4, Jaime’s character takes a very different path to what we have in the show. So I’m only really talking about the show here. Also, I have only watched it all once, recently in a marathon watch, so there’ll be loads of stuff I’ve missed or forgotten.
And I’ve read/watched enough online to know a lot of people are also very annoyed that Jaime went back to Cersei. In fact, most of what’s been bugging me is based on comments I’ve read on YouTube or series 8 reviews. The main video, or review, mentions that they don’t like how they assassinated Jaime’s character arc, but then there are discussions in the comments saying that for some they do think it makes sense.
Now, I’m not saying they’re wrong, but I do disagree with some of the main justifications they have said. One of these is that people say it was honourable for Jaime to return to Cersei at the end. That it made sense for his character to return to his sister and it did complete his character arc.
My thoughts on that are basically NOPE! You’ve misunderstood the point of his character arc. I’ll save most of my thoughts for the other post, but to summarise, for me, Jaime’s character arc has been both about redemption and identity. It’s been about becoming a better person and trying to make amends for your past mistakes, but also about finding your own voice, your own thoughts and your own inner self. And, as both these arcs are tied together for Jaime, overall his whole character arc was about him breaking away from Cersei and, through doing that, becoming a better person.
Yeah, I know that sounds kinda corny and simplified, but, for me, that’s overall been Jaime’s character arc. He’s had plenty of slip ups (cough mainly the writers refusing to let Twincest go cough), but overall he’s grown as a person, so what we see in series 8 up to that scene in episode 4, is a better, changed person. As he says to Bran, “I’m not that man anymore.”
This means the fact that he just goes back to her at the end, does indeed ruin his whole character arc. And I honestly can’t get it to make any sense in way that isn’t JUST because the writers decided he should.
So, if we then consider the idea that it’s somehow honourable for him to go back to Cersei… Ok, I can see why people may think that, but for me, it’s not honour, it’s loyalty. Honourable would be to continue on the better path, acknowledging that your sister has done wrong, continues to do wrong and has gone down the opposite path. Jaime’s path has been about redemption, Cersei’s has been one of villainy.
Cersei needs to pay for her crimes as it were and that is, imho, the honourable thing to do. Now pay for your crimes doesn’t mean anything as awful as torture or that walk of shame (no, even though Cersei tortured others, I’d never say the same should be done to her). But as she’s never shown any remorse for what she’s done (unlike Jaime, who then had 7 series of redemptive arc making up for it), it’s not honourable for Jaime to go back to try and save her, to think they can just run off together. Of course, I know and understand both Jaime’s and also Tyrion’s inability to just let her die – they instinctively want to try to help her because she’s their sister. That’s why Tyrion still keeps on trying to plead with her. If Jaime was already in Kings Landing he could do the same.
No, the issue is he leaves Brienne in the dead of night, breaking her heart and saying how hateful he is, rides all the way to Kings Landing just to be with Cersei. Especially when he knows it’s pretty much a suicide mission and won’t make any difference. That is not honourable - to want to die with your evil twin sister so she’s not alone. That is loyalty.
And, this brings me back to the whole honour vs loyalty issue with Jaime, and why series 8 messed it up imho. In the earlier series, we see that Jaime is very loyal to his House, as is everyone in Westeros really. And usually loyalty is seen as a good trait – in our world as well as the world of GoT. And the Lannisters are even more focused on their loyalty as we see from Tywin. Your house/family is it and you pledge loyalty and are willing to die for them. So him being willing to do all he can to save his sister, that is loyalty.
And Jaime is very loyal to his house. But he’s also a Knight and Brienne is right, there is also honour in him. Something she first found out when he told her about why he killed the Mad King, and something that she has been slowly encouraging and bringing out in Jaime ever since.
Yet what do you do if your House/family are not honourable? The Lannisters as a House have done all sorts of bad things, including things like organising the Red Wedding and Cersei’s attack on the Sept. What do you do then, when your honour conflicts with your loyalty? This, for me, is one of the biggest struggles for Jaime’s character and so imperative in his overall character arc.
This is something that is brought up in the tent scene between Brienne and Jaime – they both know there is no honour (ie, it’s not the right, moral thing to do) to attack and kill the Tully rebels when they are defending the home the Lannister’s took from them. But he is a Lannister. And this is a big struggle for Jaime – as he’s trying to be more honourable and become a better person, his loyalty to his House and family are more and more at odds with that. Even more so when you consider his complicated relationship with his sister.
In that situation, he found an alternative; a way to still be loyal to his house, by taking back RiverRun, but also be honourable, by making sure no blood was spilt.
And for me, as Jaime grows in his character arc, he starts to choose honour over loyalty more and more (eg giving Brienne the Quest to find Sansa rather than killing Sansa at Cersei’s request and then freeing Tyrion against his sister and father’s wishes.) This culminates in the scene where Brienne challenges him outright in the Dragon Pit. There is no alternative here; he can do the right, honourable thing and join the fight for mankind, or he can choose to remain loyal to his sister and Queen and not help.
Now, we know this isn’t an easy decision for Jaime, but eventually, he does just that. He chooses the honourable thing by going to the North to help them. And that is, imho, where he finally and fully breaks away from Cersei and becomes his own person.
So, for me, the idea that it is honourable for him to return to Cersei goes against his whole character arc. It ruins his identity arc, because he once more stops being his own person, stops making his own decisions and is all focused on Cersei again. And it goes against his redemption arc, by choosing loyalty above honour, by returning to her and trying to save her after everything she has done.
That is not honour, it is loyalty, which is basically taking Jaime back to the start – where he always did choose loyalty over honour and it made him do some pretty darn bad things.
So, for me, for a Jaime that had been through so much, come so far in his character arc, his identity and redemption, to return to Cersei like that is a complete 180 and a waste of those 7 years of character development we saw.
And it makes no sense.
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I remember Lena was the featured guest at some fan convention not long after the show ended. I felt bad for her when she said filming the final season was very lonely 'cause the rest of the cast was all together shooting the Winterfell and Long Night scenes. But that's as long as my empathy lasted 'cause she later said Jaime should'nt have slept with Brienne and that she believed Cersei truly loved Jaime and in my head I was just, like "At what point did y'all just stop acknowledging it's fucking incest??? They're brother and sister, stop romanticizing it!!!"
Yup I remember. She also said Cersei loved Tyrion too. 🤣 I think she was a little mad and jelly that people liked JB and not JC just like she was mad people didn't want her autograph because the majority didn't like Carol so she spent years trying to make Carol some kind of anti-hero. Her interpretations of the characters were just as warped as Dumb and Dumber's. I'll always laugh at how hard they failed at trying to make an incestuous and abusive relationship this sweeping epic romance they wanted people to cheer for. Especially when there's two other incest ships in the GoT fandom that are way more popular than Twincest who achieved their popularity without any of D&D/HBO's help. This comment that Denise44 left on an article about Nikolaj defending Jaime's arc in S8 sums it all up beautifully. It can apply to Lena too:
"Describing the incestuous relationship between his character & his character’s mass-murdering psychotic sister as a “couple” confers a grossly inappropriate amount of normalcy on the sexually abhorrent. But then, what can one expect from an actor whose interview comments repeatedly reveal his lack of comprehension of George RR Martin’s books and even the distorted TV adaptation of them."
Anyways, GoT actors defending D&D's vision doesn't matter because their opinions had no effect on anything and didn't change the general public's opinion as proven two years later.
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Recappin’ Riverdale, 1x10: The Lost Weekend
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This episode is such a good example of how to portray so many emotions wordlessly. Bughead exist on honesty and acceptance. I would submit that this is what made them last so much longer than the other couples on the show. 
- Sigh. I really don’t want to do this one. 
- Why does school go to 3:01? That’s oddly specific
- If I just start skipping the narrations would that be cool?
-  Look I have zero doubt the Riverdale cast has partied together and it’s like if they’ve done that why are these party scenes so awkward?
- Ah, Jarchie scenes and normal teenage boys playing video games. Two more things that didn’t last. 
- This is actually really sad and sweet. At the end of the day, Archie is still a kid and he wants his parents together. 
-  Don’t feel sorry for Hiram, don’t feel sorry for Hermoine. 
- Honestly, I feel like Betty’s intentions were good here. A bit misguided, sure, but it did honestly start out as a small gathering to celebrate Jughead and from what we know about her, it did come from a place of love. 
- Ah the fingernail cuts thing. Another thing that was quickly forgotten about. 
- Again, Betty and Jughead built a really healthy relationship foundation. Their instinct is to be very honest and transparent with each other. 
- Okay, so in this episode there is confirmation that FP wasn’t ONLY a shitty father after Gladys and Jellybean left, but right from Jug’s childhood. But cool, lets selectively ignore that. 
- I am VERY MUCH skipping past this dance battle thing, which I honestly think has to go up there with the rocketship for most ridiculous scene ever. 
- I honestly feel bad for Cheryl and god she can rip people apart with words. Also thank GOD they started letting Madelaine do her own makeup. It is SO noticeable when she does her own, it looks about 5000 times better. 
- What a great and non-problematic way that Riverdale treats its POC. Also Chuck is HOT. 
- God honestly Veronica’s parents are toxic before we even saw them on screen. 
- I’m skipping a lot of the party too. 
- Yes, one of these teens fathers was invited and it will not be awkward at all. 
- Yeah it’s the famous I’m a weirdo scene and it’s just as cringey. This is just PEAK Riverdale. It’s up there with “I’d know those abs anywhere” and “the epic highs and lows of high school football”
- Right after this speech you can tell Jug knows he’s gone too far. And he has. He was an asshole. 
- Ah almost directly calling the twincest out. So close to doing something about it but not quite. 
- Again, I feel so bad for Cheryl
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- “is that why you became a mediocre musician overnight” THIS is the kind of lampshading I live for
- Even when it’s bad Jughead still defends Betty, and we begin the tradition of Jughead punching people who insult Betty
- FP saving Bughead. We briefly stan. Briefly. 
- IT’S THE FIRST FALICE SCENE. I wish more time had been devoted to this. 
- And the first of FP’s Somewhat Accurate Snake Facts
- Could we read the symbolism of Jughead not wearing his beanie in the Bughead scene? It sort of symbolizes him throwing his security blanket away, and being completely open and himself.
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- Nice parallel with Varchie too. Them being the person the other confides in, and feels safe with. While I genuinely wish they had kept this up, I don’t think this was the case in later seasons. They seem to protect information from each other and I don’t think it benefits them. 
- Sidenote, I love Veronica’s outfit. It’s teenage-looking but also so cute. 
- I so wish for more Jeronica scenes. They’re hilarious together in the brief interactions they have. 
- Hermoine Lodge is not innocent, I do not support her, and I will die on that hill happily. 
- Jughead eating his whole ass cake. 
- Love Alice’s hair in this scene. Super cute. 
- Veronica and her capes. 
- I DEMAND more B and V scenes. 
- How did Hiram know that Veronica trashed the pearls?
- Welcome, Molly Ringwald! You never really did leave the teen genre, did you? 
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Why this is all down to forced, bad writing (a.k.a. “kind of forgot”)
I am honestly tired of people trying to push back against rightfully enraged fans saying “this makes sense, if you think about it”, because it does NOT. 
In order for this to make sense you have to ignore internal consistency (not just from one season to another, but even within the same season - if not episode), you have to ignore past events, you have to write characters as forgetful of their own past events and those of the characters they interact with, and you have to resort to Deus Ex Machina explanations such as “addiction” and “madness” to explain why characters who were seemingly moving in a certain direction, as grey as they can be, can suddenly flip a switch with the sound of a bell or with one sentence, like they are brainwashed sleeper agents in a bad 60s Cold War movie. 
And we *know* for a fact that this is the kind of handwaving D&D have been doing all along this season, to get the plot where they wanted it to go, against all internal logic. It was them saying that Dany “kind of forgot about Euron’s fleet” just because they needed her to be weakened and Missandei executed to justify her madness (and in that war council full of people, not ONE advisor remembered Euron? Sure). It was Nutter saying that Euron “wasn’t paying attention” when Tyrion brought up Cersei’s pregnancy, because they didn’t want drama over the paternity to be explored. And you can see that kind of modus operandi across so many of the pivotal, destructive moments in this season:
- In order for Jaime and Brienne’s breakup to work, they had to deliberately write Brienne as a passive, weak recipient to Jaime’s words. Brienne who, only two episodes prior, stood in front of a room full of people ready to kill Jaime on the spot, in order to defend him by listing just a couple of his many honorable deeds, had to stay quiet as Jaime listed the three bad deeds that apparently write off his character as unredeemable (one, which he asked and received forgiveness for; another, which was show-only, and yet another which was changed in the show to be about Cersei rather than about Catelyn). They could not have her respond with a list of all the honourable things he had done FOR HER and for others here, or it would have made no sense for Jaime to leave like that. So Brienne “kind of forgot” about the fact that she knows Jaime better than anyone, wept and let him go. 
- Despite Jaime and Tyrion spending most of the season hanging out with Brienne, and Tyrion obviously knowing about Jaime and Brienne’s relationship and being happy for them, once Jaime leaves Winterfell, it’s like Brienne has been wiped from both their minds. Nobody brings her up. Why? Because there would be no way to logically justify how Tyrion, who was fantasizing about killing Cersei as a zombie two episodes prior, and Jaime, who dropped Cersei’s plans in Daenerys’ lap when she was still at full strength with two dragons and two full armies, would suddenly BOTH be so concerned with rescuing their abusive sister from her well-earned doom, instead of protecting the happiness they finally found as a family in the North, with Brienne. So both Jaime and Tyrion “kind of forgot” about Brienne and that’s all she wrote. 
- Cersei threatens to kill both Tyrion and Jaime when they are in King’s Landing, and sends Bronn after them to make sure they are dead. Yet, neither brother seems concerned or in any way angered by that fact, and, instead, really wants to save her. And when Jaime shows up in King’s Landing, Cersei is suddenly concerned that he’s injured, when she would have dropped the keys to Riverrun in Bronn’s lap had he brought her Jaime’s head not long ago. In order to make the (vomit) “romantic” twincest death possible, Tyrion, Jaime, and Cersei all “kind of forgot” that Cersei has wanted her brother dead for months. 
- Jaime sacrificed his reputation to save the people of King’s Landing. Yet his greatest sacrifice amounts to nothing, not only because he’s unable to prevent Daenerys from finishing what her father started, but because, apparently, Jaime now does not even care about the innocent. Had Jaime been true to his character and cared about the innocent and tried to help them, he would have never made it back to Cersei in time, and would have died honourably instead. D&D could just not have that. So Jaime “kind of forgot” he threw his reputation away when he was just 17 to save a city. 
They forced an ending onto Jaime’s arc like a duck that’s been force fed to make foie gras. That’s what it comes down to. Had they really wanted to have him die trying to save Cersei, they could have gone about it in literally 30 different ways that would have been truer to his character, without making every single character come across as fools in the process, at best, or assassinated at worst. The simplest would have been to have Jaime go back to save her because of their unborn child: Brienne would have understood without being heartbroken and finding her entire relationship with him invalidated. Tyrion would have understood, without coming across like an idiot who wants to save his sister after a life time of abuse and attempted murder. Jaime would have been true to his character, taking responsibility for the innocent life who didn’t ask for this. But that required too much thinking, and would have not romanticized incestuous toxicity. Which was really D&D’s ultimate goal all along. 
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book review: Carolyn Slaughter, Relations (1976)
Genre: Gothic psychological suspense
Is it the main pairing: yes
Is it canon: yes
Is it explicit: yes
Is it endgame: no
Is it shippable: yes
Bottom line: I read this concurrently with Wuthering Heights and allow me to play sommelier—10/10 recommend this wine pairing for maximum gothic extraness. tw: suicide
There’s boatloads of sex but this is not a horny story. It’s a lyrical story—in the sense of expressing direct, spontaneous feeling. Not that a story couldn’t be both (Wuthering Heights is both horny and lyrical) but I actually want to spend a minute defending this book to my past self. The first time I read it, I was unimpressed because Relations wasn’t much of a Love Story. You know the kind I’m talking about, you know the beats you’d expect it to hit: here is a pair of siblings tOrMeNtEd by their iLLiCiT pAsSiOn!!! I mean, the mode isn’t always tragic or dark but even the cream-puff versions of this arc entail some sort of line being crossed or feelings being caught. We are used to characters who begin in initial-state, a journey brings them to end-state and a clear delta separates the two conditions. This book says: fuck that. Fuck change. Fuck growth. My best days are behind me and I’m ok with that because now my brother is lost to me and I give zero fucks about anything else. We have a novel steeped in the symbolism of winter (the season of loss & deadness that is impermeable to change). Our pregnant heroine dreads her impending due date, in part because the child is not her beloved brother’s; but mostly because having a baby is just about the biggest change a body can be subjected to, and she’s actively averse to change. All she wants is her brother back. If you’re looking for characters to fall in love, as in transition from feeling one way to feeling another way, this is most likely not the book for you. But I enjoyed it a whole helluva lot and let me tell you why.
The predominant note of this story is MELANCHOLY. It’s backwards-looking rather than forward-looking, things just keep getting worse and worse for our protagonist and yet she’s unapologetic about what she did: she loved her brother, loves him still and always will. What I admire is that she is steadfast in the face of remorseless despair. Compare these quotes, this one from near the beginning: “I feel listless, often close to tears. I am beset by fiendish pangs.” This is from near the end: “I am hollow, clanging with emptiness; there is no solution.” Do you see what I mean by no delta between initial-state and end-state? I think there is an important distinction between this book and Forbidden, which holds out the promise of a happy ending only to snatch it away at the last minute, in that Relations puts its cards on the table & promises no such thing. It’s melancholy all the way down (well, three-quarters of the way down it transpires this book is in fact a high-concept Folgercest prequel I SHIT YOU NOT friends read it yourself).
In the novel’s present, our girl Catherine is entombed in a emotionally sterile marriage; in the past she grows up warmed by the sun of her brother Christopher’s regard & affection. Slaughter chooses to locate these strands at two crucial points in Cathy’s development—age ten (prepubescent) and age thirty (the age at which women’s “biological clocks” start ticking—this is relevant because Slaughter is writing in the 1970s even if Cathy is living in the late Victorian Era). We should note here that Christopher is older than Catherine by two years, aka the universally acknowledged INCEST SWEET SPOT (I know some of you favor twincest but you are WRONG and I will prove it in my forthcoming monograph on the topic). At age ten, Cathy and Christopher have intercourse for the first time after stumbling on their father’s secret porn stash. The sex is more mechanical than enjoyable, and that’s the point: they start banging out of curiosity, keep banging out of habit, and only later do hormones and feelings kick in. Ten- and twelve-year-olds just don’t get horny the way older kids do, and that is, again, the entire point. Slaughter structures it so the sex happens first (in the very first flashback chapter). The feelings don’t follow, the feelings don’t emerge, the feelings were there all along. What the sex does is seal a secret between the two of them, the secret of their father’s porn stash (hidden in an abandoned wing of the house).
If we turn back to the present, we find Catherine yoked to a man who excites zero feelings in her. By her own admission she married him because “I found him pleasant to listen to and he never made any demands upon me.”These are the qualities that recommend a husband to her—that he impose no psychic demands whatsoever! All her energies are already absorbed in reminiscence lol. We find out he proposed to her with a speech worthy of Pride & Prejudice’s Mr. Collins, and that he possesses not a particle of passion. Which is exactly how Cathy wanted it:
I entered the marriage in a state of apathy; simply undergoing it because of Mamma’s pressure, and because there seemed no other real alternative apart from marriage open to me.
We were married in the winter of my thirtieth year.
I walked down the aisle in a state of complete inertia, my sense muffled by the laudanum … I wished with all my heart he could have been my brother.
File away that glancing reference to winter; more on that later. For now please focus on how numb she is—not discontent, just apathetic. Cathy insists the present brings her nothing but pain and insists she doesn’t regret the choices that brought her here. She’s unrepentant about loving Chris, and explicitly rejects the conventional moral framing that would view her past self as “sinning” and her present self as “redeemed”:
I could not rid myself of the old and over-riding passion of my childhood. I decided eventually that no one would ever, could ever, be what my brother had been to me.
If I could have felt then, and now, that there was some evil in what we did, then I could have borne it. But I could find no evil in it.
I would not be so oppressed if I could but feel my past was wicked and scandalous. If I believed that, i could gladly submit to the institution or the grave. But some buoyant spirit within me keeps insisting that what I had was fine, and contained elements of true beauty.
“The institution or the grave,” she says. Those are the choices. If you want to have Thoughts and Feelings and not just a Body, then your lot as a woman is to end up either in a sanitarium or dead in childbed. Only when she looks back at her childhood does Cathy perceive a time when it was different, when Christopher, at least, saw her as a whole-ass person. Yes, this is another entry in dr. thecloserkin’s ongoing “Incest vs. the Patriarchy” series; if you guys thought I was going to stay off my bullshit for more than ten minutes then joke’s on you hahaha. Here are some quotes that show she was getting her emotional needs met as a child (she’s borderline suicidal as an adult):
leaves me with only the memory of such complete intimacy. It is beyond my reach now, and perhaps I shall never agin recapture it though I live to be ninety.
there was no discord in our interests and desires.
We talked all the time. We never ran out of conversation; I never grew tired of his speech.
It never occurred to me…that we would not always be together. There seemed no need for anyone else—he filled out my present and my past.
Ok so if everything was so idyllic back then what the heck happened? How did it all fall apart? Slaughter withholds the crucial revelatory scene until close to the end, but the story up till then is permeated by a very Gothic sense of creeping dread. The elephant on the horizon is change. Cathy and Chris are on the precipice of puberty, which portends seismic changes in their bodies, and the accompanying changes in their roles as they inch toward adulthood. Cathy doesn’t handle it well:
the old fear. A fear of things changing; of his face looking at me in an unfamiliar way; of our world altering and growing cold about me.
There seemed no question why it should not always continue in this way, and no reason why our bodies or our minds should change or suddenly not fit.
Our life became a little cloister: and I never wanted to leave it. The idea of change haunted me.
I was insisting, always, like a child, the nothing must change; nothing must happen to destroy our life together.
And here is where I connect her fear of change with her favorite season, winter:
I was afraid of change. It seemed menacing. I realized the sadness and bleakness of the winter really suited my nature best. It made me feel more real; sadness now seemed more real than happiness; more permanent, and therefore easier to bear.
the seasons change and find me the same. Nothing touches me, nothing makes me laugh or weep. I have no real substance.
OMG SHE’S A FUCKING REVENANT
”You are so thin. Your limbs are slim as these winter branches.”
I have touched my roots, my beginnings, the things that have formed me.
This book is an anti-change pro-winter manifesto. Winter is the season of desolation, where nothing grows, and if there is one change she adjures above all others it’s the life presently taking root within her womb:
If I am a seed about to burst, if I am to flower, the old seed, my Self, must die. Some new thing will grow out of me; but I must perish. I cannot have it; I cannot allow it to happen. I must protect myself from this that would devour me.
My body continued to change according to its own will, nothing could shift the determined embryo within me … I cannot bear the thought of this thing growing within me, living off my blood … I feel nothing but doom, and a great fear if this shall finally come to pass.
The progress of her pregnancy is literally making her mentally ill. I want to link this horror imagery to child!Cathy’s musings on the decomposition of her father’s corpse:
I wondered if all the flesh had fallen off by this time. I imagined his bones growing into the wood of the coffin, and the trees growing into his skull, the roots twisting around his rotting limbs.
People who read this passage and think “this is a really tight horror aesthetic but what is it doing in the middle of my luscious love story” are missing the point. This is a horror story. But instead of framing the incest as the impure act that violates and threatens our accepted categories, we are invited to view the pregnancy as a gross & unnatural hijacking of Cathy’s body. Her body’s fecundity defeats and puzzles her. She actually tells us about her nightmare wedding before she tells us about her real wedding; in her nightmare she looks at her bridegroom and:
transfixed with horror because he is without the male member — all that resides in the space between his thighs is a burnt-out stub—like the hacked branch of a tree deadened and blacked by many winters.
So far we’ve had body horror associated with (1) her father (2) her husband (3) her unborn baby. Notice who’s not on this list? Notice who she always thinks of with tenderness? Notice who doesn’t ever evoke an iota of fear or horror in Cathy? That’s right! Her brother. The whole incestuous affair is really an own-goal on patriarchy’s part, because the same doctor who warns Cathy’s mother against Cathy’s “wild and unnatural attachment to her brother” goes on to say:
Little girls, Madam, are the scourge of the earth. They have no future, but to grow into that unhealthy state of womanhood, with its unclean festerings and grotesque swellings of the abdomen. I would that little girls could always stay the pure young things they are before the age of eight.
This is some next-level IT WAS EVE’S FAULT SHE ATE THE APPLE spin. Can you blame Cathy for taking this venerable authority figure at his word, and staying “pure” by staying a child, by warding off womanhood and childbearing altogether? goodforher.jpg
Real quick here are some lighthearted episodes from their childhood since it’s not all doom and gloom: Christopher marches next door to confront the Frenchman who is maybe sleeping with their mom and is definitely perving on Cathy. Christopher returns the Frenchman’s gift of silk stockings with a grand declaration of “My sister Catherine has no need for these.” That’s right shut him down Chris!!! Also: Cathy falls into a frozen pond and Christopher rescues her. Their negligent mother blames Christopher. Cathy is shaking with pneumonia and all she wants to do is “make the sad look leave my brother’s sweet face.” Christopher refuses to leave her side until she rallies from the fever. He is thirteen:
I think that Christopher and I half-died together in that terrible week, and afterward, when the terror had passed, we were never quite the children we had been before.
Congrats kids you have undertaken a symbolic journey to the underworld!!!! Good job.
SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
It wouldn’t be a real incest story without a third sibling, an odd-man-out who helps us triangulate our main pairing’s relationship. Edward is a sociopath and a bully. Parents playing favorites always wreaks havoc with children’s sense of self-worth, but I think in this case it’s 90% down to Edward just being a bad egg (fwiw their father, when he was alive, did favor Christopher). Edward is a peripheral figure for most of their childhood; he appears only to “bang on our door to tell us to be silent for our giggling kept him awake.” That’s right, our door—teenage Catherine and Christopher share not just a room but a bed (!). Edward resurfaces as an adult to beg for Catherine’s intercession with his wife. He married an heiress, and now he seems to have soured on her. He talks about her “malady” and her “hysterical nonsense.” She has “phantom confinements.” They are “phantom” because she is barren. Sir you are literally a Victorian dude named Edward who keeps his mad wife locked up in the attic, you can sit allllll the way down. A heavily pregnant Catherine rolls up to Edward’s house just in time to witness his wife’s suicide: ”I had to make sure there was nothing inside me,” explains the poor woman, lying in a pool of blood after cutting her abdomen open with a knife. This seems fine. This whole society seems fine, right? Catherine reflects: “Ill-health or madness was her only solution, married as she was to a man who so complacently felt himself her superior” and “We are sepulchered alive in this close world, and want more room.” If this applies to her sister-in-law’s tragic fate it applies with equal force to her own situation. Cathy may not be physically barren but her inner life is empty af.
I’m going to talk about the breakup now. The climax of this book is the last time Cathy and Chris have sex. Contrast the arc of many slow-burn stories where the climax is the first time the main pairing has sex. Cathy’s menses doesn’t even arrive until after the incestuous affair is over! And what precipitates the breakup? Well, their mother decides to take the family on a seaside vacation. This is the summer when everything changes (Cathy’s favorite season is winter, and she abhors change). As for what changes, exactly, it’s kind of unclear? Wasn’t like they got caught having beach sex (which they had a ton of). The forces of change are wholly internal. They’re growing up. They’re waking up to the existence of social taboos that will brand their love “unnatural” & worse. As readers we can see that Catherine and Christopher’s attachment is as natural as breathing, and it’s actually the Incest Is Icky crowd that’s drawing harmful artificial boundaries. What happens is there’s a local girl who has obvious designs on Chris. She’s a nonentity but the mere existence of someone outside of Catherine and Christopher, someone who views one of them as an object of sexual desire, sort of punctures the bubble they’ve hitherto been living in. They can’t pretend society doesn’t exist or that what they’re doing isn’t immoral by its lights:
”We have never felt bad before. It just happened and there was no harm in it. I see no harm in it now—I cannot feel suddenly that it is wrong … but even if it is, why does it signify? Nobody knows.” ”Yes, but why does nobody know? It must be because we have deliberately tried to hide it?”
Christopher is the one who unilaterally decides that incest is wrongdirtybad and it has to end. Christopher is the one who seeks out Rando Local Girl and fucks her just to prove how serious he is about ending it with Cathy, which imo was inflicting a pointlessly cruel injury for no reason?? Wtf Chris I thought you were one of the good ones. What I love about Cathy is the steadfastness of her conviction—she accepts Christopher’s decision but she is far from convinced by his reasoning, his deference to social norms. Here’s Cathy’s take: “it seems to me that to live in a way that is contrary to one’s own nature, to live in a way that is false, that is the evil. The discontent grows like a cancer.” Authenticity ought to count for something, no? But these kids and their beautiful love are ultimately outmatched by, and broken by, the weight of social mores:
I could not bear to think of anything changing. I wanted it to stay the same dear way it had always been; ever since I could remember … but the spell was broken; we could not pretend any more. We had to stop being children. “Please. Once more.”
And that’s the breakup scene. It’s devastating. Cathy keeps staring at this one beauty mark on Christopher’s familiar well-loved face and she’s crying and I’m crying too. Recall that they’re still sharing a room/a bed up to this point? “The first night alone was the worst,” says Cathy. Imagine losing the person who is your whole world….overnight. Oof. There’s a time-jump of a few years, and Chris announces he’s off to—I think South Africa? I think this is around the time of the Boer War? I didn’t make any detailed notes and I’ll be damned if I’m going to fish for my copy of the book just to confirm what we already know, that it’s the 1800’s and the sun never set on the British Empire:
”I must get away from here and see something different; begin again…I cannot imagine a day without your face, or your sweet companionship. I do love you. But this must be for the best.”
Christopher goes off to doing colonial-settler stuff, initially. Here’s his first letter home:
I want you to be happy and grow up straight without me.
As opposed to growing up crooked, or growing up gay?? Here are subsequent letters where he seems to have done a complete 180:
thought it would be simpler to be away from you, from the constant temptation. It is not. My nightmares terrify me, they are eating my brain. I don’t know how long this can last.
AND THEN he writes he’ll be coming home for Christmas! I must’ve missed the memo where this story turns into a straight-up Folgers fic but that’s about where we are. It’s literally Folgercest. He goes to Africa explicitly to get away from her. Time and distance cannot suppress their feelings. He comes home to find her still waiting for him:
”Why have you clung to me, or rather the memory of me. For surely the memory is better than this twisted, pathetic creature before you?” “I have found no one better,” I said simply.
Asdfdfkdfjd this reunion scene is heartbreaking bc Christopher and Catherine are barely five minutes in each other’s company before Edward intrudes, claims to have found them in a compromising position, claims to have suspected all along about the incest, almost comes to blows with Christopher, tells him to get out. And Chris does. Cathy doesn’t even get to say goodbye. Edward’s presence is so clearly a case of entrapment—he was expecting Chris to come to her, he was expecting to catch them doing something “inappropriate” even though it sounds like they were only embracing—that there is no doubt in my mind Edward’s intent was to hurt Cathy and Chris, rather than to protect Cathy’s reputation or whatever bullshit he was spouting. We have seen from Edward’s abuse of his wife that he is no kind of moral authority. He does, however, succeed in “making me feel unclean, and dirt was attaching itself to me with every foul word he said.” In this scene Edward is handy synecdoche for patriarchy, which berates Cathy with accusations of sinfulness while actively stifling her every creative impulse and intellectual endeavor. If this book has a villain (and I don’t think it does; it’s not that kind of book) Edward is it. I find that edifying. It’s not Cathy’s husband who’s the primary antagonist standing in the way of her self-actualization—the husband is no more than an empty suit—it’s her other brother. One brother saves her and the other damns her.
After Edward runs Chris off and Chris goes back to Africa there are a few more letters, including this one: “that nothing has changed in my heart. That I love you with the passion of our youth, with the strength of all these long, long years.” Thank you for the affirmation Chris! I needed it even if Cathy didn’t. But the war is ramping up and Chris is headed into a combat zone and the odds of his survival do not look good. Cathy is already preparing to grieve him. She’s also preparing to go into labor any day now. These two threads, her brother’s impending death and her child’s impending birth, merge in the final pages of the book where Cathy is just clearly SO OVER IT:
I have nothing to fight, yet the waiting is most terrible … I have nothing to do but wait. I have nothing to leave.
It is hard to go on. How can I escape this life, this round of boredom and other births? O, that I could be ten and happy!
That’s the end but come on. Raise your hand if you don’t think this girl will 100% yeet herself into the sea and they’ll rule it “postpartum depression”? Anybody? No?
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Dear Braime fans - Brienne - Jaime Stans
PLEASE READ THIS, ALL OF U !!!!!!!  IT IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT
Reblog it like wildfire, tag the braime shippers u know so that it could reach them
you know what D&D did to u? we are all arguing about how horrible jaime is and how he was never worth it all along and how braime was an illusion, or try to find some reason like “he did it to make her hate him”  THIS IS WHAT THEY WANT US TO DO
1- D&D are biased, take it into account
it is no secret which characters D&D love, look at this episode and see which ones are in power, which ones have the narrative on their side, it’s no secret either which pairing they adore, as they put a stop to jaime’s arcs and character development the moment tysha reveal was swapped for “kun kun kun” for one purpose, to keep jaime in the dark about cersei cheating on him while he wwas rotting in riverrun and suffering in the riverlands in order to keep him with cersei and give her more support while on the books she had none, rightfully so
So why are we bothering to discuss what happened? what happened was not supposed to happen, should not have happened and made no sense, I can’t hold characters accountable for writers writing them out of character
game of thrones never misses the chance to raise their rating, all pairings had long sex scenes and all we get is something awkward and like 30 seconds of kissing (ofc well done by the actors) despite both actors shooting nude before on the show during a certain bath.....  and even if one of them didn’t want to how many times have they used nude doubles for lena during twincest scenes no one asked for? another proof that my claims are well founded.
2- The real reason this is happening despite a great journey
i’ll tell you why, it is because braime was the thorn in D&D’s throats, they managed to not show it but this episode is when they stop pretending, so they give us what we’ve always wanted with bare minimum, then go on and ruin it , ruin jaime and revert him back to his season 1 episode 1 self, hurt brienne who finally left herself open only to be left, in such a horrific way that we are left shocked, and resentful
our first instincts are to hate jaime (narratively justified but the narrative itself is shattered because of writer bias) and after that look back on our ship and hate it, to invalidate all brienne and jaime went through because of their OOC Writing well guess what? this audience manipulation doesn’t work on me, i’ve been in fandom since 20 fucking 15 i had my share of horrible writers, i know how all of this works and I won’t ever let you invalidate the most valid thing in all of this show and BOOKS
you want us to give up our ship, give up our 7 seasons of magnificent build up, on years of hard work by gwen and nick well guess what,? FUCK OFF
that is ours, it will always be ours, we won’t give up on it, we will not acknowledge your biased narrative 
(the post sex scene is the last jaime and brienne scene, later offscreen sansa releases brienne from her vows and they both leave westeros drama behind and go to tarth where they rule, that is what happened cause that makes sense)
(or jaime would have died in battle in a crucial self sacrifice)
‘(or jaime would still go to KL, but TALK WITH BRIENNE, explain he’s doing it for the baby and to make sure things go peacefully and that he loves her, doesn’t want to leave her but has to for her safety)
because jaime has been caring for brienne for a long time not for him to be the embodiment of her worst nightmare and the reason she closes off on herself, jaime leaving brienne like that, rejecting her in the worst way possible is YOUR WISHFUL THINKING NOT WHAT IN CHARACTER JAIME LANNISTER WOULD DO
I watched jaime grow, i read his thoughts, his aspirations, he wanted to be the better person he always wanted to be taking brienne as an example, as an inspiration, I saw jaime shed the kingslayer act and reclaim himself, reclaim his name in brienne’s arms “jaime, my name is jaime” and I refuse to acknowledge that this character would give all his progress up to go back to being the kingslayer and run to cersei who was emotionally abusing him forever.
imagine if sansa, out of nowhere, decided she wanted to run to cersei and fawn over her unborn kid and wish to marry him to be the queen and will give him perfect heirs with blond hair, all the while let cersei emotionally abuse her would you accept it? would you even discuss it? no u would be outraged, you’d scream at the rooftops that this makes no sense, that sansa is being ruined by the writers and would do anything to defend her because these actions do not match the sansa we now know and love 
this is what i’m doing as a jaime lannister stan, who didn’t deserve to have all the good he did and progress he made taken away like that.
i swear if it made any narrative sense, example, while marching through the riverlands and before the mummers, jaime would act nicer, would seduce brienne in time, she would end up trusting him and he mocks her and leaves her never mind even at his worst it still makes no sense at all then it would have made sense and  I would have been outraged and demanding his head but this is not what happened, we broke the 4th wall discussing what happened during that is pointless and would lead us nowhere, it would just keep on validating what DND did 
3- What should we do as braime shippers?
not let D&D win, keep on bringing up that this has been one of the worst writer self insert in all history of tv, remember that in character jaime would never do this, we will not acknowledge this happened, but instead keep on being positive (said the girl freaking out for hours after she saw the leaks) keep on using all of our great material, make content for our ship, FIX It FANFICTION for our ship, we will keep on celebrating the book version of our ship and our favorite character, we will not let D&D bias ruin our experience as fans, and make us regret the time we have invested in our ship, it was always worth it, it was something great and unique no other got ship has it, but writers didn’t want it they are the only ones responsible for the mess we are in.
i am a vidder, i will cut the scenes I love, i will use them all, i will keep on making Braime content and keep on reaching audience and it is the version that makes sense that will live on, your bias will disappear, your importance will disappear, grrm will release the remaining books and we will use the braime scenes you shot with nik and gwen and manip it to fit however GRRM saw fit, where everything makes sense and we will keep on celebrating braime for what it is, not how you attempted to ruin it
@jaimeelanister @fleurdulys @i-dreamed-of-u @valarmorghulisyall @braimedaily @braime @kingsslayeer @jaimebrienneonline
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