#I legitimately could do this forever 😂

[ginawankenobi]

LOST • The Onion Articles, part two

[valiant-if]

How would the ro’s react to a mc asking them to do a lap dance for them in the relationship stage 💃🏻🕺🏻

Hi, anon!

If this ask wasn't designed to make me laugh, it still did anyway because some of the ROs... ��

Under the cut for some NSFW mentions.

Anton - He would be shocked but would probably do it—once they were in private, of course. He might not be very good considering he's never given someone a lap dance before, though~

Switch - I honestly don't know if she could be convinced 😂 She'd probably staunchly refuse forever, and asking her would make her pretty embarrassed. She would try not to show it, of course.

Zero - She might just fulfill the request anywhere at any time, so context is everything. If this is supposed to be a sexy lap dance, MC had better ask her when they're alone. If MC asks while they're in public, she will make a joke out of it.

Path - He would have a lot of trouble not turning the lap dance into a chance to give MC oral, so they might not want to ask him if that's not what they're expecting.

Kiran - Legitimately might not know what a lap dance even is 😂 After having it explained to them, proceeds to perform the most stiff and awkward lap dance anyone has ever seen.

Yulia - Uses work as an excuse to not give one... but asks the MC to give her one instead.

Hex - Jokingly— "You're not even gonna buy me dinner first?" Gives the lap dance enthusiastically.

A2 - If MC asked her while they were in public, she would run into the woods never to return (aka she would not answer and walk away from MC and not talk to them for a while). In private, though, she would absolutely give the lap dance without question.

[aceofstars16]

7-12 for Space Boy and 3-6, 16, & 19 for The Silver Eye, please?

Space Boy

7. how does the story compare to your initial impressions of it? has it surprised you yet? how?

Gosh I…I feel like it just constantly tackles subjects that are so hard, like grief and even conspiracies and what-not. It’s so…real in that sense and I don’t know if I expected all of that at the beginning haha

8. what questions are or were you most excited to learn the answers to while experiencing the story for the first time?

Bro I want to know what the Artifact is, and what’s up with the Wanderer…and like HOW IS OLVER GONNA GET BACK TO EARTH CAUSE HE HAS TO OKAY?!?

9. give the most UNHELPFUL and/or SILLY summary possible.

Girl just trying to catch up to a world she’s 30 years behind on, but ends up figuring out a huge coverup while getting to know the boy everyone tells her is creepy

10. if you made an amv about this, what song would you set it to?

I had to look through my music then I remembered “Broken Boy” by Flannel Graph and I feel like it would be a good Oliver/Amy song…

11. if you were put in the main character's position, how well would that go for you on a scale of 1-5?

Oh gosh…I…I don’t know if I could handle that…either Amy *or* Oliver…0…I’m saying 0 😂

12. assuming your loved ones would be there, would you want to live in the world of the story?

Hmmm…kind of but also…I don’t like how like…prevalent VR is…so I’m torn…😂

The Silver Eye

3. quickly list 3 things you like about the story!

Mystery, beautiful art, such a complex story and world but so engaging too with all of the characters!

4. assign this story a hyper-specific genre name, e.g. "inspirational religious semi-horror sci-fi western"

Fantasy/mystery/I genuinely am blanking help me 😂

5. do you have a favorite character? who?

…Avidan…I mean, I love so many characters but Avidan just…became my favorite forever ago and it has not changed since 😂

6. do you have a LEAST favorite character? who?

Aetius, I mean he makes me laugh but he’s also legitimately insane so…

16. do you think this story has broad appeal, or is it meant for a very specific audience? if it's more "niche", what kind of person would most enjoy this story?

Hmmm…I mean, I think it has broad appeal but you have to be okay with like…a bunch of mystery and things slowly revealed, to the point that you usually have to reread the story every once in a while to remember all of the little tidbits and build up/foreshadowing

19. pitch an idea for a sequel or spinoff novel for this story!

I know Laura mentioned a whole idea about Blue and her backstory…not sure if that’s something I’m super interested in or not…we might get more of this too but having a little spin off of Bhatair and Marcus meeting and their adventures when they were younger would be fun!

[butmakeitgayblog]

I have a question about Lexa's wings but I swear is not a cursed one. 😂

So, Lexa is not technically a fallen angel, she was casted out (if I remember correctly) and because of that, she managed to keep her wings.

I assumed they were angel wings, so white? But because she tried to cut and burn them, they are black now with a little bit of grey near her shoulder blades.

My question is: if Lexa tries to cut her wings now, after she burned them with Hell fire, do the wings grow back white or black? Are they damned forever or because Lexa is still technically part angel and she feels Heaven, she still has angel wings? 🤔

Ok so, she was cast out of heaven because of her supposed 'indecision' and that's why she was made to keep her wings. They are part of her punishment and what singles her out from everyone else. Lucifer and their brethren in hell try to mimic their wings with bones and flesh from the dead, but Lexa's the only fallen angel who was expelled who still has her legitimate wings because they are, in essence, her crown of thorns.

The hellfire itself is what turned them black and why they have the specific scent that they do. Before they smelled more very floral and light sweet perfume, whereas now they have that underlying smell mixed with singe of hellfire that gives them that intoxicating smokey incense scent that Clarke is always talking about. The reason why the smaller feathers closer to her shoulders are more grey is because they didn't touch as much of the fire 😔

All that being said, the reason they turned black instead of burning to a crisp is because the damn things are indestructible. They are the same wings she fell with and will be the same wings she has until existence ends. They do not die. They cannot be cut off. They cannot be burned off. Anything she does, they heal instantaneously. For example, when she tried her hand at cutting them off with a chainsaw once it was invented, all it did was tear and chew at the skin, bone, and cartilage that healed itself before she could get deeper than a flesh wound. And that's not even mentioning how the physical pain she feels every time she has tried to get rid of them is unbelievable. Un-believ-able. Take the most painful injury you've ever felt, times that by a thousand. While the rest of her body can take violence like a champ, the wings really are sensitive (don't. Don't. stfu istg you know who you are 😤😒). Like she mentions the first time they go back to her place and she asks if she can let her wings out, they even ache when they're hidden for too long, that's how finicky these fuckers are. They are beautiful and part of what makes Lexa so intrinsically wonderful in Clarke's eyes, but they very much are always a curse on her existence, just as they were meant to be

[ladytauria]

i think i reblogged it from you but never sent you questions, so for the book rec asks: 1, 13, 23, 44, 50, 54, 79, 92, 116, 130, 131 please!! thats A Lot, so feel free to pick and choose haha

ahhh thank u bean! i love talking books uwu

coming back up after answering to edit... um. bean, i'm so sorry for my answer on the last one xD i should have picked a different book. (i ranted. a little.)

1. a book that is close to your heart

there are a few books i could name, but i'm going to do the one i thought of first.

a girl of the limberlost. i only remember reading it once, but my mother is the one who gave it to me, and told me that it was a book she loved at my age at the time. (same with the secret garden.) so i can't think of that book without thinking of her, which makes it a little bit more special to me <3

13. your favorite romance novel

immediate impulse is to say legends and lattes by travis baldree bc. it's so good. however, while there is a romance i don't know if i would count it as a romance novel.

so.

the lady's guide to celestial mechanics. historical, sapphic, featuring both women in STEM (or, yknow, historical equiv) but also an appreciation for domestic arts / crafts normally looked down on. also there's an acknowledgement that homophobia existed, but there's none on page.

the prose is also gorgeous.

i don't actually read a ton of romance novels, but i've been trying to pick up more!

23. a book that is currently on your TBR

mmm, too many

but Our Wives Under the Sea - Julia Armfield went on sale on kindle the other day so! it's mine now <3 and one i've been eying for a while. the kindle cover isn't the one i wanted, but that's okay.

44. your favourite fantasy novel

a very large chunk of what i read is fantasy. this is HARD 😂

uhhh.

the locked tomb is technically sci-fi, isn't it?

fuck.

i'm gonna go with The Last Unicorn - Peter S. Beagle bc it is the only book i purposefully own more than one copy of! would love to get my hands on the graphic novel <3

honorary mention to the Inheritence Cycle bc reading Eragon was what got me to start writing my first novel.

which absolutely wasn't just. Eragon but with griffin riders instead.

(okay, legitimately, there were differences, but there was also definitely heavy inspiration.)

50. a book that made you cry a LOT

i don't actually cry at much? the last time i remember actually crying was when i was reading an abridged version of little women and beth died xD

i'm trying to think of another book which really grabbed me emotionally recently that also isn't. already on this list. and i'm coming up empty?

54. a book with the best opening line

i don't have a good memory for opening lines ^^; however for some reason i want to say The Lightning Thief, so. that's what i'm going with.

79. a book that reminds you of your favorite song

my favorite song changes by the moment, so i don't have answer for this one ^^;

92. a book about a redeemable villain

kay, so i almost answered this question with the book i gave for the next question, but i realized i don't? read a lot of multi pov books?? or at least not that i remember being such. i did remember one but it was the second in a duology, so.

so.

anyway!

the closest i can think of atm would be Empress of Forever by Max Gladstone. (highly rec this one, though i was a little disappointed when the pairing i wanted didn't happen xD)

116. a book with multiple povs

The Stars Are Legion by Kameron Hurley.

this book.

i.

woof.

okay, so. if you are. remotely squeamish, like. at all? you might wanna give this one a pass. (def check storygraph / other places for trigger warnings. im also happy to elaborate myself, lol.) i am. very squeamish, and made it through only because the story grabbed me tight and wouldn't let go. the worldbuilding is extremely interesting. the characters are all very different and both likeable and unlikeable in a million different ways. but.

oh boy, it was a tough one.

if you're NOT squeamish, though--

it was a 4 or 5 star read for me, iirc, so, y'know. recommended. not sure i'll ever pick it up again, but like. do not regret reading.

130. a book featuring flashbacks and/or intersecting storylines

i know i've read others like this, but the book that comes to mind is--and i had to google this bc it's been so long since i read it---Thirst by Christopher Pike. It was also published under "The Last Vampire." i don't actually recommend them; i read them during my middle school vampire phase and even i remembered being a little mindboggled. mainly bc i think there was an alien abduction in... the second or third book? idk, i had an omnibus.

131. recommend any book you like!

there's only one answer i can give to this, tbh. the locked tomb series brainrot is real and deep and i am. both highly anticipating and dreading the release of alecto so.

i gotta recommend Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir.

that SAID, i am well aware that this book has a reputation on tumblr esp for being poorly summarized, as the most oft-used pitch is "lesbian necromancers in space."

this is not an inaccurate summary.

BUT.

it is also not complete.

so first, some expectations: it's sci-fi, definitely, but also there are a lot of fantasy vibes? probably because of the swords and the necromancy and the sworn knights-esque plot. uh. basically, it's sci-fi like star wars is sci-fi, but also it's. it's not star wars.

second thing: this series is unreliable narrator central. tamsyn picks the least qualified person in the group for you to follow the story with, and it works. so well. like, firstly bc ofc things get explained (some; it does drop you in and expect you to pick up a lot through context clues) but ALSO because you WILL pick up things you didn't on re-reads. i did a reread before Nona and spent half of it screaming. i'm not much of an annotator beyond highlighting some lines on kindle but i was commenting all over the place.

uh.

i still haven't talked about the plot, my bad.

Gideon the Ninth follows the titular Gideon, after her childhood nemesis and heir to the Ninth House, is invited to the First House by the God Emperor of the Nine Houses to seek quasi-immortality and join him in fighting a war as old as the Houses themselves. When they get there, though, they soon find their fellow heir-and-cavalier pairs being picked off one by one.

this book also features a lot of gay... not pining, not really, but like. Gideon likes women and her pov spends a lot of time appreciating the other women with them xD (this is also part of what makes her unreliable as a narrator. plot? what plot? gideon is here for thirsting, and a little bit of pining.)

also mild enemies to lovers vibes.

ALSO there are memes. there's a none pizza left beef joke in book 2, i'm still not over it.

does get a little squicky at times with loving descriptions of bones and viscera, though.

if i keep talking about this book i won't ever stop <3

[ book recs ask game ]

[the-widow-sisters]

I’m Lost Without You

Summary: Shuri burned the mourning garments to try to let go. The funny part is that despite how liberating the gesture was meant to be, she finds herself filled with nothing but regret and pain as thoughts of T'Challa endlessly plague her.

However, that evening on the beaches of Haiti, someone pays her a small visit.

Word Count: 2893

A/N: Whoo!!! I busted this one out after watching Wakanda Forever, and I honestly have no clue what I'm doing 🤣 I was emotionally compelled, so I rolled with it, lol. I have never written for these characters before (I wrote for Shuri like once but it was one or two lines in a bigger fic that was not centered on her). But I've never read nor written stuff for these characters, so hopefully it's not totally bad 🤣😂💖

Honestly, Shuri has lost so much. More than even Yelena in some ways (and that was a shocker for me) 🥺😭 And her and T'Challa's relationship was so touching and so sad for me. I hope I was able to do it justice 💞

I hope y'all enjoy! 💗💗💗

Warnings: Spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

  Shuri felt her lips trembling as she looked at the ocean, trying her best not to look down at what was left of her mourning garments there in the smoldering fire that had gone out since earlier that day.

  She had spent some time with little T’Challa, but she had not been able to fully shake the sense of grief that had been brought back tenfold from earlier that day. Therefore, she had ended up back on the beach that night after the boy and Nakia had gone to bed, barely containing her tears.

  Strangely enough, Shuri found that she may have burnt the clothes of mourning, but she had not found the peace or release that her mother had spoken of. And she was having the hardest time even finding a sense of remotely okay.

  “Why did you have to go? I needed you still. I need you now,” Shuri whispered softly, her knees digging into the sand as she closed her eyes tightly where she was kneeling. Her entire body was shaking with the raw pain wracking her frame.

  “You were the good one. You were always good and right when I was not,” Shuri confessed to the night air around her, sobbing harshly as she felt the sand beneath her palms. The waves were rolling softly around her, and she felt as if her heart were being ripped out of her chest.

  It was the first time that she had truly faced her grief for T’Challa and she despised the fact that it took their mother’s passing to do that, because now she had to suffer through the pain of two of the largest, most vital pieces of her heart being an empty hole.

  She chose peace with Namor, but she had not even made peace with herself. She was alone, and she could not accept it. And in the end, the person that she had needed the most was gone. She loved her mother, but at the end of the day, it was her brother’s passing that she could not accept.

  He was never coming back and she had been trying to avoid that fact— fighting it tooth, fang, and toenail— for too long. It was true, she could say it aloud. She felt that she was being stabbed every time she did, but saying it and shortly thereafter distracting herself was different than allowing herself to feel. To legitimately and deeply feel his loss.

  In her lab, Shuri could lull herself into the false sense that she was simply in her domain, and he would come in at any moment with his big, far too easygoing smile and those ridiculous sandals that she hated. The ones that he thought were so regal and kingly and that she thought were the dumbest things she had seen in a while.

  She took in a deep, shuddering breath, and she looked to the sky, addressing him even more directly or at least as directly as she could.

  “You left me. You didn’t tell me. You kept it to yourself for so long, and when you asked me to save you, it was too late. Why did you have to do it that way? I could have helped if I had time,” she explained, nothing but desperation in her words as she felt her throat closing up.

  “Didn’t you know you were my world? Didn’t you know that you meant everything to me?” Shuri pleaded aloud, knowing there would be no answer.

  That was part of what hurt so much. There would be no answer to her words. She honestly did not know why she was talking aloud right now when she was wasting her breath. She had seen her ancestors and all she saw was her cousin, the last person she had wanted to speak to.

  She had hoped to see him. He had forsaken her. She knew that her cousin was the best person that she could have seen given the direction that she had been frighteningly close to turning, but she had still hoped to see her brother.

  He had been taken from her too soon and now she felt like the rug was pulled out from under her. She was completely alone now outside of little T’Challa, who she did not know at all outside of introductions.

  Worst of all, she did not have the man who had made her feel safe. The man that had been her hero.

  Her big brother.

  “I’m lost without you, big brother. I am alone,” Shuri brokenly confessed to the warm night, a sob wracking through her as she bowed her head and crumpled in on herself.

  She sobbed for what felt like an eternity, nothing but the sound of the waves accompanying her, but to her shock, she suddenly felt a familiar, strong yet soft hand on her shoulder.

  “Why do you cry, little sister?” a voice replied, and Shuri swallowed as she raised her head quickly, turning to look behind her to where the source of the hand was.

  There was her brother kneeling behind her, his warm, dark eyes watching her calmly and lovingly. He was wearing gorgeous robes fit for the king that he was, and she felt her entire being in utter shock.

  “T’Challa? My… my brother,” Shuri barely managed to whisper before she threw herself upon him, her arms around his neck as she brought him into a suffocating embrace.

  His arms lifted to hold her against him, and she sobbed into his shoulder as he brought his hand up to the back of her head, holding her securely and safely there. She took in a breath, the scent of home filling her as she shut her eyes tightly, grasping for better purchase as he held her. Her fingers were digging into his robes, but if it hurt him, he did not show any true evidence.

  He was filled out and healthy like he was before, and he was strong. He was not the weakened husk of her brother that he had been at the time of his passing. He was there.

  She reached her hands up, feeling his neck and head as she sobbed deeply and heartbrokenly. She was taking in the feel of him, remembering her hero as he kept her held safely where the grief and pain could not touch her.

  “You are here,” Shuri managed to speak, tearstains on her face as the moisture wetted her cheeks and her brother’s clothes.

  “I am,” he replied, and his voice sounded oddly heavy in the emotion just beneath the surface. Shuri furrowed her brow in slight confusion, her breaths shaking as she struggled to calm them.

  “But I will not be here for long,” he confessed, and she pulled back to look at him. He had a gentle smile on his face, and he was looking at her with just as much adoration as he had in life, but she quickly came to the full realization that he was truly not there with her and that it was merely a dream.

  After all, the atmosphere surrounding her was completely different. The waves falling upon the beach had subsided with the ocean turned into a lake, and gorgeous pink, blue, and purple lights were shining in the sky above. It was not real. He was a spirit.

  “You’re not here,” she pointed out, withdrawing from him a little more. He let his arms fall away slowly from her, looking at her somewhat sadly.

  “Not in body. But in spirit,” he expressed, and Shuri just looked at him sadly, feeling her heart ache as she looked away, moving back so that she was sitting on the sand next to him. He moved so that he was sitting down with her, and there was quiet between them.

  “Why are you sad?” he asked, and Shuri let a somewhat bitter huff pass between her lips.

  “Our mother is gone. You are gone. I have no one left that truly knows me. Is that not a reason to be sad?” Shuri asked, and he shook his head carefully.

  “Death is not the end—"

  “Everyone keeps saying that,” she interrupted quickly at the end of his statement, desperation and bitterness stifling her. He quieted, eyeing her as he considered her words.

  “You are not completely alone.”

  “Yes, you have a son that I never knew about,” Shuri pointed out, just looking at him for a long moment as she stared at him. She honestly was quite hurt about the fact that he had hidden it from her when their mother had known about it.

  “I only told Mother because she had a right to know that there would be an heir,” T’Challa explained.

  “And what about me? Did I not have a right to know that my big brother had a child? One that I could have spent time with and gotten to know? One that I have lost so much time with already?” Shuri pointed out, and he was quiet, looking down at the sand before redirecting his attentions to her.

  “I’m sorry,” he apologized, nothing but remorse in his gaze, and Shuri met his eyes for a long moment before sighing deeply, looking away.

  They remained quiet for a little while, the both of them just sitting together in one another’s company. Finally, Shuri spoke up, her voice rough with raw emotion.

  “I am the Black Panther now. And I am completely lost without you,” Shuri confessed, her voice soft, and he was silent as he considered what she said.

  “You have been making the right decisions. You are ready,” he assured her, and Shuri swallowed as she shook her head.

  “I do not feel ready. I am not ready to take your mantle. I am not ready to be the Black Panther. I have never been. The Black Panther was you. Father bore the name, but it was you,” Shuri expressed, pain stabbing sharply within her. He eyed her with sympathy but also with a certain exhaustion and weight.

  “Little sister… You are ready. You are prepared to handle this burden. I knew you would be before my passing,” he told her, and she clenched her teeth as she quickly stood up and walked a small distance away, looking out at the lake. She did not want to hear him discuss his own death.

  He let out a sigh, and she felt her heart aching with pain as tears threatened to come back to her eyes.

  “You have to do this without me,” T’Challa explained softly from where he was sitting on the sand behind her. Shuri instantly felt the emotions bubbling up in her chest and she clenched her teeth, turning around quickly.

  “Without you?! How am I supposed to make it without you?! You were everything to me. You knew how to do all of this. You are gone! Father is gone, Mother is gone, and you are gone. And I am alone!” Shuri cried as she raised her voice, the sound of it pained and cracking as she grew increasingly distraught with the truth bearing harder and harder upon her.

  T’Challa looked at her carefully before slowly getting up. Her chest was heaving with pained breaths, and she was trying her best to ignore the painful lump welling up in her throat. He approached her carefully, pausing just in front of her as he looked at her.

  “Can you see the wind?” he questioned suddenly and the randomness of the question threw her off completely. She just gaped at him blankly.

  “What?” she asked, utterly shocked. T’Challa smiled a little, his eyes glowing with a bit of mirth before he asked her again.

  “Can you?” She paused, not sure what the correct answer was supposed to be since it felt like a trick question.

  “Well, no…”

  “But you feel it, yes?”

  “I suppose,” she replied slowly, confusion thoroughly plaguing her, but she decided she would go along with it momentarily. T’Challa seemed to sense her lack of understanding, and he huffed softly before his dark, warm eyes met hers once again.

  “Close your eyes,” he told her, and she stared at him for a moment, not sure what he was getting at. She looked away for a moment before closing her eyes with a deep sigh.

  After a brief moment, she felt his hand on her shoulder, and she furrowed her brow.

  “What do you feel?” he asked, and she cursed how her voice was wanting to leave her.

  “You,” she managed to force out.

  “You cannot see me?” he stated patiently in a manner that was more of a question, and she shook her head, not sure what he was trying to communicate.

  “Just because you cannot see me, does not mean that I am not there. I will always be with you to guide you,” T’Challa assured her softly, and Shuri opened her eyes to look at him.

  He was looking down at her with such confidence and love as he brought his other hand to touch her other shoulder, squeezing gently. Shuri stared back at him, feeling her heart squeeze painfully.

  She slowly nodded, unable to do anything but numbly reply to him. She did not have much hope that he would be there, but something in her believed him, nevertheless. He never let her down in life, so why would he let her down now?

  He smiled knowingly at her. Shuri let out a deep breath, bringing her hands up to grasp at his arms.

  After a long moment of the both of them just existing in the same space, silence between them, she finally found her voice enough to speak up again.

  “Why did you not tell me in time to save you?” Shuri asked, and he eyed her, a certain regret and softness in his eyes.

  “I wanted to protect you from the pain,” T’Challa expressed, and she just eyed him wordlessly.

  “I wanted to protect you from the pain,” Shuri echoed, the both of them having two different meanings but seeking the same effect. He nodded, understanding glowing in his gaze as nothing but kindness filled his features.

  “It was not really bad until the last of it, and that was when I knew I needed to tell you,” he confessed to her, and she felt the tears threatening to come to her eyes yet again.

  “If you would have only told me before… I could have saved you,” Shuri told him.

  “That is unfortunately something we will both never know for sure,” he resignedly confessed, and she reluctantly nodded, hurting deep within despite knowing that it was the truth. Perhaps the fact that it was the truth was the part that hurt the most about it.

  She squeezed his arms and he tightened his grip on her shoulders, leaning forward as their foreheads touched softly. She closed her eyes, reveling in the love that she felt from him despite the pain.

  “You did the best you could despite my choices. Just,” he took in a deep, shaking breath, and she could not help but feel tears running down her face as she worked her jaw.

  “Know that I will always be here. I will always believe in you. And I will always love you, little sister.”

  Shuri swallowed hard, pain in her heart but also love as she tightened her grip even more, begging for just a few more moments of this respite from her reality where he would not be here holding her.

  She knew this was their goodbye, but she wanted longer. Just five more minutes. Five more seconds.

  Just more time.

  But as it was, she would make the most of what shred of time she had left.

  “I will always love you, big brother,” she whispered in reply, and he pushed his head into her just a little harder, her body shuddering with the pain and the tears running down her face. His hands softly came up to hold her neck gently, the both of them remaining there silently as his hands slowly faded away.

   ………………………………………………………………………………………………………

      Shuri stirred awake, her eyes shooting open as she jerked a bit. She realized that the sunrise was falling upon her, and she raised up quickly, looking around her. She let out a breath of disappointment as she realized tears were running down her face. She swallowed hard, the waves rolling in the water as she felt the warmth of the sun descending upon her.

  She swallowed hard, looking down as she shut her eyes tightly and drew in on herself.

  However, to her absolute and utter shock, the wind suddenly blew oddly strongly against her back, almost knocking her over. Her eyes shot open and they widened a little, chills running through her as she felt something suspiciously warm against her shoulder.

  She looked behind her, knowing what she would not see but nevertheless finding it necessary to confirm it to herself.

  As she expected, there was not a person there, but she knew. She could feel it. Shuri took in a deep breath, looking out at the ocean before her as she mustered the barest of smiles.

  “I feel your guiding hand, big brother. I… I won’t let you down,” Shuri whispered.

  She could not see him, but he was there.

  He always would be.

[maple-seed]

Citrine, Morganite and Emerald for the gemstone asks please, you gorgeous talented thing! x

CITRINE  Citrine represents generosity. What is the best compliment or comment you’ve ever received on a piece you’ve created?

This is difficult to answer, because I have received a tremendous number of absolutely wonderful comments. I've really been blessed in this department. I'm not exaggerating when I say I could not pick one. You yourself are a source of several comments that have legitimately had me looking like this:

🥹

A specific example that immediately comes to mind was a particular line that @gigglingtigger referred to as "stone cold gorgeous writing" and that has stuck with me. That one would definitely be in my comment trophy case if I had such a thing.

Early on, one of my first encounters with @loopsisloops was her writing an essay in the comments on AO3, it was one of the first really detailed responses I had gotten to the story and she hit on so many little things I was trying to communicate, it really made me feel like maybe this was working out. There was another time, I had posted a new chapter and she came into my DMs with her capslock on, repeating the last line of the chapter with deteriorating coherency. I said to myself "Okay, yeah, that one landed." 😂

I have to stop here because I really could go on forever with all the nice things people have said to me and I appreciate every single one. I created a tag specifically for me to be able to look back at posts that particularly touched me: #my heart

MORGANITE  Morganite is associated with innocence, joy, peace, and confidence. How would you compare yourself now with yourself when you began to create?

Comparing myself to when I started writing, it wasn't terribly long ago so I think the biggest change is simply how much more involved I am with the community. It's been the best part of all this, I think, meeting these wonderful, talented people and sharing our stuff with one another. When I first came to tumblr I did not know what I was doing and I was very anxious about interacting and it took me a long time to get over the anxiety of commenting/reblogging on other people's posts (because who would want to hear my stupid opinion?) and I give a lot of credit to the SAS for helping me get over that because if we're posting a dozen gifs specifically about one man's thighs then I should probably worry less about all this. 😂

Comparing myself now to when I began to create in general would take a much longer time to detail because that was decades ago. Those two people are only just barely related, lol.

EMERALD  It was believed that emerald could assist in seeing the future. What future pieces or ideas do you look forward to writing the most?

There are several future chapters of Thrown that I'm very excited about, some of which I will be writing soon. There's also the end of that story on the horizon which I'm mostly excited about.

Aside from Thrown, I've had a few ideas for oneshots just to see if I'm even capable of writing a story in less than 100k words. 😅 One in particular is a smut piece with, you'll never believe this, only one bed. No promises that it ever gets published because I've never written smut before so it could end up a hot mess that just sits in my drafts forever.

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Grammy Nominees 2000 2000 Pop / Latin Pop / Teen Pop / R&B

I think it's genuinely funny to look back on albums like these and to see some of the songs and names that the Recording Academy deemed worthy of nominating for some of the Grammys' most coveted categories: "Livin' la vida loca" for Record of the Year? Kid Rock for Best New Artist, even though he'd already put out three albums prior (and is also really bad)? Lou Bega for Best Male Pop Vocal Performance, and in the same category as Andrea Bocelli? 😂 What are we even doing here, folks? What's next, a Marvel movie getting nominated for Best Picture? 😳

Anyway, regardless of some of these choices, it's always fun to take a trip down memory lane, get a bit of that nostalgia rush, and re-evaluate some of these hits that were completely inescapable two-plus decades ago.

And I think my biggest takeaway here is that, even though I still can’t help but love most of its dopey songs, the US' Latin pop boom at the turn of the millennium was, for the most part, pretty objectively terrible. "Livin' la vida loca" is pure maximalist cringe, with its "skin's the color mocha" lyric possibly being the worst line ever written in the history of pop music. And its absurd James Bond guitar motif will also never not be funny to me. Amazing to remember that people unironically enjoyed this song at one point. Like, imagine going to a normal bar at peak hours on a Saturday night in 1999 and this song comes on, and people start going nuts for it? What a time to be alive.

And same goes for "Mambo No. 5," another incredible Latin pop inanity that also happened to mesh well with that whole swing revival thing that bands like the Brian Setzer Orchestra and the Cherry Poppin' Daddies (that fucking name, man) were somehow getting away with at the same exact time. God, what musical horrors this time period wrought. And Lou Bega's not even Latin, either, by the way. He's a German native who's of Sicilian and Ugandan descent. And still, he made one of the biggest Latin pop hits of all time. Go figure.

And then there's Santana's "Smooth," which isn't actually an *awful* song on its own—at least not to nearly the same extent as those other two—but it's managed to reach such an extreme level of saturation over the years that I think it's now achieved a meme status that's akin to "All Star." I mean, that opening bar hits and you just chuckle at the utter absurdity of this song's existence at this point, right? But I actually learned a couple interesting facts about it today. One is that the guy who produced Matchbox Twenty's debut album also produced this song, and the other is that, originally, it was given to Rob Thomas in its preliminary stages, so he could work on it and then someone else could end up singing the final product, but Santana just decided that Thomas should provide the lead vocals anyway. And Thomas actually had someone like George Michael in mind instead, so try to imagine what that would've sounded like 😯.

But I swear to you all that I'm not actually an insufferably stuffy despiser of all 90s pop; I love some of the music on here. "...Baby One More Time" and that whole Swedish-produced teen pop craze has really grown on me over the years. Producer Max Martin was a total pop production genius back then and that Britney Spears debut single was one of his finest works. It has such an excellently lush final push and the song itself legitimately changed the pop music landscape forever. But I also can't help but notice some of the similarities between it and another less remembered co-production of Martin's that he did in '97 for Robyn called "Show Me Love" (not to be confused with the all-time diva house hit, "Show Me Love" by Robin S.) .

By the way, wanna see quite possibly the wrongest anyone's ever been about anything, ever? Read the following sentence from the Wikipedia article for "...Baby One More Time." The level of lack of foresight is off the fucking charts!

Given what we know now, it's crazy to think how multiple people at the top of the industry could've missed this mark by so goddamn much, but they did. And maybe, had "...Baby One More Time" never been made, they might've actually been right. But as it turns out, they were the complete opposite of that.

Overall, this is a fun album for channeling more innocent times and enjoying some of the pure pop goofiness of 1999, but the idea that some of these songs ever got nominated for anything other than the musical equivalent of a Razzie by an “authoritative” institution is pretty funny in and of itself and it also reveals what an unserious organization the Recording Academy really became at some point. Like, I can't imagine, at any time, thinking that a song like "Livin' la vida loca" ever exuded any kind of level of excellence, but I'd also very much like to meet the people who did!

Highlights:

Backstreet Boys - "I Want It That Way" Ricky Martin - "Livn' la vida loca" Santana - "Smooth" TLC - "No Scrubs" Christina Aguilera - "Genie in a Bottle" Macy Gray - "Do Something" Kid Rock - "Bawitdaba" Britney Spears - "...Baby One More Time" Marc Anthony - "I Need to Know" Lou Bega - "Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of...)" Sting - "Brand New Day"

[blossom-skies]

Life Update

It’s been forever since I’ve posted since life has been crazy. It’s been soo long since I’ve posted that I’ve even forgotten how to edit my titles of my posts and make them bold 😂. I’m so very sorry for my absence to my tumblr friends. Life as I’ve said has just been crazy and between juggling Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr, it’s hard to keep track. Like I really don’t use my Twitter anymore and the sites I do use more actively are Instagram and Facebook if I’m truly being honest. But, you guys definitely deserve an update on my life since the Pandemic hit and so here goes and bare with me on my life story for the past couple of years.

Ok so right around the Pandemic I was a hostess at a restaurant. We all went on lockdown naturally because of the pandemic so I was out of a job for a bit. But before that I was having some severe back issues so I was already on LOA for a while like a year and going between different practices to try and figure out the problem with my severe back pain. I waisted a whole year on one practice in which they really had no idea what was going on and thought a rib was causing the issue and was planning surgery to remove one. One comment that was said and that stuck with me to this day and still has me fuming was when the doctor whom we were referred to legitimately said “ I don’t care if she gets the surgery or not I’m still going to get paid.”

I was so so angry I was crying which I don’t normally do but he mistook it as pain and he tried to back track his comment and tried to be all sympathetic. Not only that I failed to mention that that specific appointment we had to wait 3 hours in the waiting room before we were even sent back. Anyway we left that practice shortly after for a more competent team. They figured out that the two rods I had in my spine since I had scoliosis correction surgery were doing the opposite of what we wanted them to do since I am now years old and grew out of them.

Long story short I’m fused from the base of my neck all the way down to the last two joints of my spine which are unfused. Because of this the rods are resting on top of one joint and rubbing up against it and risking a degenerative disc. There’s not much we can do now except pain blocks every three months until my body gets used to the medication. Once we get to that point then the doctor will talk about a big surgery.

The surgery if I recall correctly would be to take out the rods and do it over since I’ve grown out of the old ones and put new ones in. So for right now I’m just sticking with the pain block procedure’s every three months because my doctor doesn’t want to risk paralyzing me since I’m only 31.

Oh yeah and during the pandemic when everyone was trying to keep the amount of people in a room small and social distancing, my second grandfather died of Parkinson’s disease. Almost a year later my brother got a divorce from his wife as well and went to Chicago for finishing school at NorthWestern University to study Prosthetics. He was able to come home within a year and finish the rest of his studies online. Apparently I was his inspiration for his choice of career in Disability and Prosthetics ( long story short and could be another post entirely if you truly want to know my life’s story. I’ve kinda been hiding it from you guys but I do in fact have a disability. It’s called DiGeorge Syndrome. It’s relatively new in regards of a field of study but if you want to know more I can either make a post about it or tell you directly in the Ask Box. I’m just so used to people going Huh? Whenever I mention my disability. I kinda have to follow up with an short explanation of it.)

Anyway back to my update. As I said Lockdown happened I was out of a job, grandpa died, brother divorced and went to Chicago but is now back. I’m now not a hostess as I had quit the job because I felt like I was being taken advantage of. Plus they had people working the grill line who had Covid and that’s just ew. I was also at that point becoming my grandmother’s caregiver on my moms side because she was starting to fall down a lot. My uncle is paying me a whole lot more than I was working as a hostess and my grandmother who is now 99 and will be 100 this year doesn’t fall as often or hardly ever since I’ve been working for her. Although she is developing a small bit of Sundowners Syndrome and im usually getting the brunt of it such as life but I still love her deeply and would rather do this than be a hostess. It’s not like I can stand on my feet for 5 hours straight anymore. I can barely even sit through a 2 hour movie at the theater without my back being upset at me and needing two days to recover. Not so sure how I’m gonna be able to fly to my brothers graduation in March. Oh! Now that all the negative news is over, it’s definitely time for some good news. This Christmas my dad finally got his big dog he’s been wanting which is a Chocolate Lab puppy named Kate. She’s a handful let me tell you.

That mouth never stays closed. Always teething on me, her toys, her leashes, etc. She’s a cutie tho. I’ll include photos of the teething monster in the post. Her adult teeth are already coming in.

That’s not all the good news. My bestie for 18 years is getting married this year (ironically to my ex boyfriend who were still on good terms) and she asked me to be apart of the wedding as one of her bridesmaids. I’m super stoked! Of course I said yes to that. Even better she and her fiancé will be moving into the same apartment complex that my grandma lives in so that’s just super exciting 😁.

@aurora-the-kunoichi

@fyreball66

@the-four-terrapins

@thelostandforgottenangel

@southernblossoms

[mentalhealthdocumented]

I’ve been slowly escaping depression but these last few days have been pretty good overall. I was listening to some songs from repeat rewind on Spotify, a lot of my music doesn’t hit the same when I’m not completely mentally ill and depressed. In contrast when I listen to more normal people songs like Taylor Swift and Gracie Abrams I like these more. To further explain like yes there are sad songs with these people but there not that sad, like sad songs sometimes is even the melody, or the instruments. Rock music is very sad, grunge music is for like functioning depressed people.

Like just because someone cries it doesn’t mean they are depressed. Usually it’s the opposite, when people have been sad for so long more than anything there is a numbness, like a lack of interest in certain things or people. Today I’m not as funny because I’m happy, I hate those memes where it’s like “I’ve lost my funny because I’m happy” but lowkey I have lost it a little. I’m busy with school and I have a crush so I’m not feeling as bad today, I don’t feel as funny and I’m not sure why, I’m just happy with existence. Maybe tmmrw I’ll jump off a bridge but I’m doing okay now. I want to actually look into this because idk, why aren’t I posting insane things, I masterbated so that could be why. Like that may literally be why. After you do that there are like happy chemicals, so that may literally be why. And I’ve been eating chocolate so that also may be why. I’m worried that I’ll lose my funny if I’m happy but I don’t necessarily like being sad, I like the creativity that comes from it.

I mean I wrote all this insanity happy and so I probably won’t lose my funny, I think most of my funny comes from being unhinged which may always be a part of me to some extent. But I don’t like the pixies as much today, it’s because I’m not sad. I can listen to the radio and think “wow, this is what it’s like to be normal”

I like my sad music though I think it’s cool, I can always listen to it at night or on sad days. Even when I’m happy I still vibe to it while driving so it’s fine but like, when you are very emotional it genuinely is a huge creative inspiration. And it’s very exciting. I’m not bipolar but I have emotional swings with bpd and sometimes it’s very devastating but sometimes it so much fun and I feel so excited and passionate. When I listen to music it’s like I can really feel it, especially when I’m experiencing an extreme in an emotion. Today I am emotionally stable and I am busy with school but almost done the semester so right now it’s okay. Today I don’t feel as sad, the weather is sunny too.

I don’t yell at people or act out in real life, my friends and ex were actually surprised about the bpd, but everyone thinks I’m autistic which is actually kinda rude tbh. Like wtf like why is that the one you see in me 😂 Even though I’m not like emotionally explosive to others in real life I feel a lot on the inside and online obviously I am very expressive. Even in my YouTube videos and photos, they are not great quality but some are legitimately funny and creative. I don’t ever want to lose that, but I don’t want to feel sick mentally forever either.

Bpd there are like informal categories people have come up with, in the dsm it is just bpd but in the informal category I think my bpd is quiet bpd. I’m actually very high functioning for bpd and autism. And I think I don’t have autism, I was diagnosed twice but I think in the next ten years when cptsd is diagnosable in the dsm I think my updated diagnosis would be bpd with cptsd. I’m actually very high functioning, I’m not a drug addict, I don’t have casual sex, I am still in school (granted it’s taking longer and I’ve added on some parts), I stopped self harming when I was younger, I have never made any formal suicide attempt, and in real life I control my emotions almost always. I have had episodes but I’m also learning, I am improving actually. So I will literally be okay in life I just don’t want to lose my funny or my creativity. I think there is beauty in that and I like it, even if I create garbage it’s my garbage and I care deeply about it.

Today I was trying to create a funny playlist but couldn’t think of anything new and so I recycled an old idea. I suppose it still does the job but I like having like idea after idea after idea. When you are experiencing strong emotions it’s like, idk it’s like everything is funny or sad or angry, but the creativity happens so quickly. I know with bipolar sometimes people during a manic episode they paint or do something creative like that right, some of the best art out there. Bpd it happens faster like the mood is not as stable usually but it’s still very fun and there are days where it’s like idea after idea, not all are good but just the fact that there is so much creativity is kinda nice. I like feeling calm like today, I like feeling happy, I just want to understand the chaos more and never fully lose the creative expression

[kagedbird]

8, 12, and/or 15 for the writing ask if you haven't gotten them already <3

I don't typically get asks, so you are the first 😂 Thank you!

I'll be sectioning this off because it is WAY LONG, but there is nothing like. Adult content or whatever.

Wanna ask a question? Look through these prompts!

8. Why did you start writing? Do you think you'll ever stop?

I started writing reluctantly, actually! I got very bored and tired easily from homework related writing, never really knowing the joys it could bring when you're able to create your own world and characters and build and build and build.

For a time, I just wrote fanfiction without realizing I was writing fanfiction! Just combining my favourite anime and my friends and I in various scenarios. I loved it!

But in relation to the second half, I actually did stop for a very long time. I was incredibly depressed without understanding what was happening, and no matter how much I wanted to write, any time I looked at a Word document, I would instantly fall asleep. My brain shut off because it couldn't deal with the weight on my mind. I stopped for about... seven, eight? Years? Maybe more.

But now I'm hyperfixated and while there are a lot of unfinished wips, I don't think the urgency to create via writing will be reduced for some time. It's become a comfort and legitimate coping mechanism. It has genuinely kept me alive.

This went a little heavier than anticipated, sorry! Moving on—

12. Now that you have more experience, is there anything new you’d like to try (a trope, genre, style etc)? What is it?

Hmm... not really? I have a niche, and that's fantasy haha. Action / adventure is my baby. And so is isekai, apparently.

Self inserts / isekai's give me the ability to see through my eyes and respond to the world around me and the world around me to respond in a way I find realistic. For me, it carries that realism in creating a premise that people can be more legitimately invested in, and fun!

15. In your opinion, why should people give writing a try?

You can literally do whatever you want forever! This goes without saying for all creative pursuits, but I feel like people have forgotten how much............. how less problematic it is to just. Go write your own shit instead of hounding each other or the producers of the media.

Don't like that pairing? Go write about how they break up. Make it messy. Make it amicable. Make it bittersweet. Do whatever.

Feel like you could be a better lover? Write your ass in the damn media all ready, smooch your blorbo! You can do that!

Fuck, I've been doing it for years!!! It's fantastic.

It also is an outlet that is incredibly healthy. It is an avenue most therapists recommend for letting out steam. Remember diaries or journals for venting? Do that with your blorbo, or your most pathetic meow meow villain! Have a sexy dual in the rain while dealing with inner conflict!!! Or whatever you're into!!

The world you create is your own pearl. <3 Have fun.

Thank you for your questions!!!

[solar-serpent]

Guyyyys, I'm finally here to share the tea on my allegedly twin flame (I won't address him as the legitimately one until I'm fully convinced so please take this story with a grain of salt).

The legend tells Asteria wanted human warmth and someone to call "hers" somewhere around this time last year, so she decided to give dating apps a chance. After one disgraceful disappointment after another, I (let's stop using third person to speak atm) realized I needed to heal myself if I ever wanted to have a normal intimate life with someone else and that not all men were trash... Just traumatized by their parents? Probably as much as I was, lol.

I was on my way to uninstall Bumble from my phone when I got a text from the last match I got. I checked his profile and he honestly looked like a cute and empathetic guy, yet I was fed up with hoping from one man to another and I ignored the last message I received from him.

3 moths later I came back to this app, but I wasn't interested in using the dating option. There's a bff service on the app and I was looking for female friends from the city I lived to hang out with. Unfortunately, all chats were paired up in the same place and I couldn't stop seeing that unanswered chat from the cute guy. I waited for one week until I was fully convinced I should text him and expect no reply. I literally ghosted him for months and he could've been one of those hypersensitive guys that would give you the cold shoulder to ground you for getting them to feel ignored 🤷🏻‍♀️

HE REPLIED.

Afterwards we kept ghosting each other for weeks and coming back in between 😂 we exchanged phone numbers and continued talking over messages about philosophy, films, and astrology. Dynamics have not changed from the start, except I stopped ghosting him because I got interested in him as a person. He felt weirdly familiar to me, like we had been neighbors for years or like we went to the same school but different grades, you know? I felt like I could read his mind but you know I'm psychic so it's not that uncommon coming from me 😅 but this guy got the power to help me sort my thoughts out really quickly. We speak the same language and my soul does not need to translate anything for him to get me on the spot.

Then I went berserk after I found I've fallen for him. 'Why? What's wrong with liking anyone, Asteria?', you must be wondering. Well, let me tell you now the unsavory side to this story. I realized my feelings for him were deep and not the ones you usually had for a friend after he stood me up twice and stopped talking to me for a month. Yup. He disappeared and I was left to grieve for this connection alone. I thought he had made me a great favor for showing his true colors sooner rather than later. Then, he came back and didn't apologize to me 💀 that prick pretended like nothing ever happened while I thought, 'from this moment forward we're going to stay like good friends from the internet and I'm never inviting you to hang out again'. Ha! Things only turned wilder afterwards 🙃🙃 I don't want this story to drag on forever, so I'm going to list everything that have happened recently and weird shit I noticed in his one month absent.

The latest guy I dated was Gemini sun and Aquarius moon. My tf? Same, plus we both were born in June.

I had dreams about meeting a man that was obviously a Gemini months before I got to meet him. He told me in my dreams, "we are going to be friends, but you shouldn't fall in love with me *sigh dramatically*. If you do, who could blame you? I'm awesome~. Honestly, I'm going to like you too, but I would be dealing with so much at that time that I might not pay much attention to you". I thought that dream was a fabrication from the trauma inflicted by Gemini people from my past 💀

Angels numbers could be seen all day along. Specially 111 or 1111.

Archangels rarely summon me. That's my relatives thing, not mine as I work directly with the gods. But Saint Raphael was practically begging me to sit down and speak to him, so I went for a meditation to try and see what he wanted. First thing I saw was the image of a male and female angels holding hands and then I heard, "the lovers". I was bit taken aback... I was expecting the archangel to give me a warning on my poor health or any advice related to my recent life decisions.

I pulled some cards for further clarification and right there was my crush depicted on the spread 💀 I went berserk for the second time since I couldn't believe my guides were speaking about someone that didn't belong to my family or wasn't actually close to me.

I guessed it was a twin flame connection because my guides had told me even before Saint Raphael did, "that man is your closest mirror at the moment. Both share fate". Ha ha, they love being cryptic in the most critical moments 🤠

He's currently outside the country and we haven't spoken for one week maybe? I don't know what might happen in the future, but I'm glad for the silence and time I was left with as it helped me to analyze things in peace. One month ago I had promised myself to decline future invitations coming from him, but now? I'm jumping at the first chance to see him and I might even confess my feelings for him *sigh*. I did understand my angels were addressing I was possessed by fears of rejection and being emotionally vulnerable, blocking the learning I'm supposed to get from this experience. Now, I feel ready to be rejected or accepted. Either way I would take it as a great challenge I managed to overcome.

@kinky-khaleesi @aagnathavasi @bluenoom @moons-euphoria

[reginarubie]

Omg that ending??? Oh lord, is Larys really lusting after Sansa or is this one of his and Otto's schemes? And akskks, I do love the idea of them mistaking her as a Whent bastard and that she's finally legitimized as a Whent but it just sucks that it's thru Larys' own machinations and I really wonder what's his M.O. but oh boy, now Lady Bat makes sense. I love the possibility that one of Sansa and Aemond's children might found House Whent like it goes with the theory that Aemond and Alys' son did. Also what I'm more scared of is Sansa being brought to Daemon or Daemon offering to help. Their interactions are honestly creepy and scary.

And sjkss the dagger!!! Sara seeing Sansa and her son (with Aemond ig?) sjjsksls I am so excited for these to unravel!!! The plot thickens even more. So excited for Aemond's reaction too!!! 💚

Ciao nonny!,

I am happy you enjoyed the chapter! I knew it would be very hard pressed, with many things happening together, but it needed to be done as soon the Dance will blow out and Sansa will have to have already laid the groundwork to ensure the North comes out of it stronger than it did the first time around.

Larys did say he didn’t want only her body which doesn’t mean he doesn’t want her sexually, just that he covets her mind more than her body. It’s an understandable contradiction if you think of his own condition, he is forever bound to his clubfoot, to the point people only saw his physical disability and not his mind, which played in his favor but still would have made him half hateful toward physical beauty and striving for it in a partner and Sansa is very beautiful and she also has a sharp mind, he means to mold her in his own pawn and who know what else? I doubt a man as clever and observant as him missed the fact that Aemond and Helaena both are very protective of her and that Aemond seems to be enamoured by her, so maybe he means to use her for that as well.

Sansa does have Whent blood so she could easily pass off as a Whent bastard, especially since as of now the Whents are a family of landed knights who was lucky enough to score a match with the second son of House Hightower, but they only have a name and basically nothing else but the lands given to them thanks to the marriage match; especially with the fame of its Head as he was known to have bastards everywhere.

It would give her a name and kinship with the queen consort which would give her a pretty big — if feeble — degree of protection against extern plots against her. It would put her somewhat in a similar condition that as Joff’s betrothed did, for however briefly because the Greens will be in open war as soon as Viserys dies. I also loved the idea of Sansa being known as the lady Bat and have a link to House Whent since the bats on House Whent banner are nine as nine are the spikes of Robb’s crown and the crown on kings of winter. It made sense to me.

House Stark has First Men abilities in their blood — warging as well as greenseering — so it made sense to me that Sara could have such a vision and it also wrapped together nicely Sansa’s past and their time with the finding of the dagger by Sara Snow. It was imo a nice touch to wrap up the end of this first phase of the story in which the groundwork for the changes needed to the Dance is laid.

I wonder how Aemond will react 😂😂😂😂 and especially how the entire Green faction will react to her plots to be free of Larys.

Thank you for dropping by and showing your love for the story! As always sending all my love ~G.

[luulapants]

i actually agree with most of your list!! i also appreciate the fact that neither of us put sam in the top 10 😂

I almost put him at #10 actually! There are seasons and episodes and scenes where I really like Sam. His soulless arc was legitimately so good. When he loses his mind, he REALLY loses it like. Babygirl, you are going to commit Atrocities. And I love his dynamic with Cas in the later seasons where the second Dean leaves them unsupervised they decide to do the most batshit dangerous things anyone has ever thought of doing.

I also headcanon that he knows Dean is gay (Dean does not) and has for basically forever. At first didn't tell Dean because he thought Dean knew and was waiting for Dean to tell him... then realized that Dean actually doesn't know and it was never a good time to set off that particular nuclear meltdown. And then it just became like. A fascination to see how long his brother could go without figuring it out. And this is all deeply entertaining to me as a headcanon.

But a lot of his character also gets flattened and lost in the churn of the show. His arcs tend to be more plot-driven where Dean's tend to be more character driven, and that just doesn't give us a ton of time to be fully invested in his journey. Plus, by the late seasons he's basically just Dean's doormat passively enabling whatever toxic behavior Dean is engaging in this week... not riveting stuff.

[paceywittters]

2, 10, 34

ooooooh, ooh! you sent the one i wanted the most 😂

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

i could do it! i don't write everything by hand at all, i would die, but i used to! when i was younger i remember writing an entire fic on a roll of receipt tape because i used to get in trouble for hiding notebooks under my register drawer at work. i worked at a grocery store and would come in for a shift and they would show me overhead camera footage of me actively ignoring customers to write in a lil notebook...so naturally i just started ignoring customers and writing on receipt tape instead. anyway! the point: i could totally do that. i would not want to, but there are worse things. also, only pen. only very specific types of pens. only black ink.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

hoof, i would say something "haunting" me would be like...it's unfinished so it lives in the back of my mind and doesn't let me rest even though it may remain unfinished forever? i don't like having unfinished projects, so they just nag at the back of my brain and drive me nuts. i do have a few things that haunt me, namely my only multi-chapter fic (a barchie fic) that i abandoned and don't know if i'll ever have the inspiration to go back to. i think about it a lot bc i have a whole chunk of it written and unpublished, but 0 desire to go back to it and finish it up. who knows! maybe one day i will have a burst of inspiration for it.

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

THIS IS THE ONE I WANTED SO THANK YOU DAISY. listen. as a person who has studied writing and language for a stupidly long time i know the oxford comma isn't necessary at all, but i love it. i don't understand listing items using commas as a separation tool and then just the last two items don't need it? "and" is not punctuation, it does not dictate how one should read a sentence – the comma is/does. if i say "parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme," as opposed to "parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme," the oxford comma indicates that rosemary and thyme are separate items, not the and. sure, i suppose you can infer that they are independent from one another, but i think the comma really makes that distinction. i always use it, i don't care that people don't like it. i tell all my students they need to use it in my papers and i legitimately do mark them down if they don't because it is my only picky personal preference thing about writing. this is absolutely stupid, but it matters to me very much.

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honestly, viserys should have never married again - just honored aemma’s memory forever. rhaenyra should have been made princess of dragonstone and betrothed to daemon and there you go.

laena marries daeron as well since he was sweet, an idiot but sweet.

Hi there, Anon 🤗

If Walserys had some working braincells he would have realized remarrying and having more children would mean putting Rhaenyra's place as heir in real danger. But that would require actual thinking, which he wasn't overly fond of unfortunately. Honestly, he makes it painfully obvious his parents were brother and sister 😂 (yes I'm making an incest joke, sue me).

Though I understand why at 28 he didn’t want to die a widow, the choices he made afterwards were so stupid and damaging to Rhaenyra he was acting like he wanted to sabotage her. Keep Rhaenyra as heir even when having children with his new wife - boys - not doing a damn thing to make her place secure - like changing the current laws of succession - and not giving her the same courtesy of choosing a spouse as he gave himself, not to mention the man he chose for her husband could never love her nor have any true sexual interest in her because quoting a previous Anon, every person and their dog knew that Laenor was gay.

Jokes aside though, his issue was that he wanted to have his cake and eat it too, and then make it apologize with a hug and a promise of love. 

I have no trouble with him remarrying. At 28 it was natural he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life honouring Aemma’s memory. My problems with Walserys was the amount of stupid thing after stupid thing he did next. What he should have done instead - even if he wanted to marry - would have been to:

a) Best option: Name any son he had from his second marriage as heir;

or b) Not as good and might still cause the Dance but at least it’s not on him for the most part: Change the laws of succession to something similar to the Dornish laws in which primogeniture and not sex dictates who the heir is;

About his choice of husband for Rhaenyra, I maintain what I have said several times, Daemon was the best choice, much better than Laenor even if Laenor was straight enough to have s£x with Rhaenyra. This because he would strengthen her claim (and that of her line) on multiple fronts:

1- It assures her children are Targaryens on both sides, and on this regard might I add it assures all her children are legitimate because can you imagine Rhaenyra cheating on Daemon 😂😂 lol same here.

2- It gives her the best ally to her cause she could have - Daemon was her strongest and most important ally, and this is canon people so #cry take your complains over to George not me.

3- It ties her and Daemon's claim, while it appeases his lust for the Iron Throne.

4-Rhaenyra would very clearly not object and be quite happy about it since she could have her prince.

This being said and I do think that if Daemon could have learned to behave and keep his mouth shut, Viserys might have very well decided to marry him to Rhaenyra, because all the obvious reasons I just previously said. But no, he had to be an overall d:ck and then mock Baelon’a death (apart from everything he did before) I just… goddamn it, Daemon! Sometimes you also make it painfully obvious your mother was your aunt and your father your uncle I just 😡🤬 so Walserys isn’t the only one getting heat here! 

While I am sure Daemon was the target of slander and exaggeration let’s not pretend he did nothing wrong 😒 because he did. A lot. And while I am sure Otto would rather eat the contents of his chamberpot rather than see Daemon marrying Rhaenyra and assuring that on one way or the other he would have his line on the throne, Viserys showed several times that if he decided something he would not change his mind. The dragon could be awakened here... it was harder to do but it did happen sometimes 😂😂

This artwork is from Alu btw. I am just borrowing it.

No I have NOT been searching for furries! I just googled fat dragon and this was the most appropriate thing that came up!

All the best to you, Anon 😁