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September 2024

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Wild Rivers Sidelines Tour 2022

Ft: Violet Skies

Venue:

The Summit Music Hall (Officially called “The Summit.”

(09.16.2022)

Stats:

1st time seeing Wild Rivers

1st time seeing Violet Skies

Friend Stats:

2nd show with the lovely Emma. (Technically the first full show we’ve been to together cause the first was a Warped Tour (date I can’t remember) that we met up with each other, but I stayed the whole day and she did not. 

Photo Notes:

All photos taken by me!

It starts with Violet Skies’ set and then goes into Wild Rivers. Also I’m not drinking, drinking in that bathroom picture, I’m just finishing off my Liquid Death (expensive can water) while I have a post concert outfit photo shoot.

PS: I had an abundance of photos once again, so check out the Akward Side Blog for more photos from the show and just that day.

Hey Why Not:

I’d heard about this show and was excited, but wasn’t going to go or rather I wasn’t sure about going. It was like “you like 3 songs, is that enough?” Later on when planning for shows that I was sure about I asked my friend Emma if she wanted to go with me and she was down. Tentative plans were made, but I  ended up buying tickets the day the venue announced a low ticket warning and she was luckily able to do the same. I dragged my feet on this one, but it all worked out in the end. The deciding factor was me walking around the world singing “Thinking ‘Bout Love” for the last 2 years and figured it deserved a live listen.

The Early Bird Gets “2nd” In Line:

After getting my friend out of bed and out of the house earlier than she would have chosen for herself, we went downtown for a decent lunch from the place that I always says disappoints me. This time it was alright but the firecracker fries or whatever they’re called, did truly have a kick and now I understand why I never got them before, they never come with your meal already. It should be a crime to have burgers or chicken tenders or whatever on a bar menu and it not automatically come with a fries or onion rings.

Anyway what I thought was late (like always) but was actually fairly early. We ended up being “second” in line, as there was a whole group ahead of us that had been following the tour for a couple dates already. I thanked my friend for braving the heat and the sidewalk multiple times, to which the reward ended up being meeting Khalid and Andrew (2 members of the band) outside of the venue beforehand, getting barricade standing spots and those chef’s kiss (in my opinion) photos I was able to take by just being up there.

Violet Skies Featuring Kyndyl On The Keys and Background Vocals:

In preparing for this show I found out that I actually knew who Violet Skies was based off of one song that Spotify recommended to me several years ago, which meant I didn’t feel too out of the loop on her, like some opening acts I’ve seen on other tours. I kinda learned “I’ll Buy A House” as well, but we all know the songs you prepare yourself with rarely make it to the setlist. That being said it didn’t matter that I only really knew “Is She Gonna Be There” cause the whole set was fantastic. Any line or chorus that I could hold onto I did and she just looked so cool up there, like do you see that outfit?! “The Internet” and “Never Be Cool” were standouts in the set list though for sure. AND THE LIGHTING COLORS?!  Emma said it was her favorite performance of the night.

WILD RIVERS:

I did some runs of the Sidelines album and just Wild Rivers in general leading up to the show, but still thought I was gonna be hella rusty, when in fact I knew more than I thought I did. Again the stage lighting really set the vibe and the mood for the entire show and it just helped with the overall flow of their set perfectly. Some of the best lighting as an accessory at a show I’ve ever been to. Beyond lighting though, everything else was just great and I had so much fun being in that crowd. When you’re just vibing, feeling good and the crowd is good company, the show is so much better. This wasn’t a show with a bunch of distractions or extra noise. It truly felt like the people who were there, actually wanted to be there. (Still heard a little bit of noise from the way back at the beginning of the night, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the Joy Oladokun show. At this point I think there’s something wrong with this particular venue’s sound, especially during the openers.)

They played “Amsterdam” early on which set things up for me to not struggle through the set. “Safe Flight” and “Long Time” were top notch live. I love those songs on the album, but live you get all the extra feels and story that come with them too. There were a couple covers thrown in there as well, something I never typically mind at a show. Dropping a non-Complicated Avril Lavigne track with “I’m With You” was much liked by the crowd, however if you ask the crowd for a song to cover and you go with The Backstreet Boys, which they did, you’re going with the safest choice and I wish we as fans/audience members would use our powers better going forward. PS: That’s not a dig on The Backstreet Boys or Wild Rivers, that’s just me saying can we find a new safe option.

The encore of course was “Thinking Bout’ Love” and my heart was just so happy. I took a video clip and I was just as loud as the band, so much so that it’s mainly just a video with me and the crowd as the main audio, with Wild Rivers as background vocals. This is what makes an encore for me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End Of The Night:

I should have gotten a picture with Khalid and Andrew (of Wild Rivers) before the show cause they didn’t come out afterwards, but it’s a lot more common during these particular times to not always come out at the end. Plus the show was sold out, so that is a real factor as well. That being said we did however get to meet Violet and Kyndyl at the merch table. They were both wonderful and very sweet. I’m already ready for them to come back.

I highly recommend y’all check out “If I Saw You Again” Violet’s latest album. It’s so good. If you need more cool, British, pop in your life, this is my nod!

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Bonus Wild Rivers Sidelines US Tour 2022 Pictures!

2nd| Chicken tender lunch @ Brothers Bar and Grill.

3rd| The marquee for show.

4th & 5th| Violet Skies ft Kyndyl on keys.

6th| Khalid Yassein taking a keys break.

If you haven’t checked out the full concert post yet, here’s a handy dandy link for you. Enjoy!

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Travel back [...] a few hundred years to before the industrial revolution, and the wildlife of Britain and Ireland looks very different indeed. 

Take orcas: while there are now less than ten left in Britain’s only permanent (and non-breeding) resident population, around 250 years ago the English [...] naturalist John Wallis gave this extraordinary account of a mass stranding of orcas on the north Northumberland coast [...]. If this record is reliable, then more orcas were stranded on this beach south of the Farne Islands on one day in 1734 than are probably ever present in British and Irish waters today. [...]

Other careful naturalists from this period observed orcas around the coasts of Cornwall, Norfolk and Suffolk. I have spent the last five years tracking down more than 10,000 records of wildlife recorded between 1529 and 1772 by naturalists, travellers, historians and antiquarians throughout Britain and Ireland, in order to reevaluate the prevalence and habits of more than 150 species [...].

In the early modern period, wolves, beavers and probably some lynxes still survived in regions of Scotland and Ireland. By this point, wolves in particular seem to have become re-imagined as monsters [...].

Elsewhere in Scotland, the now globally extinct great auk could still be found on islands in the Outer Hebrides. Looking a bit like a penguin but most closely related to the razorbill, the great auk’s vulnerability is highlighted by writer Martin Martin while mapping St Kilda in 1697 [...].

[A]nd pine martens and “Scottish” wildcats were also found in England and Wales. Fishers caught burbot and sturgeon in both rivers and at sea, [...] as well as now-scarce fishes such as the angelshark, halibut and common skate. Threatened molluscs like the freshwater pearl mussel and oyster were also far more widespread. [...]

Predators such as wolves that interfered with human happiness were ruthlessly hunted. Authors such as Robert Sibbald, in his natural history of Scotland (1684), are aware and indeed pleased that several species of wolf have gone extinct:

There must be a divine kindness directed towards our homeland, because most of our animals have a use for human life. We also lack those wild and savage ones of other regions. Wolves were common once upon a time, and even bears are spoken of among the Scottish, but time extinguished the genera and they are extirpated from the island.

The wolf was of no use for food and medicine and did no service for humans, so its extinction could be celebrated as an achievement towards the creation of a more civilised world. Around 30 natural history sources written between the 16th and 18th centuries remark on the absence of the wolf from England, Wales and much of Scotland. [...]

In Pococke’s 1760 Tour of Scotland, he describes being told about a wild species of cat – which seems, incredibly, to be a lynx – still living in the old county of Kirkcudbrightshire in the south-west of Scotland. Much of Pococke’s description of this cat is tied up with its persecution, apparently including an extra cost that the fox-hunter charges for killing lynxes:

They have also a wild cat three times as big as the common cat. [...] It is said they will attack a man who would attempt to take their young one [...]. The country pays about £20 a year to a person who is obliged to come and destroy the foxes when they send to him. [...]

The capercaillie is another example of a species whose decline was correctly recognised by early modern writers. Today, this large turkey-like bird [...] is found only rarely in the north of Scotland, but 250–500 years ago it was recorded in the west of Ireland as well as a swathe of Scotland north of the central belt. [...] Charles Smith, the prolific Dublin-based author who had theorised about the decline of herring on the coast of County Down, also recorded the capercaillie in County Cork in the south of Ireland, but noted: This bird is not found in England and now rarely in Ireland, since our woods have been destroyed. [...] Despite being protected by law in Scotland from 1621 and in Ireland 90 years later, the capercaillie went extinct in both countries in the 18th century [...].

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Images, captions, and text by: Lee Raye. “Wildlife wonders of Britain and Ireland before the industrial revolution – my research reveals all the biodiversity we’ve lost.” The Conversation. 17 July 2023. [Map by Lee Raye. Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

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chapter 6 | river of fire | d.t x reader x r.t | there is much to say

series masterlist | masterlist | previous chapter

a/n: so finally we pick up from where we left off, with some major changes, while I will always love the first original chapter of the brothel scene, i needed to do my girlie some justice

warnings: daemon being kinda gross.

synopsis: daemon returns to the red keep, to find a much grown version of his young cousin and his niece.

The court had finally come to weigh upon Viserys’s shoulders, three parchments, all borne by white ravens. One from the Stepstones, one from Storm’s End and the other from the Old Palace. The missed warmth and wrath were all returning at once.

One rebel posed as his brother, one nuisance his daughter and the other, his wounded pride— his ward.

“Preparations have been made your grace, at the cost to the crown, a feast seems appropriate given the occasion. The Targaryen seat brimming full again.” Lord Beesbury coughed out his accounting.

“In lieu, your grace. I don’t find a feast appropriate upon the way all three of them have disobeyed your wishes.” Otto Hightower interjected, “perhaps the costs could be levied elsewhere.”

“Nonsense! My family is together after many moons, we should celebrate, find a reason to indulge in cups,” Viserys chuckled, looking at Lord Strong for his support.

It was the truth, Daemon begun a war without the direct command of his King, aiding Lord Corlys in his excertions upon the Stepstones. Whereas Rhaenyra, dismissed an entire court of suitors, ending a very heftily paid for tour to an end; three moons and early— then there was you. Fleeing the Capital without the King’s consent, boarding a ship to return to your brother, the cause? Knew no one but one, Alicent and she too shielded the truth of the matter.

And thus the word spread, the dragons had come to roam the streets of King’s Landing again.

Rhaenyra was the first to return, anxiously awaiting the brunt of her father’s disappointment.

You must marry, it is your duty. You must bear heirs, it is your duty.

She had grown tired of what her possible duties would be when she herself couldn’t implement one condition at the Small Council table, a poser amongst the one’s with true power. She felt left out, unseen— and her father believed that marriage would fix her unmoving temper, like a man in her vicinity would make her womanly thinking turn to putty.

Not one, not one of those morons would come near to be a possible husband for her, but more so than that, she wished that her lover would understand so. That for her, you would forever be the true bearer of her unencumbered devotions, her unconditional love. Yet the weight of responsibility had weakened your shoulders too, for you heard the same but one less.

You must marry, you must bear children.

And thus the fight, a terrible arguement between two hearts that always beat as one.

“I would never be your wife! Ever.”

There had been copious tears and then a conspicuous letter, then followed silence and Rhaenyra’s tour.

Her heart wasn’t in this, she cared not if she ever loved her husband, she didn’t want one in the first place. Even beyond Viserys’s advise, a man? A man couldn’t be worth her happiness.

She is a dragon rider, the Heir to the Iron Throne. A measly being possessing a cock wouldn’t cut it.

Her ship’s sails had caught the wind, she stood on the deck, twiddling her thumbs as she laments of returning to a cold half of her apartments. Her ladies in waiting and plenty other friends to keep her company and yet she couldn’t muster an apology to make you return home. More than a year apart, without a word— the agony should have dwindled but it lingered, prickling around her heart every night as she slept alone.

Nyra held hope that she would catch a glimpse of your face once more, run her hands through your wild hair, feel the burning chill of your fingertips and the softness of your full lips. If the world around her was just quiet enough, she could feel it, a ghostly touch pressed to her lips— only to break her heart once more as she opened her eyes.

“Princess?” Criston Cole tore her attention from her wide eyed face staring down at the Blackwater.

“We should make landfall within the hour.”

She hums following with a nod, her lips part with hesitance.

“How do you think he will take it?” She seeks perspective, perhaps to find a lighter response of possibilities than the terrible ones that stirred in her head.

“Do you speak of how curtly you’ve rejected every suitor put before you or how you have abruptly ended the tour with three months remaining.”

Rhaenyra defensively blinks away, understanding the point Cole made but partly from the anxiety of it all, willing Syrax to fly to her and flitter her away to the Summer Isles or far up the mountains in the Vale.

She returned to the storm in her head, hearing the waves and the wind jostle by her ears, the smell of salt and fish in the air and chirping, wild chirping.

Her head bolted to the skies, a noise she hadn’t heard for years.

“Take cover!” Cristin Cole screamed, taking his princess down with him.

However Rhaenyra’s eyes were fixated upon the red creature that flew dangerously close to her boat.

Caraxes… Uncle Daemon.

The smell of this bustled city once again graced Daemon’s nostrils, the cheap mead of the people and the golden painted whores of his cherished brothels all celebrated the return of their beloved Prince.

Armour clad and crowned with his haughtiness adorned in his hip, he swaggered in the Throne Room, the familiar scent of pompous perfumed cunts made him sick and yet, the smirk of victory did not leave his face as he eyed down his brother.

Gods he looks sickly, gloved hands and his body weight leaning upon Blackfyre, a sword once meant to wield the firey might of House Targaryen was now diminished to be an old man’s cane. What had happened to him. They are but four years apart in age, and while one brother stood tall in posture and tore down enemies by the hundreds. The other a King, dressed in fineries to shield the dismantling resolution of his health— he reeked of illness.

He stops in front of his brother’s Kingsgaurd, arm outstretched with Craghis Drahar’s axe at the hilt of his palm, pointing it straight at Viserys’s face. A fine present that he drops by the King’s feet.

“Add it to the chair,” he blankly says before retreating, clutching onto the pommel of Dark Sister.

He could feel it, the plenty of gazes fixated upon the crown of bones and rubies placed on his head, there could only be one king.

While Daemon adored the amusing chaos he brought to court, the unpredictability— they all saw him a monster, he knew so. Defiant, vulgar and a rake through and through. He wouldn’t disrespect his brother, not in open court and not without reason.

Daemon knelt, head bowed as he presented his earned crown to his brother.

“There is only one true King, your grace.”

Viserys looked to Otto Hightower, the cunt, eyeing away at Viserys to reject Daemon’s honour— once more denying Daemon’s adoration for his brother to be a malformation of his envy or ambitions.

Viserys descended the steps, still eyeing his younger brother with contempt, or mayhaps doubt.

“Rise.” He ordered, patting Daemon’s shoulder.

Both of them stiff yet brothers once again untied, Daemon bowed his head, resting on Viserys shoulder as they embraced one another.

Daemon relished the embrace as the court around him erupted in an applause, he heard a distinct voice— whose eyes he had witnessed preening at him as he walked into the Throne Room.

rūs— Rhaenyra.

Daemon turns to her, leading himself out with Viserys as the court begins to disband. Viserys however shoots scorned look towards his daughter, a look Daemon frowned over, in Viserys’s eyes Rhaenyra could do no wrong. His curiosity caught a waft of tension and he wondered. What could his brother’s heir have concocted this time to truly face the wrath of Viserys’s rare occurrence of anger.

It seemed that his worries about him not being welcomed home had been for nothing, Viserys had already a feast awaiting for his brother in the Godswood. Wines and musicians, foods of his liking and women of his taste already lined the halls.

“No no, I will not hear it. You were always mother’s favourite!” Viserys chuckled as he reminisced stories of their shared youth with his young wife in presence.

A gauche scene really, and yet Daemon eyes seemed to have caught another serene sight entirely.

The head of silky silver locks, developing curves accentuated by the low hemmed cream gown and eyes that much looked like his, Rhaenyra, much had truly changed, and perhaps a salacious opportunity.

He wandered over to her, avoiding one droll conversation after the other.

“What have you done?” Daemon nudged her shoulder.

“Rejected every suitor in all of Westeros.” She hummed back, licking the sweetness of the lemon cakes off her fingertips.

“Well done!” He chuckled.

She looked to him, rolling her eyes, “well you have return, the prize of my father’s eyes.”

Daemon chuckled once more, shaking his head. His eyes finding a much familiar necklace adorning her neck, and just so— much had changed but nothing at all.

“You’ve changed.”

“As have you Princess.” Daemon looked around as the crowd in the Godswood dwindled.

“You seem calmer, more content perhaps.”

“You seem besides it.” Daemon countered.

“Well it seems my station provided me with ample— discrepancies.” She scoffs.

He sat there, in an odd sense of familiarity. Once again loved, not in the thrall-ish way he often seems to force it out of the common folk, but truly wanted. In the presence of his family, his only pride and at times joy.

Though one figure he registered had been missing all this while, a little dragon in viper’s clothing. The wild mess of dark curls and hesitant eyes— he’d have thought he’d see you first, and yet you were no where to be seen.

The air pulled against the loose wisps of your done up hair, you leaned against the barricaded balcony of your cabin, feeling the waves sway beneath as your ship sailed into the Blackwster Bay. The muddled dark colour of the ocean taking over the serene blue of The Sunset Sea, the murky waters leading it ugly way to once a place you dearly wanted to return to but were afraid too.

On the horizon you could see Rhaenys Hill, the gates of the city and the Bell Tower. Calling to you as you thought of all the possible earfuls of lectures Viserys was about to grace you with.

“How could you take off with my leave?”

Much had changed since you had left, both in reality and within yourself, you looked more a woman than a child, you had flowered. While showing to court in the robes you had on now would be just a little inappropriate. The Martell that you once pushed away, now towered with you with a spear in hand. Such was the Gods choosing you wondered, while your brother Qoren was the perfect portrait of Martell seed, leaving but just his olive skin a testament to your father. His brownish curls and striking purple eyes called to his Targaryen heritage even as he sat on the Martell seat to rule its lands.

You on the other hand, had paler skin than most of the Dornish kin, wide and expressive hazel eyes and ever since you flowered. Thicker streaks of silver that shone bright within the ample strands of your wild brown hair. A small token of your Valyrian heritage, of your mother Daenerys and her eyes. If one looked closely, a ring of lilac crowned the brown of your pupils.

Just this time as you returned, perhaps born anew to your role in the Targaryen dynasty. You were no longer timid, your tongue as sharp as the shot you could take with your bow and arrow and a mind far wise to irk the pompous men at court. Returning home did you good, as your people would call it. All though you were sure Septa Marlow would do naught but sneer at how mismanaged a young princess could become.

Fuck that.

Even as your ship anchored to a halt, with boats circling to receive you and your party. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the Red Keep. Would it have changed in the past year and half, would Viserys be healthier. You wanted to know this instant and yet no answers were brought to you.

Your old jeweled palaquin sat waiting for you, with four Targaryen guards at each pole hilt, you hiked your soft pink skirts to prevent any dirt staining the delicate fabric as you crouched to enter the vessel.

The city still smelled the same, perhaps worse— but it was home, your childhood. The swaying of the palaquin pulled you further into your thoughts, a sick anxiety twisted at your insides as you readjusted your dupatta.

There was barely a procession levied to your name as you stepped out to the courtyard, you heard Oberya scoff behind you; her arched brows scrunched to portray her dismay to the empty courtyard. You were a Princess after all, a name deserved the gathering of at least the Small Council if not the King himself.

“yahain vapis nahi ana chahiye tha rajkumari.” Oberya shook her head. We shouldn’t have returned Princess.

You sighed, hiking your skirts once more to walk behind the guards escorting you— no doubt to the Throne Room where you were certain you would hear an earful from the King himself or perhaps a monotone warning from Otto Hightower. A chill ran down your spine, imagining the steel purple eyes glaring down at you with the weight of his disappointments.

You stood by the door, reminding yourself to breathe, nice large huffs of breaths to fill your lungs and ease the sinking pit in your belly. You nod your head, letting your party and Oberya disperse to their own duties.

Your sweaty palm pushes against the massive heavy metal doors, the sound of creaking so loud against silent hallways it made your ears ring just a bit. The sight within was something you didn’t expect at all.

Empty, not a soul.

The gallery, the Throne and bleachers. Not a person here to watch you catch an earful from the King.

No one at all but one maid crouched by the statue of Jaehereys, scrubbing away with a sudded cloth.

“Where is everyone?”

She looked up, confused for a moment and then meekly replied.

“The Godswood, milady.”

You hummed, turning to the Throne once more before heading to the west doors.

You thought of all the reason’s as to why the entire court would have gathered in the Goswood, you wondered if Alicent was with child again. It couldn’t be though, when you left she had just announced the quickening of Haelena, it was too soon for her to be with child again.

Perhaps a marriage? Rhaenyra?

You prayed not, you had just returned. You didn’t think yourself capable to feel the burn of jealousy but you did, you imagined whatever lord hoped to wed her and then you imagined something untoward happening to him.

You stopped by the wooden doors, you could hear the bustle of the people in the gardens, the smell of meats and perfumes tickled at your nose.

The guards stood by the door appeared confused by the sight of you, your dressing extravagant enough for you to be a noble but they couldn’t quite place which one. You looked between the both of them as the hunched closer, whispering amongst themselves to place your identity.

“Princess Rhaenys?” One whispered.

“Does she look old to you?”

“It is the Princess of Dorne, now if you may.”

You flinched at the abrupt voice behind you, you turned to find Lord Strong looking down at you.

“Princess.” He greeted “We were not expecting you until tomorrow.”

“The winds were in our favour, I’m afraid.” You explained, smiling at the gentle favour of his hand.

The wooden doors opened as you were greeted to the blossoms of the gardens, many of which now thrived and grew from your efforts over the years.

Then it dawns the reason as to why the court had gathered, two heads of very prominent silver hair stood in the crowd.

You were frozen looking at them and everyone else was frozen looking at you.

In the surprise of it all, Alicent approached you first.

You in all regality, bowed on her approach. “My Queen.”

“Y/N!” She gushed, patting your shoulder as a formality when you’d rather embrace her. The warmth of her palm easing your nerves just a bit. You were home for now.

Daemon froze solid to the ground for a moment, a gentle tilt to his head as he registered who stood a couple feet from him. There were many stale bets he would have placed in his lifetime but he saw this coming from so far away.

Even as a little boy learning to spar over the summer and watching his cousin Rhaenys grow wisps of Targaryen silver with the black of her Baratheon head.

When he looked down at his niece, she shared the confusion he had— her head too finding answers to whatever this creature stood in front of them was.

The truth was in the blood, the magic that people sing about stood in person.

By the gods

The blue gowns changed for a soft summery pink, and the cut of that neckline— torture. So much to see but nothing at all.

You turned their way, eyes fixated on Rhaenyra for a moment and then around her before you turned to greet the rest of the Small Council members.

There was commandment, a tantalizing graze to how the shimmery fabric moved as you did.

It wouldn’t be appropriate, Rhaenyra knew it but her impatience grew as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

A year and a half— too long, too fucking long.

She was waiting to hear every footstep coming her way, from the jangles of your payal. The sway of your skirts coming to a stop a foot away from her and Daemon.

“My Princess,” you acknowledged “My Prince.”

There stood a moment of awkward silence between you and Rhaenyra until you turned to Daemon.

“I must congratulate you for your valiant victory in the Stepstone, cousin. One can only hope the poets sing about it till the end of time.” You smile at him.

That’s when he sees them, twinkling against the soft glow of the sun, the purple hiding behind the brown of your eyes. He never could place it, even as he fucked false silver haired whores in brothels, the image of Targaryen seed trampling the viper blood in your veins gave him so much joy.

Rhaenyra still remains silent, pulling the strings in her head to conjure up words.

In the Common Tongue, in Valyrian— just speak please!

Viserys however interjects, Alicent following behind him “What joy, my family; whole again!” He smiles with his teeth barred.

The smile persists cheek to cheek as he looks at Alicent, then to his brother and then you. Though as her turns to Rhaenyra, his eyes fall to disappointment. Reminding Rhaenyra yet again of how much trouble she was in.

Alicent with much grace however, shifted the conversation.

“Perhaps Prince Daemon would like a tour to the tapestries gifted to you by Novos and Qohor?” an innocent suggestion.

Viserys’s face scrunches for a moment as he slaps his hand around Daemon’s shoulder.

“Tell me, would you like to see the tapestries?” He breaks in to an ugly cackle.

Daemon, though oftentimes expected to be the one devoid any manner contains himself for the sake of his young sister by law. He hated her father, not her.

“Well I, would love to see them.” Rhaenyra sheepishly chimes in.

“Well then you should not deprive yourself, daughter.”

The curt sting could be felt from a mile away as she hangs her head in defeat.

“I would love to see them, care to escort me cousin?” You turn to Rhaenyra, smiling at her with an arm extended.

The two of departed from the court, rigidly walking hand in hand to the galleries. She couldn’t say anything out fear that you were still angry at her and her uneasiness amused you.

When the doors to the Grand Gallery finally closed she turned on her heel hastily.

“Forgive me, everything I said. I take it back.”

You looked up at her, this time tilting your head to the side, eyes purposefully stern. You held her hand and began pulling her to the closest wall and pushing her against it.

“I’m sorry.” She repeats.

“Shush.”

You pressed your lips against hers, taking her aback as you grab at the cotton fabric around her waist as you pulled her closer.

She hums, relishing the taste of your lips before finding her footing and turning you around— pressed up against the very lovely tapestry sent by Essosi envoys.

Only painted eyes in witness as you took your liberties with your lover.

“A dozen chambers,” a sing song voice tore the two of you out of your trance.

A deep pit of fear flutters in your belly as you pull yourself away from Rhaenyra.

“Haven’t I taught you better?”

Daemon stood at the door with his palm questioningly pointed at the two of you. His mind found a new source of amusement and by the gods he was going to enjoy toying this time.

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS SMUTTTTTTT. Lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Having a crocodilian in our house is unethical. But is it unethical to visit the crocodilians in their house? Can I ethically go see a croc chilling on their home??

Depends.

Do the crocodilians live somewhere like here, in a river with shallow banks? Is it nighttime specifically?

Do not enter the crocodilians' house, observe only from a distance! ❌❌❌

Is the crocodilian at a roadside zoo or other ill-reputed establishment? Do not patronize! Avoid establishments that have baby alligators for visitors to hold. ❌❌❌

Are you visiting the crocodilians' home while taking care to be mindful of the nature around you, avoiding feeding them and getting too close to them? Perhaps taking part in a reputable nature tour?Have fun, that's an ethical way to see crocodilians! ✔✔✔

Is the crocodilians' home an AZA-accredited zoo or licensed santuary? Have a great time visiting them! ✔✔✔

In short:

Getting too close to wild crocodilians or patronizing unethical establishments: ❌❌❌

Observing wild crocodilians from a distance and visiting ethical zoos and sanctuaries: ✔✔✔

[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

Modern Fantasy Monsters: Vacation Destination: Part 1

The Wild Woods

Feeling a bit magical this summer? Have you ever wondered what it’s like to live as a fairy? Well, The Wild Woods Association has the perfect summer vacation for you and your family! Take a trip to the Wild Woods, a small area nestled on the edge of the Fae Wilds where you’ll enjoy a cozy lifestyle in one of our rented cottages. We have cottages ranging from a cozy night in with two or a magical fairy adventure for a family so that everyone can have a fairy-tastic time! -Take a special guided tour through the fae wilds and see all that has to offer to learn about the rich history of fae society and hear amazing stories of old from our friendly staff. -Enjoy our petting zoo with friendly animals and also learn about their history and how our organization helps animals of the fae wilds from becoming extinct. 

-Take a ride on our giant swans along the Glowing River and see all of the amazing sights of colorful groves and grottos to make your trip feel like you're in a fairytale. -Take a tour of our Crystal Caverns and experience the magic of gemology with a tour! Or take one of our guided meditation classes within the Caverns and experience pure bliss with the good vibes around you. -Expose yourself in amazing theatrical performances by our actors in the theater! Shows are put on every night that are in both common speak and fae speak. Laugh, Cry, and Cheer at the amazing shows that are put on!

Our Wild Woods is a vacation spot of wonders and enchantment. Whether you're wanting a thrilling adventure, a relaxing week away or an educational journey the Wild Woods association will help you seek your magic vacation in a snap!

[akwardlyuncool]

Class Favorites: Artists Of The Year/Concert Rank

When trying to figure out who the Artist Of The Year for 2022 was I couldn’t just pick 1, so I went with everyone I saw in concert this year. It was my reintroduction year for getting back into physical concerts and a pretty solid one at that. In the past few years I’ve started ranking the concerts that I’ve been to that year, so in 2022 I’m combining AOTY with my concert rank.

Note: Basically somebody had to go at the bottom, I really enjoyed them all. It  just came down to little stuff like how I was physically doing or what was going on that day, so this is not an indication of who I like more.

PS: There were two shows that I don’t have solo posts for, but hopefully I’ll be able to toss some concert love letters and pictures up for them when ACF22 is over. That being said, I’ll link all the ones I can.

All photos were taken by me!

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1) Boys Like Girls (Self-Titled) Anniversary Tour - Boys Like Girls

If you’ve been following me for any amount of time, you’d know that the Boys Like Girls Self-Titled album is one of my favorite albums of all time. You’d also know I missed their last anniversary tour in 2016 because I was having spine surgery the day after they were playing. The band decided to give me and only me a a gift and come back, so I could see them preform one of my favorite albums.

What puts this show at the top, is simply by being hella early (first in line) Martin Johnson (the lead singer lol) upgraded mine and a handful of other early birds regular tickets, to VIP ones. This meant we got to do the meet and greet, listen to some I believe acoustic soundcheck featuring songs not in the set and just get in early. I don’t do VIP, but I’m not mad at it. The show was so good and brought me so much joy, I even managed to catch a drum stick at the end of the night, so 10/10 points for them. I’m just gonna ignore it being on Halloween.

Love letter to this show to come at a later date.

2) Wild Rivers Sidelines Tour - Wild Rivers

Violet Skies, who opened the show, was so good and complimented the whole evening very well. The Wild Rivers part of the night though, was wonderful and vibey and just so good in and of itself. This was also the show that I felt like I got the best photos of any concert I attended in 2022. Getting to sing Thinking ‘Bout Love at a live show was a highlight of my year for sure.

Concerts aren’t just the artist on stage, unless you’re in some parking lot getting an acoustic show, they are also the crowd and the venue and the overall vibe. What separated 2 from 3 was the crowd.

3) Joy Oladokun North American Tour 2022 - Joy Oladokun

This was my first in person show since 2019 and I couldn’t of been happier given how things played out. I won tickets through a giveaway and had really good friends there with me. Joy Oladokun is so good live and after the show I fell further in love with her latest album. Now I’m not gonna lie parts of the crowd did suck because they were being so rude, however in the look-back I’m choosing to focus on how good she was and the wonderful time I had with my friends, and not the crowd. I also went home with the set list, so there’s that too.

4) Never Had To Leave Tour - Matt Maeson

I had a ton of fun at this show and I went with a friend I hadn’t seen in years. Matt Maeson was fantastic, I however wasn’t feeling 100% which is why this show comes in at #4. Y’all know I love my Matt Maeson and his latest album “Never Had To Leave” is really good and hearing pieces of it live was a gift for sure. I’m telling you, “Cut Deep” hits no matter where you’re listening, but live goes hard.

This was a later in the year show that I don’t have a regular post for, but soon I hope to at least share some pictures and briefly talk about a new venue, cause that doesn’t happen for me too often.

5) The Taste Of The South Festival AKA: A Free Lyfe Jennings Show

This was a free show that I saw at a festival that I didn’t attend lol. Lyfe’s music is home and family to me, so I’m glad I got to attend this one with my parents.  Lyfe’s attitude wasn’t the best though, he was late and treated the crowd like we didn’t know old songs and bounced as soon as the set was over. Now I’m not saying that I didn’t have a good time, cause mediocre pizza is still pizza. I knew the entire set, sang every word and overall had a great evening, but if we’re ranking over all concert experiences, there were just better ones.

6) The Upsides & Suburbia Anniversary Tour Livestream - The Wonder Years

To put it plain and simple, this was the only livestream show I attended in 2022 and when coming up against in person shows, that were really good, it can be hard to compete. Now that being said, great show! I absolutely love The Wonder Years and will take all the livestream shows that they want to give, especially when so many artists are kinda leaving them behind. I had to watch this show in parts because I had a lot of things going on at that time, but either way I enjoyed the whole thing. It also resurfaced all of our love for “All My Friends Are In Bar Bands.” Just know that if I had gone in person, if I could have made it through that long of a set, It would have been way higher up.

[d1rthaus]

From Talking Heads’ Uncut Cover Story:

Expanded edition of TH:77 to come including early recordings, live tapes at CBGBs, radio station recordings. All 8 albums will receive an extended release

The band’s full archive is being digitised so it’s publicly available for the benefit of up and coming artists. Includes outtakes and rehearsals. Archive will be hosted by Columbia University

Psycho Killer’s French verse was originally going to be Japanese but this fell through once DB’s contact found out the song’s name

No Compassion was about a relationship of DB’s turning sour on his part

Warning Sign was inspired by The Velvet Underground and the drum section for The Beatles’ Tomorrow Never Knows. The song is about laying in bed with a girl on too many drugs

Memories Can’t Wait originated from DB and CF attempting to cover Led Zeppelin’s Communication Breakdown during The Artistic’s era. Song is about being overwhelmed at parties / by memories / by immediate surroundings

Houses in Motion introduced DB to CAN, who were recommended to him based on the record

The Great Curve - DB and JH recruitment tactics involved cornering Adrian Belew in a stairwell and pinging off walls

The Lady Don’t Mind was a True Stories outtake, JH mentions this was the case for multiple tracks on Little Creatures - he doesn’t go into any further detail but if you search True Creatures Demos on YouTube this could be what’s being remastered

Little Creatures was their best-selling album even though they never toured it. Instead they gave MTV 4 music videos to keep them on tv for a year while DB focused on directing True Stories

Radio Head - Tito Larriva met the band Radiohead but they ignored him when he blurted out from an elevator that he sang the original song

RE: The Top 30 -

DB picks:

New Feeling

Memories Can’t Wait

Houses in Motion

And She Was

Cool Water

JH picks:

Take Me to the River

Heaven

This Must Be the Place

Girlfriend is Better

The Lady Don’t Mind

Democratic Circus

CF picks:

Psycho Killer

Warning Sign

Life During Wartime

Once in a Lifetime

Crosseyed and Painless

Puzzlin Evidence

TW picks:

No Compassion

Found a Job

I Zimbra

Wild Wild Life

Others picked:

Love (Building on Fire)

Thank You For Sending Me An Angel

Born Under Punches

Burning Down the House

Road to Nowhere

Radio Head

Blind

Nothing But Flowers

[hiveswap]

I am a plains kid, irrepairably so. Having been born into an environment like mine has many effects on people: it can invoke poetry, instill a deep fear of heights, make them spit their lungs out from the slightest elevation of terrain.

I believe i recieved most of these gifts, though I don't believe the great flat fields are anything to write poetry about. There's fields of canola and wheat, sunflowers as far as the eye can see, and further east there's wild grasslands and mirages on the road in the summer heat, then further out, old wells that define so much of what the average Hungarian pictures when they think of Hortobágy.

I grew up next to water, not the clear blue water of Balaton or the salt spray of the sea, but a green river with jagged stones, sticky clay and husks of plants that pierce your foot if you dare bathe in it without shoes.

In the spring the mosquitoes and frogs and mayflies and weeping williows awake and fulfill their puprose as intended by their mother.

I have never seen a mayfly bloom, I cannot write poetry about that either.

In the summer, the buzz of tourists from far away fills my ears just as loudly as the buzz of the mosquitoes, who are so great in number that I begin to fear approaching our raspberry bushes in broad daylight. My mother still harvests it, in rubber boots and thick protective clothes.

There is nothing more to my town, i realise every year. When the tourists go, the lights of the festival and the faint smell of weed dies out, all that is left is ten thousand people struggling to get by, living in the remains of a town once known for better parties, better beaches, less mosquitoes.

About an hour north there's grapevines on the hills. I've tried to write poetry about those but I know nothing about wine, and nothing about the hills.

Yet further, between mountains not tall enough for fear yet tall enough to make me spit my lungs out as I walk, sits a city, one of men long dead and poetry long sung. I walk past a castle, and towers reaching towards the sky. Then I walk past a residential building pointing a molded, rotting finger towards the clouds.

I climb the staircase to the top of the tower and feel nothing, not the fear of heights and not the buzz of tourists on a wine tour.

Many hours south I see a mountain by a sea, the road on top so high above pristine blue waters that looking to the side makes my heart jump, just like when I saw the Balaton as a nine year old on my first summer trip with a mother who packed both our bags all alone.

Many hours south even from there, sits a continent forgein to me, just across the waves. I don't speak the tongues of the people in either of these places.

I feel a wave of safety, just a small wave of poetry. I will only ever return here as a stranger, as part of the buzz of tourists from far away.

I am not a poet, I do not write about the places I am a part of. I am an ill fitting brick in the wall of my homeland, i am a passerine migrating for the winter and feeling the vertigo of mountains and the stillness of the plains.

I will never see poetry in the plains, in the brick wall, in the mangled remains of a culture painted the sunset-colours of despair. I am a passerine building my lone nest, I am a plains kid, irrepairably so.