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cappymightwrite · 2 years ago

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I am loving your fics and I realise how you write Jonsa and especially Jon's POV after parentage reveal. I wonder how would you explore a POV of either one of them before parentage reveal and especially Sansa because she always shields her emotions. You write so well and it put me to thought how Elinor would approach this.

Thank you! 💕💕

(Fics being referenced Beneath My Bones & Worth The Keeping)

Hmm, I been thinking a bit about that too lately😉 I do have an idea for a new fic I'm working on that would touch on that, though it's an au set in the Vale with Sansa still in the guise of Alayne Stone... So, not exactly how I think things would actually go down in canon, or rather, how I'd prefer them to go down. But hey, should be angsty😏

But canon-wise, in response to some asks, I've shared my thoughts about how it would make sense to me if Jon is a bit more aware of the blurring of regard from fond familial protectiveness into something more romantic than perhaps Sansa would be:

But as I said, I think the set up for there being a blurring between the platonic/familial and romantic is solid, but as Jon is the more "romantically" experienced of the two, I see him realising the true significance of that blurring a bit sooner. Both are adept at concealment, but I think it’s notable that we’ve seen Jon being continuously offered not quite romance, with two separate women [Ygritte and Val], in fact. But both are thwarted by circumstance and the character of the person involved.

I still stand by that, but do think it's important to note, as you say, that Sansa is skilled at shielding her emotions... but so is Jon. That's why their POVs will be very interesting to read, especially the little bits of internal thought we get scattered throughout. But as I said, I can see Jon's internal thoughts being a little more guilt-ridden... a little more uncomfortable with what he's feeling for her, because:

I think Jon is more attuned [...] to what it is he desires romantically, because he’s been offered chances, but they’ve been ultimately lacking (whereas Sansa will not be). Sansa, on the other hand, has been presented with…not even chances at love, because they’ve been forced upon her and are all awful, or at the very least pretty subpar. I just think she’s had such an awful time of it that just Jon being a safe, trusted, loving presence will be a big deal for her, but she won’t necessarily cotton on to the romantic desire that will be simmering beneath that. But Jon will.

To refer back to a (half-joking) meta I did about Jon's "What do you know of my heart?" line in ADWD and the 1995 film adaptation of Sense and Sensiblity, I expect Jon to have this mentality:

The "heart does not concern" Jon [ADWD, Jon VI], or so he tries to convince himself. Instead, he tries to focus on his duty, just as Elinor does, and what is possible vs. impossible. And he keeps his silence on his true feelings. MARIANNE: Always resignation and acceptance! Always prudence and honour and duty! Elinor, where is your heart?

So, if I was writing Jon and all his repressed angsty feelings, I'd take a page from Austen and specifically Elinor Dashwood (my namesake!):

"[...] You do not suppose that I have ever felt much – For four months, [Sansa], I have had all this hanging on my mind, without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature; knowing that it would make you [...] most unhappy whenever it were explained to you, yet unable to prepare you for it in the least [...] by endeavouring to appear indifferent where I have been most deeply interested [...] I have known myself to be divided from [you] for ever, without hearing one circumstance that could make me less desire the connection [...] And all this has been going on at a time, when, as you too well know, it has not been my only unhappiness – If you can think me capable of ever feeling – surely you may suppose that I have suffered now. The composure of mind with which I have brought myself at present to consider the matter, the consolation that I have been willing to admit, have been the effect of constant and painful exertion – they did not spring up of themselves – they did not occur to relieve my spirits at first – No, [Sansa] – Then, if I had not been bound to silence, perhaps nothing could have kept me entirely – not even what I owed to my dearest friends – from openly showing that I was very unhappy." – Sense & Sensibility, ch. 37

But enough about Jon, you asked about Sansa! As abovementioned, I think for Sansa there will be a lot of initial relief at finally being reunited with someone who represents safety, familiarity and home. I could see that profound happiness translating into a strong attachment to Jon — wishing to be near him, ostensibly because she feels unsafe around others, caring deeply for his good opinion, etc — and her being unconscious at first of how her regard for him is shifting... Then, as Jon realises his own feelings and tries to suppress them, this could result in some painful confusion from Sansa:

[Sansa] suddenly felt as if she could scarcely keep from crying - a minute ago he had been so near to her, and talking so pleasantly and confidentially; and now he almost seemed as if he had forgotten her existence. – Wives and Daughters, ch. 24

I've already mentioned one classic romantic novel, so why not another! Here I've swapped Molly Gibson (and her feelings for Roger Hamley) for Sansa. This passage is out of context, granted, and I could explain the context, but that's not really relevant to the point I'm trying to make. Reading it as is, as a girl struggling to understand how someone she cares for can be at one moment attentive and then indifferent, it'd be interesting to see this in Sansa's POV, imo.

Very recently, @agentrouka-blog recieved a similar question (perhaps also from you anon?) about how Jonsa might deal with their forbidden love... without knowing the other shares the same feelings. I always love anything Rouka has to say, so let's take a gander:

I don't think she would slip into absolute denial or some kind of self-loathing shame spiral, so much as she would transition into "lady in a song" mode after a brief moment of hesitation, and try to conduct herself in the image of Naerys: that is, to love fully but chastely and with an eye on duty. A sweet but sad song. She might even keep quiet about it, if she isn't sure of his feelings, but I don't doubt she would embrace her own feelings, good and bad. Unlike the songs, they would be a lot more intense, though, and her ability to be willful, as well.

I like this theory a lot and I think I sort of go that way in the second chapter of Beneath My Bones — the idea that once Sansa realises the true extent of her own feelings, the confusion having cleared, she'll fully commit to them, informed in part by her love of songs:

She gazed at him then, blinking through the tears and the snow. In that moment, she saw all his strength, his frailty, his intricacy, and his simplicity. His need for love, for acceptance, his deep desire to give and to receive. She saw his carefulness, his warmth, his patience, his passion. And she saw then, with startling, dazzling clarity, that he was truly all she could have ever hoped for, and what made him better was that he was real. Brave and gentle and strong.

I am interested in the period of time before this realisation though, which I'd like to see be drawn out a little, in contrast to Jon realising a bit sooner and all the angst that will cause him 😈 I don't think she'll be oblivious to her feelings, in fact I'd hope her feelings will jump off the page, she'll acknowledge them but just misunderstand them initially... because I think that would be fun to write and read.

I'd like to see Sansa be quite defensive and protective of Jon, a startling new feeling for her, to speak "the truth as she believed it," in terms of how she feels about him, "though not the real actual truth":

"Why, Molly!" said Cynthia, in her turn seeking to read Molly's face, "what's the matter with you? One might think you cared for him yourself." "I?" said Molly, all the blood rushing to her heart suddenly; then it returned, and she had courage to speak, and she spoke the truth as she believed it, though not the real actual truth. "I do care for him; I think you have won the love of a prince amongst men. Why, I am proud to remember that he has been to me as a brother, and I love him as a sister, and I love you doubly because he has honoured you with his love." – Wives and Daughters, ch. 34

Something like the above is what I'd like to see, because I love Sansa being a bit wilful and a bit defiant... especially when it comes to what and who she cares about. She's being very sincere... but there's also something a bit more too it, even if she doesn't fully see it yet. So, I'd expect to see some element of being shielded from her true feelings, but not necessarily because she feels any deep subconscious shame... that's too close to how things will go for Jon, I think.

I'd like to see some contrast between the two really, though the commonality between them being the depth of their feelings. I'd like to see Sansa hyping Jon up, hyping him up in her internal thoughts, connecting that praise to the associations she now has with him and safety, protection, the last known bit of home she has left etc, and not quite realising the implication of all that, and also, as I explored in BMB, because she's a bit distrustful of love... until she does realise the true extent of her feelings. And then when she does, depending on how close to the parentage reveal we are, she takes on this loving chastely from afar role (like Molly Gibson!), all the while Jon is going out of his goddamn mind 😅😈

That's just me though! Thanks for the ask 🌻

#cappy's thoughts #cappy's writing #jonsa #jon x sansa

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x-reader-theater · 4 years ago

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An Austenite Affair {3}

Relationship: Javier Peña x Male!Columbian!Reader

Summary: "Sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in." ~Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Unprotected Sex, Period Typical Homophobia, homophobic slurs directed at self

Word Count: 2697 words

A/N: This chapter was edited by @mystic-writes . You can also read this on Ao3 here. The song sung by the reader in this chapter is “El Muñeco Pinpón” by The Toy Band.

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Chapter 3: Sense and Sensibility

"I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way." ~Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.

"So," you hear someone say in front of you, and you look up from your book to see the American, who you now know to be Javi's partner, Murphy. "I think we got off on the wrong foot," he says, and you raise an eyebrow, "and I want to start again."

You take your feet off from your desk and shuffle in your seat so you're sitting upright. You put your book down and nod. "Alright."

"Alright?" he asks and you nod. He smiles. "Okay! Well, uh, I guess we should- uh…" he looks around for something, though you're not entirely sure what.

You hold out your hand. He takes it and you say, "¡Hola! Me llamo [Y/N]. ¿Suyo?"

"Uh my-" Murphy clears his throat. "Mi-mi nombre es Steve Murphy."

You cringe slightly at his pronunciation, but you smile at the effort. "We're gonna have to work on your accent."

He chuckles and takes his hand back. "Yeah…"

You sit there for a moment, not really knowing what to say, and it seems Murphy feels the same tension between the two of you. But, neither of you move, and it isn't until Javi walks in that Steve finally says something.

"Well, I should get back to work-" he says and you say quickly, "Yeah, yeah. I should get back to my book-"

The two of you smile at each other awkwardly and Murphy leaves the room.

Javi raises an eyebrow at you, and you sigh and bury your head in your book again as Javi just laughs.

"Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?" ~Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.

Javi comes into the archives and you immediately put your book down. He reaches over the desk and grabs your hand, dragging you toward the back, and you feel yourself start to get excited about what Javi was planning on doing with you, where he would touch you, what he would do with that mouth of his. He opens the door, and you brace yourself to be pushed against it.

But, when he drags you in, you're not pushed.

Instead, you're pulled into his chest. He wraps his arms around your middle, and buries his head in your neck. His moustache tickles your neck and you have to take a couple deep breaths to keep yourself from laughing.

Suddenly, you feel Javi shaking underneath you, and you feel something wet on your neck. Your face drops and you wrap your arms around Javi, pulling him in closer. His breathing quickens and you can hear light sobbing and sniffling in your arms.

This man, who you've known for months as being nothing but a cold, unfeeling, man whore, is currently sobbing into your shoulder.

You kiss his hair and rest your cheek on his head. You start singing a lullaby that your mother used to sing to you under your breath.

"Pinpón es un muñeco, muy guapo de cartón, se lava la carita, con agua y con jabón," you sing quietly, and probably not very well, but it seems to help Javi calm down slightly. His breathing evens out as you continue to sing. "Pinpón siempre se peina, con peine de marfil, y aunque se hace tirones, no llora ni hace así."

Javi sighs and pulls his face away from your neck, and you wipe his cheeks with your hands. He leans into the touch and sighs, turning his head to kiss your palm. You shudder at the feeling, and Javi looks up at you with red-rimmed eyes, and leans in.

You close your eyes and let him kiss you softly, your hands still on his cheeks. You kiss him back, just as gently, and when he opens his mouth for more you let your tongue in and-

"[Y/N]!" you hear someone call from outside the cupboard.

Javi laughs as you sigh and kiss him again, before pulling apart and leaving the small closet in the back. You come face to face with Steve Murphy, and stop in your tracks, pulling your hands to your chest.

"I-" you begin to say with wide eyes and you look back at Javi, who does not look like he has the energy to help. "I was looking through some old files with Jav- Peña," you wince at that, "because he needed something from more than ten years ago."

Steve looks at the two of you and you feel your cheeks begin to heat up, the skin buzzing with embarrassment, and the main in front of you places his hands on his hips. "Right. And did you find what you were looking for?"

You open your mouth but Javi steps up and talks for you. "No. It must be somewhere else in the archives." He turns to you and asks calmly, "[Y/N], could you look for it?"

You nod quickly and walk off, ignoring Murphy's stare and the two men talking behind you.

"Everything he did was right. Everything he said was clever. If their evenings at the park included cards, he cheated himself and all the rest of the party to get her a good hand." ~Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

You sigh as you flop down onto Javi's couch at the end of the day. You are quickly joined by Javi who sits at the opposite end of the couch. You let yourself fall lightly into his lap, and look up at him from your position. He smiles down at you and runs his fingers over your scalp.

"That was close today," you say, and Javi frowns. "Murphy almost-"

"Would it be so bad if Murphy knew?" Javi asks and your eyes widen. Javi's hand stills.

You frown back. "Murphy may be your partner, but if he, what, knew that we were fucking? Knew that his partner was a fag," you spit out as you sit up from Javi's lap. The man across from you just stares at you, and looking into his deep brown eyes, you find you can't hide what you're feeling anymore. You sigh, the frown dropping from your face, and you look at Javi and whisper, "I'm scared, Javi. You know what they do to-"

"I don't think Steve would do that," Javi says quietly, placing a hand on your cheek.

You sigh and pull away from him. "Peña-"

But Javi reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you to him. You fall into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, and you feel a kiss pressed to the crown of your head. "Just don't worry about it, okay? We'll deal with it later."

You sigh and nod, looking up at Javi, who smiles and kisses you quickly. You place a hand on the back of his neck and lean up, kissing him with intent and need. He moans into your mouth and you reposition yourself while still kissing him, onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

You pull away for a moment, your hands coming to rest on his cheeks and you say, "Let me fuck you."

His eyes go wide and he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

"I don't have to, if you don't want to," you clarify, and he stops opening his mouth like a fish. "But, I would like to try it."

You sit there for a few moments in silence, the two of you staring at one another, when Javi nods.

"Okay."

"Really?" you ask, your eyes widening and excitement rising in your chest.

Javi nods again. "Yeah."

You kiss him, opening your mouth and letting his tongue explore as you grind your hips against his. You moan loudly, and Javi bites your lip, causing your hips to buck.

You get off his lap and grab his hand, dragging him into the bedroom.

"Strip," you say, and you see him shiver at your command before doing exactly as he's told. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall to the floor by his feet before reaching down and unzipping his already tight pants. You lick your lips as he pulls down his pants, and then his underwear after it, leaving him in nothing.

You walk over, not taking your eyes off him, and you see him clench and unclench his fists as he looks at you. You smirk and run your hands over his chest, stomach, and eventually his cock.

He shivers under your touch, moaning quietly, and you press a kiss to his neck. You stroke his cock, and he lets out a shaky breath.

"Get on the bed," you whisper, and Javi nods, laying down on the bed, and watching as you strip as well.

You throw your clothes across the room and grab the bottle of oil from your bedside, pouring it onto your fingers. You rub them together slowly, before leaning over Javi, placing your hand on his shoulder, and touching your fingers to his hole.

He gasps and you feel his entrance constrict underneath your fingers. You trace the ring of muscle before pushing a finger in. You hear him moan and you press a kiss to his shoulder as you start to feel around for that bundle of nerves.

"More," Javi pants out and you insert another finger slowly, eliciting a low moan.

You hook your fingers up and feel for his prostate, and when you brush it, Javi shivers, and his hips jerk up.

"Santo cabrón se siente tan bien…" he mutters and you smirk, leaning down to kiss him as you press his prostate again.

You reach down with your other hand and start stroking his leaking cock, slowly, in time with your fingers.

"[Y/N]," Javi says, shakily, "I don't think…"

You shush him quietly and whisper against his lips, "It's okay Javi. Let it out."

He lets out a shaky moan and his entire body shivers as you feel his hole constrict around your fingers. You let your fingers go still, but you help ease him through his orgasm with your other hand stroking his dick.

Finally, he stops and you slowly pull your fingers out of him.

"I-" Javi begins to say, but he's too out of breath to continue. You laugh and kiss him slowly, and move to get up, but he grabs your wrist and holds you close to him. "What about you?"

You smile. "I'm okay. Tonight was about you."

Javi looks at you for a moment before rolling his eyes and kissing you.

You feel him reach down and grab your cock, making you gasp into his mouth. You roll off him onto your side next to him, and he strokes your dick languidly. You relish the touch and lean into it, letting yourself slowly build to that pleasure point, taking a few minutes to preen underneath the attention Javi is giving you. He kisses your neck, your Adam's apple, your collar, and down to your chest, slowly, deliberately.

After a few minutes, you cum in his hand with a gasp, and a stuttering moan. Javi kisses you through your orgasm, and you lay on your back.

"Thanks," you say with a small smile and Javi smiles back, kissing your shoulder.

He gets up and slowly walks into the adjoining bathroom, getting a wet towel and cleaning both himself and you up, as well as wiping down where your cum hit the bed instead of his chest.

He climbs back into bed and pulls you to his chest.

"Where are you from?" he asks.

You tense at that for a moment before looking up and relaxing. "California. My mother raised me on her own. She died, twelve years ago, and I got a job with the government not long after. They sent me here. To Colombia. And I've been here ever since."

Javi nods and kisses your forehead.

You fall asleep to memories of your mother.

"He admires as a lover, not as a connoisseur. To satisfy me, those characters must be united. I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter into all my feelings: the same books, the same music must charm us both." ~Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

You sigh as you put your book down, having almost finished it a while ago. You kept reading the last page over and over because of a persistent headache that wouldn't go away, making it almost impossible to focus. So, you just gave up, putting your old, work copy of Sense and Sensibility on the desk your feet are not currently on.

You lean your elbows into the wood and put your head in your hands, groaning softly at the pain. You look up at the clock and praise God that you only had five minutes left on your shift.

"[Y/N]?"

You look up suddenly and see Javi standing in front of you, a stack of papers in his hands, looking down at you, concerned.

"Javi!" you exclaim, sitting up more in your chair, bit you wince since it causes more pain to shoot up to your temples. "What can I do for you?"

"Are you okay?" Javi asks and you nod slowly.

"Yeah. I just have a headache. I get off in five so I'm gonna go home and sleep it off," you say and Javi nods.

"Alright. Let me take you home then. I can drive you," he says and your eyes widen.

"N-no!" You shout, before quickly saying, "I-I mean… you don't have to. I know it's out of your way-"

"[Y/N]," Javi says, leaning in. "I want to."

"But-"

Javi shakes his head. "I get off in five as well. I'll drive you home."

With your eyes still wide, Javi takes his stack of papers that was probably meant for you to file and leaves the archives.

You feel yourself shaking, but tell yourself over and over in your mind, ‘It's okay. It's gonna be okay. As long as he doesn't come in.’

You sigh when your five minutes are up and you clock out.

You leave as fast as you can, hoping to get outside before Javi and slip away, but the man in question is already sitting outside on the hood of his car, jacket in hand, waiting for you. You freeze when you see him but he just smiles and gets into his car.

You stiffly walk over and get in as well, sitting up straight in the passenger seat as Javi starts the car. The ride is long, silent, and awkward, and you almost sigh out of relief when your apartment block comes into view.

"Well, thank you for the ride, but I should really get inside," you say quickly, opening your door and hopping out. You rush to your front door and take out your keys, but stop when you hear another car door shut and footsteps come up behind you.

"[Y/N]!" Javi calls and you wince, missing the lock with your key and scratching the pained wooden front door. "What's wrong? Why are you running away!"

You say, your back still to him, "I'm not running away…" but even you can hear you're not telling the truth.

"[Y/N]…" Javi says, but you just open your door, and quickly jump in, closing it as much as you can.

"Thanks for the ride, but I should really get to sleep now-"

Javi puts a hand on the door and pulls his open a little more, saying, "[Y/N], please, talk to me…"

His voice trails off hoFwever when he looks over your shoulder.

His eyes widen and you deflate, your shoulders dropping and your eyes squeezing shut, like you have no control over your body right now.

Javier turns to look at you, and says, slowly, "You're a communist?"

"Sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in." ~Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.

#Javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x male reader #javier pena x you #steve murphy #narcos #netflix narcos #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #my work #my writing

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agentrouka-blog · 4 years ago

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A Song of Sense and Sensibility

Oh, GRRM, you big old romantic.

A book about two extremey different sisters who overcome their differences in the face of heartbreak and sexism, and eventually both find happiness? A dramatic confrontation between the sisters that ends with the affirmation of mutual loyalty? A wild romantic turning pragmatic after being woefully disappointed? A dutiful, honor-bound soul finding emotional fulfillment? An overlooked suitor who will save the romantically-inclined maiden? A “foolishly shy” suitor promised elsewhere who will eventually be free to declare his love to the resigned, pragmatic one, resulting in happiness and wedding bells?

“Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?”

(…)

“What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.”

(Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility)

Anyone reminded of...

"The heart is all that matters. Do not despair, Lord Snow. Despair is a weapon of the enemy, whose name may not be spoken. Your sister is not lost to you."

"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?

(ADWD, Jon VI)

Oh Jon, your poor broken heart. Oh Arya and Sansa, stronger together.

TWOW is going to be a-ma-zing….

#asoiaf #jane austen #sense and sensibility #sansa stark #jon snow #melisandre #arya stark #jonsa #sisters

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nenya85 · 7 years ago

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Top Ten Fictional Ladies

I was tagged by @ariasune – Thank you! I’m sorry it took me so long to reply!

I wasn’t sure how to answer, but I decided to give a quote by or about each character that sums up who they are or why I love them. I also had a hard time thinking of what order to put them in, then realized the characters were all at different stages of their lives so I put them in age order. (Well, Sophie of Howl’s Moving Castle could have gone either towards the beginning, but given the quote, I put her at the end.)

Hermione Granger, Harry Potter series, J.K. Rowling

“Honestly, am I the only person who’s ever bothered to read Hogwarts, A History?”

Meg Murry, A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle

Meg, I give you your faults." "My faults!" Meg cried. "Your faults." "But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!" "Yes," Mrs. Whatsit said. "However, I think you'll find they'll come in very handy.”

Catherine Norwood, Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen

Had she been older or vainer, such attacks might have done little; but, where youth and diffidence are united, it requires uncommon steadiness of reason to resist the attraction of being called the most charming girl in the world, and of being so very early engaged as a partner.

Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

"His pride," said Miss Lucas, "does not offend me so much as pride often does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a young man, with family, fortune, everything in his favour, should think highly of himself. If I may so express it, he has a right to be proud." "That is very true," replied Elizabeth, "and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine."

Elinor Dashwood, Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

“Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?”

Amanda Jones, The Tightrope Walker, Dorothy Gillman

“Sometimes I think we’re all tightrope walkers suspended on a wire 2,000 feet in the air, and so long as we never look down, we’re okay, but some of us lose momentum and look down for a second and are never quite the same again: we know.”

Éowyn, Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien

“Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye." A sword rang as it was drawn. "Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may." "Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!" Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. "But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn, I am, Éomund’s daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.”

Riza Hawkeye, Full Metal Alchemist/Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood, Hiromu Arakawa

“You’re useless in the rain, sir.”

Molly Grue, The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle

“And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where were you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?" With a flap of her hand she summed herself up: barren face, desert eyes, and yellowing heart. "I wish you had never come. Why did you come now?" The tears began to slide down the sides of her nose.

Sophie, Howl’s Moving Castle, Book: Diana Wynne Jones, Movie: Hayao Miyazaki

“When you're old, all you want to do is stare at the scenery. It's so strange. I've never felt so peaceful before.”

And a Depression era screwball comedy addition, because how could I resist?

Clarissa Saunders, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Director Frank Capra

“Look, when I came here, my eyes were big blue question marks. Now, they're big green dollar marks.”

I didn’t tag anyone because I know December is such a busy month – but please answer if you have time and want to! It’s a lot of fun!

#thank you for tagging me #fictional women #favorite characters

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