#and you WISH you were this goated!

[k-wame]

BARRY KEOGHAN ↳ But yeah, he's…Nah. He's just, he's a gorgeous person, honestly. ↳ 'SALTBURN' Press | Digital Spy · Dec. 2023

[szkicel]

btw guess who got into Arcana for the very first time, in the year of 2024

[ross1fum1]

The problem of riders as big as Marc and Vale is that a part of their fans completely lost their mind. Straight up brain dead people. The difference is that most Vale's diehard fans don't hide the fact that they are awful people and they get criticized for it (as they should). But Marc’s diehard fans… Some of the most hypocritical people ever. How can you base your existence on complaining about how Valentino fans treated Marc and then do the exact same thing to the first person who doesn't spend their days bouncing on Marc's dick like you do. I don't give a shit about who you are fan of. If you don’t have critical thinking skills you are automatically a disgrace for the sport.

[shaelzero]

*seen the movie, half asleep now*

.. echm..

I think they have the movie title wrong..

..it should have been Dreams.

Like, you know, the ones we see taken from people by Magnifico.. and let me explain why I think this concept make more sense, for what info they had given to us.

Exhibit a, the realistic ‘wish’.

You don’t WISH to inspire people. You know you can do it, but you also know, for people to listen to you, you’ll need to put your mind, heart and effort in the task. And even then, there are some who wouldn’t care. But you have to, because it’s you drive, it’s what you want, it’s what will make you feel whole. Your DREAM.

You don’t WISH to be the better artist/dress maker/baker, you work on your craft to get better and get results. In time, with effort and sacrifice, that will be worth your while when you finally grasp your DREAM.

If you decide to give away the will to do these things by yourself (things you CAN actually archieve as a normal human being) because you come to know there COULD be a easier way (by magically means) that effortlessly grant you the final prize..

..is not a WISH, is opportunistic laziness.

And maybe, (just maybe) you don’t really deserve to have that DREAM, since is not that precious to you that you feel the need to protect and fight for it, but instead you so easily decide to put it in someone else’s hands, (quite literally) given the chance, making THEM do the work.

Those are the realistic dreams, but there is another category: the unobtainable fantasy’s .

Exhibit b: to fly, you don’t WISH to fly.

We know, people give the ‘wish’ at 18 years of age, meaning you have awareness of being a human, with no magic, or anatomy feats for that to ever become a reality ( not has we see in the bubble anyway), no matter the effort you can put in it. As an adult you still could DREAM of flying.

A kid could wish to fly, because they are not yet grounded in reality so they could believe it could really happen if they have faith and be good enough.

Maybe a fairy, or a mage could grant that wish.. (but then there’s a fly on the wall and suddenly wish they could be a cat to catch it but it’s approaching bed time so now the wish changes again, now they could be a dragon to avoid bedtime.. and so on..)

I totally understand the need to put a minimum age limit.. it would have been a fucking nightmare.

But, to get to the point I’m making here:

most kids, don’t have yet the concept of what is potentially possible obtaining through effort and what is physically unarchievable, so they could WISH for literally anything.

But ALL the ‘wish’ given to Magnifico are from ADULTS.

And if we listen well, the movie tell us that he doesn’t takes just ‘the wish’ but that he takes a metaphisycal part too, from the people heart and then make the people forget about it..

The BETTER part of them allegedly, leaving them ‘sad and boring’…

(well just the protagonist’s friend, because NONE of any other citizen of Rosas EVER seems different from a normal person. In the first fucking song we see a rather happy living population lazing around town, dancing for the newly arrived tourists.. but I’m digressranting ).

My point is: even if you forget A wish, as important as it may have been to you, by forgetting it you become a clean slate.. and, as STUPIDLY pointed out IN THE MOVIE, during the ‘cringy q&a to make a distraction’ a peasant ask something on the line of ‘What if I develop another wish? Or I change my wish?”

If he took only A wish, these would be possibly things that could happen, to living thinking human, in years.

But, if you switch to what I’m suggesting , it suddenly clicks: no one in the entire movie use the word or concept of dream/dreams.( non that I can recall.. or in a meaningful way, but I could be wrong..).

I think that’s because..

.. people FORGOT they exist.

Because they can’t DREAM anymore.

Because the best part of they’r heart, the part that allows to conceive and create new dreams, was given willingly away.

And as Disney love, especially in this movie, the self references and to pay homage :

“ A WISH is a DREAM your heart makes..”

..Sound familiar to anyone?..

*drop to sleep*

[tetedurfarm]

beetle bug is doing better today; yes he squeaks instead of bleats now but he is eating more (enough to make cud at least) and much less sad. which is great! i haven't had to do any more fencing either.

unfortunately i go out to do chores and find maple missing his weird crooked horn and bleeding everywhere. despite this he seemed to not really mind and stuck his head immediately in the hay rack for alfalfa once it was delivered. caught him and put blood stop and blukote on his little stump and it was a real rodeo, and i'm just hoping that i won't need to call in the vet to come cauterise it or whatever.

like damn dude i know i constantly complain that i never wanted to deal with horns but this is not how i really wanted to solve that problem

[plagued-by-visions]

it’s amazing how fast you can loose everything

[loz-kincare]

Care Package for BotW/Totk Link who misses TP Link, their brother!

Wolf Link Keychain ($12.00) || Ordon Goat Sticker ($2.50) || Wolf Link Pin ($3.00) || Master Sword Mini ($16.47) || TP Link Portrait ($10.00) || TotK Link Pin ($20.99)

[micechicken]

"Who are you?"

[stinkrascal]

pros of trying a new restaurant: the lady working the front counter said i was really pretty :)

cons of trying a new restaurant: i got food poisoning from it

[megasceptile001]

…and a very late happy birthday to three cheers

[mockiatoh]

My biggest frustration with the left has always been the inability/unwillingness to work on making progress inside of the system while advocating for greater change.

I remember the first time I came to this realization.

I was nineteen, pregnant. We couldn’t afford to heat the house because we couldn’t afford the deposit to turn the gas on. It was miserably cold. The duplex we were renting was old and rickety and drafty. The window frames were messed up and there were cracks you could stick your finger through that were open to the elements.

Just, like, to give you an idea where we were financially. And this was better than we’d been doing before!

Anyway, I had recently started going to DSA meetings. And that month, they were talking about how a moderate democrat had successfully gotten a small increase in WIC benefits monthly. It came out to, like, $10 a month.

The members talking—mostly male, almost all doing decent—were scornful. The democrat should have pushed harder and gotten more, refused to accept anything until everyone else caved to their demands. I remember sitting there, quietly drinking the latte in the smallest size they had that I had bought with scrounged quarters, listening. Wishing it wasn’t held in an indie coffee shop because it was a luxury I really couldn’t afford, but it would be rude not to. Enjoying the coffee anyway.

I was one of the lucky ones who was getting that additional $10 a month through WIC. Even more exciting, we were now getting a voucher for the farmers’ market. I casually mentioned that WIC recipients would now be getting farmers’ market vouchers, too.

The guy who organized the meetings was a hard worker, passionate guy. Did something in tech.

He was like, “That’s the thing! These people don’t want farmers market vouchers. They want—” and he went on to describe a bunch of pie in the sky desires. That, yeah, sounded good.

But one. I was one of those people! A lot if the tamiles were super excited about it, myself included.

I had never been to a farmers’ market before. I tried arugula for the first time, a piece pulled from a bunch by the grower as he explained the flavor difference. I hadn’t known before then that different lettuce greens had different flavors, that it was more than just the texture and shape. I tried pesto, which delighted me. Goat cheese. I got three full pounds of strawberries for two dollars, since they were closing soon and the old man selling the berries got a kick out of me.

Anyway. It was like, you have a decent life. Not great but decent! The things that are life changing for me, for us… you already have.

The ten dollars at the grocery store made the difference between a meal of broken-noodles-with-some-half-horrible-pantry-scraps and a meal. It kept me full and healthy! And the additional farmers’ market voucher was world changing for me.

The democrat who worked for those things barely got them through. And it was means tested to hell and back. They weren’t able to get everything they wanted. But what they got made such a huge difference for me, for people like me.

[skid-the-mighty-poet]

[erstwhile-elster]

reheated thai curry breakfast...

[theaologies]

Currently feeling older than god right now

[norrisainz33]

Bittersweet || LN4

☆ summary: you, lando’s long time partner, attend the 2024 hungarian gp and have some strong feelings afterwards

☆ pairing: lando norris x reader

☆ fc: none

☆ warnings: slightly suggestive - you control the content you consume.

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yourusername: lando, i am so unbelievably proud of you and the man that you are. you consistently give it your all and give this team everything even when they don’t deserve it. you are an unstoppable force - i love you

oscar, congratulations on your first of so many race wins. you’re going to be champion one day, i know it

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☆ a/n: today was bittersweet so i decided to write about it. don’t get it twisted tho i am so happy for oscar!!

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[entitled-fangirl]

The middle of war.

Aemond Targaryen x Valyeron!reader

Summary: the reader was taken right under Aemond's nose. He's determined to get her back, no matter the consequences.

part 2

Masterlist

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Aemond was calm and calculated. 

Stern and Proud. 

But it all crashed violently when he returned from a dragon ride to see her gone. 

His wife. Gone. 

He growled at the guards to search the castle. 

She had to still be here. 

…

Y/n sat on the back of a horse with a hood over her head. She had her mother's silver hair, and the Strong curls that could be easily spotted from miles away, "He will have your head for this!" She said worriedly. 

"That is if he catches us before I get you back home," Jace said with a grin. 

"Jace, this is supposed to be my home," she reasoned. 

"But it's not. Your home is with us. With mother."

She leaned against his back, "She's going to be angry that you risked so much to get me."

"We will deal with it as it comes," he shrugged.

"And if Vhagar appears on Dragonstone's doorstep for me?"

When he doesn't answer, she continues, "Despite what you think, brother, I do love Aemond."

Jace stared straight ahead with a set jaw, "After all he's done?"

"Mother loves Daemon, does she not? He is hardly redeemable."

"Aemond killed Luke!"

"And Daemon had a child killed for it, Jace!" 

Silence swallowed the two as the horse rode on.

"But does he love you back?" Jace finally asked softly.

"I suppose we shall see, won't we?"

…

Aemond stormed into the throne room, "Brother!"

Aegon looked up from his friends with upshot eyebrows, "Aemond! Come join us for a drink!"

"Where is Cole?" Aemond asked coldly.

"I… I dunno, brother." Aegon shrugged. "Something the matter?"

He let out an angered chuckle, "'Something the matter?!' You sit here and drink while my wife is taken from her chambers."

Aegon's brow furrowed, "Taken? She's gone?"

Aemond couldn't sit by with idle chatter while she stayed missing. He turned on his heel and walked from the room. 

…

Jace had gotten them safely to Vermax, who had stayed miles away to avoid suspicion. Once the two mounted the dragon, the rest of the travel was easy. 

And they soon arrived at Dragonstone. 

Rheanyra's jaw almost dropped completely at the sight of her only daughter walking through the door. 

The entire council completely paused. 

"Mother," Jace smiled. "I have brought her back home."

Y/n braced for a scream. Yells from her mother. A stern talk. Something. 

She didn't expect a relieved hug. 

"Oh, my dear," Rheanyra almost sobbed into her hair. "I've been so worried."

Almost as quickly as the cooing had began, it had stopped. The queen slapped Jace on the shoulder, "What were you thinking?!"

"I've brought my sister- your daughter- home… and you're upset?" He asked confused. 

Her eyes narrowed, "Do you not think that Aemond will not wish to slay us all for this? It is an act of war!"

"Not if she came willingly," Jace shrugged. 

Daemon let out a breathy laugh, "That's not how Targaryens see things."

The entire council turned to Y/n, who could only stare. 

…

Word had quickly spread of the Princess's disappearance, and the truth had shown itself just as easily. 

A guard announced that he had seen a dragon fly off only a few miles from the castle.

Vermax. 

Aemond threw his chalice at the wall, not caring for the wine that spilled from it.

The entirety of Aegon's council jumped at the sudden display of the otherwise collected man. 

"We shall send a raven," Alicent reasoned. "They will return her."

"Or what?" Aegon asked. "What punishment do we possibly have to threaten?"

"I will retrieve her myself," Aemond growled. "I will not have her bartered for as if she is a prized goat." 

"And what if that's what they are expecting?" Alicent said. "They either attack you there and kill our greatest dragon, or they are planning to ambush us here while you are away."

"I will not merely sit around. My wife was taken from her bed!" He roared.

"And we will get her back," Alicent rebutted. "Just give us time to gain a strategy."

"Strategy?" Aemond asked with a calming grin. "I care not for it this time. Let them take all of King's Landing for all I care-"

"Please, my prince." Cole finally chipped in. "We must act carefully."

"Do not speak to me as if you did not abandon your post the day she was taken!" Aemond stood. He began to walk around the table with a calm facade, "Tell me why you would dare abandon your post, Sir Cole." He leaned down behind him, "What were you doing rather than guarding the people you are sworn to?"

"Aemond, enough," Alicent warned. "I'm just getting started," Aemond sneered. 

Aegon sighed and leaned back in his chair, chugging the wine in his cup.

…

"Mother, you know they did not talk to strategy with me. And even if they did," Y/n shrugged. "I do not wish to be in any of this war."

"You are in the middle of it now," Rheanyra said.

She looked to Jace and cocked her head, "That is not from any fault of mine."

Jace held his hands up, "You are my sister and you belong here."

"Do not force her to pick a side, Jace." Their mother reprimanded. "She is a Targaryen by blood and a Targaryen by marriage. Do not make her choose one now."

"And if Aemond comes looking for her?" Jace asked. 

Rheanyra looked between her children, "Then you will go back peacefully."

Jace's eyes widened, "You will not just let her be taken?!"

"It is not taken if she goes willingly!" Rheanyra sneered at him. "Is that not what you said only days ago?"

…

Aemond laid for the tenth night on the bed that she had once slept next to him in. 

He stared at the ceiling.

It felt cold. 

He let out a sigh before grunting and getting up in an angered huff. 

The sun would be up in only a few hours. 

Perhaps they wouldn't notice him until he's gone. 

…

Y/n couldn't sleep that night. 

She had woken up hours before the sun, getting dressed, eating an early breakfast and spent her time reading by candlelight in her bay window. 

The sun had began to rise and she welcomed the feeling of its rays on her through the window.

But it flickered for just a moment before she heard cries from the guards. 

"DRAGON!"

Her head shot up to look out of the window. 

Vhagar. 

She quickly got up, tying her shoes as quickly as she could and ran down the corridor, despite the yells from the guards at her door. 

They had all been caught off guard by the hour of Vhagar's appearance, and no one had proper defense against her. 

But strangely enough, Aemond had landed her not far from the doors to Dragonstone. He stood on top of her saddle patiently for Rheanyra to appear.

But when it was his wife running to him, he felt his heart jolt. 

He slid down Vhagar as quickly as possible and held out his arms for her. 

He grunted from the impact of her body against his, but it was far from unwelcome. 

One of his hands found purchase around her waist tightly and the other cradled the back of her head as she tucked her face against his neck. 

Only then did Rheanyra appear. 

She stood on top of one of the walls, overlooking the two. 

Aemond's hands did not move, but his head rose proudly, as if challenging her to defy him now. His voice was soft so only his wife could hear, "Mount Vhagar."

She pulled away and wiped her cheeks, "W.. What?"

"Mount Vhagar now," he commanded as he continued his glare.

Y/n quickly moved to the beast. Since Aemond had introduced her to Vhagar, the dragon had found a love for her. Aemond worried that sometimes his own dragon cared for his wife more than him. 

 But at this moment, he hoped that she truly did. 

Next to Rheanyra now stood Daemon with a bow and arrow in hand, the arrow notched and the string pulled back. It was aimed directly at him. 

Aemond felt a chuckle bubble from his throat. A single arrow against a dragon?

"Take her back, Aemond!" Rheanyra commanded loudly from the wall.

Aemond tilted his head with a light hum in thought. It was too easy. 

That's when Daemon moved his bow and aimed directly at Y/n atop Vhagar. 

"What are you doing?" Rheanyra muttered to Daemon. 

"Whatever I have to." He muttered back. 

Aemond felt a fire light behind his eyes. He studied mathematics quite a bit. If he were to call Vhagar to light the castle, would Daemon have time to release the arrow?

He feared that he did. 

But the girl's own mother wouldn't allow this to happen, would she? 

Aemond was beginning to think that she would. 

"Aemond, please." Y/n called from the saddle. 

"I do not retreat so easily, my love."

"It is not a retreat if you have what you've set out for!" She called back. 

He hummed as he thought over it before nodded and moving back to the dragon. 

He began to climb Vhagar. 

"You're lucky that worked," Rheanrya sighed. 

"I'm not done yet," Daemon smiled. 

"What do you mean?"

The man smiled, "You'll see."

Aemond now mounted Vhagar, set behind his wife as he had done so many times before. He tightened her ties to the dragon before tying his own around his legs.

He leaned forward to her ear, but never took his eyes off of the two atop the wall, "Are you alright?"

She nodded, "I'm fine."

He relaxed just barely at that. "Alright. Hold on now." He grabbed the ropes in a firm grip before shouting, "Sōvēs! (Fly!)"

Vhagar began to move, unfolding her wings and pushing from the ground. 

Y/n let out a surprised laugh, as she does every time, but Aemond is far from gleeful. 

Daemon had yet to drop his bow. 

Perhaps this war would be over if he just commended dragon fire on all of them now. 

But Vhagar made quick work of getting in the air, and only then did the Prince begin to relax. 

He made the dragon circle Dragonstone once with a smirk.

But Daemon's smirk grew. 

Rheanyra noticed. "What are you doing? Daemon don't-"

The arrow shot from the bow. 

Aemond noticed it at the last second, pulling at the ropes in an attempt to block it with the tough hide of the dragon.

When he didn't see it whiz past their heads, he let out a sigh. 

Y/n let out a gut wrenching scream. 

Aemond leaned forward immediately, looking over her shoulder to see the arrow that had lodged itself into her stomach. 

He let out a scream of his own, feeling his entire body flood with grief. 

He looked down as they passed Daemon, who held the proudest smirk he'd ever seen a human wear. 

But Rheanyra's hand was held over her mouth in horror. 

Aemond's eye flickered with a lit fire as he began to pull the ropes for Vhagar to circle again to kill them all. 

Y/n's hand moved up. It shook violently as she tried to will herself to touch the arrow in her. 

Aemond grunted at her, "Don't touch it."

She let out a whine in pain and frustration as her body leaned back against his.

He doesn't have time to release dragon fire on them all now. 

"Naejot! (Forward!)" He yelled at the dragon, who pushed forward past Dragonstone.

Every second had become precious. 

Aemond shouted at Vhagar every few moments in urgency, and only then was he so relieved that he had one of the largest dragons in the world for her quick travels. 

The woman's cheeks paled and her forehead had developed a thick layer of sweat.

Aemond was beyond panic. 

They landed a few hours later at King's Landing and he began shouting commands at guards as he untied her from the dragon.

…

Aemond made no move to leave her side. 

Still covered in sweat and grime and his riding gear, he stood in their chambers silently and watched as the maesters worked to ease her wounds.

Alicent stood not far behind from him, "Will she make it-"

"-GET OUT!" Aemond's voice cracked from the volume. He had practically lost it long before from commanding Vhagar so harshly. 

Alicent flinched, "A… Aemond, I-"

He turned around to her, "I said get out."

The queen regent moved to say more, but knew better, and nodded, leaving the room.

…

Two hours later, the maester finally spoke to the Prince, "We believe she will make it. There is no fever in the wound. If she survives the night, she will make a full recovery."

Aemond hums, "and what may I do to ensure that she does?"

The maester thought for a moment, "Maintain her temperature. Do not anger the wound. And when she wakes, do not let her move or get carried away in extreme emotions."

The prince hummed again, "Thank you."

The maester nodded, "Of course, my prince."

They all soon took their leave, leaving only the prince and the unconscious princess.

…

The night was torturous for the prince. 

He would never will himself to sleep. He worried that each breath could be her last. 

Deep into the night, she finally stirred. "Ae… Aemond?" She asked groggily.

He managed a smile and sat next to her on the bed, "Hello, my love."

She looked around before pushing herself up.

His hand quickly moved to her shoulder and pushed her down, "Woah, woah, woah. You must remain down."

She let herself fall back down on the bed, "It hurts."

"I know it does," he cooed. His fingers brushed the hair from her forehead. 

"I'm sorry I left."

"I'm sorry you were able to."

The two stared at one another for a while before Aemond stood. He opened the door and spoke to the guard, "Have a raven sent to Rheanyra. Tell her the princess will live."

He quickly returned to her side, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. "I've never been scared before, my love."

"Me too" she hummed. "What if that arrow had hit you?"

He leaned back with a confused look. Of all things, she was worried for him? 

"You disappear from our chambers with no trace and then when I do find you, you have an arrow shot in you, and yet you believe I am worried that I may have been the one injured?"

She hummed again, "You should apologize to Vhagar. You shouted at her so harshly."

Aemond couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping him, "You worry for my dragon as well?"

"I cannot help it." She mused.

"If I apologize to Vhagar, will you promise me not to leave again?"

She considers his words, then nods.

He smiles and pulled her hand up, kissing the back of it, "Thank you."

Perhaps the two wouldn't choose sides to the war at all. It only ends in destruction and dragon fire for all who dare. 

And as long as the two had one another, they didn't believe that to be too bad.

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part 2