#childbride

[cultvault]

Ep. 237 Sufism & Child Brides with @tamaramcphd. Tamara is a fierce advocate for the freedom of women and girls, dedicating her work to aiding the most vulnerable. After personally experiencing the coercive nature of sexual predators at a young age & becoming a child bride, Tamara now writes about and speaks out against the abuses she suffered. To honour Tamara and her work, here are 5 types of #humantrafficking that we can learn about, to recognise the signs and understand how these worlds work. Our conversation is available on all podcast platforms, with Tamara’s work available at tamaramc.com #cult #cults #cultleader #childbride #childrencannotconsent #consentawareness #whatisconsent #defineconsent #cultpodcast #sufism #coercivecontrol #coercionisnotconsent #coercion #humantrafficking #humantraffickingawareness #endhumantrafficking #endhumantrafficking❌ #humantraffickingawarenessmonth #humantraffickingawarenessday #humantraffic #humantraffickingprevention #truecrime #truecrimepodcast #truecrimecommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5dkO_IzQ1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[saramackenzie1982]

It's #FindOutFriday again! How did you fare on the topics of child marriage, escaping, King George IV of England and David Ricco? Answers are here: https://www.saraelliemackenzie.com/post/findoutfriday-answers-5 #TriviaAnswers #FiveIsWayTooMany #BasedOnFacts #TruthIsStrangerThanFiction #MarriedTooYoung #ChildBride #MarriedToAnOlderMan #ScalingWalls #BerlinWall #DontLiveLikeARefugee #Hanovarian #GermanLine #GreatBritain #MaryQueenOfScots #ScottishHistory #Italian #HistoricalDrama #HistoryInFiction https://www.instagram.com/p/CpDHj2qLnzY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[blueiight]

“Louis de Pointe du Lac” vs. “I am the vampire Louis du Lac”. The jumbled up recollection Crispin gives the tourists of 1132 Rue Royale thats emblematic of the tale Lestat spun at the ball in season 1, the classic Southern gothic invoked when discussing “the [unnamed] local Creole hustler and his child bride running a Voodoo court in the back-yard”, vs Louis meeting with Lestat to grieve Claudia he saved from a burning house only for her to be executed by fire 40 years after the fact. “I am the vampire Louis du Lac”. Now geneaologically unmoored from plantation Pointe du Lac, allowed to live past the JCS that would’ve killed him as a mortal, “I didn’t know it was a gift.” he embraces a modern sort of predation in Dubai. “I own the night.” “I may learn to live honestly.”

[foursaints]

TARYN DUARTE MENTION ON SAINTS FOURSAINTS TUMBLR BLOG WE WIN WE WIN

yes i feel somewhat normal about her

[fordtramarina]

do U guys fuck with stancest agegap perchance

[alicentflorent]

Not trying to be rude but when was Alicent raped?

The actual rape scene was in 1x04 a maid comes tell Alicent that viserys has requested that she come to his chambers (for sex) Alicent hesitates and remarks the hour is late, she is picking her nails and looks uncomfortable, making no effort to move and the maid looks at her expectantly before Alicent gives in and goes to viserys’ rooms.

Then we get the actual scene of viserys on top of Alicent (played by a 17 year old in this scene) as she lays there with a disturbed disociated look on her face. Clearly not an active participant here. It was also interested taking place alongside Rhaenyra having sex for the first time with s chosen partner. Comparing Rhaenyras agency over her own body and Alicent’s lack of agency over hers. Rhaenyra also has the option of taking moontea while Alicent (likely) got pregnant with Aemond after just having two babies back to back.

Plus we know that she did not want to marry viserys and she was uncomfortable at Ottos suggestion of seducing him. She was 14/15 when they marry. Even without the scene to show us we can assume she was a victim of marital rape based on the coercion by Otto and lack of sexual/romantic interest in Viserys.

Trigger warning here is an image of the actual rape scene:

Outside of her relationship with viserys she was also sexually extorted by Larys so the foot scene was also a clear example of SA.

[rhaenyradelights]

when you say rhaenyra is not daemon’s childwife, what do you mean?

this has been ennumerated exhaustingly by people much better with words that i, but they very very very specifically do not get married until rhaenyra is a grown woman, and that is both a result of daemon's aborted attempts at "saving her" from him, and a source of real deep pain for rhaenyra. it is so incredibly important to the crux of their dynamic that rhaenyra's childhood was marked by the euphoria of being around daemon and then long (frequent) periods of being separated from him. that's where the whole vision at harrenhal comes in....

he sweeps in and then he leaves the wreckage behind. and though a very large part of this is because of viserys, and daemon's continual banishments as punishment, it still harms her irrevocably. and even as he takes her to the brothel, he stops, and he does try to save her. it was never going to work, but it's like. very important that he tries. and not only does he try, but he leaves for a decade. and he is entirely ready to leave her again and go back to pentos with the dragon twins, before she stops him. and she, as an adult, proposes a marriage that is both politically advantageous but also an attempt to stop the constant wounding from abandonment that she carries with her. they get married in the style of old valyria, with a blood bond (are they not already bonded by blood), so that he can never leave her again in any way that matters.

but at this point. she's an adult. he's left her alone for ten years, and her childhood before then was a tapestry of dashed hopes. in all the spaces he left behind grew her fears of inadequacy, her fears of abandonment, her fierce attempts at Becoming Him when he wasn't there to be himself, an independent life carved out of a very particular cage of expectation but still, in rhaenyra's own word's, droll tragedy.

and so now when they fight, they are bringing a specific set of hurts and resentments and histories - tied to viserys of course, but also a result of the rope-burn from the stretched cord between them, and the tension between rhaenyra's current role as his queen that he must prostrate himself for, and his wife/niece, who remains, as always, the most beloved person in his life.... and rhaenyra's knowledge that even as he has married her, crowned her, and serves her, she can never truly stop him from getting on caraxes and acting of his own free will, and leaving her. he is the sword, he wants to be beholden to her and serve her, but she is not his childbride, and she never was, and that's a source of profound regret and also the site of some of their deepest pain.

[alicentsaegon]

Listen, listen. The Catholicism has to have come from SOMEONE for the next generation Targaryens to explain why Baelor and Naerys specifically were like that. Aegon III is too depressed to be an involved father + he died young, Vizzy T was a child having children, Larra is ABSENT. This leaves Jaehaera only.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

So tired of this biased green propaganda maesters lied nonsense. GRRM wrote Fire & Blood and if he wanted the dance to happen any other fucking way he would've written that it happened that way. There are obvious "probably not true" anecdotes within this book but that's not an excuse for condom and hiss to do whatever the fuck they want and write utter nonsense fanfic because whatever is in Fire & Blood is in the book the way it is because that's how the author wrote it. There are liberties one can take and things that can be expanded because Fire & Blood allows it but its not an excuse to bastardise every fucking character and outright erase others from existence like Nettles because you wanna write your own brainless rha*nyra fanfic. Condal, Hess, you can't fucking hide behind your "pRoPaGanDa" excuse forever. Your show is an unfaithful and shitty adaptation and you don't even have narrative consistency within the boundaries of the asinine million dollar fanfic you have produced.

[cuntstable]

they make me so sad im actually gonna kill myself

[aurabora]

so viserys is a neglectful father that never showed any interest in aegon, but is also simultaneously the only reason for aegon being a rapist and drunkard? not yknow…the primary parent (alicent) raising aegon, which in it of itself is false seeing as there’d be a legion of nursemaids and servants that’d tend to the royal children. queens didn’t do that kind of thing despite condal trying to portray alicent as some poor girl pulling all nighters with a job and kids.

alicent, who enabled her son and had routines her place to silence aegon’s victims instead of yknow…punishing or curbing aegon’s ways, is not held responsible?? its only viserys’ fault? not the one raising and instilling such values into aegon??

[saramackenzie1982]

Sometimes, the best laid plans to array. For the character of Miranda, though, it's most annoying. She's usually trapped by social convention and the law. It made her feel like a child! Get yourself wrapped up in the isolation. Once you've been out, you don't want to go back inside. A step forward cannot go back... #WomensRights #WomensRightsAreHumanRights #PatriarchalSociety #WomensEmpowerment #NoLongerActive #NotOverYet #StepForward #LesbianCouple #LBGTQ #LBGTQYouth #HistoricalDrama #HistoricalFiction #HumanRights #HumanRightsForAll #ChildBride #YoungMother #LargeFamily #BirthControl #BirthControlMethods #GrabYourCoffee #CoffeeCurrentlyReading #NotQuiteWarmEnoughYet #IndoorReading #WinterReading #IndieAuthor https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAyatiPUz-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[octavianacidicbreastmilk]

He laughed. “Pardon. I had assumed you would wish to avoid such distractions, so soon after your marriage.” “Hardly,” I said. “Matters of state must take precedence.” “Is that so,” he murmured. He had a low voice, and when it went quiet, it approached a growl.

I'm sorry this is so funny. oh why are you as a man concerned with matters of state? is it so you can touch another man's nation you fag?

[overbearingstruggles]

I dunno what I expected from their house but I’m glad I guessed right. It really screams boring ass sad beige rich white southern people. 😐

I like the house 🤷‍♀️

[lastmanstandin]

Love Me Like You Do 💖 Karolina Protsenko Violin Cover ft. Barvina #short...

[bumblesimagines]

Burning Love

Request: Yes or No

Summary: As the eldest son and heir to the Iron Throne, Prince (Y/N) Targaryen has many responsibilities; most of which his darling sister hopes to share with him one day.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Targcest/Incest (Full-blooded Brother-Sister), Aemma lives!! and Alicent is not a childbride, mentions of stillbirths and miscarriages (Aemma's pregnancies)

Collecting HOTD oneshots like pokemon cards at this point

~~~

It was known that Targaryens had... questionable traditions. Traditions those with outsider perspective could only force themself to understand.

There was the act of putting a dragon egg in the cradle of a babe and hoping the egg would hatch sometime soon after to ensure the babe was bonded to a loyal protector they'd grow up alongside of; a tradition started by Rhaena Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Aenys I and Queen Alyssa Velaryon. Targaryens were Dragonriders, bonded with the very beasts they used to conquer the lands and pull them all into one kingdom (with the exception of Dorne, of course). They cremated their dead, a custom from Old Valyria, often with the help of a dragon belonging to their closest kin. 

And of course, the most infamous and often looked down upon custom, wedding kin to kin. Another custom from Old Valyria that many followers of the Seven turned their cheek upon, for they found the act of wedding siblings to siblings and so forth (apart from cousin to cousin) a sin. Faithful followers could voice their complaints as much as they wished, but Targaryens were kings, queens, princes, and princesses. Nobody could or would stop them from keeping their bloodline pure if they so wished. 

Descending from a long, historic, and proud family, Rhaenyra grew up listening and learning the tales of those who'd come before her. Aegon the Conquer and his faithful sister-wives, Rhaenys and Visenya; the many rebellions and fighting brought on during the lives of King Aenys I and King Maegor the Cruel; The Old King Jaehaerys who'd chosen her father, Viserys, as heir over his own late heir's daughter, Rhaenys; and of course, the histories written during the early stages of her father's reign. 

Her beloved older brother had been two when King Jaehaerys named their father heir and three when their father ascended the throne whilst their beautiful mother, Aemma Arryn, carried her in the womb. The fourth person to ever hold little Rhaenyra in their arms had been her brother, closely supervised by their parents and the maester attending the birth, of course. With a healthy son and daughter, Viserys and Aemma hardly needed for more children, but they tried anyway. Their attempts never carried to term, however, and any little ones that did were either stillborn or died mere hours or days after birth. 

Still, Rhaenyra never needed for any more siblings. Her brother was enough, in her humble opinion. He cared for her diligently, especially during their younger years when he eagerly wished to play with her, even if it meant the two of them being gently scolded at the end of the day for dirting Rhaenyra's dresses with mud and dirt. (Y/N) treated her as his equal, even showing her how to use a wooden sword when he began his training and helping prepare her for dragon-riding on Syrax. His own mount hardly needed much training in the Dragonpit, for the mighty Vermithor's first rider had been the Old King.

As time passed, the siblings were forced apart more often than Rhaenyra enjoyed. She'd made up her mind long ago that she and (Y/N) would one day be wed, and she'd be his formidable sister-wife. Their parents merely chuckled about it when she'd first told them at the age of seven, her squeaky voice and flushed cheeks only drawing cooing from Aemma and sweet smiles from Viserys. The absence of her brother had been stark, his time taken up by training, studying, and spending time with the Small Council, but Alicent Hightower had quickly taken his spot as Rhaenyra's companion. 

However, in due time, (Y/N) became man-grown, and while Rhaenyra quickly followed with her flowering, as heir and prince, (Y/N) became the most eligible bachelor in all of Westeros. It took time for it to become apparent to Rhaenyra but her eyes and ears opened when she heard their parents speaking of it. Many families, highborn and lowborn, offered their daughters through letters or visits to Kings Landing. Lannisters, Baratheons, Starks, Brackens, Blackwoods, Tullys, and plenty more came forth. Even Otto Hightower made a passing comment about wedding Alicent to him. It was infuriating.

"In truth, I do not understand your irritation, Rhaenyra," Alicent spoke gently, her slender fingers working on embroidery. A flower she'd seen in the gardens, or something along those lines. Rhaenyra hadn't truly been paying attention to her dear friend. She'd been too focused on silently fuming at the sight of her brother showing one of the highborn ladies around the Red Keep. Every giggle, every blush, every bat of her eyelashes made Rhaenyra tick. "It's wonderful to watch one's brother fall in love."

"You wouldn't understand, Alicent." Rhaenyra sighed. "It is like the love King Jaeherys and the Good Queen Alysanne had."

Alicent faltered at her words, her head lifting to eye her friend with a small grimace. "You do remember our lessons, correct? King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne had to wed in secret, for they knew that not even their mother approved in fear of another uprising from the Faith. Nobody has made a fuss over your parents since they are cousins, but who knows what may happen if you wed (Y/N)."

"(Y/N) is everything King Jaehaerys was, Alicent. He is beloved by the Realm." Rhaenyra reminded her friend with a small smile, pushing herself off the cushioned seats and smoothing her hands over the front of her dress. Her earrings swung slightly when she tilted her head slightly to the side, the ends of them brushing against her shoulders. Her eyes tracked (Y/N) as he lifted the lady's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before departing. "He will be a good king, and if I could prove it, I would be a good queen. His queen." Her feet began moving automatically. 

"Rhaenyra," The name tumbled out of Alicent's mouth, her hands fumbling with the items in hand. "Where are you going?"

Bunching up the skirt of her dress in her hands, Rhaenyra grinned over her shoulder and chuckled at the concerned look on Alicent's features that only grew at the sight of her mischievous glint. "To speak with my brother!" 

With a goal in mind, Rhaenyra entered the castle and followed the distant figure of her brother as he cut down hallways with long strides until he reached his bedchambers. Rhaenyra took a moment to herself to catch her breath and rake her fingers through her long silver locks before she approached the doors and nodded for the guards to open them. She stepped inside, a smile appearing across her lips when (Y/N) turned to look at her. 

"My favorite sister," (Y/N) cooed, taking a seat at his desk and unrolling a letter. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes in return, clasping her hands together behind her back and taking small steps toward him. He skimmed the contents of the letter, his face giving away nothing of what it spoke of. "Is there something you require, Nyra, or are you suffering from boredom? I have plenty of lords and ladies who'd be happy to keep you busy." 

Rhaenyra scoffed quietly and (Y/N) gave a small grin. "I hear Father is urging you to find a wife."

"The Small Council is urging him to urge me, more like. They believe it is time to begin having children. Seeing as Father and Mother had great difficulty, they wish for me to have an heir by the time I ascend the throne to ensure there won't be issues later on." (Y/N) explained, coiling the letter back up and pulling out a blank paper. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing. "Otto has been... more friendly as of recently. He speaks incredibly highly of Lady Alicent." 

"You'd tell me if you were interested in someone, wouldn't you?" Rhaenyra reached over the desk to pluck the quill from his fingers, setting it aside and raising her brows at him. (Y/N) slumped back in his seat and laced his fingers over his midsection, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. Rhaenyra rounded the table and without thinking twice, she plopped down on his thigh. 

"Nyra,"

"You know as well as I do who you should wed, (Y/N). I know what a good queen should be, and I do not care about status or riches like the families of those ladies do. We have the blood of the dragon in our veins. Nobody would truly understand us." Rhaenyra spoke softly, her bottom lip slightly jutting out as she placed her palm over his cheek. His own hands unlaced, one moving to press against her back. 

"The Small Council-"

"Fuck the Small Council." Rhaenyra huffed, earning a quiet chuckle from her brother. "You are the prince, the heir. Whatever it is you choose, they must deal with it. It is their job to counsel, to offer their advice and opinions, not to dictate what you do. We could mount Syrax and Vermithor and fly elsewhere to wed in the customs of Old Valyria." 

A gentle sigh escaped (Y/N), and he leaned forward to press a delicate kiss to Rhaenyra's shoulder. The princess relaxed at the action, her hand moving past his cheek to the back of his head. (Y/N)'s lips curled up. "You are insufferable." He told her with a gentle laugh before leaning in to press their mouths together. He drew back too quickly for Rhaenyra's liking. "But a good ruler is a patient one, Nyra. If you wish for us to wed, or to lay together-" He brushed their lips together teasingly. "-you must wait. Father and Mother will be easy to convince." 

"Does it matter if we wait?" Rhaenyra tilted her head and batted her lashes coyly, the feigned innocence prompting (Y/N) to roll his eyes. She rose from his lap and dropped her hands to his, tugging on them until he stood up from the chair. She smiled widely, devilishly even, and slung her arms around his shoulders. "We will be wed, regardless. It will not matter." 

"I have things I must do, Nyra." (Y/N) gave a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on her waist. "As I said, you must be patient. If you wish to speed things along, you should speak with Mother. She'll always be the key to winning Father over." He told her and planted a kiss on her temple before settling back down on the chair. 

"Will we be like that someday?" Rhaenyra asked softly, stepping out of the way so he could resume his letter. She toyed with the rings along her fingers, the thought of becoming one of those couples who genuinely cared for each other bringing a smile to herself. It was a desire all ladies had. While sons could marry whichever woman of age they desired, ladies had to hope the husbands their fathers or elder brothers chose were good men. She'd seen far too many times the faces of girls her age married and chained to men old enough to be their grandfathers. 

(Y/N) paused his writing and lifted his head to look at her, offering a reassuring smile. "Someday." He nodded. 

"I look forward to it, then."