#dany is always catching strays leave her alone !!

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of course it’s an alicent profile pic saying this shit:

the thing is, i would’ve agreed with the original sentiment of this post if it wasn’t for the tags, but then this person goes mask off and proves to me that they were only pretending to offer meaningful criticism.

cause all i see in these tags is buzzword 🗣️🗣️ buzzword 🗣️🗣️ buzzword 🗣️🗣️

i just wanna know, why are the targaryens always singled out as the house that ‘regularly cannibalizes its own?’

these don’t exist ig: the she-wolves of winterfell, the current lannisters, and literally every House ever.

why are the targaryens held to such an unfair standard? and why are they held responsible for the sins of their ancestors?

it is literally so funny. but like… in an astonishing kind of way.

in these tags there’s no objective language used 🙅‍♀️ no care for nuance 🙅‍♀️ and no meaningful interaction with the main themes of the series 🙅‍♀️

OP kind of tries to pretend, but it’s all surface level shit. it’s clear that they’re blinded by their hatred of the targs and dany.

because george never holds things his characters can’t control against them. what a character should be judged by is their actions, and imo, that’s what george writes about: how individual characters actions and choices can shape the world around them (bonus if the character is a cripple, bastard, or broken thing and is trying to protect others); and he also puts a lot of emphasis on a characters intentions and how they come to their decisions, which gets us his famous ‘human heart in conflict with itself’ thesis statement.

george, someone who’s interested in the choices of the individual and how they get there, clearly thinks it’s important to showcase how different characters handle great power, otherwise he wouldn’t have so many POV characters in positions of such great importance.

on that note, asoiaf isn’t an anti-monarchy piece. you could easily claim that it’s a criticism of systematic oppression, systematic violence, corrupt institutions, and unbalanced social structures; it’s a sort of think piece on how people in positions of power destroy the lives of the common in their petty fights of greed and ambition, all whilst ignoring the incoming humanity ending threat.

and through this thought process, you get the title of the first book: a game of thrones. the political shifts are a game for these powerful people, and this motif is one of the most important statements to understand in order to interact with the series discussion on what it means to be a good ruler. this motif also comes up in a conversation jorah and dany have about the smallfolk: “It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace. They never are.” it’s high lords, not royals. it’s a critique of the whole social structure and political system, not a criticism of one family.

so, if you’re of this belief that petty power disputes are dumb and are angry that most high lords don’t give a shit about their subjects, then you should love daenerys, who’s one of the few characters who’s using her power to make lasting societal change.

now, is she perfect? no. no she’s not. cause she’s a teenage girl trying to take down a slave trade that’s been around for thousands of years (hilarious that she’s actually fixing the mistakes of her ancestors…). but dany is learning and is doing her best to get better and is trying to empower the powerless. that sets her apart from almost every other ruler in asoiaf and makes her one of the most important POVs in this book series quest to find out what makes a good ruler. something something gods make kings and queens to protect those who can’t protect themselves…

with that in mind, i agree that the conclusion of the series won’t be a character sitting on a throne because of their blood or because of some divine right mumbo jumbo. imo, a character will only sit on a throne if they’ve been smart, gained allies, formed alliances, have control of an army, have gained loyalty from the people they wish to rule, have been honorable, maybe have a dragon or three, and are a hero.

dany has checked off almost all the boxes, so i think it’s safe to root for her. and considering the foreshadowing, i think it’s logical to guess that peace will be ushered in, even if it’s a hard won peace. and what’s wrong with believing that daenerys will be one of the ones who helps usher in this peace after all the work she’s done to protect those who don’t have the power to protect themselves?

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sniffling once, raquel kept her head angled away from the intensity of dani's stare. she wanted to turn and demand to know what the other was looking out but it seemed so unkind, so much like she was reacting to her own anger at the situation. she didn't want dani to feel some type of way about this, like raquel only wanted one thing from her - that wasn't true. the fact was, raquel wanted dani's happiness more than her own so she would shoulder the burden of her affection for the other, even if it meant never meeting dani's eye again. even if it meant hiding away her feelings for dani's own comfort; raquel would do so. searching for her bag, she was faltered when a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. letting herself be pulled closer to dani, her heartrate shot up to speeds that had to be unhealthy. her eyes darted down to dani's lips automatically, and her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to get her bearings back.

oh. oh. eyes widening with realization, her heart seemed to drop into her stomach and a swirl of butterflies erupted there. suddenly, she was very nervous and very aware of the fact that she was probably dirty from today's trek across the countryside; her hair was a little bit of a mess, and there was a streak of dirt on her chin that had been there since earlier. there were scrapes and various bruises along her body, and the only solace that she'd had is knowing that she'd had half a stick of gum earlier that she'd shared with dani to avoid bad breath after their last canned meal. it seemed so stupid to be aware of all these things at once, but she was painfully, awkwardly aware of them all when she was this close to dani.

swallowing, a hand rose to catch a strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail and she brushed it out of her eyes. nervous, the hand didn't stray far and instead hesitated for far too long in between them, testing the waters before her hand found dani's cheek. "i understand," that her feelings were returned, that raquel didn't have to be alone in the longing, that there were things that remained unsaid. "but you should know," stepping forward, her eyes flickered back to dani's lips, had a reaction to the part of them by licking her own, before continuing. "i'm already too far gone; it would destroy me to lose you. and i have to ask myself everyday when i get up, if i'm going to leave you behind or not." it was a surprising thought that raquel had each morning watching dani sleep, wondering if she'd be better - safer - without the added weight of looking out for someone else. "and i always choose to stay because you make my life, the shitty one in this shitty world, worthwhile. and i think having a moment with you, even if it's all i have, is worth the risk." emotional, a tear slipped free from her left eye and she blinked rapidly, more and more dropping, the chill creeping in from outside. "but that's what you have to decide for yourself. i wish i could tell you that i'll never die or get hurt... but i can't do that, i'm sorry."

All they had was the light of the moon high above them, but Dani didn't even need that to see the spread of emotion across the other's face, the tear that Raquel wiped from her cheek, the flush that coated the facial structure they'd spent an embarrassing amount of time during watch while the other was sleeping just observing, soaking in, memorizing, as though that would be enough if the other were to suddenly be gone the next day. The ache in their chest was deep, like a pressurized can waiting to explode. They'd seen that happen sometimes, with old spray paint cans left in the sun for summer after summer, eventually just... exploding. Maybe they'd end up like that; bottling their feelings up until there was nothing left to do but explode in the hot sun.

They stood there, helpless and hopeless and all of the 'less words that existed, probably, watching as Raquel finally stood up from the log as though she hadn't just been crying and started searching around for her things. Dani just stood there, watching, their dark hues trained on the other's movements as though they were trying to figure out what they could offer the brunette without shattering themselves in the process. Truth was, they had nothing to offer. The moment the warm touch slipped from their wrist, they felt empty. How could they offer Raquel anything, when they had nothing left for themselves? It was Dani's turn, though, to reach out and grab the other's wrist, grip firm as they pulled her a few inches closer, catching her attention as they swallowed the fear bubbling into their throat. "I don't think you get it," Dani started, voice only slightly wavering as their teeth finally released their bottom lip where they'd been biting in thought. "I can't lose you." It wasn't enough, they knew it wasn't, but it was all they could muster, their gaze searching the other's as though they hoped it was enough to get their message across. "I need you to know that."

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Overly Protective (Part Two) -- Sandor Clegane

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: Mention of death and genocide. Cursing.

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Fem!Northern!Reader

Word Count: 923

A/N: I made a part two because I was up at 2 am last night and had nothing better to do, so don’t expect great writing lol.

I followed Tyrion through the rubble of the city that was King’s Landing. There were no survivors, and nearly every building was destroyed or scorched. What was once the most beautiful city in all of Westeros was now a graveyard for millions. Tyrion looked up at me with a face of distraught and shock. I returned the look. I looked down at the pin on his chest— the pin of the Hand of the Queen. Then I looked at my own dagger. It was a gift from the Queen herself when she asked me to join her council. Me, a lowborn nobody, had worked my way up in the world. I was born with no family name, a Snow child, an orphan left on a doorstep. And there I was, in the inner circle of the Queen. But in that moment, as Tyrion and I walked through the streets of King’s Landing, I felt no pride for my position. I hated what I had been apart of. The slaughtering of millions. Men, women, and children. Everyone. And for what? A throne made of swords? I wondered if it really was worth it.

And then I heard the wind whisper my name. Tyrion hadn’t heard it, nor had Jon, who was following closely behind me. It happened again, and then a third time. By the third time, I started searching the ruins and the standing buildings for a sign as to who was calling for me. That was when I caught sight of her. It was only for a moment, but I knew it was really her. Arya.

She beckoned me up to the building she was hiding in. I encouraged Tyrion and Jon to continue on, the Queen was waiting for them. I would meet up with them soon. I only needed a second to catch my breath, and they understood. As I strayed from the pack, I could no longer see Arya in the open window. The hallways inside the building whispered my name, and then said, “Upstairs.” She was always sneaky that girl. I didn’t even know she was in King's Landing. Thank the Gods she wasn’t killed.

“Arya?” I whispered as the stairs creaked under my steps. “What are you doing here?” I turned the corner and was startled by her embracing me in a sudden hug. “What is it?” This wasn’t like the little girl I knew all those years ago or the assassin I had come to know recently. “Arya, talk to me. How did you get here? Are you alone?”

“Sandor,” she said as she parted from our hug. She was bleeding. “He came with me to kill the queen.”

My heart started beating through my chest. I should have known Sandor wouldn’t stay in Winterfell. “Where is he?” I asked eagerly. After everything I witnessed, I wanted only to rest in his arms and lay against his chest. I wanted the comfort of his company so desperately. “I’ll meet him wherever you’re hiding our. I won’t tell Dany.” Arya’s face wasn’t bright as it usually was. “Where is he, Arya?” I asked, this time nervously.

“He’s dead.”

I nearly collapsed. “No, he isn’t.”

“He is. I know it. He went to kill his brother in the Red Keep, and—“

“Did you see a body? There’s so many, maybe there’s a chance it wasn’t him.”

“I didn’t see his body, but—“

“Then you can't say for certain that he’s dead. There’s still a chance he’s alive.”

“Sandor’s dead! Your Queen set the Red Keep ablaze whilst he was still inside. He wouldn’t leave without having killed his brother. You know that, and I know that. Your Queen is the one who gave him the most certain death.”

Arya’s words stung beyond compare. Sandor… the man who was always kind to me, who took me in when I was alone in the world. My love. My one and only love. I thought about the time he told me how he would die if he learned I had died. Now I knew what he always meant. I didn’t want to admit that he was gone, I didn’t want to admit that I would never see his handsome face again. I cursed the Gods for letting me love someone so much only to have them stolen from me.

“You should go,” I croaked.

Arya’s eyes softened. She felt bad for what she had said and how she had said it. “I’m so—”

“You should go,” I repeated. “The Queen isn’t herself right now. She knows that you and your sister don’t support her claim, so she won’t hesitate to have you killed.”

“She can’t kill me.”

I thought about how I had Arya’s stubbornness when I talked back to King Joffrey. Sandor warned me that the youngest are always the most deadly. Our new Queen was beginning to show signs of her madness. Arya would get herself killed. “She can, and she will. Please, Arya, go.”

Your Queen is the one who gave him the most certain death… Arya’s words echoed in my head. Dany did this. She killed my Sandor, I knew it deep down. She killed everyone, including the one person I cared for most in the world. I was going to kill her— or at least try. I’d throw myself from the highest tower if that ever happened, Sandor had told me. I wanted nothing more than to join him now, and if killing the Queen was the last thing I would ever do… so be it.

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The Line - Part Two!

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I blink in surprise at the man in front of me, my heart racing. He smiles, a look of amazement on his face. “Elle?” He asks, and my heart flutters at his voice, which is much deeper and than before. His hair has grown more and he’s sporting a beard now. His eyes wander down to Dani and I’m about to say something, try to respond to the man who changed my life forever when a hand suddenly appears on his shoulder. A beautiful woman slides up from behind him, a large smile on her face. “Well hi there!” She says in a sweet voice, breaking out in a huge grin, holding out her hand to me. She has her brilliant red hair tied up in a ponytail, her smile wide. I smile and shake her hand, my heart sinking when I notice the large ring on her right hand. “I’m Olivia and this is my fiancé Liam,” she smiles friendly, and Dani jumps forward. “I’m Danielle Garden! But my middle name is Rhy-“ Dani starts and I quickly cut her off, laughing awkwardly. Might be a bit awkward if she reveals her middle name is Liam's last name. “That’s Dani, my daughter. I’m Elle,” I say, shaking Olivia’s hand.

“Oh, what a coincidence! Liam once had this ex named Elle! She totally broke his heart, it’s honestly so sad-“ she starts and I turn to look at Liam with raised eyebrows. “Oh really?” I say with fake interest, making Liam shuffle awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh Olivia, that’s this Elle,” he says, making Olivia widen her eyes, her face flushing red. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Sometimes I just vomit my words you know? Like one second I’m like just talking then blugh! I start rambling on and on...” she says eventually trailing off. “And I just did it again!” She says in embarrassment, putting her hand to her forehead.

“I’ll go.. unpack the kitchen,” She says distractedly, walking quickly into the house. “Well, uh it was great to see you... I think.” I say, starting to turn around. “Elle! Wait.” Liam says, starting after me, his hand on my arm. Dani watches us from the side, an interested look on her face. “Do you live alone? Or do you have a husband..?” He trails off, and I shake my head. “Uh no. It’s just me and Dani,” I say, smiling briefly at my daughter. “Oh! wow! good job then.” he says, and I muster the most polite smile I can. “thank you,” I say, pulling my arm from his grasp, and grabbing Dani’s.

-the next morning -

I stumble into the back of the diner, knocking a couple boxes down with me. I cringe, frozen in place. Drake opens the door, looking at me with an unimpressed expression. “Oh look, you’re late again,” he says in a flat tone. “Hey! only by fifteen minutes!” I explain, and he nods. “That may be one of your best times I’ll give you that,” he starts and I smile, but then he says, “but that doesn’t mean you’re not still late. you’re lucky you’re my friend otherwise you would have been fired a long time ago,” He says, trying to sound as menacing as he can. The thing is, with Drake, he can seem very mean or rugged, but deep down he really is just a sweetheart. “You’re right. I’m Sorry. And i owe you, You know, without you, I don’t know if Dani and I would have survived. so thank you, Drake,” I say meaningfully, taking him by surprise, and he clears his throat, looking flustered. “o-oh I- um yeah. no problem. Just- get dressed please,” he says, before turning and going back into the diner. Making me smile to myself. If Drake ever gets mad the only thing I need to do is be genuinely nice and compliment him and he gets all flustered.

I think back to when we first met while I  start to change into my uniform. I remember like it was yesterday.

5 years ago~

I walk off the empty bus alone, hurrying under a stray diner’s awning, trying to get away from the heavy rain. I readjust my duffle bag over my shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. Five months pregnant and alone in a new town at night. probably shouldn’t have gotten a bus that arrives so late. I just got on the one leaving the earliest. A sudden bell from behind me makes me jump, as I turn to see good looking guy opening the door to the diner, looking at me curiously. “oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- I just needed a break from the rain,” I explain quickly, not being able to help the quiver in my voice. His eyes wander to my stomach, and he glances inside. “Hey, why don’t you come in for a moment? have time to Wait out the rain?” he asks, and I bite my lip, thinking for a moment. “Or are you waiting for someone?” He asks, but I shake my head, tears springing to my eyes. “I- I don’t have anyone,” I say quietly, and he raises his eyebrows slightly, before grabbing my bag for me, and holding the door open for me. “Come on, you need to get out of the rain,” He says kindly, and I smile gratefully, sniffling as I walk inside the small diner, enjoying its comforting smell and warmth.

“Are you hungry?” He asks me, and my stomach answers for me, rumbling. He smiles and so do I. “I’ll take that as a yes,” He grins, placing my bag down gently, and going into the back.

He stayed with me for a while, waiting while I ate, and talking to me. I told him everything, my whole story, and how ended up in this town. After my story, he immediately offered me a job, telling me that they were looking for help anyway, as his dad was sick. I accepted, a grin plastered on my face. I started the night off feeling cold, sad, and alone, but Drake was the first person to show me kindness and warmth without hesitation. I laughed genuinely for the first time in months.

We worked together in the diner and he let me stay in his apartment for a while above the diner until I finally got my small house. Drake was always there. I actually went into labor on one of my shifts, and he was the one freaking out and panicking, taking me to the hospital and the first one to hold Dani after me.

And I was the one who stayed by his side when he lowered his father into the ground.

We have both seen each other in on our worst days but also on our best. He is probably the person who knows me the best.

“Elle I swear to god! It shouldn’t take you more than five minutes to get dressed!” Drake shouts, taking me out of my trance, and I roll my eyes, putting my hair up as I walk back up front, giving him a look as I go to serve the one customer, Larry. “Hey, Elle? How are you?” Larry asks, and I smile. “A little tired, you know how it is, how’s Pam?” I ask, and Larry’s face lights up. “Oh she’s great, finally recovering from her hip surgery,” Larry says, love in his eyes. “That’s great Larry. What can I get you? The usual?” I ask with a knowing grin, and Larry nods. “Oh of course darling,” he says, and I laugh, taking his menu and walking behind the bar, looking into the gap that shows the kitchen, and Drake in it, getting eggs ready. “Larry’s usual,” I say, even though it doesn’t really matter, Drake already knows.

I start wiping down the counters and turn on the radio to the talk station that Larry likes and I sometimes enjoy. “And Halloween is approaching fast folks! Time to figure out the way to have the best costume on the block! first...” As the talk show voices fill the diner, I stop for a second, leaning against the counter and taking a deep breath. Halloween. Every year it’s tough, but especially this one. Having Liam suddenly being here doesn’t help either. It’s like my past has caught up to me in the worst way. I ran away for a reason. I guess I can’t ever catch a break.

A ring takes me out of my trance, and I turn to Drake, taking Larry’s usual, giving Drake a not very convincing smile. I give the plate to Larry, before heading back to the bar, a sick feeling in my stomach. I start wiping down the menus, trying to ignore my anxiety biting away at me.

“Hey Elle, are you okay?” Drake asks me, and I turn to him, gulping. “Yeah.. I’m fine,” I say with a nod. he just blinks at me. “You’re not fine.” He tells me, and I sigh. “Okay, I’m not. Liam just moved in next door,” I say quietly, and Drakes' eyes widen. “You mean the father of your child Liam??” he whispers furiously. I nod, looking down. Drake instantly pulls me into a hug, and I hug him back gratefully, forcing myself to not cry. He pulls away, still holding my arms. “Are you okay? Did he talk to you?” Drake asks, searching my eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine, Drake, seriously,” I say, and he just nods, letting go of my arms. The bell of the diner door rings, and we look over to see Liam and Olivia. I gasp involuntarily, looking at Drake. Drake reads my face and looks over at Liam. “that’s him?” Drake whispers, and I nod. “Oh hi, I heard this is a great place for food?” Liam asks with a smile. I walk out from being shielded from Drake and smile. “oh hey Liam,” I say with a small smile. “Oh wow I had no idea you worked here!” Olivia says with a huge smile, coming right up to me, across the counter. “Hey, girl! so sorry about the other day!” Olivia days, leaving over the counter to hug me. I hug back in surprise. “Table for two,” Olivia says with a smile at Drake, who just clenches his jaw, and with a look at Liam, goes to grab them a couple menus.

Liam sits next to Olivia, who is sitting at the bar, her chin resting on her hand. Drake hands them the menus, before grabbing my arm and leading me into the back. “Hey, I can’t be out there with him, I will smash his smug face in,” Drake says, fuming. “Drake! calm down,” I say, breathing heavily. “It’s okay. He doesn’t even know that he got me pregnant or that Dani is his. all he knows is that I left him out of nowhere,” I say, and Drake clenches his jaw. “Are you ever going to tell me why you did that, by the way?” Drake asks me but I shake my head. “Now is not the time,” I say, my heart hammering in my chest.

Drake looks at me for a minute, noticing my nervousness. “Fine. But I’m going to stay in the kitchen, and I’m going to walk you and Dani home,” He says, but before I can object, he storms into the kitchen. I take a deep breath and lean against the wall, closing my eyes. I can do this. I walk back out to the front, ready to face the father to my child for the second time.

Sorry, it took so long! I had some technical issues (like Tumblr deleting my drafts) but I tried to get it out as soon as possible, but I’ve been busy for a while, but here it is! I hope you guys like it! Sorry if it's short!