#draconian boyfriend

[mytherbalegwladys]

Ian Lightfoot rencontre Red Dudragon au gymnase. Ce dernier s'entraîne à la boxe en essayant de contrôler sa colère. Ian tombe sous le charme de ce draconien rebelle et souhaite faire une lettre d'amour pour mieux connaissance.

[fated-mates]

Elda Minger was the first romance novelist to put condom use on the page. When we spoke to her about the choice she made, she told us about the realities of the world before Roe, when abortion was neither safe nor legal. This remains one of the most powerful conversations we’ve had on Fated Mates, and we are so lucky that Elda came to talk to us.

As we watch women die throughout the country in the wake of draconian abortion bans, we hope you’ll listen to Elda, and make a plan to vote for this Tuesday.

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Transcription:

I remember the reason I put in the condom, and this is funny 'cause I hadn't thought about this in years, this will sound like the Stone Age to you guys because you're much younger. I grew up in a town, I went to high school in a town of 1200 people. It was still very much a, I would call it a boy's town, like lots of hunting, fishing, ice fishing, skiing, sledding. Women were, you know, married young, had their kids and kind of disappeared is the only way I can put it. They disappeared. And marriage, I remember Jessie Bernard once said, a sociologist, she said, "Marriage is a great deal for men and children, but not so great for women." And I remember reading that and thinking, "Yep." When women did not have access to birth control, and biologically, the sex drive is strong. I had numerous friends who got pregnant, and back in the day, there was no abortion. If you could find a doctor you could go, you could get someone to do the job, and then if you started bleeding out, you went to the emergency room. And I had two friends, older sisters, they told me later on, it was like the most terrifying experience of their lives, which is why abortion must always be safe and legal. But you had two choices. And I had two girlfriends in high school who, their beginning of their senior year or summer of their junior year, whatever, they went to visit their aunt, and they came back and they looked gutted. And I never forgot the look in their eyes, like dead eyes, because they had had their baby and given it up for adoption, because that was the option or you cornered the guy and married him, and if he thought he was trapped, it was not a good marriage, and it usually ended up in divorce. So birth control back then, I worked at a drugstore and the condoms were in a glass case behind the pharmaceutical counter. You could only buy them if you were married. This is how bad things were. You know, when I look back, it's like God, it was like the Stone Age. But the thing was, I couldn't in good faith, and all the romances, the historicals of course, they would have sex and then she'd be pregnant and there'd be a big brouhaha, but in the end he would love the baby. But with a contemporary I thought, "I can't do this. I can't do this." And I had interesting parents because my mother is from Puerto Rico, staunch Roman Catholic, could not have the sex talk with me. So my dad was like, "This is very embarrassing, but we're going to have the sex talk, and I don't think I can look at you while we do this, but you need to be protected." And I remember he told me, "Teenage boys will do anything. They would do a knothole in a plank. You have to understand this about male nature. And he said, "They will tell you, "I love you." They will promise you the moon and you are a very romantic girl, and you will have sex with him. And Monday morning he will be telling all his friends at school and you will be brokenhearted." And that did happen to one of my girlfriends, where she gave it up to a guy, and she was the town pump for the last two years of high school, and she never had a boyfriend because she didn't dare. And I remember thinking, "God, that's awful!" But you know, my dad taught college and he said, "Many a woman's college career was derailed because some guy said, "I love you. I'll be with you forever." And she ended up raising the baby with her and her mom and dropping out of school. And he said, "I don't want that for you. I don't know how more plainly to put it." And I was like, "Got it, Dad. Got it." Because he was pretty, I mean he said, "I don't expect you to be a virgin when you're married. It's different times, but pick a man who likes women." And I was at 16, so stupid, 14, "Daddy, all men like women." And he's like, "No, they don't. Pick a man who really does like and treasure women." So when I approached Untamed Heart, I thought, "Okay, I've got to somehow put birth control into it." And I said to Vivian, "Can I do that?" And she said, "If you can figure out a way to make it work, I'm all for it."

[redbreastedbird]

hello oh my goodness you're on tumblr 😭😭😭I don't really know how to convey how HAPPY your books make me feel. I re-read mmu books one through five for christmas and I intend to re-read the rest before mua three is out!

arkjdmsb I don't even know what to say except a huge big massive THANK YOU for creating this amazing universe where anyone and everyone can be gay and solve crimes. nuala holds a special place in my heart as we're both bespectacled autisic irish people. every time she speaks irish I gain like three years of life expectancy. I love hazel to pieces as well. when I was younger, she felt like a friend to me, like I had just accidentally picked up her casebooks and solving crimes alongside her and daisy (and of course the junior pinkertons!)

I will never forget reading the last chapter of the body in the blitz and coming to the realisation that like. almost everyone in this room is queer. and this is a kids book in an era of draconian book-banning legislation, and there are just queer characters right there. just being people, really really good people, existing almost a hundred years ago. neurodivergent, poc, disabled, queer and trans characters. yes!

I am just rambling oh my god 🤦love you lots and keep up the incredible, ground-breaking, joyous work <3

This is so nice?! Thank you so so much. And yes, this is everything I wanted to do with my books.

Sarah Waters has a line about how she writes historical novels about queer women because she wants to show her readers that queer women have always existed, and I really internalised that. It matters so much to be able to show that none of this is new - that humans have always been every identity they are today, it’s just that mainstream culture never wanted to admit it. I’m trying to put the reality back into history - honestly, I’ve probably underestimated the diversity, if anything.

I know I have said this a lot, but I grew up under section 28 in the UK, in a time when you basically could not show queer characters in a children’s book (the only queer characters I remember seeing were the angels in His Dark Materials), and so it took me a long time to really trust that I was allowed to put queer characters in my own books. Making Daisy on the page queer was one of the scariest things I had ever done, and I still sort of cannot believe I did it. But it means so much to me to just be able to put on the page now that oh, George has a boyfriend now, and for it to be a basically unremarkable thing. And also to create a trans character with Anna, who transitioned before the novel and is now just living her life!

I really hope that there’s a generation of authors coming up now who have grown up with books like mine and who will do this kind of thing even more readily than I have been able to. The world is such a scary place for people who don’t fit into the norm, but there are so many of us, just out there living our lives, and books help us see that.

Long story short: be gay solve crimes. ❤️

[cwseriesshowdown]

Semifinals: Veronica Mars vs The 100

Veronica Mars: As the daughter of well-respected County Sheriff Keith Mars, Veronica's biggest life problem was getting dumped by her boyfriend, Duncan Kane, until the murder of her best friend, Lilly Kane. After Lilly's murder, Veronica's life falls apart. Keith mistakenly accused Lilly's father, popular software billionaire Jake Kane, of involvement. When Mr. Kane is proven to be innocent, he has Keith ousted as sheriff in a recall election, who the corrupt Don Lamb then replaces. Keith opens a private investigation agency, Mars Investigations, where Veronica works part-time. Veronica helps her father solve cases and conducts her investigations on behalf of schoolmates.

The 100: When nuclear Armageddon destroys civilization on Earth, the only survivors are those on the 12 international space stations in orbit at the time. Three generations later, the 4,000 survivors living on a space ark of linked stations see their resources dwindle and face draconian measures established to ensure humanity's future. Desperately looking for a solution, the ark's leaders send 100 juvenile prisoners back to the planet to test its habitability. Having always lived in space, the exiles find the planet fascinating and terrifying, but with the fate of the human race in their hands, they must forge a path into the unknown.

[klapollo]

the way my boyfriend venmos me for food is gonna get me got by PayPal's draconian sex work policies

[orthopunkfox]

A Queer Book Rec (and my life story because I'm extra)

This post will be long and semi-autobiographical but I ask my friends to please bear with me as I think it will be beneficial.

I have started rereading (as a form of self care to preserve my sanity) the book Real Queer America by trans journalist and author Samantha Allen (who also currently writes for my favorite queer magazine "Them" and received a GLAAD Media award in 2018 for her work, seriously she's a hero of mine and I really hope to meet her in person one day). Real Queer America is a semi-autobiographical work about queer culture in red states and is one of the first books I read when I came out as trans. In its pages, Allen highlights the thriving queer communities that exist in hostile areas, revealing the beauty of queer culture in some of the most draconian states on record. The fact that she spends a large section of the book in Bloomington, Indiana where she met her now wife (who was studying queer porn at the Kinsey Institute at IU honestly how cool must this couple be?!) is a big bonus for my fellow Hoosiers. I've started a tradition of reading this book at least once a year and those closest to me will often hear me refer to it as my queer bible. It has loads of encouragement for f@gs like me who love our little red states and have no intention of leaving.

When I tell other queer friends that despite having spent time in both New York and LA, I choose to live 20 miles south of the house I grew up in, I’m usually met with confusion and shock. I think most people expect me to be in regular danger of being gang SAd by hillbillies in a cornfield somewhere. But the way I see it, the hills and woods and river valleys of Southern Indiana are my home. I was born here and I have just as much right to live here as anyone. Growing up in a stereotypical conservative evangelical household (I frequently heard my father brag that he voted for Reagan twice) with an healthy dash of emotional and physical abuse (my clearest earliest memory is my mother shoving me out of a dining room chair and throttling me on the ground when I was about 6), being anti LGBTQ+ was a given.

My religiously homophobic parents certainly did not ask for a queer kiddo and yet, God has a sense of humor. And so at the age of 11 when I began struggling with my gender and sexuality, I automatically and correctly assumed that I could not go to my parents for help. The things my parents discovered due to my negligence cost me dearly, threats of conversion therapy and military school from my father and more...direct physical consequences from my mother. My secret boyfriend in high school likely still wonders why I broke off communication with him so suddenly. Had he been able to see the blood dripping on my phone screen from my busted lip as my parents stood over me while I typed the message, it likely would've made things more clear.

And for a while, they succeeded in beating the queer out of me. I succumbed to their alt right rhetoric for many years for my own safety and tried to present myself as the clean cut All American Boy they wished me to be. But, like the many members of the RNC, the Grindr app hidden on my phone and the panties and nightgown in the back of my underwear drawer told the real story. Eventually, I couldn't hide anymore and reached the point where I either needed to come out or unalive myself. So I went no contact with my parents, started injecting hormones into my thigh every five days, and became the glorious trans dyke I am today.

Well that’s not entirely true, I was terrified. And proud. Terriproud? Proudified? I didn’t leave the house unless I was decked out in several pride-themed articles of clothing. Every social interaction with the cishet population was down with a determined scowl and my fist half-cocked, waiting for anyone to give me trouble. The energy expended going to the grocery store was exhausting. Then one day, I looked up and saw an entire group of people ready to embrace me, to love me for the first time in my life for who I was. A fellow trans girl I had never met gave me a ride to Indianapolis to speak out against the anti trans laws coming down the pipe. I got a job at a theatre where there was one cishet person (we called him our diversity hire). I was amazed. There is truly nothing more wonderful on all the earth than queer community. Never before have I seen a group more thoroughly and solidly perform Christ's command to love one another. I found here in southern and central Indiana some beautiful people who help each other get through this ridiculously difficult life, indeed who DO LIFE together, who truly LIVE together. It was amazing!

Even more fascinating to me was beginning to read LGBTQ+ history and finding out it has pretty much always been this way! Through the decades of living in the shadows of history, to the gay liberation movement and Stonewall, through all of it, different outside groups have come and gone. Various religious groups have embraced and rejected LGBTQ+ people, many political candidates have made hollow promises or delivered only half of what they said they would, many people let us down. But we've always had each other.

If you've read my ramblings this far, thank you. And I'd like to get to my point now. We will never have it easy. By definition of being queer, we will always exist outside the norm. And those who want everyone to fall in line will use every tool at their disposal to make that happen. Religious rhetoric. Rule of law. Political grandstanding. Even physical violence. Why? Because they're afraid of us. Having spent years around alt right men, one thing they're fond of saying is "I'm not homophobic cuz I'm not afraid of f@ggots." Bullshit. They're terrified of us. And that’s badass.

So in this time of uncertainty, I want to encourage all of my queer friends all over the US to band together, put pet political idealism aside, and unite for the safety of all of our siblings. 2024 isn't the end of us. It isn't the end of our fight. Scarier people than Trump will rise. Our rights may be taken away. We may indeed go back to the 50s or (God save us) 1939 Germany. But our queer fore-parents lived through those times, and they didn't let that stop them. They forged and hacked out spaces for themselves, they picked a spot, planted themselves in it and DEMANDED to be recognized for who they were. And when those who hated them came and tried to remove them by force, they banded together and fought with bricks and handbags and lunch trays and high heeled shoes. When the first Stonewall riot broke out, Sylvia Rivera, that trans foremother who was dubbed the Rosa Parks of the transgender liberation movement, was told by a friend to stay inside, she responded “I’m not missing a minute of this! It’s the revolution!” Let us carry her spirit with us as we move forward, whatever happens in November. We will always have each other. We will always be here, we will always be queer, whether people get used to it or not.

[fellomen]

heard a theory that snakes and dragons have shared ancestry so when rhalen (draconian tarnished) introduces messmer to his ancestors I like to think they'd point at him and his snakes and be like which one is ur boyfriend

[wordy-little-witch]

Surprise, a Fandom that ISN'T One Piece!!!

Super Mario Bros.

I have. So many thoughts. So many AUs. So much swirling in my brain. I've already infodumped on one theory/au to my boyfriend ((thanks, Eggy, ilysm!!)) BUT I am now gonna throw it out here.

Gonna be long so I'll put a cut teehee

Okay so like. In Super Mario Odyssey, there's the Ruined Kingdom, yeah? And like. The whole point for the area is that it's full of echoes of the past, no definitive answers, it's essentially a world, place, nation lost to time completely. And the location on the map is near the Darklands, which is feasibly bear Evershade Valley. I am going somewhere with this, hold on.

Now the Ruined Kingdom is called that because it's name is lost completely and totally to history. The only thing left is the crumbling architecture and the mild vestiges of a land unknown, overrun in game by enemies, with the dragon guarding over the area. There's differing weather phenomena, metal rods, storm motifs all over the area, either newer to the land or leftover from the time Before whatever happened.... happened.

Now I'm gonna pivot here, the Ruined Kingdom is near the Darklands, it's got the storm motifs, and keep all of that in mind.

In Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga, we get introduced to the Beanbean Kingdom. The events in game are generally unrelated to this, barring one BIG thing that comes with repeated references in subsequent games for Mario and Luigi both - Firebrand and Thunderhand.

There are two temples, relatively abandoned and no longer worshipped at or in, heralded by two deities, one of Fire, the other of Thunder. Mario and Luigi both go individually to one temple each where they wind up receiving the abilities from the deities there to wield fire and lightning.

These abilities and associations continue on in more games as well.

Mario is associated with fire and flames and heat and warmth and sunlight and energy and ambition and charisma.

Luigi is associated with lightning and thunder and static and chill and darkness and night and lethargy and unconventional bravery in the same ways.

They are complementary forces, cohesive yet different, opposite and balanced, the sun and moon effectively in mortal forms. And celestial motifs with them aren't uncommon in games at all, frankly.

Now let's shift again back to the map.

The darklands is associated with volcanoes, Koopas and Goombas and so on and so forth. It's heat. It's burning. It's ruled by Bowser, with his lava-association, his fire breathing abilities, his spikes and tail and horns and draconian features. The Darklands is fire and brimstone and is near to the Ruined Kingdom. Mario's primary adversary rules and resides there.

Evershade Valley is in close proximity to the Darklands. It is associated with spirits, with darkness, with trickery and night, and it is ruled over by King Boo, a powerful Boo with a magical crown and it has its own lunar motifs and shadowed descriptors. Boos are ghosts, and all ghosts can be fought and defeated by an electronic weapon. Luigi even has a higher impact ability with MORE electricity on hand to fuel the Poltergust. ((Also let it be said that in paranormal research, electricity is often considered a source of power to supernatural beings. Electricity, limestone, running water - and all those could easily be found in the Mansions. Interesting...))

These two areas are ruled by the two main antagonists to the two primary protagonists who have complimentary and equal associations as well as crumb like connections to a forgotten kingdom.

Mario and Luigi btw are both built differently to most, depending on game perspectives. They're human, most likely. They may have smth like achondroplasia ((and I do love this take honestly)), or maybe they're descendants of a different inhuman species and this accounts for their biology. ((Add in that on the wiki, their race isn't homosapien which may be a silly little joke OR could be something else entirely, idk and idc)).

Regardless I really really love the idea that Mario and Luigi are the descendants of the people who lived in the Ruined Kibgdom once upon a time, maybe even from the royal family there itself.

If something went horribly wrong and the kingdom was in danger, if there was a threat they could not stop or a foe they could not face, escaping with their lives would the the best and safest bet.

And with warp pipes everywhere... well. It isn't too much of a stretch for them to scatter, is it?

Or even for some warp pipes to lead to an entirely new world with different nations, nationals, and a certain Italian Heritage....

Anyway yeah. I think Mario and Luigi are from the Ruined Kingdom, I think there's far more to what's left there and it would be so cool to have another game with that setting bc I am OBSESSED

[mytherbalegwladys]

(Red Dudragon redesigné.)

En Avant: L'Ombre du Dragon

En fessant le ménage dans les chambres, Barley Lightfoot se demande qui a reçu une lettre d'amour, mais son frère, Ian lui dit que c'est un secret. Plus tard, Ian avait craqué pour un garçon de son école, Red Dudragon qui est un draconien et membre des Black Dragons. Ce dernier cache un lourd secret: Il a le pouvoir de se transformer en dragon par une émotion forte. Puis un soir en ville, lorsque Ian et son frère sont encerclés par une bande de minotaures, Red déchaine sa puissance et parvient à faire fuir les minotaures. Une fois calmé, il révèle à Ian et Barley qu'il est le descendant des draconiens métamorphes. Pour garder sa place dans la famille Dudragon, il doit affronter sa tante. Ian qui l'admire, décide de l'aider grâce à la magie.

Voix de Red Dudragon: Giullian Yao Gioiello (anglais) et Thibaut Delmotte (français)

[duke-wrio]

Bonjour Mr. Wriothesley

Do you want to team up and find out how we can trigger cute draconian behavior from our respective partners? For research purposes of course- @not-the-darknight

Ah. Yes. Research purposes.

Though, I must warn you, our boyfriends do have extremely different personalities when it comes to this topic.

[talion-graves]

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

Tal's favorite moment in his relationship with his boyfriend Joel would probably be when Joel was teaching Tal how to ride a skybike that was left at Tal's door and it was a gift to Tal with a mysterious letter from someone he knew. The amount of times Tal fell were many and they both were laughing at every attempt. Now Tal knows how to ride the skybike but now Joel will always be the one to drive it when they're together.

@draconian-empress this should also answer your ask as well!

[eclecticwordblender]

there is little that infuriates me more than "real men don’t do so and so" or "real men do so and so" rhetorics.

ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS IN FACT REAL MEN WHO RAPE AND ENGAGE IN OTHER HORRIBLE ACTS WHICH MAKE LIFE HELL FOR WOMEN.

it is in fact real men who are terrible to the women in their lives, especially their romantic/sexual partners.

stop perpetuating the rhetoric that men are actually decent human beings and men who commit hate crimes towards women are some isolated monsters.

i believe women often succumb to this "real men" rhetoric because it is tedious and agonising to admit that males they hold so dear to themselves are a major part of the problem. males succumb to this rhetoric because it allows them to maintain a good human image simply because they do not engage in violent crimes against women, most of them would if they could get away with the consequences. again, i use the term most because there are some men who wouldn’t but that is not because they are any better or hold any less problematic views on women. they wouldn’t because of their own self righteousness which makes them feel entitled to the better than everyone else pedestal because they exhibit basic human traits such as empathy, kindness and non violence.

your father who provided you the same love as your brother but is condescending towards your mother is part of the problem. your brother who feels entitled the emotional and care labour of your mother even as an adult is part of the problem. your male best friend who calls you a "bitch" jokingly is part of the problem. your gay best friend who thinks that laws prohibiting gay couples to adopt are draconian is part of the problem. your boyfriend who shuts you up by saying that you lack objectivity because of your feminism is part of the problem.

stop dictating what a real man is when males commit atrocities against women. it is not monsters but real men who have been committing real hate crimes against women.

stop dating men

stop marrying men

stop having children with men

stop protecting their male ego by using terms like "so many men" or "most men" or even worse ""some" men" and just say ALL MEN or MEN

stop coddling men

stop teaching them basic human decency and babying them and call it a relationship, they are fully aware and CHOOSE to act unhinged

stop birthing men

stop having sons

stop infantilizing men and calling them "boys" whenever they do some fucked up shit

men are women’s enemies

men dont see women as human beings

men hate women

[lycheecupcake]

1 and 2 for the song thingy 👀

1: A song you like with a color in the title - Pale tortured blue by Draconian

2: A song you like with a number in the title - 10 boyfriends by Chrissy Chlapecka

Thank you!!

[zeynatura]

So regarding the subterranean homesick lesbian tag in a previous post fitting our new bg3 campaign is because my brother, his boyfriend and I managed to get bg3 on steam on 3 pcs to play together!

We started a new campaign, with new characters but the thing is I've already made like 6 of them so I'm running out of ideas

Decided to go back to my roots and make a new Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline cause is the only subclass none of us have seen

And then it all clicked

I was gonna make Sahar's child

Small summary Sahar my storm sorcerer eladrin in my last dnd campaign had a child with a boss lady pirate who just so happened to be a dragon so it fits perfectly for their child to be a draconian bloodline sorcerer!!

And because Sahar was my first bg3 char, and the only playthrough I've finished, it felt fitting to make him Sajar's Guardian (old screenshot of when I first made him)

I was at a lost for a name but because throughout our dnd campaign our DM decided to joke and give random npcs names similar to my sorcerer like "Hi I'm Sanar, like Sahar but with an N" I decided to name the child Sajar, like Sahar but with a J because JUNIOR akntnaikwjrkso

Sajar she/they (has the heterophobia in their eyes just like her dad)

And she's a lesbian

Here is the time when I first said "LETS GO LESBIANS" yesterday while playing, immortalized on a screenshot

My brother made a Ranger named Alkanfell and his bf made a druid called TRACY who also happens to be a lesbian, she's the lesbian aunty/cunty(?) who's also a nudist

Sajar: are you seeing this Shadowheart?

*TRACY throwing stuff at Alkanfell while he's trying to disarm traps*

Shadowheart: Lady Shar get me out of here

Also Sajar gets weird familiar vibes from Shadowheart, it's like they know each other, as if in another life she dated their dad or something...

Even with the lowest graphics SHE'S SO PRETTY! 🥺 blessed this borrowed laptop to even run the game idc, until Larian gives us crossplay between ps5 and pc this is the only way I can play with more than 1 people and without having to transport my console around

The noble chaotic lesbians and the urchin gay ranger tired of their shenanigans

[mryoyo000]

ASOIAF Fanfic: “A Kiss For Stannis” Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Daario brushed his blue hair with the back of his hand. He wondered if Stannis would appreciate how nice and tanned his arms had gotten over the last few weeks.

He stepped out of the building where he took lumberjack classes, a tall stone lecture hall building at the top of Visenya’s Hill. And that’s when he heard the commotion:

“Help! Stop! I didn’t do anything wrong!” The voice was coming from a student named Patchface whom Daario only vaguely recognized. Patchface was waving his arms frantically, while a gold cloak confiscated a heart-shaped box of chocolates as if it was a weapon. “I’m just selling chocolates for Val-“

“Shut up!” yelled a gold cloak, slapping Patchface. “The holiday of Valentine’s Day and all associated commerce, activities, gatherings, and promotions are expressly forbidden and illegal by the decree of Mayor Tywin Lannister! If you don’t like it, take it up with the judge.”

“Oh oh oh,” yelled Patchface. He struggled to break free of the gold cloak’s grasp on his farm. “I know, I know, the mayor hates Valentine’s Day, oh, oh, oh. But I’m just trying to sell chocolate!”

“You could have chosen to sell chocolate on any other day,” growled the gold cloak. Daario faintly recognized him, the gold cloak was named Balon Greyjoy. He used to be a chiropractor until he got caught up in a lawsuit, although the corrupt mayor of King’s Landing was happy to find him a position in the city watch where he could enforce Tywin’s increasingly draconian laws.

Daario stared in horror at the unfolding scene. He couldn’t help but think of Stannis…Stannis, his boyfriend, his sweet jaw-clenching and deeply vulnerable Stannis. And what about their date night? Was that a crime worthy of arrest now, under this new law?

As the gold cloaks dragged Patchface away, Daario shook his head with worry. He’d have to call his family in Tyrosh to let them know. His mom and dad knew that he was in a committed relationship and were always asking when he and Stannis were finally going to get married. Daario blushed, imagining how shy and painfully awkward Stannis would be in a marriage ceremony. But that’s why he loves him, the guy who everyone sees as rude and distant, Daario has always known that deep down his heart is full of yearning to give love and be loved. And Daario will always be there for him.

He heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. It was Drogon, a sentient tractor. Drogon the anthropomorphic living tractor pulled up into the courtyard in front of the school building. He had rhinestones studded on the sides of his vehicular body and he was wearing green mascara. Daario knew that Drogon was dating Grey Wind, the dashing sentient motorcycle who worked at Old Nan’s Coffee Shop.

“Things are getting bad,” said Drogon in an ominous rumbling voice. “Grey Wind almost got reported today for writing ‘Happy Love Day’ on a customer’s coffee cup. I can’t trust any of my professors at Oldtown University, I think they are all keeping watch on official orders. The mayor of Oldtown is definitely collaborating with Mayor Lannister and we’re seeing a lot of the same restrictions and laws that are happening here.”

Daario nodded. The mayor of Oldtown was an intimidating woman named Olenna Tyrell. Her husband was part of the infamous Tyrell crime family, and her own family the Redwynes had dominated the wine industry by brutally taking out all of their competition.

“We might be meeting some people tonight,” Drogon continued, “one of my classmates has heard about a possible…student project.” The way he was speaking made Daario realize that the sentient gay tractor was not saying exactly what he meant, but was using some sort of code. “A student project…that would not make the…principal very happy. Let’s just leave it at that. One that would make…heart day legal again.”

“I don’t know if I can get involved,” said Daario. “I have to keep Stannis safe. I know little and less of this…project. If there is a safe location for future meetings I can try to attend.”

“I understand,” said Drogon. “There will be a code word used: that word will be ‘godswood’ and if someone here says it to you, it will be a signal for a meeting at a location to be disclosed.”

[harrison-abbott]

I got a call from my Dad. He was drunk. Could hear it in the way he talked, very quickly. That slushy sound that I’d known since I was a girl. I’d just been watching and enjoying a film and had paused it for him when I saw the phone flashing … and I wondered what he was calling for. A man who had barely showed any interest in my life for 31 years. He paused speaking … and I heard him pouring liquid into a glass – a noise that I hate. “Is there anything wrong, Dad?” I asked him. The call was already 14 minutes long, wherein he’d asked me about my boyfriend, who I was no longer with, my job, which he already knew I hated, and what I’d done earlier today with my Saturday, which was largely nothing. In his background there was classical music playing. Dad was always a big classical buff. He used to tell me anecdotes about Beethoven when I was a girl. “No, nothing is wrong,” he said, after he’d drank from his glass (I could hear his lips and his breath wheeze, probably whisky the drink of choice). He then went on to tell me about his warehouse job. And this new assistant manager that they’d brought in who was mean to him. I tried to give him advice. “Dad, you shouldn’t get so worked up about that. It’ll be him that’s immature and on a power trip. Nothing to do with you personally.” And this only made him angrier. And the tenure of the call tacked on to 32 minutes. It was tiring to hear him speak this way. I’d listened to similar tones throughout childhood and adolescence. Dad wasn’t even a bad man. He just couldn’t deal with his issues in a coherent way. And for a while, when I was in my early twenties, I was super angry with him. Various draconian things he said about my life choices. But I wasn’t so irate anymore. Rather, only sad. “Well, honey,” he finally said. After a long pause in one of his monologues. “I’m sorry to bore you. I’ll leave you along for tonight.” A Schubert quintet was playing in the background. “You don’t bore me, Dad. Why don’t you get some sleep and you’ll feel better when you wake up.” He chuckled. “Thanks, honey. Night night for now.” When I went to say night night back he hung up before the second ‘night’.