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[cherryheairt]

I've been in a bit of a rabbit hole thinking about Daenys' Mamma Mia situation, and I wanted to share! Sorry this is a long one

So Rhaenyra and Daemon went to freakytown in that one brothel, she got pregnant, Daemon asks Viserys for her hand and he refuses. Rhaenyra and Laenor get married immediately, and without anything else going for him, Daemon marries Laena and leaves for Essos. Maybe they didn't even know Nyra was expecting when the wedding happened, otherwise Daemon would have taken Rhaenyra to Dragonstone to marry, like she asked him to. But now he knows for certain that's his child, probably because of the timing of the birth. That probably also fuels his refusal to go back to Westeros.

Being the kind of man he is, I feel like Daemon's sadness and regret of not being able to be with his firstborn child would translate into resentment towards Laenor and Harwin, who were raising Daenys and her siblings together with Nyra. (Even if he didn't know Harwin himself, there's one deleted scene with Laena where they discussed the fact that Rhaenyra's children were not Laenor's so he definitely knew that there was someone else in the picture).

Eventually, all that pent-up emotion would have Daemon jumping at the opportunity to push Laenor aside and take his place as Rhaenyra's husband and stepfather of her children.

Speaking of Laenor, I keep going back to the scenario of him figuring out that Rhaenyra was already pregnant when they married. He was like "Oh shit girl", but he jumped right in as soon as Daenys was born, maybe keeping a lie like "Well she really is big for a premature baby, what a miracle!!!". His flashback where he takes Daenys to the beach 🥺. Those were his children, even if not biological. Being queer, he probably wouldn't have chosen for himself to have children (because of the implication of having a wife) but in this forced situation, he came to have 4 kids, that he loved in his own way.

Leanor probably knew that Daemon was Daenys' dad, I imagine maybe that was a factor in his acceptance of leaving Westeros with his lover, knowing that Rhaenyra and Daenys would have Daemon, who would raise hell to defend them and the boys.

As for Harwin, it was very sweet that flashback where he called her "my girl". When I read it the first time, I thought that meant that he was the bio dad fr. Did he even know for certain that she wasn't his? Would that have made a difference? I don't think so. Harwin loved Rhaenyra and her children all the same.

If he hadn't died, he would have been part of Rhaenyra's Queensguard and would have also stood up against Cregan with Daemon and Jace.

At last and certaily least, I thought of that scene where Aegon also mentions Cole. He hates the Velaryon kids, that probably wouldn't change even if Daenys was his, but I can see him, waking up one night sweating like "shit, am I her dad?" Fuck you, Cole.

FREAKTOWN is a bit crazy but so real

I definitely think when Rhaenyra asked him to marry her, she didn't know about her pregnancy yet and would've told him to make him fight harder if she did. Him finding out about a babe being born 9 months later and hes like, "did she really keep my daughter from me on purpose?" and never returns until Laena's death, by then already having the daughters he loves a lot.

Maybe some ravens between Rhaenyra and Daemon after the dust settled? He's sooo jealous and spiteful towards Harwin, because while not being her blood father and knowing it that man still treated her like one. #harwin4life

Laenor, too, for being the official dad by marriage and seen by the courts. They both have everything he's ever wanted, so of course he jumps to get rid of Laenor.

Laenor loved those kids so fiercely, he just stayed away from King's Landing a lot because of how court treated him and his lover, I think if they lived on DS from the start Laenor would've been more involved (speaking from the show, he seems to be away a lot and late to important things) and accepted himself more. Definitely want to add more family flashbacks, and will! Just need to place them in spots where they don't seem too out of place sigh

Yeah, part of him leaving might have a lot to do with his insecurities. He said in the show he wishes he were born different, and I think that's partly his sexuality and partly his calm nature.

Daemon might have been in both Rhaenyra's and Laenor's ears, saying how he'd be more fit to take care of them all and defend Rhaenyra when time came to take the Throne.

Harwin did know, seeing the timelines were before Rhaenyra took him as her lover, but never cared at all. Those four were his babies, no matter their blood.

That's quite amusing to think about, a whole gang of Daenys protectors outnumbering Cregan and making everything hard for him, while Daenys is tired of it and trying to tell them thats her mans

LMAO, Cole DEFINITELY had a phase where he was certain he was the father. I think they had a night together, but Rhaenyra took the moon tea like Alicent lol. Would've been cute babies.

He probably started treating her kindly in that months/years phase, to everyone's shock. Then, he gave up when she was around five and Alicent started to make her out to be mad, insisting to himself that his offspring would be perfect

he's an alicent d*ickrider 🥱

Next chapter is delayed unfortunately due to taking more shifts 🥲 hopefully chapter 11 on monday and tweleve sometime before the weekend?

[mazwistar]

...I started listening attentively to teachers and I stopped drawing cartoons in class. I started pre-reading topics before every class and stopped socialising until the teacher comes in. I started using free time during short break and lunch to do some assignments to offload. I started completing my home works at home instead of waiting to copy from my classmates in the following morning. I started reading on the bus on my way home and to school. I started consulting from those who were ahead of me and believed that for every problem there is a solution. I also started testing myself before I write a test from my teachers, a golden strategy. School suddenly became fascinating again. ...

FROM AVERAGE TO OUTSTANDING (HIGH SCHOOL BREAKTHROUGH)

My Name is Mazwi Thabiso Magagula. Today I want to share with you my High School Journey. This is dedicated to everyone who may be reading or listening to this, If you’re in school I hope you get inspired.

It all started at Mabhibha Primary School, now known as Buhlebuyeza Primary, in 2003. Yes I am one of those who skipped grade zero for reasons I don’t wish to know. I don’t remember much details about my primary school days, because you know everything was on automatic pilot then, but I do remember that I never repeated a class and I passed my Standard 5 external examination with a good second class and I was exhilarated I was going to secondary high school. A new school and new environment was worth exploring.

In 2010, I was admitted to one of the local High Schools, Dvokolwako High to pursue my Junior Certificate. I felt like “I made it” until what I then perceived ‘’discrimination’’ popped in. There they were streaming us into select classes in accordance with our primary school performances. An activity I hated and obviously deemed unfair and painful. Honestly I felt discriminated. How could they? But then I also thought to myself “Who I am, to be in the same class with the most brilliant students?’’ I started to recall that I was from Mabhibha, a school which recently tested the bottom 3, worst performing primary schools in the country. I was crushed. I felt inferior and unwelcomed.

There were five classrooms reserved for form 1s that year. Form 1 A to E. The cream pupils were loaded in the A classroom, yes your merits and first classes. On the B classroom there were the better pupils so I thought. There was not much difference between the C, D and E classrooms but, you know, there was no way you wouldn’t feel like the dulliest pupil in the whole form 1 if you were like me in Form 1E. I hated myself, I hated the system, I despised my colleagues (well more than half of the class were regular culprits as expected from Eeee pupils), and you know everyone would get a beating for their sins. I hated this streams, I still hate them today.

I was getting Ds snaps in tests and exams my entire form 1 and it got worse in form 2. More Eeee pupils were dumped into our classroom from other schools and others chucked out by the system from the A classroom. It was better in form 2 because we had an additional classroom form 2F, worse than US and it was nicknamed “THE ZOO”. By the way, I literally failed my form 2. The number of subjects passed were down and I also got an Eeee in English. Luckily there were a lot of form1s pumping to replace me and I was pushed to form 3 on a wheel barrow. Failed and promoted. While everyone thought I was smart and quiet, I was actually an Eeee pupil. At least I was amongst the best in my classroom ;>.

School didn’t fascinate me back then. During prominent events like the Speech and Prize giving day I would always stay home. That was for the A pupils, so I thought. And yes I was right. I always thought everything good was given to the A pupils, even good teachers :>. The A pupils were really doing great (they had all the good teachers too) but instead of being inspired I was pissed. Why? When you are not the favourite kid at home you always given dirty Jobs, you eat shit, you are taught shit and at the end of the day all you know is shit. That was harsh right? But that’s how it felt to be kicked out of the classroom during learning ours to clean some dirty abandoned teacher’s warehouse because your colleagues were making noise, while the other classes carried on with learning. If there was something bad that happened in school, we had all fingers pointing to our class. I felt like Junk.

So how did I change? Mixed classes. Now these were the only classes I considered fair. My commercial classes were a real escape. Here I met other pupils from the other classes and a few of them from the A class. We all met to learn accounting and business studies from one teacher and in the same environment. This was the very first place I discovered and started believing in the power of association. The A pupils were by far performing better that the rest of us and soon enough I began to master how they were excelling. I can say the process took longer because we had a few of mixed classes and we spent a lot of time with our Eeee colleagues. Trust me it was hard for me to understand cute little sayings like “Hard work pays” at that age, but I got the chance to see it work. I applied it and the results were amazing. I began to understand that hard work always beats talent when talent thinks he is too good to work hard. First business studies topic test in form 3 (E) I got 96% and two guys from The A class scored 98% and for the first time I was the 3rd highest in my business studies class. That wasn’t much but I was thrilled by HOW I got that 96%.

It was 2012 and we went through the Waya Waya Teachers Strike and also added our own shortly after that as pupils of Dvokolwako High enraged by a delay of examination timetables. I wrote my JC examinations and again I passed with a ‘not so bad’ second class. Just like most people. I wasn’t really happy about the second class thing, but there was something different about this second class! I had a cute symbol A from business studies. I wasn’t fascinated by the A for the sake of being a cute symbol but by the fact that I knew exactly what I did to get that A from business studies which I didn’t do to the other subjects. As a wise man once said, succeed ones and everything that follows next will be a copy and paste. From that day I wanted to replicate the strategies I used to excel in business studies to the other subjects.

To my surprise, when I registered for form 4 I found my name on form 4A’s class list. Yes, there I was in a midst of wolfs. At first I was like “Oh my gosh I am going to be chowed fr good and forever” and then it came to my mind that I wasn’t thrown here, instead I earned myself a space here. See for the first time in my life I take responsibility for my academic performance. Why? Because I made it! Confucius was right when he said we are all self-made but only the successful will admit it. I spent my entire secondary in a gutter and I never admitted that I put myself there, now this!! Yes I was proud of myself but there was also this score-sheet thing that freaked the hell out of me. I was scared that my name will pop up in the worst section of this sheet. You don’t want that to happen to you, especially if your girlfriend is getting straight As in another class. So I hard to work my ass off. I knew how to get outstanding results from my JCs business studies so why not die trying to get them?

Trust me in this one, I wasn’t, at all, thinking about being the best in class instead I just wanted I just wanted to clear my name out of the worst section of that sheet of paper. From my very first class in form 4 I started listening attentively to teachers and I stopped drawing cartoons in class. I started pre-reading topics before every class and stopped socialising until the teacher comes in. I started using free time during short break and lunch to do some assignments to offload. I started completing my home works at home instead of waiting to copy from my classmates in the following morning. I started reading on the bus on my way home and to school. I started consulting from those who were ahead of me and believed that for every problem there is a solution. I also started testing myself before I write a test from my teachers, a golden strategy. School suddenly became fascinating again.

First test in form 4 (A), Physical Science test 1, Mr Simelane brought back out test scripts and started distributing them to us. I also got mine and I opened it. My eyes couldn’t believe what they saw. On a serious note, I first thought it was a 41% cause it was hand written, but really it was a 91% decorated with a shining gold star. I was evidently shaking. Mr Simelane immediately announced that the highest was 91% without mentioning a name. WOOOOW!! All the hairs on my arm and legs stood tall with prickling sensation. For the first time in my whole academic life I was on top of my class. And this was not just a class it was the ‘A’ class. This was me being the highest over the whole form 4.

I was thrown into wolfs and I came back leading the pack! Throughout 2013, in form 4 I wasn’t always the best pupil but I was constantly testing that position. I was way beyond the worst section of my class’s score sheet. At this moment I was no longer driven by fear of the score sheet but the hunger to become the best. For the first time in school, I was interested in a Speech and Prize giving day and guess what? There was none that year! NONE! Completely Nothing. I should have felt bad, but I was perfectly fine. I had my final results in form 4 they were the coolest I had ever seen.

My first encounter with being ‘the best’ was when I was in form 5, still (A) :>. Remember I said it was mixed classes that turned my academic life around? There was something else, when I was a toddler, I stabbed myself in my left eye with a knife. I have always had eyes problems in school and I was getting visionary impaired gradually. Luckily one of my teachers noticed that I had trouble getting what was written on the chalk board and I was invited to seat on the first line. Believe me this simple shift of places was a real game changer. I became more focused, more organised and I started participating more frequently in class. A killer combination.

First monthly tests in Form 5 I got aggregate 92% and yes I was the man. From that day I never wanted to be second again. SGCSE results came out I was ranked among the top 30 pupils in the whole country and yeah that was something. There I was swinging with 4 A+s a B and two Cs. 3 of those A+s were from all the mixed classes I attended and one from the A class. And yeah it was mixed classes that threw me to varsity.

For your inspiration, throughout my entire academic life I have learned that; the only way to excel in any exam is to have confidence in the exam room, and the only way to have confidence in the exam room is to know everything that the examiner may possibly ask, by heart.