#i am at peace with this not being done 'on time' for ff

[civilight-eterna]

even with the leap year i'm gonna be late to femslash february but! i will share a little preview of how the swirechenmiya maid-play is going!!!

[novaursa]

can you pls do stark female reader (not lyanna stark) x rhaegar targaryen surviving robert’s rebellion and rhaegar being king of the seven kingdoms

By Fire, By Ice

Requests are closed!

- Summary: The Robert’s Rebellion is over. The Ice and Fire rule the realm.

- Paring: stark!reader/Rhaegar Targaryen

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The days of Robert’s Rebellion feel like distant shadows now, swept away by the tide of history and the Iron Throne’s cold weight pressing beneath your husband’s claim. The rebellion failed, as many have before, leaving Rhaegar victorious and now seated upon the throne of his forefathers. You stand beside him, crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms—an outcome once unimaginable.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep echoes with the shuffle of courtiers and the murmur of conversations. Your steps are deliberate, every motion calculated as eyes follow you across the room. The banners of House Targaryen hang proudly, the three-headed dragon unfurled in scarlet and black. The court is as suffocating as you remembered it from your first days here, and yet, there’s a power in knowing that you are no longer a visitor or a mere Stark daughter.

You are Queen now, standing at the side of the man who tore your family apart yet somehow became the only one you could not let go.

Rhaegar’s silver-gold hair catches the light as he turns his gaze toward you from the Iron Throne, his indigo eyes softening. Even after all this time, after all the bloodshed and betrayal, that gaze stirs something within you—something that both exhilarates and haunts. The thought of your sister, Lyanna, often comes unbidden. Her absence lingers like a specter, one you both carry with you even if neither speaks of it aloud.

“Are you well, my queen?” Rhaegar’s voice is gentle, cutting through the room like a melody only you are meant to hear.

You nod, your lips forming a soft smile as you approach the throne, the courtiers parting before you like waves. The Iron Throne looms large behind him, the jagged edges of the melted swords reflecting the chaos it took to place him here. And yet, as you stand before him, none of that chaos seems to matter.

“I am,” you reply, your voice even. “The realm prospers under your reign. The lords grow loyal, and the smallfolk have not known such peace in years.” It is the truth, albeit one built on the bones of those who opposed him.

Rhaegar extends his hand, beckoning you closer. His touch is warm, familiar, despite the chill in the room. “You’ve done much for the realm yourself. They love you for it.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The realm loves you—more, perhaps, than they do him. A Stark queen, the North’s pride in your veins, tempered with the elegance of the South. You’ve navigated these treacherous waters well, playing your part in a game that was never meant for you. A wolf, standing in the dragon’s den.

And yet, when you look at Rhaegar, you are reminded of why you are here.

His hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers tracing a path that makes your breath hitch. For a moment, you are no longer in the Red Keep. You are no longer the queen standing before her king. You are simply the girl who had once wondered what it would be like to love him freely—without war, without blood, without ghosts.

“I never wanted the throne,” he confesses in a murmur meant only for you. “But with you by my side, I can bear it.”

His words stir something deep within you. A flicker of the man you had fallen for beneath the masks of duty and crown. You close your eyes for a heartbeat, letting yourself lean into his touch, into the quiet promise that, despite everything, you still have him.

But the moment passes, and you are queen again, with courtiers and lords watching every gesture, every word.

“You were born to be king,” you reply softly, meeting his gaze once more. “And I was born to stand beside you.”

The court murmurs in approval, and Rhaegar’s smile widens, though there is a sadness in his eyes—a shared grief that lingers like a scar across both of your hearts. The rebellion may have failed, but the cost of winning was steep.

Later, when the hall empties, and the weight of crowns and titles can be cast aside, you find yourself alone with him in the quiet chambers of the royal quarters. The firelight flickers, casting shadows across the walls. You sit beside him, your hand in his, as the silence stretches between you.

“Do you think of her?” you ask softly, unable to stop the question from spilling forth. You hadn’t meant to bring her up, not now, but the thought of Lyanna is never far.

Rhaegar doesn’t flinch, doesn’t shy away from the truth. “I do,” he admits, his voice low, heavy. “But not as I should. Not in the way a man should think of a lost love. She is a part of me, as she is a part of you.”

You bite your lip, your heart tightening. The truth of it stings, but there is relief too, in knowing that you are not alone in carrying this burden.

“She would have wanted peace,” you whisper.

“She would have,” he agrees, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. “And we have given it to the realm, haven’t we?”

You nod, but peace in the realm does not always mean peace within. The ghosts of the past linger, but in the quiet of this moment, with Rhaegar beside you, you allow yourself to believe in the future you’ve built together.

For now, the throne is his, and you are his queen. And that will have to be enough.

[velvet-paradox]

Intense

Fandom: Sleep Token (Band) Pairing: Vessel x Female reader x III Length: Long Summary: Your eepy roommates suggest they can help you out. Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, LISTEN UP PUNK I know what I'm about ok and I shouldn't even have to to explain this but for ffs this is for funsies, fictional purposes only. I don't know these British men and I don't claim to! But am I having an absolute ball listening to them everyday day since I heard Dark Signs??? Absolutely. I have not and will not know peace on Earth ever again so with that being said... my lizard brain wants to shoot my shot and get sandwiched between Vessel and III (purely based off their on stage personas) and I'm pretty sure all us worshippers would enjoy kneeling and begging for forgiveness for all the eepy guys. DON'T LIE TO ME; I'll know. ;) One late night thot lead us down this path so here ya' go, we've got: strong language, explicit content, MFM relations, polyamorous activities, kissing, oral (m receiving), p in v, protected sex, unprotected sex (don't do it!), double vaginal, dirty talking, creampie III is a mess, Vessel is along for the ride and you're indulging in the spoils of detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaint my ride or die

ENJOY!!!

You stare at the red numbers on the clock next to your bed. You blink.

Unfortunately unfazed by the hum-drum pace and the position you've found yourself in.

Ugh, how did this happen again?

The man on top of you, circling his hips against your own, balls deep in your cunt should be fun, exciting, a turn-on at least but you just laid there, once again, taking it but not getting anything out of it. You faked it the last three times just to get him to get off you, out of your apartment and out the door so you could finish yourself off with some post nut clarity. Which is what you should've done in the first place.

The first time you had sex with him, you chalked it up to nerves. It'd been a few months for him and a bit longer for you at this point. The second time you excused it as you did go out for drinks earlier in the night and the last one was just plain awful. No foreplay, bit your neck too hard and pretty much gave you a titty-twister which was not fun; at all.

But he's nice! And funny, easy to talk to you and here you are, making more excuses for a man who can't even get you off. This is just pathetic, girl.

You felt bad faking your enthusiasm but even as you moved in unison with him, hearing him huff and grate out oh my fucking god for the fifth time, he didn't even have a clue.

So you dialed it up, two more minutes had passed with him just thrusting inside you, he didn't even notice you weren't as wet as before. What a fucking disaster.

You sighed and made your O face, biting your lip and holding his waist, the slapping of skin sped up briefly before he pulled out with a groan of your name, panting as he jerked himself, tore off the condom and came on the inside of your thigh.

Fucking finally.

Your date was quick to get dressed, mentioning something about an early shift change. He gave you chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, cupping your face as an afterthought as you followed him out of your bedroom.

"I'll text you when I get home. I-- oh!"

You bounced against his back, stunned as to why he's just stopped like that when you peer around his frame. There on the couch in your living room sat your roommates.

"Oh my-- what are you guys doing home?" You asked, frantically looking between the two sober faces and their luggage by the front door. Well more like the painted chin of one and the eyes of the other. You were hyperaware of the drying cum on your leg and crossed your fingers and toes they didn't hear your activities or what remained to be seen.

"We live here, remember?" Vessel waved one of his hands, III nodding along.

"When you said you had roommates I just assumed they were other girls." Your bedfellow side talked to you as to not alert your boys.

"Is that a problem?" You asked.

"No I just uh," he looked at III when he stood, an attempt to intimidate. "It's fine um... I'll call you."

"Well that was rude," Vessel announced, joining his brother after he left. "Didn't even introduce himself."

"He won't be around for long. I wouldn't worry about it." You dryly chuckled before embracing both of them. Vessel cupped the back of your head, pressing his chin into your hair before letting III swoop you up in his gangly arms and gave you two solid spins. "Put me down! You reek."

"Ah, the mask has seen better days I'm afraid. Can't wait to get a hot shower and something in my belly. Road livin' ain't what its' cracked up to be, ya' know?" III admitted.

"Um, let me get changed and I'll make you guys some food," you jogged out of the living room, calling over your shoulder. "Lord knows what you boys eat on the road!" ....

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," You paused the movie and turned to face Vessel on the chaise lounge part of the couch, long limbs sprawled out, ankles crossed and rocking. "What's up?"

Vessel twisted his painted mouth before asking an out of pocket question. "Why do you torture yourself?"

Taken aback you wondered what he meant and crossed your legs. "What? What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean." When you showed your genuine confusion, he sat up. "Your little boy toy. Not that III and I have been cheeky little perverts and eavesdropping on your late night escapades but... we can't help but be concerned. Either you're a silent climaxer, some people are and that's totally fine and we're bold to assume or your partner isn't doing it right."

"Excuse me?"

"We've only been home a few weeks and we've heard him far more than we've heard you," Vessel explained, ignoring your anxious fidgeting and cuticle picking. "What we have heard though, is a lot of buzzing after your friend leaves."

Oh. My. God.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, desperate to get out of, out of your body and on the run. Blood pounds in your ears at the audacity of this whole conversation. Your roommates have heard you getting off, know you have toys, know your friends with benefits is lacking the benefits part and that you'd not been taken care of. You wished it was still cooler out and you could grab the usual throw off the back of the couch and hide away underneath.

"What are you guys talkin' about?" III popped in, holding a glass of chocolate milk, an absurdly long and coiled straw was hidden beneath his mask as he sucked dramatically.

Vessel smirked. "Oh just Y/N and how her new beau can't get her off."

"Oh finally! I've been dying for this conversation," III exclaimed and excited plopped down next to Vessel, scooching closer and leaning forward as he drank some more. "So what gives? Give us the goods."

"I don't... he knows what he's doing, it's just--"

"It's just he's bad at it." III giggled.

"I can get off, okay?"

"Yeah, we know that. Just not with him."

"I... fine. It might not even be him you know," you tried. "Maybe it's me. Maybe I can't get out fast enough."

Vessel quirked his mouth. "Get out of what exactly?"

"My own head. I think too much, you know that. I need to feel everything in order to shut my brain off and not worry about how many loads of laundry I need to do, when I need to switch out my sheets, did I pick up my towel in the bathroom? What should I have for lunch tomorrow."

The boys looked between themselves, shrugging and looking bewildered. "You... you think about all that stuff all while having sex?" III snorted and shook his head. "You're a madwoman, you know that?"

"I'm trying not to think of those things!"

"That's what I was afraid of," Vessel took III's now finished drink away from him and set it down. "If you want, we could help you out. Save you the trouble and the energy and uh, some battery power."

You chuckled. "You're joking. You two are gonna' help me out."

"Just say the word and we belong to you," Vessel crooned, licking his top lip. The pink of his tongue was such a juxtaposition to he obsidian black that covered his face, his arms and hands, his body. "This could be a one time deal, if it's not up to your standards, we don't have to mention it ever again or... it could be a three times a week sort of thing."

"Three times a week?!" You screeched.

"That's up to you."

....

"So uh have you guys like... done this before?" Your voice doesn't even sound like your own, shaky, breathy, uneven and higher pitched. You pointed between the duo and yourself. You hadn't but your incognito search history might say you've looked at it a few times.

They admitted their deep rooted feelings about you. Your stomach flipped for Vessel's breathy pet name of Duchess, your toes curled for III's Sweetness. 

With the way they looked at you, you couldn't even remember his name at this point.

Vessel shrugged. "Just with you."

"Just me?" You balked, you knew the guys were close, sometimes skin tight so to find out they'd not acted out was stunning and a major green light. "Oh um, I'm flattered. iI think."

"You should be. III isn't much of a talker, speaks his mind when need be."

"Unless its' dirty." III piped up with a shrug of his own, with the way his eyes wrinkled you could tell he was all smiles under that mask.

"A little tact there, brother!" Vessel scolded him, giving a backhand to his arm. "Don't scare her off."

"What? She should know. You should know. I am dripping with sin."

"III!"

"What? We're all adults here, right? An' we're talking about fucking each other so who cares?! And she might even like it. Do you like dirty talk, sweetness?" III asked with a tilt of his head.

"Uh I um... I. Well..."

"Do you," III stood and got closer, much closer, swaying his way to close the gap between you. He stood with his legs on the outside of your own. He tilted his head the opposite way and kept his eyes trained your face, the heat from the eye contact made you hot. His painted thumb touched your chin. "Like that?"

You'd never felt this kind of intimacy, this heightened level of attraction and arousal and it made you nervously laugh at the thought that it was radiating off your friends like a fucking forest fire.

You swallowed. "Yes."

"Aha! Knew it. Those pretty eyes and that fucking mouth are hiding plenty of secrets, yeah?" III pointed, that thumb of his traced along your jaw before pushing gently on the underside, making you look all the way up at him.

If they wanted to play, you thought, I guess... let's play.

"Maybe."

"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere," III chuckled and looked over at Vessel before touching your shoulder, moving the strap of your sleep shirt back and forth. His hands were hot, scorching your skin as he touched the light fabric. "Should I undress you or should you undress me? Or maybe Vessel wants to unwrap us both. What do you think?"

"I think--" your throat constricted before keeping his ardent eye contact. "I think I want to undress you first."

III liked that idea, he wiggled his shoulders and raised his arms. "I'm all yours, mama."

....

His hoodie is the first thing to go, floating down to the floor. A black compression shirt separates flesh and bone, it comes off easily over his head. He's only half painted there. You can see streaks of his skin, soft and smooth, hidden from view. His stomach tightens when you trail your hand down his chest, foreign to your hands.

"I think about you, ya' know? Not to be pervy or bold but... you are the prettiest thing we've ever seen."

His compliments make you warm, you clench around nothing.

He suddenly grabs your hand and moves it higher. "Feel that. You make my heart fuckin' pound like crazy. The first time I saw you in that green sundress, you know, the one with the little daises on it... fuck me," III admitted and dramatically bit his fist. "I've never been so hard in my life!"

You know the dress in question. It's hanging in the front of your closet. Guess it'll be making a debut and turn III on once again. 

"Oh yeah? Well maybe next time I wear it... I won't wear anything underneath."

III made the deepest of groans, moving your hand down his ribs while he undid his belt. "Fuckin' hell, don't tease me woman."

"You don't like that?"

"I like it too much! That's the problem."

His zipper was so fucking loud, it cut through the room like a hot knife. Smooth and seamless, even Vessel had to clear his throat. You looked over at him on the chaise, legs wide spread, lithe arms outstreatched over the back cushions. With three separate eye holes in his mask, it was hard to tell where he was looking but in this moment you felt them boring straight into your own.

"Keep going," he hummed and visibly bit his lip. " 'm enjoying the show."

With III was just in his boxers, it was your turn. Your disrobing would be a lot quicker as you were in a light pajama set and crew socks. You mmiiced III and raised your arms above your head, his nimble fingers danced over your sides, dragging the material up and over your head. He tossed to Vessel, who out of your peripheral, had inhaled your scent on it. He did the same with your shorts. The rush of cool fan air make your skin prickle, your clit throbbed when you fully noticed the outline of III's cock. Jesus. 

III got on his knees and lifted one your feet, gripping your ankle.

"No. Keep them on." Vessel spoke, pushing himself up off the couch and sauntered over to you, fully nude and on display. He embraced your face, pressing his forehead to yours before slinking behind III when he stood.

Vessel's painted arms looped around III's, locking them behind his back. III made a noise.

"Take him out," Vessel instructed with a low gasp. "Take him out and see what you do to him. Same as what you do to me. Hell, all of us, duchess."

ALL OF US?!

Before you got on your own knees, you touched III's hips, hooking your thumbs just beneath the fabric and dragged them down. His cock made the softest and prettiest thud against his lower belly. Your eyes bounced from their faces, down to his leaking cock and back again.

"He wasn't lying," Vessel chuckled, his chin now draped over III's shoulder. You met his eyes. "You make him rock fuckin' hard, love. Want her to take all o' that? Nah... you need her to take care of that, don't you?"

"Fuck yes." III whined. "Please."

"How are you gonna' help our good boy, love?"

III shook before your even touched him, you on your knees before him was enough to have him looking frantic. Completely at your and Vessel's mercy, you took him in your hand first, getting familiar with his length before dipping your head in worship, opening your mouth. You hesitated for the briefest of moments before angling him deeper and further into your mouth.

It was a good thing Vessel was holding him up because you felt and saw III's knees wobble once you got your stride, gliding your hands up and around his thighs, arching closer with your fingers reaching his ribcage. Your palms against his skin felt every twitch, every jolts, every fucking sigh. The noise that strangled out from his throat when you dragged your nails down his stomach had you clenching around absolutely nothing.

"That's it, you're doing such a good job, love bug. Atta' girl, get 'em off real good, yeah?"

"Yeah yeah, fuck yeah," III whined and bucked his hips, "Your mouth feels so fucking good. Suckin' me off real sweet, mama. Give it to me."

"She's good with that mouth, hmmm?"

"Oh fuck V...wait 'til she oh shit, right there-- wait 'til she's gaggin' on you. O-oh my God."

When III took the Lord's name in vain it sounded so sweet in comparison to your other lover. You could feel yourself getting wetter, more powerful than you ever had with him. You took their words of praise, locked them in a little safe in the back of your mind for safe keeping.

"You're lucky I don't shove your ass out of the way then." Vessel teased and III mewled with delight.

....

III made grabby hands at you, wiggling his fingers as he laid out on the chaise part of the couch. He wiggled, tapped and pointed towards his mouth too.

When you climbed on top of him, his arms engulfed you, bringing you chest to chest. You kissed his face over his mask, startled when he suddenly pulled the chin part of it up to his nose and kissed you for real. You whined and kissed him back harder and faster, tasting his mouth, licking inside of it. He smacked and grabbed your ass, groaning against your lips.

"You two are fuckin divine," Vessel breathed, shouldering off his robe finally, unzipping his own jeans. "Fuckin’ hell, what a sight."

You turned your head to his silky voice, watching him stroke himself.

You were in big fucking trouble.

III nipped your arm. "Want you. I want you so fucking badly. Think it'll fit? Think you can take it?"

You took a breath and held his cock, hot and ready against your pussy. Rocking against the crown, splitting your lips to ready you for him. You licked your lips and lowered down on it, your mouth instantly opening. "Fuck yes."

"Good God!" 

"Shit... a little more, love and you'll take him all the way in. That's it." Vessel cooed and pet your head, then your face. "Kiss him again."

With his heavy hand on your head you kissed III tongue first, the sounds of you two kissing had Vessel praising both of you, leaving him breathless.

III grabbed your hips, rolling and fucking up into you, breathing you in.

You and III stilled at the sudden dip of the couch.

Vessel's hand on your shoulder, his other ghosted and trailed over III's mask and vulnerable chin and mouth behind you. He lost it at that, whimpering against your cheek, a new flood of arousal coating your walls.

"Just relax pretty girl. We've got you, we got you."

"What are you--"

Vessel's thick fingers reached around your front, pressing and swirling down around your clit. "We're both gonna' fit. Just remember to breathe for us, ok?"

Holy shit. This was intense.

III's arm surged up and over your shoulder to touch Vessel, ghosting over his naked hip, gripping his bare skin.

"I've got you both. Trust me."

It was your idea to lift up, empty of III only to arch and take a deep push of Vessel. You frowned and touched III's face when Vessel pulled completely out. You both gasped when he spat. III squirmed and whined, the sudden intrusion of Vessel lining them both up against your hole, wedging their cocks inside you.

It didn't necessarily hurt, more pressure than anything and for fucks sake, you'd never felt so full in your life. 

"Fuck V! Give us a warning, holy fuck." III breathed when the frontman started to rock and move. After a few minutes of fucked out bliss, it seemed like Vessel was fucking III through your body.

He smeared his face along your spine, your shoulder, leaving wet open mouthed kisses along your neck and ear.

"Good fucking God duchess, you are absolutely soaked for us, aren't you? Can feel you really start to open up for us now, yeah? Fuck you're amazing. Isn't she?"

"Ye-yeah yeah. Positively sweet," III's eyes sparkled in an amorous way. You kissed him hard. "Can't wait to have a taste of you, sweetness."

The thought of him working his mouth on you made you keen and fuck down on them.

Limbs twisted and tangled, Vessel nipped a small, incredibly sensitive spot behind your ear before licking the shell of it. Humming and praising you with that gravely timber. He was touching you, holding onto one of your tits for stability and III did the same, using just the pad of his thumb to pebble your other nipple.

You would never recover, that much you were sure of. They were out for pain and pleasure.

On a particularly hard thrust from III your moan slipped into sex drunk chuckle. "I think she likes it."

"I'm in fuckin' heaven." You breathed, reaching back to touch Vessel's thigh, digging your nailbeds in deep.

"That's it, you fuckin' naughty thing." His hand left your breast and found a new home around your throat, turning your head to face him and receive a sloppy kiss. III moaned at that.

"You two are fuckin-- ah shit. I'm close, fuck. Give it, give it to me."

Vessel's laugh against your lips made your walls constrict.

"Just like that!" III practically yelled, digging his fingers into your thighs, alternating to your hips, changing the tortuous pace. "Fuck, 'm gonna' bust, sweetness. Fuckin' cum inside you all nice and deep. Make it stick."

"Fuck me." You hung your head and rode it out, nothing but pure pleasure and bliss was shared between the three of you. And it was worth it. "Oh you guys... aha! I'm gonna' cum."

You couldn't remember the last time you came that hard with a partner and never with two! They both rubbed their hands and mouths over your skin, groping over your sandwiched body. Vessel's chest stuck to your back like glue, III grabbed and pushed both of your breasts together as he came shortly after with a grunt of your name, stringing along a beautiful array of obscenities. 

"I've got you, I've got you both in my clutches now." Vessel's voice sounded like silk on glass next to your ear as he continued to thrust, spearing III's load all over your gummy walls. III reached out a lazy hand and Vessel took it, lacing their fingers together over your shoulder. 

Skin on skin on skin.

III leaned up for another smooch with you greedily enjoyed, smacking your spit and lips together until all you could feel and hear was Vessel shudder behind you.

....

Vessel couldn't stop smiling as you giggled, helped to your bedroom, wedged between them on your bed as they cleaned you up. You would certainly need to clean up that side of the couch later. III was careful of your more tender bits, being stretched out and filled, removing black grease paint of where they were.

He drummed his fingers over your arms when he was finished, molding his body to yours. His head against the side of your neck. III soon joined in the snuggle, jumping into bed and under the covers with you. He gave you another kiss before pulling his mask back down, and pet Vessel's head.

Your phone buzzed when your boys had fallen asleep, you had a feeling of who it might be and if this is how the future looked; there was no way you were gonna' give this up.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

There is no chance I will finish this episode tonight because tomorrow is a work day and I must sleep, but I was PROMISED a scene with Madam Zhang and Minglan just now and I have no self-control 😔

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Aww, cutiepie 🖤

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NOOOOO, GU TINGYE TURNED HIM INTO LUNCH 😭

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LMAO, idiot, you are sitting alone in the middle of the forest right in his line of sight and he's obviously looking for you.

What do you think looking away is going to do?

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Congratulations on the baby but condolences on having to fuck your worthless husband to get there 😔

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OH MY GOD.

KILL ALL MEN.

OK, Tingye, Changbai and Shitou can stay, but to the dumpster with the rest of them.

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LMAO, drag him, Changbai.

I also feel like he is making problems where there shouldn't be any.

Just get rid of the damn concubine yourself, OMG, and continue fucking your legitimate wife in peace.

But no, he wants the dramatics.

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LMAOOOOO, GIRL, HE IS YOUR HUSBAND!! 😅😅

I AM THINKING HE IS GOING TO BE A DIRECT PARTICIPANT!

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They are not being subtle at all, lol 🤣🤣

We get it, okay, a baby is coming to the Gu family!

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Oh, fuck off.

It's about time somebody told you to shut up.

And the worst thing is, there is no point to her ugly scheming and backstabbing. Her son is useless and can't function on any level, what is he going to do with a noble title even if he was to inherit it? He would run the entire family into the ground within a few years. If she just quit even now, both she and her son and all their descendants could live in wealth and splendour for who knows how long, but no. She is rotten to the core and just can't help herself.

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He is Sheng Hong the Second.

So weak and self-serving. He doesn't deserve his magnificent wife.

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She's finally being honest and if he has any brains he should listen and reassure her.

The truth is, as a woman, she is so limited and reliant on his whims. How can she trust him? He is asking too much of her too soon.

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OMG, set your ego down for five minutes, please.

She's a smart woman, of course she is. She's just trying to survive.

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Oh, shut the fuck up.

Right now, he reminds me of those men who run around screaming, "There is no gender discrimination anymore! Men have it worse!"

He's usually so smart and now he's letting his insecurity get the better of him.

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Drag him, Minglan.

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Oh, ffs.

Is he seriously bringing this up again? I thought he was better than that.

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I don't know about her, but you are seriously starting to get on my nerves.

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She should have smacked him harder. WTF was that entire scene, in front of other people, no less.

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I'm so tired 😑😑

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LMFAO

Definitely my favourite couple here.

They should give me a drama with just Xiaotao and Shitou being up to no good and stupid in love. And make it a comedy.

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Aww, TGCF flashbacks 🦋🌹

Luckily, Hua Cheng is a ghost and therefore already dead, so life is already over and done with and the banquet can now truly be neverending with his immortal god of a husband.

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LMAO, yes, Tingye, when are you going back to your wife's room?

You're messing with his love life too because Xiaotao is now mad at you both 🤣🤣

I love them so much 🖤

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Empress Dowager gets on my very last nerve.

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Oh, ffs.

Haven't we all already agreed that you should shut up forever?

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Oh, Tingye 😔

At least this will (hopefully) buy you some pampering from Minglan.

[virginreprise]

okay i found you today after someone reblogged junky pride and holy motherfucking shit you are a brilliant writer of both plot and smut... there are a lot of incredible authors in this fandom but for real i am truly blown away! your style is really distinct and captivating and i hope this series gets more attention as it circulates on here because the people need to become acquainted with trailer park joel ffs! oyur note after pt 2 about a tentative depressing ending already hurts too much and i want to refute it lmao. i hope that changes but i do get how that hurt is really interesting in fiction. i fear i will not recover though, my benevolent author. i am on the edge of my seat and i look forward to all future parts - truly truly not in the weird pressure-y way because i'm just happy to have come across this at all and excited to re-read. p.s. not to be super dramatic but i am morbidly curious if you write for your job or if you study english or writing because i'm like "this bitch (affectionately ofc) is a fucking poet!!!!!!"

i am done being a crazy bitch on main but thank you for sharing your work, for real.

i was just about to go to bed but I caught this in my inbox and no joke, it made me cry 😭 this is the sweetest ask I've ever received!!

complimenting my style is truly one of the highest honours. a lot of the time, (and I'm sure many writers can relate) i get awfully insecure about the way i write - feeling it comes across as messy or too diverted from the main idea so to hear something like this is really special to me. also yeah...depressing endings. they've kinda been my brand over my writing journey lmao. idk i get wrapped up in the melancholia and find it so much more interesting to write than simple fluff, although i do love that too.

howeverrrrr, i do want to continue with junky pride, if only slowly. deadlines stress me out so I never want to promise anything and then not act on it. i constantly have unfinished works in my google docs so i wanted to kinda leave part two of junky pride with somewhat of a conclusion. again, for my own peace of mind i won't tell you for sure that i'll get part three out but we'll see where it goes!!

also, i wish i wrote for my job lol. i don't study creative writing which is my true passion but I do study english literature, and i've read a lot of books in my time. also lots of fanfiction. there were two arthur morgan fics i read a year ago that i hold very dear to my heart and have been a major source of inspiration for transforming my writing from something simplistic to something much more well-rounded and substantial. i've also been writing fanfiction on and off for about two years now, so i've had a lot of practice!!

either way, i thank you again. you really made my night, anon!! tbh, seeing lots of my fave blogs like and reblog junky pride (and indebted to you which I think has gained me more traction on this app lmao) has truly made me so happy!! i can't describe how appreciative i am towards anyone who liked, or even just read my work ♡

[tessarionbestgirl]

"Aegon is injured and Aemond may or may not have something to do with the fact". This is what Aemond's actor said regarding ep 5. Therefore, we don't know for sure what Aemond wanted or didn't want to do at Rook's Rest so we are again in for a guessing game. And this is one of my problems with the show. They think they are being oh so mysterious and whatnot with this kind of "storytelling" but the truth is that it's just extremely frustrating. The characters have very little screentime (aemond has less than 3 minutes per episode ffs), a lot of important events are just skipped and what little we see is unclear and ambiguous so I have to guess or create headcanons. Like, sorry, but I'm not interested in this. Idk, this show and everything related to it just leaves me annoyed, confused or even angry. What's your experience regarding this?

I understand the annoyance and frustration over this aspect of the show because big part of my dislike for Fire & Blood comes from exactly that same reason. Is a fake story book that I don't even know if half of it is true or not with countless inconsistencies regarding war events and ambiguities about characters motivations.

And a adaptation can only be to a extension better or worse than the source material. So Ryan and his team, have in hands a complicated situation. I know he says to the public that he approached the material as being green propaganda. But he is lying, a lot of things he does with TB to me are prove of that. A lot of pr for House of the dragon is all about what they want you to believe for now what their intentions are. So if we take a lot of what they say in face value we are being lied to. So any HC you and I could created base on that is just end feeling like a betrayal and pointless.

But the final product speaks for it self more than the actors or Ryan or Sarah. Because they did lay ground for the conclusion of the story to be " in war there is truly never a winner" and one of the core of the story from George idea is to end with you questioning who was the right side or the dance.

They say for exemple the it was recorded dubious if Daemon or Aemond actions are intentional or not. But we also see they feeling guilty over it. S1 had a big discussion on the fandom over Daemon taking Rhaenyra to the brothel was intentionally done to tarnish her honor or not, and this season we see him feeling guilty over it, same with B&C same with Aemond and Luke's situation.

Whatever, if this is intention to adapt the the questionable reality of book or make people speculate who is justified or not. That end up just add to a theme on the show,in witch, is about how the intentions don't matter and will not matter in the end. Viserys all him wanted was have a peaceful family life but as Alicent said "he intentions died with him" and that goes for all characters.

Aemond always felt he deserved the crown more than Aegon, maybe he wanted to hurt his brother but he is willing to pay the price of killing his own brother and become the monster that history eventually will paint him to be? That is what they are trying to say with Heleana asking him that and Alicent growing fear of what her son is becoming.

So I will say that my problem with this subject is way less annoying in the show than in the book and while in part I find fun to speculate over those dubious thing they do, I also feel uncertaint over what they will do with those characters, this season I am very scared of the possible out come for Alicent as character. And I certainly despite the fandom discourse that is generated by the "open in the air" scenes. I think that is the factor that frustrating me the most. Because there was a time where was fun to engage on public conversations about media. But HOtD fandom is so toxic and lack any media literacy that even end up affecting how I sometimes interact with the fandom and watch the show.

And that is a big irony of it all because I sure despite Ryan intensions and how he will end the show. The fandom will not change their mind of who is the true winner/justified and what the story is about.

[dapurinthos]

the facts were these (/pushing daisies narrator man i miss pushing daisies):

jedi facts: in this nebulous '5th quarter', a skirmish broke out on felucia, sifo was assigned to negotiate peace talks. peace talks ‘failed’, he was ‘killed’. there was a 2nd jedi present when he ‘died’. sifo’s body was cremated.

valorum’s facts: it was a senate committee working on the syndicate matter but shame shame drugs shame valorum himself contacted sifo to ‘stabilize’ things sifo AND silman were killed on felucia no bodies

pyke facts: we know nothing masters jedi sirs. honest. okay we saw him but we didn’t see anyone else. okay okay we saw him AND the advisor. we shot ‘em both down over our moon because we made an alliance with this guy calling himself tyranus. we retrieved the jedi’s body and snatched up the advisor, didn’t tell tyranus. u want him? u can have him.

silman’s facts: they TRICKED US precious the pykes killed sifo because tyranus wanted to use his identity

dooku's facts: sifo-dyas understood he saw the future that is why he helped me

the floating timeline of sifo goes like this:

tan divo & the coruscant police’s racist investigations (prior) unhelpful; investigations into hutts go slightly better (35BBY)

other syndicates threatening a full-out gang war in the coruscant underworld due to the pykes’ almost complete control over the production of raw spice (kessel, etc.)

senate committee goes uh-oh

valorum goes uh-oh, calls sifo for a meeting

sifo departs coruscant w/ silman, in a jedi t-6 shuttle

sifo & silman (the delegation) arrive on oba-diah

council messages with orders to attend to flare up on felucia

sifo leaves oba diah with silman, reaches distance of oba diah moon before being shot down by the pykes. silman is taken by the pykes.

dooku arrives at jedi temple (to delete kamino data), talks with jocasta, qui-gon, yaddle

battle of theed (45.04.19 hurrah an actual date)

at least one night passes; news of qui-gon’s death percolates.

dooku goes to confront sidious, has already ‘dealt’ with sifo-dyas, precise dates of 'dealing with' unknown.

what the fuck is a fifth quarter? it’s the time of year between black friday or christmas and the end of january in the us apparently. it’s a fiscal term. or, legally, the three full calendar months of the thirteenth calendar month from the final closing date. whatever the fuck THAT means in this gffa. HOWEVER we know there is calendric fuckery because this is star wars there is ALWAYS calendric fuckery. judicial uses the 10 month calendar. coruscant reckoning uses a (supposedly) 365 day calendar (i make this work by saying there are 3 uncounted days, the way the 10-month calendar is both 350 days AND 368 days).

possibilities: ‘the fifth quarter’ refers to those days in the 10-month calendar that aren’t counted; it’s the time between the festival of stars and new year (both one-week holidays). HOWEVER HOWEVER they also totally screwed up how the dates go by putting the battle of yavin too late in the coruscant reckoning year that it necessitates the phantom menace taking place in 33BBY so that’s what i think of THAT calendar (i did figure out the equalisation tho because i am like that. the crc has to start on 11.33 of the 10-month calendar). it can ALSO be the summer if you're talking in terms of school. ffs.

or, since the crc was done BASED ON VIBES we can go based on MY vibes (which are objectively correct) and place sifo-dyas's death date on 04.04 because:

four is death

it's before all of naboo, which puts it in line w/ tales of the jedi

it's recent enough that dooku's still doing to be a complete scribble over it

it works with disney AND legends in that it takes place post-perlemian gathering/kamino-informing and before naboo

the nitty-gritty (but not the nitty-nitty gritty) timeline (brackets are my own personal timeline, the / dates are how far through the year they are, counting down, so 32.9BBY is the 2nd month of 33BBY):

42.??.??, 35BBY: tan divo’s investigations into pyke spice trafficking begins. he fucks this up by giving into racism and believing all pykes are involved in this spice trafficking. 33BBY/32.8 (44.05.26): yinchorri attack on jedi temple; two killed; proposed point at which sifo leaves the council (final attempt at getting council to believe in his vision of the necessity of an army in the wake of the yinchorri incident, in the wake of the yam’rii incident) 32.5 (08.26): eriadu trade conference; assassination of trade fed. leadership 32.4 (09.23): passing of prop 31-814D, taxing free trade zones ???: trip to kwenn (unknown date, only that sifo is not on council) 32.4 (09.31): finis valorum under investigation for corruption 32.4: mas amedda appointed vice chancellor; valorum’s powers limited (10.01): valorum appears before court to answer corruption charges 32.3/10.05: election day, standard day each year; amidala elected queen 32BBY (45.03.23): chommell sector summit announcement 32 (03.35): gathering on perlemian orbital facility (plagueis drops the anvil about kamino to sifo-dyas) (04.02): valorum calls meeting with sifo, he and silman depart later that day (04.03): arrival on oba diah (04.04): message from council, re: felucia; departure from oba diah; shot down (04.05): blockade of naboo begins; 1 week since perlemian gathering

31.9BBY/04.14: the phantom menace begins.

04.18: arrival on coruscant; dooku & qui-gon speak during the day after the first high council meeting, before qui-gon goes to collect anakin from palpatine’s residence; departure for naboo that night; flight takes overnight. 04.19: v. early morning on coruscant is ~ mid-afternoon naboo time; occurrence of deaths: plagueis (early CR) > qui-gon (aft NB) > maul (aft NB); naboo is about 12+ hours ahead of coruscant in terms of time; result of no-confidence vote daytime on coruscant (evening naboo) 04.20: swearing-in of chancellor palpatine (coruscant day), jedi ready to leave for naboo in afternoon (early morning 21st naboo > arrival late 21st naboo). dooku confronts sidious at the limerge building in the works just before sunset. kills yaddle. there’s probably a sloppy attempt at sex here because dooku just wants out of his own head sorry not sorry 04.21: sidious departs for naboo, early coruscant morning 04.22 naboo: funeral of qui-gon jinn held 3 days post-battle of theed in naboo evening (coruscant morning)

[isakvaltersnake]

first watch was for me, now second watch for THOUGHTS

Act 1:

obsessed with the way they turn into each other when the cake is coming down slash how Henry slips into Alex when getting up

zahra is so hot my goD I want her to top me

Henry showing off in his fuck boy raybans and fancy vintage car YOU WANT HIM TO WANT YOU SO BAD ITS EMBARRASSING

Henry’s soul leaving his body at “Vicky 👊”

Henry being turnt by the way alex smells

Henry’s “I need to get out of here” upon first meeting alex and deeply understanding that this beautiful boy could ruin the charred remains of his heart if he let him

Henry IMPOSSIBLY AND HOPELESSLY CHARMED

straight up FUCK miguel

Henry using bitmojis is how you really textually understand he has like 1 friend

Henry is so bad at dancing oh baby you would’ve been laughed out of a middle school gym with those moves

why am I mad that everyone got low at the wrong part of the song

ALEX WANTS TO LOOK COOL IN THE RED ROOM SO BAD ITS EMBARASSING

THE LOOK WHEN HENRY LEAVES ALEXS ROOM FUUUUUUUUCKING HELL

Act 2:

the fucking polo scene. Alex so horned up, Henry so sweaty. chefs kiss

henry infinitely smoother than alex wow

only momentarily AND ALEX TOOK THAT AS A CHALLENGE

Henry playing with that fucking ring like it’s a noose around his neck

ALEX FFS ACT LIKE YOU'VE BEEN SOMEWHERE BEFORE

this sex scene actually just being a clean demonstration of two people who fill each other with so much comfort and peace engaging in a physical act of love wowwww they invented romance wtf

I do love this alex in texas side quest seeing as there wasn’t time for the book storyline

SHOULD I TELL YOU THAT WHEN WE’RE APART YOUR BODY COMES BACK TO ME IN MY DREAMS

giggling during sex is peak romance these nerds are IN LOVE

HE SAID NO SO FAST THESE NERDS ARE IN LOOOOOVE

“look at us now” and the way I yelled DIVORCED OSCAR?!

“it won’t even matter if anyone sees us” the way you could see henrys heart shatter in real time jesus

i felt myself getting too close and i didn't want to break his heart. henry, my love, baby girl, boo boo the fool.

Act 3:

BECAUSE IT COSTS YOU NOTHING. No Henry in fact this is costing me everything. Kwjakasnsnkanskamskkaksjmsbwkkss

I will not trade one prison for another SORRY THE ANGST GIRLIES ARE EATINGGGG

sorry but if the love of my life ever danced with me in a low lit museum and told me he would try to be brave for us I would simply cease to exist

low key lmao and well done @ Alex’s grip on Henry in bed cause the last time they slept together Henry snuck out in the middle of the night and ghosted him for a week straight

ngl I hate that they didn’t even get a phone call before the speech

ok so i didn't get america he is my choice but i did get i fell in love with a person who happens to be a man and that man happens to be a prince

baby he says like I haven’t been waiting like an hour and a half to hear it

Alex watching Henry play piano oh honey he is never beating the competency kink allegations

stephen fry Alex already admitted it what’s your endgame my dude

Henry leaning back to talk back to his gramps like he was going into sport mode was v sexy actually

THE FINGER TOUCHES

straight up Rachel Maddow with more lines that pez, she should’ve had her own promo

Henry with the hand hold/hand in the crook of alex’s arm combo was so baby girl of him I couldn’t be prouder

they traded the key and the ring back cause it was only til they could have all of each other again and now they can pls kill me this is the end

do you think anyone noticed? I hate him so much omfg

[khaleesiofalicante]

HI HELLO HI HI DANI🌻🌻🌻

I HAVEN’T BEEN HERE IN WHAT?? months??

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN????? I MISSED YOU!! And the Tumblr chaos as well.

Life update: the past six months have been shit?? I had a mysterious illness lmao and some other crazy shit happened but I finally finished my masters and now I’m a post grad in public health??? truly thought for a minute there that this degree will finish me before I finish it. But I just came back from Goa and the moved out of Bombay (Shahrukh Khan; you will be terribly missed). I mean not everything was bad—there was sone good in between too but it’s my life motto to be as dramatic as possible!!.

Anyways, BIG NEWS, I might be moving to Sri Lanka for a few months for this new project?? It’s not finalised yet (I’m only like 30% sure for now) but there’s a big chance that I might cause it seems like amazing work in the health sector and the location is fucking bangers. Living in Bombay has made me realise that I’m a sea person ooofff>>>

Also, I finished part 1 of LRHWY last night finally lmao. Only took me a year lol. I’m starting the amnesia and murder mystery au now and part II now that I finally have some time free.

You are writing another MAVID Pain fic?? I’ve been through hell in these past few months dani this is not what I need right now. I will first read that parent LB fic though.

Once again, HOW ARE YOU????????? pls tell me someone had a better time than I was having these past few months ffs shsjsjjkkl

Here’s a picture of a sunrise from Goa.

Eeshu! Hello!

I'm so sorry the last six months were so difficult. But I am so proud of you for managing to get so much done (and so brilliantly!) despite the challenges.

I'm even more proud that you came back and finished LRHWY. It always gives me hope when writers come back to fics because even though we are not writing them, it doesn't mean we're not thinking about them :)

Congratulations on your degree and on completing this marvelous story! You totally deserved that break in Goa.

I hope you are settling into your new place well. Please take it easy.

The last six months for me were just working + writing. I managed to complete one of the big projects and published a book (for work!) and now we're moving into the second phase of the project which will run for the rest of the year. So, I'm gearing up my team for that.

I myself am currently in Thailand (for work - sigh) but I am hoping to stay back for a week after my work thingy and have some fun. So, I'm really looking forward to being done with May and starting Pride Month with a bang hehe.

You will most definitely enjoy Sri Lanka. But remember to not go down south because even though they have the 'beach towns' they are full of tourists and are very....overwhelming. If you like party beaches, then that's the place. But if you want to enjoy the ocean and its beauty and just chill in peace, always go to the East <3

Sending love x

[sharksa-shivers]

Want an idea of the beginning dynamic? Aitey lol

(Early af group chat stuff lol, Kristy still getting used to things…Max just drags her into one and then Sharky after a while lmao)

Kristy: Look, i'm fucking terrified of him okay???

Kristy: How in the hell are you not??? Did you see what happened earlier??? With that fish??? And you're still so set on him being harmless??? THAT WAS HORRIFYING TO WATCH HONESTLY…

Max: Lmao, i never said sharky couldnt be intimidating or scary or anything, he hella fucking can if he reallt wants to

Max: thing is that last bit tho, "wants to" would be your key phrase lol. Sharkys chill as fuck 99% of the time…Also he's a giant puss and would coward the fuck out of doing any of thay shit your so scared of. He memes but hed never get over it mentally if he actually hurt somebody like that lmao

Max: he harmlesssssssss uwu, you juwt don't wanna fuckin listen again

Kristy: IM…ARE YOU SERIOUS????

(~Mr. Darktide Rising~ has been added to the group chat. Welcome!!)

Sharky: Yo

Sharky: ….Oh we're on this shavinksta again? Ok.

Kristy: MAX, WHAT THE FUCJ???????

Max: lol, needa get over it, i ain't lettin ya worm out of friendship that easy

Max: Sharky, tell krista something fuckin cool, legit, like whatever

Kristy: God fucking damnit Max!!!!!!! AND IT'S KRISTY

Sharky: Erghhhhhh, hmmmm…

Sharky:(sends a picture of packaged gel pens)I got some new glitter gel pens, can't wait to use these bad boys on some art.

Sharky:(texts picture of a blue rock)Also got this cool aquamarine rock earlier too. It's my birthstone so that's pretty neat. (March, if you were wondering)

Sharky:(sends bunny gifs and stickers)Also bunnies.🐰Bunnies are cool.🐇 You like bunnies Kristy? Pretty sure everybody does… Kristy: anxiety overwhelming, can't do this, fuck…

(Kristy - Has left the chat)

Sharky: ……..Oh, ok.

Max: Man, don't feel bad, just gotta keep trying…

Sharky: I shouldn't fucking have to keep trying to get some basic fucking respect but whatever…

Sharky: Never mind, fucking hell…Gonna draw, maybe rest. Dunno, just…I need to calm down, fucking hell…

Sharky: Fucking hate myself more and more every damn day…And I never actually fucking do anything to earn that…I haven't ever hurt anybody but everyone fucking hurts me…Sick and tired of it…

Max: Dude, fuck, cmon!!!

Sharky: Nah, i can't like…Handle this right now, i need to lay down, really upset now…Just want alone time…

Sharky: I know you want to fix it and i appreciate it Max but you can't fix everything, you can't. You just can't…And some people are always going to fucking hate me for what i am and i can't change that either…

Sharky: Ffs…So fucking done…

Max: Plz, just wait a minute!!!

Sharky: Anyway, laters, peace…

(~Mr. Darktide Rising~ has left the group chat)

Max: like fuckin hell i wont at least try to fix everything

Max: ……..This ain't over and i ain't deletin shit…Ima keep dragging both of you together until you get along on basic terms, this is fuckin ridiculous as fuck ------------- Yeah, so this is more a starting point lol Kristy at first is ABSOLUTELY PETRIFIED of Sharky...And for all the usual reasons... At first Sharky tries to explain and befriend her and whatnot but Kristy is so scared and distrusting of everyone (Probably because she got...yknow, kidnapped and dragged halfway across the world or something, idk lol) She doesn't trust him at all and is constantly thinking the worst of him... So thusssssssssss Sharky starts getting more bitter and pissy and angry towards her because...Well, fuck it. He's tired of being nice to somebody that's constantly throwing shit at him...Which, i do not blame him. (Sharky does have his limits as does...Everyone...) And Max is just like...The awkward middle man that's trying to fix shit because Sharky's his best friend/brother and Kristy's like his new bestie and "wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll we're a team now so you two dumbasses are gonna have to get along to some capacity!!!!" And Max isn't wrong there with the last point either lol... Kristy warms up more to Sharky as she gets more comfortable being in the Campsite and being forced around Sharky and whatnot...It just takes time...And Sharky isn't going to reject somebody who wants to change their mind on him (because he's had to do that a ton of times in his life and...He always wants that circle of close people to get bigger so...) Yeah, yknow lol Also Max is bad at remembering people's names (with Kristy tho, cuz she's being urhhh so bitchy towards the Campsite people who had absolutely nothing to do with her kidnapping and everything, he starts saying the wrong names on purpose cuz it pisses her off lol, that's a beginning joke...) And also also, in case you're wondering: Sharky ate a fish alive in front of em, that's what Kristy was going off about in the beginning bit lol...

[masterserris]

spoilers under cut for spiderman 2 for ps5

I HATE HOW SYMBIOTES ARE PURE EVIL THIS IS BULLSHIT JUST LIKE MSM 2017 SHOW THIS IS BAD FAITH, BAD. BAD BULLSHIT THEY ARE NOT EVIL FUCK YOU ENTIRELY

booooo no eddie brock

at least harry didnt die. i was worried they were gonna kill him but thank god not. tho he is in a coma :(

antivenom cool hehe

otto at the end: "shove it up your ugly ass, you heard me, shove it up. your ugly ass i aint tell you shit fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you." honestly? good for him ehheheh

mysterio!!! looks and sounds like Phantasm mysterio! yeee! tho a bit more... deranged. and too basic white bread looking he needs his scowl and dark hair cut shhhhh but his costume is on point!

BECKY REDEMPTION RAAAAAAAAAAAHHH LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Betsy being the one to pull becky's strings works so fucking good ooohhh my godddd they wanted to capitalize off of his work and they were the only ones who appreciated him OUGHGH

like he loved them and they loved him but that loved turned to poison and led to this i fucking LOVE IT RAAAAAAH

the scream fight was good. i loved pete and mj talking it out through the fight, that was the heart and soul of it ehhe. still hate that all symbiotes are evil ffs

so what i gather from this is that venom is the envoy of knull bc of the symbol everywhere and his arrival to earth on the meteor and all. like he seems to be able to control symbiote matter and other symbiotes at will like the core of the hive. so. i guess it's an evil knull-ified venom. msm 2017 was also an evil venom but that was his own choice? knull already peaced out billions of years ago, it was betrayal that made venom from their old hatred of being torn from their hosts so. blegh

this venom is like if movie venom stayed with riot to conquer the earth. and had hive powers/wasnt cut off from the hive like he was in the comics when he first showed up in og secret wars.

also also?????? why not let the earth become a symbiote hive???? i dont see a downside here guys gimme one.

(seemed kinda like the darkhold/some dark magic with how they all turn to dust as soon as the meteor core is destroyed. or that really is the heart of klyntar/knull. anyways. blegh. no goos anymore im sad.)

like i am being serious. klyntar /would/ heal the earth. we could get a lot of shit done if we cleared our heads and stopped fighting all the fucking time jesus. we could become so great together I AM SERIOUS. i wanna be a klyntar host so BAD. i am 100% straight faced balls deep serious about this.

[madraleen]

Attack on Titan - Hajime Isayama Vol.22-25: A "Herein I Start To Lose My Mind" Commentary

-oh dina killed mama yeager?! er. that's. huh. how life works out

-what are you talking about, they're not the transformers, you literally INJECT THEM WITH TITAN SPINAL FLUID TO TURN THEM INTO TITANS AND THEN CALL THEM MONSTERS YOU MORON!?

-HE NAMED EREN AFTER THE OWL

-GODDAMN MANGA EXTRA SPECIAL POWERS AND THEIR GODDAMN TIME LIMITS, THIRTEEN YEARS FFS ARGH I HATE YOU

-if we time-jump to eren's weakening body when his time's up i'll kick something

-"I'm sorry. I can't hate anything anymore."

-so much juicy info, i cannot take it all in and i desperately want more

-sensei, did you specifically have levi say that eren is fifteen only because he looks seventy in the next panel?

-so wait, we're essentially at war with another nation that we didn't even know existed until a few days ago

-so fight genocide with genocide is the the marley logic

-...for real? that's a thing owl actually said, 'mikasa, armin and the others' or is eren confused?

-i'm sorry, but “i'll pick a fight with anything and everything that moves if it offends my sensibilities” eren is and will always be the best eren

-it's nice seeing eren empower armin, like armin's done so many times for eren

-who is this being eaten by dogs?

-this is the first time eren's not being transparent. i mean, he's not very good at it, but still

-okay, we're now about a year later from the first attack. i think.

-eren's hair is longer :)

-EEEEEE WE'RE SEEING THE OCEANNN

-WE'RE *IN* THE OCEAN!

-i have loved this story and the characters so much that i'm constantly worried that somewhere along the way i'll get disappointed

-HISTORY TEACHER ERWIN

-i was like, why is levi not a PE teacher or sth, but no, janitor's right, he's always cleaning up everyone's messes

-I WANT TO READ ATTACK ON SCHOOL CASTES!

-what four years? what is fort slava? where are we? is this a random concurrent war?

-I VOTE FALCO FOR OUR NEXT WARRIOR! YOUR NEXT WARRIOR. wait. whose side am i on again

-hilarious. marley persecutes the eldians for being the titan bloodline, while at the same time saying "the power of the titans is absolute" as it keeps them in their military. hilarious. (i am not laughing.)

-reiner with the facial hair, alright alright i see you

-this is disgusting. these are literal human-titan bombs. how dare you, marley

-it's weird to see that even zeke succumbs to the marleyans as an eldian

-paradis be like I'M THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE I EAT YOUR SHIPS FOR BREAKFAST

-"a force of flying freaks"?!?! WATCH YOUR MOUTH, ROYAL BOY!

-OH! galliard has ymir's titan? rip ymir.

-gabi is so entertaining

-eyyy, the reiner fam!

-oh we're touching on soldiers' ptsd, i see i see

-mannn... this "we're the good eldians, it's the island eldians that are the devils" rhetoric...

-reiner has aged fifty years in this family dinner

-i'm loving the marleyan chapters. a welcome respite, a welcome change of pov

-DON'T CALL OUT SASHA LIKE THAT REINER YOU JERK

-come now, that's jean slander

-marley has gone to war with everyone at some point, goddamn

-man, with all this info i wish i could go back and reread everything with reiner's pov in mind and catch all the little nuances. i mean, i CAN go back and read it, but you get what i'm saying.

-did eren actually look that bloodthirsty or is it reiner's pov, i can't remember anymore

-EEEEEEE REINER IS KILLING HIMSELF WHAT. wait. what about the armor titan?! he didn't do it, okay, but what was the plan here?!

-HOLD UP HOLD UP IS THAT EREN?! ARE THEY INFILTRATING MARLEY?! DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT

-is this grandpa yeager is eren meeting the fam

-hahaha reiner paying for the kids at the festival

-okay but that facial hair on eren? not working for him, no offense baby. on reiner? great, fantastic, good choice. on eren? bring the shaving cream

-WHAT WILL TYBUR ANNOUNCE JUST SAY IT, GODDAMN!

-yes, right, it's eren yeager that single-handedly opposes fritz's peaceful world, FUCK YOU

-OH OKAY EREN IS STILL ON FIGHTING MODE THANK GOD I WAS WORRYING HE'D MAKE HIMSELF A SACRIFICIAL LAMB

-no wait i'm scared i'm not convinced, how is this helping paradis, this is making things worse

-if eren turns himself into a sacrificial lamb for any reason, like sacrifice himself in a 'kill your bad guy to have peace' way, i'm actually gonna be angry. FIGHT! that's what we've always said. FIGHT!

-(i can't wait to see the paradis' people pov, this has been all so distancing)

-i think it's knowing that "the end was divisive" that's destroyed me. when i started the manga, it was a fact, something to go 'haha' about. now that i'm invested, i'm like BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHAT IF I DON'T LIKE THE ENDING? WHAT IF IT SULLIES EVERYTHING THAT CAME BEFORE?

-i am in peak obsession, that's it, i've peaked.

-bon appetit eren. enjoy that tybur i guess

-in this endless cycle of violence gabi can be marley's eren, you know. she WILL destroy you if you get her mad

-ah udo getting crushed by the mob... that's the worst

-do we want this, do we want to fight war hammer, i don't understand the plan 

-EEE PARADIS WHOOSH WHOOSHING

-eren please go home. i don't know what this is about yet, but mikasa is right

-ah yes, hi jean. i see the true mark of boys growing up is long hair and facial hair

-OH this wasn't a plan-plan, it was eren! PLEASE GIMME POV PLEASE, eren, bb, what are you doing. eren bb mikasa's still saving your ass, eren talk to us

-and hello sasha, i see the true mark for girls growing up is cutting their hair shorter

-CONNIE SHORT HAIR AND NO FACIAL HAIR HE'S THE MVP HE'S THE HERO WE NEED

-LMFAO GALLIARD BOOKED IT at the thought of levi

-C'EST LEVI MY HEART MY LOVE MY ANGEL MY PRIDE AND JOY MY TREASURE MY-

-what are we doing here guys why are we here :'( EREN WHAT DID YOU DO

-i don't know, eren, at this point... chomp man chomp! *FACEPALM*

-levi my love you are so beautiful.

-everyone: uniforms. levi: A CAPE

-please, please spare me from this hell i just want to read attack on school castes please

[lordystrange]

what’s going on in gaza is awful and any human being with a heart wants it to stop, but it is not a genocide and doesn’t even meet the definition of a genocide. (in ethnic cleansing one’s population does not GO UP like the population of Palestine whose population has only doubled and tripled over the years they also claim they were being cleansed, compare that to the multiple jewish populations who used to exist in the neighboring arab states who now no longer exist, and THAT is what ethnic cleansing looks like) it’s a WAR and people die in wars, millions of people can die in wars, and bad things happen, because war is hell, but it’s also a war that Hamas started when they snuck in and murdered over a thousand people, and every death toll or story coming out of gaza is from the gazan health ministry which is run by Hamas which cannot be trusted because they are terrorists (which used to be common sense but this is upside down world now)

So let’s be real here. Isreal govt and military is not beyond reproach and are no angels, no govt or military is, and for any legitimate war crimes they are proven to have done then they must face consequences and be punished. but I am tired of Hamas starting a war and then playing victim when people die in the war they started and when they’ve been offered a two state solution multiple times and reject it every single time. At some point, that’s on them. The jews are indigenous to the region and deserve to have a homeland and as events have shown, they deserve a safe place more than ever. If they cannot learn to share the land and live peacefully with Jews, who have tried to split it several times, then my sympathy is running out. How many times can you extend a hand of peace and have it slapped away before you stop trying? millions of jews are not going to just up and move, never gonna happen, so there needs to be a compromise.

(And I am tired of people misusing the word apartheid, which is also not applicable to this conflict as israel is not an apartheid state, literally arabs who live there have said it’s not, there are arabs on the supreme court ffs that’s not an apartheid!!!!!! lots of people come in from gaza to work in isreal! people just parroting talking points they see online with no critical thinking done)

Thank you for the ask. I cannot agree with you about the genocide thing based on what I've understood. I think what started as a defence war is now genocide. There’s been too many victims who have died from being bombed, being starved and being unable to get medical care. (But again, this is my perception and I'm not God so I can't see everything from nowhere.)

But also, perhaps semantics is not what we should focus on here.

What we should focus on is how to stop this and prevent this from happening in the future. We need to decide, if the exact definition of words like genocide or zionism is the hill we wanna die on. If we could see past that, see the people with good intentions, we would finally be able to start working towards common goal: peace.

[esther-dot]

Hi Esther! Coming back to give some explanations!

To be king of a people within an existing kingdom is not Martin's invention. It is historical fact, as in the time of the great immigration in Europe different peoples (coalitions of tribes) were moving with their kings into the Roman empire.

However, in our analysis of Martin's book setup we tend to forget that the Gifts (both of them) do not belong to the kingdom, but to the Watch, which is why they declined as the Watch declined. I think that in the context of Jon being hailed as king of the FF Bran and Sansa will reaffirm the donation of the Gifts to the Watch, thus giving Jon a huge territory to rule over as a third kingdom. And I think that you are right, Jon will be in a unique position, to be able to act as mediator between the Northerners and their queen, and the FF, who are still wild. At the end of everything, it will still be very difficult for the Northerners to forget everything that has happened before, the raids and the abductions and the killings. Therefore, to accept the FF below the Wall will have to be done only if there is someone whom the Northernes will be able to trust. That person will be Jon.

Jon as king of the FF is very heavily foreshadowed. One piece of foreshadowing that points to the three rulers is, imo, their seeing the world from the highest position they can find. Jon repeatedly looks down from the Wall; Sansa from the highest tower in KL; and Bran from the tower of WF. (which is why I think that Aegon, looking down from the top of a warehouse is not the real thing). Daenerys as a ruler also receives the same handling by the author, looking down from the pyramid of Meereen. I dare say, this observation goes well with my three sword theory (yes, I am that anon, lol).

Need I point out that Mance wears Targaryen colors when he first meets Jon? Or that Jon thinks to himself "my kingdom... a blasted ruin" looking around in CB? Or that there is a castle at the Wall called Snow gate (renamed Queens gate), where the road leads from Queenscrown? And there is the Symeon Star-eyes story, which I expect to be repeated in a reversed mirror: Symeon falls madly in love with his corpse wife coming from the North and he establishes a rule of terror. Jon will fall in love with Sansa, flesh and blood, coming from the South, and their rule will be one of prosperity and peace.

I think that, in our anxiousness to see this character finally getting rewarded for his voluntary, repeated self-sacrifice on page, we expected to see him as king either of KL or WF, completely forgetting the FF. But neither ending works, because they are both sweet, and because too many objections can be raised based on the book structure and narrative. It is impossible to accomodate all loose ends with Jon as king in either positions. A small example (but others have been pointed out, some of them by you): why would the Northerners accept Jon as their king if he has dragged them to the KL genocide? Isn't that immoral? (the same question of course is 10x more relevant in the South) Isn't the overall message of the book completely f^^ed with such an ending? And what about the author's commentary on female rulership as in the stories of Catelyn, Cersei, Daenerys, Sansa? Can women not exist in positions of power without a man? Do they exist only for promoting male interests? If Jon becomes KitN he has indeed usurped Sansa's rights, which is inconsistent with everything Jon says and does since his first chapter.

Perhaps it is only me, but I think that Jon at the Wall, recognized as a ruler of the FF is consistent with his own story. It is truly bittersweet, it is rewarding, and leaves lots of space for hope, of peace, justice, growth, prosperity, even love in a manner that does no harm to anyone else. I'll be very surprised if Martin chooses something else for this character (and curious to see how he will come to it).

(continuation of this convo)

Thank you for coming back and talking about this more!

I think that, in our anxiousness to see this character finally getting rewarded for his voluntary, repeated self-sacrifice on page, we expected to see him as king either of KL or WF, completely forgetting the FF.

This is true of me. I was outraged by the show ending and thought Jon had no business being a leader of the FF, but there's a lot about how the way of life for the FF is ending, Ygritte has that song, "the Last of the Giants" and the sadness of losing what was permeates that storyline, so, permanently settling the Gift and everything that means for the FF does feel like a fait accompli.

That's also an interesting note about Mance. People have suggested he's actually Rhaegar because it's all so Targy, but I thought it was just R+L=J hints plus foreshadowing for Jon being moved by love for a woman in the future, Sansa, which fits with this:

And there is the Symeon Star-eyes story, which I expect to be repeated in a reversed mirror: Symeon falls madly in love with his corpse wife coming from the North and he establishes a rule of terror. Jon will fall in love with Sansa, flesh and blood, coming from the South, and their rule will be one of prosperity and peace.

Lovely!

Jon as king of the FF is very heavily foreshadowed. One piece of foreshadowing that points to the three rulers is, imo, their seeing the world from the highest position they can find. Jon repeatedly looks down from the Wall; Sansa from the highest tower in KL; and Bran from the tower of WF. (which is why I think that Aegon, looking down from the top of a warehouse is not the real thing). Daenerys as a ruler also receives the same handling by the author, looking down from the pyramid of Meereen.

This is interesting. I did think Aegon was real, not simply a red herring to distract us from R+L=J, but it's possible we will never know. Either way, I always thought Westeros would ultimately be under Stark rule, so Jon, Sansa, and Bran's foreshadowing works. I’m fascinated by the idea of each of the older Starks (Jon, Sansa, Bran) having a kingdom of their own to rebuild.

If Jon becomes KitN he has indeed usurped Sansa's rights, which is inconsistent with everything Jon says and does since his first chapter.

There’s dignity in your suggestion that’s very appealing to me. Rather than Jon's future being determined by family, and instead giving him the opportunity to build in his own name, on his own terms, that's a really positive outcome. I often think, but how would Jon feel about this? When considering possible future events, and so many things seem just, riddled with traps for him, things he'd never be able to overcome the shame of. That's the major barrier for me and the Jon KitN idea. If he accepts he'd feel awful for "usurping" Sansa (even if she supported him) and then post parentage reveal, he'd feel even worse.

However, in our analysis of Martin's book setup we tend to forget that the Gifts (both of them) do not belong to the kingdom, but to the Watch, which is why they declined as the Watch declined.

Yes! I mentioned that here once:

The fact that this is an old Stark grievance and Ned and Benjen had plans to deal with it is very promising. Rectifying that old wrong, making the land safe and purposeful again, that definitely seems like it would fit really well as part of the endgame.

I suppose I thought perhaps Jon would be Lord Commander and turn that over to Sansa, but if he instead, due to his relationship with the FF, oversees it, it allows him to carry out Ned's wishes himself.

Perhaps it is only me, but I think that Jon at the Wall, recognized as a ruler of the FF is consistent with his own story. It is truly bittersweet, it is rewarding, and leaves lots of space for hope, of peace, justice, growth, prosperity, even love in a manner that does no harm to anyone else.

So, in this ending, Jon and Sansa would never be able to offocial marry? How do you think carrying on the Stark line would be resolved?

[thewildefish]

Attention seeking bitch yeah?

You know, it would be such a great thing, if I could take my life and prove all these moaners wrong. They assume without genuinely understanding the inner workings of my person. Or even worse, they think they know me, but they actually do not.

Attention does fuck all to help me. Attention will not cure me. Attention is annoying, especially from people I don't fancy.

If you hate me so much, then why don't you just kill me? It's fine if it's a fly, so why are we suddenly conditioned to believe it's not acceptable with humans too? They can be pests all the same. Emotional vampires too. Do no gooders. Emotional abusers. You want to be free from all that, don't you?

If you're worried about the legal bit, I can compose a document where I explain my point of view and insist you're exempted from the legal consequences. Outline all the suffering I've been subjected to throughout the years. After all, it's only assisted suicide that this is. I didn't want to be alive, I really don't. And people should respect this, instead of forcing their pro-life agenda upon us. Where were you pro-lifers at when I was abused and bullied as a child? Where are you pro-lifers when us mentally ill get treated like stroppy children, retards, nuisances, uglies, monsters?? So shut up, not interested in your misguided point of view.

But, if you're the coward like most people are, only capable of verbal abuse but nothing more, why don't you go get lost? You're only wasting your time if you're not going to actually physically harm me. Take your actions where your mouth is, or fuck off.

Somebody once said to me, I hope one day you'll find peace.

And what do you think that entails??

Dying is the only way to achieve peace in my damaged state. Dying is freedom and liberation. I so want to cease to exist.

Fucking survival instinct. Bloody dog walkers who found me last time. They probably think they've done something noble, but sadly it's quite the opposite, they "saved" somebody who wasn't meant to live, and is a monster. I took too long to off myself and that's why we're where we are now. My life didn't improve one bit in all these months. See, been lied to again. So many people are genuinely indoctrinated into believing that somebody who's attempted suicide, regrets it. I for hell don't. No, I'm livid that I'm still alive and only prolonging my suffering. I want a way out, just not one that involves being scraped off the pavement. Best way to go would be to go missing forever, no body found, no funeral bullshit (why would you want to say goodbye to a monster?? Why would you want to give decent burial to an abuser??). Just forget the bitch ever existed, it's the best way. I was meant to have been aborted, and my foolish parents should've bloody gone through with it FFS. By changing their mind, they've disrupted the universe's balance and continuity, and no wonder a lot of sinister things had been happening in the world since 1997. Just pay attention, open your eyes. Greed and evil has taken over this world, and it's directly correlated with the vile creature that I am still living in this world.

Only with my death humanity has a chance of being free again.

[xiangni]

June 9th. 2023

- oh god, not me falling for someone else again .-. At least he knows I exist this time.

- he’s an old friend from hs and gonna be my photographer at an anime con lol

- also I started a summer internship 😌

- And I have a strong hatred for jkr for tarnishing her brand. I just want to like HP and HL in peace ffs

- I must make it clear to myself, I DO NOT SUPPORT ANYTHING THAT JKR has said or done to be racist or transphobic.

- But omg attacking people instead of politely informing or expressing discomfort is rudE. Maybe I’m being too sensitive but I’m am going to crack. That is just the cake topper. Tumblr is a spiteful, toxic website. I hate/love it here.

- No, I know I’m being too sensitive about it. It’s not my right to be mad at them. I’m not Jewish or Trans. I am but a Chinese enby who is panromantic asexual. Im still a fucking minority. But it’s not against me. I get that. It’s not my minority being attacked and so I shouldn’t add onto the flames by supporting JKR, right?

- I don’t condone attacking people. But also stop policing what people can and can’t post on their own fucking blogs, yeah?

- this hasn’t happened, I’m just scared for the future and want to rant, but, you shouldn’t be crucified for liking Harry Potter?? Right??

- I don’t go attacking people for liking Asian content whenever they over sexualize the Asian women or call them exotic and submissive?

- Nothing can compare to the pain of the Holocaust. Nothing. But I also don’t think it’s fair to act all high and mighty like that. Demonizing everyone who likes Harry Potter still. This is a weird fine line I am treading and I am just glad no one fucking reads this.

- IM SORRY I CANT LET GO OF THE HP universe though. I just can’t. The fan content has just helped me through such dark and lonely times. Im so attached to some of the characters. The fan’s content has just, helped me mentally so much.

- I’m purposefully avoiding my main blog now. I just, don’t feel… like it’s a community with the amount of hate the other perfectly nice content creators get.

- I hate this. I hate this site. I hate that I can’t like HP in peace anymore with fear of being attacked. I sometimes wish my other account didn’t have such a big following within the community I’m in because wtf guys.

-why am I still here?