#infamous ali

[tododeku-or-bust]

wait sorry, what does muhammad ali have to do with drafting? /genq

I assume you're referring to my addition on this post? All right!

Well first, famed (and to many, infamous) boxer Muhammad Ali wasn't technically a draft dodger. He was a Conscientious Objector on the grounds of his religion (he was in the Nation of Islam at the time). They just didn't accept his objection.

But Muhammad Ali was very, very known for being confident and outspoken in his beliefs and in himself. And the main political reason he gave for not wanting to go to war was that he "had no quarrel with the Vietcong". He was arrested in 1967 for refusing to go, and White America swore he was a coward, an uppity n*gger, and every foul word in the book (for being unwilling to entertain and/or die for them).

Essentially, he recognized and pointed out that to go to war with Vietnam, war with other people of color, for a country that refused to respect his own people's basic civil and human rights was stupid. He has no issues with Vietnam. He had issues at home! If he went to war and died, he'd be dying for furthering the interests of Western Imperialism and white supremacy via a genocide. If he went to war and committed said genocide, lived and returned, he'd return to the very same white people who sent him to fight treating him like he was subhuman.

It happens in every war; Revolutionary War, Civil War, World War I, World War II. To this day, we are learning of and pushing contributions of Black soldiers and platoons that got ZERO credit in comparison to their white counterparts. Silently sent to the back in history, treated like garbage upon their return, and expected to risk their lives for a country that hates them.

Why would anyone want to fight for that? Why would I want to commit a genocide? Why would I risk my life to commit violence the world over for a country that hates me and disenfranchises my people?

Anyway, so he was arrested and convicted for refusing to go to Vietnam, his boxing titles stripped, (also deadnamed! For they refused to call him his chosen name of Muhammad Ali, but Cassius Clay!) and again, white america had nothing but vitriolic hate for this man. But he stood on it, and eventually the conviction was overturned.

Also, because he was willing to say what needed to be said as a famous face to the world, his words had an effect worldwide. Y'all know how y'all want your celebs to say something? He did! And he risked it and lost it all! So that's why I brought up Muhammad Ali. Famous Black man who wasn't just a boxer and entertainer, but an activist who did the right damn thing in the moment, and will be remembered by history as doing such.

Happy Black History Month, and Free Palestine!

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[mrs-stans]

Sebastian Stan

Words Natty Kasambala

Beloved for Captain America, I, Tonya, and his recent Emmy-nominated role in Pam & Tommy, Stan reflects on a career shaped by diverse characters. Now, with A Different Man and The Apprentice, he’s exploring deep questions about identity, ambition, and the complexities of portraying one of America’s most influential (and controversial) men, Donald Trump

Sebastian Stan wears Rag & Bone throughout. Photography Jim Goldberg

The first time Sebastian Stan tried acting, he hated it. At 9 or 10 years old, he played a Romanian orphan in an Austrian film called 71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance (1994). Between the waiting around, night shoots, and general pressure-cooker energy, the whole experience had been pretty anxiety-inducing. “I think the idea of a set was just really terrifying,” he recalls. The 42-year-old mainstay admits to being a Leo, but a rather reluctant one, he says, not that extroverted or hypersocial. “I know my mom always thought I was creative simply because I would impersonate the people in our family, or birds or whatever I would see around me.” Nowadays, when he does speak, it’s with the compelling ease of someone who’s spent equal time commanding impressive rooms and in their own head trying to crack the great questions of the world – sounding off passionately about the perils of social media (“there’s so much noise in today’s world”) or the last incredible film he watched (Sing Sing and it was “pure heart”).

Born in Romania and raised in Vienna until he was 12, it wasn’t until immigrating to America as a preteen that Stan found his way back to the craft at all. Attending Stagedoor Manor summer camp aged 15, in the Catskill mountains of upstate New York, his spark was reignited. “That place was really magical and made me fall in love with (acting again); I couldn’t think of anything else as exciting to me as performing was,” he says. “Some of it was about not ever being sure of what to be when I grew up. I kept thinking that you could be a lot of things if you did this.”

So far, he’s been a wayward socialite, a cannibal, a space surgeon, a ski patrol villain, a heavy metal drummer, a supernatural student and a World War II veteran turned brainwashed Soviet operative, to n ame but a few. He’s not an actor you’ll find in the same role twice. With that said, his name has reached household status through a decade-long Marvel stint, with the two films Stan finds himself at the helm of this year being his most ambitious forays yet. 33 years on from his awkward beginning, the actor’s commitment to film appears to still be very much in bloom. “I think I’m at a point in my life where I’m trying to understand things on a deeper level,” he explains. “I can’t say I know everything, you’re always growing, always having to explore. I think it’s important to stay curious, to stay in a certain degree of healthy discomfort… I want to be part of important storytelling that’s asking important questions and reflecting our time.”

In A Different Man, an A24 production directed by Aaron Schimberg, Stan takes on the role of an aspiring actor called Edward with neurofibromatosis, a genetic condition that results in the extensive growth of benign tumours. He undergoes a clinical trial that cures him of his physical symptoms, but his new life turns out to be far from what he dreamed for himself. It’s a winding surrealist investigation into the social impacts of disability, alienation, representation and self-image: its gaze is unflinching, its narrative self-referential and its humour pitch-black. Stan has already won the Silver Bear for Best Leading Performance at the Berlin Film Festival for A Different Man.

The second release, The Apprentice, follows a wildly different arc. Directed by Iranian-Danish filmmaker Ali Abbasi, it tracks a young Trump as he falls under the nefarious mentorship of infamous legislator Roy Cohn. Dubbed ‘an American Horror Story’, it’s a sobering yet deeply entertaining snapshot of the making of one of America’s most influential men. Yet even within the dynamic, prescient story, the actor’s take on Trump is subtle and human, and the tone of the film is less moralising and more matter of fact.

Though the narratives of these two projects are starkly different, you can’t help but find the common threads. Both are set in New York and document a transformation, and both centre a feverish pursuit of some ideal imagined self. A Different Man was filmed back in 2022, and The Apprentice only wrapped in February of this year, but Stan agrees it’s a curious double-header. “I’m weirdly finding parallels between them that I never thought I would. Identity, self-truth, self-abandonment. This idea that we’re always chasing in America, whether it’s image or status or an inability to accept failure and to take ownership over mistakes.”

For the Trump film, that real-life denial was almost the ending of their work of fiction. After years of false starts, Trump’s legal team attempted to block the film’s release in the US altogether and they struggled to find a distributor willing to take on the risk of pissing off a potential President. “For to edit it and get it to Cannes in some finished version itself in five months was just insane. There was no idea if the movie was going to come out,” Stan says. On an individual level, the task felt equally murky and intimidating at first. “You’re trying to tell a story about somebody that’s so famous, who everyone has an opinion about: either extreme love and adoration or hate and animosity. And everyone’s got a version of the guy, so you think, well what do I…” he shrugs, “how do I find my way into it?” Ultimately, they landed on this film as a means of peeling back the layers of one of the most polarising figures of our time. It’s less caricature and more character study as it explores his relationship with his father, his ambitions, the man he was before the slogans and affectations.

Executive producer Amy Baer has spoken about the choice to call on a non-American director to provide a new lens on the intricacies of American culture, propaganda and patriotism. With Stan’s own immigrant story, his perspective adds another dimension to that prism too. Memories of walking down Fifth Avenue in awe and wonder as a kid, staring up at all the big buildings – he tapped into a hunger and drive to portray early Trump as a young man desperately trying to be a part of The Club. “I guess with my experience coming to this country, it was communicated to me even from Eastern Europe that this is the place where you can make something of yourself, you can have a good idea… and you could just succeed,” Stan says. The Apprentice asks, “but at what cost? What happens to a person’s humanity?”

Throughout the film, you witness Trump espousing about “bringing back New York”, even remarking on Reagan’s campaign slogan ‘Let’s Make America Great Again’ towards the end, an ideology he would go on to repurpose for his own candidacy. It’s a fascinating yet depressing origin story of a nationalistic rhetoric that echoes today as a Trojan horse for corruption and greed. “It’s complicated. That’s why I think there’s value in exploring it,” Stan urges. “This American Dream idea is a really powerful driving force that also comes with consequences.”

Perhaps the most complex part was the toxic relationship with his sometimes-partner-in-crime played staggeringly by Jeremy Strong. “I think he was the best partner I’ve ever had in anything I’ve worked on,” Stan declares with a smile. “You know when you’re standing in front of a fire and you feel the heat of it and there’s crackling in the air? That’s how it felt.” Amidst quite a gruelling, isolating filming schedule, it’s the aspect Stan speaks about most fondly.

Clothing Fendi, Necklace & Bracelet Cartier, Boots Givenchy

Swinging between dominant and intimate, transactional and paternal, from comical to devastating, both stayed in character throughout the shoot and undertook a colossal amount of research to be prepared for infinite possible improvised routes. “Creatively, makes things interesting is when you’re not in control. You do all this preparation to be prepared to be surprised,” Stan says. Shot documentary-style in moments, Abbasi might give each of them notes in private to shift the tone of a scene, and they’d find themselves responding instinctively within their roles. “The only way you can achieve that is if, to some degree, you find that person in you. And I can certainly tell you,” he pauses briefly to consider his landing. “There is a version of Trump that existed in me. And I’ll make the argument that there’s a version of Trump that exists in all of us. And that part of our job, part of our interest, should be figuring out what that is. I think we have to acknowledge and expose the things in us that are not so easy to admit, in order to further protect the things we need to fight for. You can’t ignore it.”

In that moment, it’s clear that it’s an argument as true of our discourse on Trump as it is of Stan’s other role in A Different Man. His character Edward is driven to obsession and madness when he witnesses the thriving life of a person with the same disfigurement he was quick to shed, the very thing he believed to be the root of all his misfortune. Right before his transformation, Edward has been ignoring a leak in his ceiling for weeks, and the damage is getting worse. When he’s finally forced to call for a repair, the super arrives and is appalled at how bad he’s allowed it to get. He tells Edward frustratedly, “you should have fixed this sooner”. In that moment, it feels as though he’s talking about a hundred things at once. From Edward’s own issues with doubt and self-acceptance that cling to him even when he is no longer ‘different’ to our own society’s discomfort with, and the misunderstanding of disability altogether. We cannot be afraid to look.

“Edward makes a decision that he thinks is going to improve his life, but he’s not making it for himself. He’s making it because he’s watched other people and he’s grown up in a society that’s told him this is what works,” Stan explains. “Essentially, he abandons himself and he spirals down trying to further live with that painful acknowledgement. I think we have to be conscious of when we’re making decisions that go against who we are and what we truly want.”

In true indie style, squeezing in around the schedule of their makeup artist who was on another project at the same time, Stan had some hours to kill most mornings in prosthetics before filming which he’d spend navigating the city he calls home: “one of the gifts that I was given which I’m very grateful for was the experience that I had walking around New York City as Edward.” With reactions to him ranging from invisibility to hypervisibility, it shifted his entire understanding.

“I’ve been there like everybody else thinking, oh, if I had that. Or you see someone on Instagram and you’re like, oh my God, look at that life, they have the best life; you get caught up in these things.” It’s both reassuring and a little disheartening that, unlike his superhuman alter ego, a star like Stan is still not immune to the very human insecurities us civilians face of joy-stealing comparisons. “There’s this idea I’ve been thinking about a lot with my therapist actually,” he laughs. “He was saying ‘I am me and you are you.’ I was like… yeah! But you forget. We have to understand our own experience and then understand someone else’s. But we have to try to understand it not through our own emotional… vomit.”

When I ask Sebastian what he does for fun, to unbecome his characters and shed their existential weight, he cites reading (mostly non-fiction) and travel (to see other cultures). “I always feel like I’m not learning enough,” he laughs. You get the sense that this year is a juncture for Stan, always revered for being grounded and likeable, but perhaps waiting for opportunities like these to enrich and express other sides of himself as an actor and voice within culture. “Both of these films came at an interesting time where I’m thinking about if I’m at mid-life, this second half of my life. What is it that I want to be a part of and one day look back and be proud of?”

And that’s not to say fun is off the table for Stan. He’s passionate about laughter as a release in a difficult world. “I think it’s just as important, we have to protect humour,” he tells me with an urgency. “I love comedies, romantic comedies, action.” In fact, there’s a top-secret action movie passion project that he has in the works and hopes will come together in the right way. “There are also things in Marvel I want to do and explore with ol’ Bucky Barnes,” he smiles, presumably in reference to the new Marvel film Thunderbolts, slated for a 2025 release, in which he stars alongside Florence Pugh, Harrison Ford and David Harbour. “Otherwise I just want to keep learning how to be a human being. I’m telling you,” he laughs, “I feel like it’s pretty hard.”

Photography Jim Goldberg Styling Reuben Esser Production Hyperion LA Hair Jamie Taylor using Augustinus Bader Hair Erica Adams Represented by A-Frame Agency

[interlagosgrl]

🎃 kinktober - day sixteen: fear kink com rafael federman.

— aviso: dark romance. relacionamento tóxico (?), sexo desprotegido, penetração vaginal e creampie.

— word count: 2,3k.

— notas: foi muito engraçado e desafiador escrever o Rafa num dark romance e em um fear play, mas eu gostei MUITO da versão final. foi um dos meus smuts favoritos do kinktober! espero que vocês também apreciem.

você odiava amar tanto Rafael.

sentia-se presa naquele relacionamento infrutífero e, por mais que tentasse, não se via longe dele. estava infeliz com ele, mas longe era muito pior. a dependência a comia viva quando estava sozinha.

tinha conhecido Federman através da sua melhor amiga. o namorado dela era melhor amigo de Rafael e os seus amigos bancaram os cupidos, juntando vocês dois. no início ele era inteligente, perspicaz e muito gentil. te levava para jantar em restaurantes únicos e sensuais, te presenteava com flores e vinhos e era sempre divertido e bem humorado. conforme o tempo caminhava, ele tinha se tornado irritadiço e distante. parecia completamente diferente do homem que você tinha se apaixonado.

era uma sexta-feira de verão quando ambos foram convidados para o jantar de casamento dos amigos que os haviam juntado. sua melhor amiga estava extasiada com a ideia de finalmente se unir em matrimônio e a sua presença e a de Rafael era indispensável. como padrinhos, deveriam estar no jantar de casamento para celebrar com os noivos.

no entanto, aquela sexta tinha sido especialmente amarga. você e o seu namorado tinham discutido na quinta-feira justamente sobre questões matrimoniais. você, depois de cinco anos de relacionamento, achava que deveriam discutir quando deveriam ficar noivos. Rafael, pelo contrário, não gostava de discutir nada que envolvesse o futuro. não gostava de planejar nada, apenas de viver a vida e deixar que as coisas acontecessem naturalmente. e é claro que ele sabia que aquilo a matava por dentro, mas não se importava.

ultimamente, ele não se importava com nada. o homem carinhoso que passava horas do dia ao telefone com você lhe fazendo juras de amor tinha sido substituído por uma pessoa atípica, que não sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo ali. e que não parecia ter vontade nenhuma de seguir naquele relacionamento.

planejava deixar Rafael. talvez depois do casamento para que a cerimônia não fosse tão difícil. estava tão certa de que ele não se importaria com o término que era doloroso pensar naquela possibilidade. apertava o coração imaginar que não era mais importante para ele, que o infame amor eterno tinha chegado ao fim.

"você está ótimo." você elogiou quando o viu sair do quarto, trajando o terno que você tinha escolhido para ele. Rafael sorriu de canto, agradecendo em silêncio pelo elogio. perguntou se você estava pronta e deixaram o apartamento no centro da cidade.

a viagem até o restaurante escolhido por seus amigos tinha sido quieta. a música antiga que tocava na rádio disfarçava o clima terrivelmente insosso que pairava sobre suas cabeças. você brincava com a barra do vestido nervosamente, enquanto ele não ousava retirar os olhos do trânsito. se falassem demais, acabariam por discutir novamente.

o jantar começara agradável. diversos convidados sentados em uma só mesa, compartilhando memórias do casal e propondo brindes. a sua amiga estava reluzente, toda sorrisos. você estava feliz, de coração quentinho pela conquista dela, embora sentisse um pouquinho de inveja. era o seu sonho casar e formar uma família. sentia-se tão longe daquele objetivo que era quase ridículo.

ao longo do jantar, diversos drinques foram consumidos tanto por você quanto por Rafael. estavam tontos na metade do evento. ele ria com o noivo e conversava com a família do mesmo. você, se emocionava com cada história contada pela noiva e pela família dela.

foi quando tudo começou a desandar.

"eu espero que você seja a próxima, amiga." sua amiga comentou, apontando para você despretensiosamente. você abriu um sorriso gentil, embora insatisfeito.

"quem me deras." você se contentou em dizer.

Rafael tensionou imediatamente ao seu lado, fixando os olhos em você. nem mesmo tinha percebido que ele estava ouvindo a conversa, por isso não deu grande atenção quando ele se calou de imediato. foi só quando se levantou para ir ao lavabo e ele a seguiu, que conseguiu compreender.

"você precisa trazer as nossas brigas para um evento que deveria ser dos nossos amigos?" a voz grosseira a fez se encolher.

"eu não fiz nada disso. duvido que alguém além de você saiba disso."

"você sempre faz esses comentários ácidos e depois me culpa por reagir." as palavras foram cuspidas, sem maiores gentilezas. "chega de gracinha por hoje, ouviu?"

não ousou chorar e borrar a maquiagem que tinha feito tão carinhosamente para o jantar. controlou a respiração no cubículo do banheiro e se retirou, fingindo sentir-se melhor do que nunca. por dentro do peito, o coração parecia ser dilacerado à cada segundo. gostaria de voltar para casa e dormir até esquecer tudo aquilo.

o jantar seguiu cada vez mais animado e feliz. afogou a mágoa na bebida e estampou um sorriso no rosto em prol da sua amiga, interessada em qualquer assunto trivial que surgia na roda. nunca tinha conversado tanto em toda a sua vida.

de volta ao carro, Rafael ainda estava silencioso. provavelmente, com raiva também. sua mandíbula doía de tanto ocluir os dentes para segurar o choro durante toda noite. suas mãos estavam frias e a cabeça latejava.

"eu não entendo você, nene. você quer por prazo em todas as coisas da nossa vida." ele começou assim que vocês arrancaram do meio-fio. "é uma coisa ridícula. você procura motivos para que a gente brigue, não procura?"

"você acha que se preocupar com nosso futuro é ridículo? nós namoramos por cinco anos e eu nem sei se temos os mesmos objetivos de vida." você se justificou com lágrimas nos olhos. era uma chorona apesar de convicta.

"a gente tem o mesmo objetivo: ser feliz. os pormenores a gente pode decidir lá na frente." ele revirou os olhos como se não acreditasse que aquela discussão fosse real. "você é muito neurada, é de foder."

"neurada? Rafael, pra te entender eu tenho que ler a porra da tua mente. tu nunca diz nada do que sente ou pensa. eu te namoro por telepatia." suas mãos procuraram o vestido, descontando toda a frustação na barra do tecido. não conseguia encarar a feição de gozação dele nem por mais um minuto. "essa porra de relacionamento me causa mais insegurança do que felicidade. claramente, a gente foi um erro."

"ah, claro. quando as coisas não são do seu jeito tudo acaba sendo um erro, né? talvez você devesse parar de olhar pra porra do teu umbigo e admitir que você não consegue se relacionar com alguém que seja diferente de ti." as palavras foram rasgadas de modo violento, sem consideração. Rafael olhava para os carros da rua sem vontade de continuar aquele prelúdio.

"eu não faço ideia se você é diferente de mim ou não, Rafael. parece que eu não te conheço de verdade." você deu de ombros, um pouco derrotada de que aquele era o fim. "só conheço as facetas de você, aquelas que você me permite ver. é fácil falar dos meus defeitos quando eu 'tô aqui mostrando tudo sobre mim e você só mostra o que quer."

ele se calou. não disse mais nada enquanto dirigia em alta velocidade, fazendo você suspirar com cada curva. você odiava quando ele corria, mas não reclamou. deixou que ele descontasse a raiva ali, pois sabia que não aguentaria mais um round das brigas incessáveis que vocês tinham.

no apartamento, você se trancou no banheiro para que pudesse tomar um banho e tirar aquele vestido ridículo que a apertava desde que chegara no restaurante. deixou que a água quente curasse a dor que o namorado a causava e limpasse a sua mente de todo o remorso. debaixo de toda os empecilhos, estava o amor que sentia por Federman. e era suficiente para que pudesse aguentar aquilo por mais um dia, até que a coragem de deixá-lo surgisse.

enfiou-se em uma camisola e pegou a carteira de cigarros guardada na gaveta de calcinhas. há muito era um hábito abandonado, mas vez ou outra a garganta apertava com saudades da nicotina. sentia que só a substância seria capaz de acalmá-la naquele momento.

deixou o apartamento, subindo para o terraço do prédio para que pudesse fumar em paz, sem incomodar os vizinhos com o cheiro da fumaça. acendeu o primeiro, tragando enquanto algumas lágrimas se formavam no cantinho do olho. no segundo, já estava mais calma e não tinha tanta vontade de chorar. os olhos vagavam pela imensidão iluminada da cidade e o coração mergulhava em apatia.

"você não acha que está frio para ficar aqui essa hora da noite?" a voz masculina a retirou dos seus devaneios. seu coração saltitou dentro do peito, feliz por ele estar se preocupando consigo.

"não 'tô com frio." deu de ombros, apagando o cigarro e o jogando pelo beiral. Rafael se colocou ao seu lado, olhando a cidade enquanto respirava fundo.

"só não quero que hoje se repita."

"porra, você ainda tá cismado com o ocorrido do jantar? que inferno. já disse que não fiz de propósito." você estourou, pronta para voltar para o apartamento. Rafael te agarrou pelo braço, te pressionando contra o beiral antes de colocar o corpo dele sobre o seu.

"desde quando você me trata assim?" os olhos clarinhos a fuzilaram com ódio. na sua opinião, cada sentimento era ainda mais pronunciando nos olhos de Rafael. eram tão límpidos que podiam refletir qualquer coisa.

"desde quando você 'tá sendo um babaca durante a noite toda." Federman segurava os seus dois braços àquela altura, a empurrando cada vez mais contra o beiral. seu coração palpitava, o medo se enrolando na raiva, a fazendo suar frio.

"você que 'tá sendo uma cachorra insolente." as palavras duras fizeram com que você empurrasse o corpo dele para longe, mas ele nem mesmo se moveu.

"me larga." ordenou, empurrando o quadril contra o dele. estranhamente, tinha sentido um calor correr por todo o seu corpo, incluso o meio das pernas. sentir Rafael sob o short do pijama só aumentava aquele calor.

"não até que você peça desculpas."

"vai se foder, Rafael." você riu com escárnio, movimentando os braços com fulgor para que ele a largasse.

ao contrário do que você imaginava, ele não a largou. apertou seus braços com mais força e se inclinou para perto, colidindo os lábios dele aos seus. você, em um primeiro momento, não retribuiu. ainda se debatia e o empurrava, mas com a insistência do loiro, passou a se render enquanto a língua dele lutava para dominar a sua boca. sentiu o corpo amolecer e a força ir se esvaindo. não tinha um contato daqueles com Federman há muito tempo.

o beijo era firme e Rafael aplicava uma forte pressão em cada movimento. as mãos ainda a seguravam, apertando a pele dos seus pulsos, causando uma estranha ardência prazerosa. seu corpo ainda estava inclinado sobre o beiral e você estava na ponta dos pés, lutando para se manter firme, o que a aterrorizava a cada segundo.

"vamos sair daqui, esse beiral me dá medo." você pediu assim que ele separou os lábios dos seus.

"não. vamos fazer aqui." ele a virou de costas, a empurrando sobre o beiral novamente. agora, você estava de bruços e conseguia ver a imensidão que era a distância do terraço até o chão. seu corpo se arrepiou e você tentou se levantar, mas ele a segurava com força para que você permanecesse ali. "você 'tá precisando de um pouco de medo."

"Rafael, para de gracinha." você demandou, embora ele já estivesse invadindo a sua calcinha com a mão livre. você estremeceu com os dedos gelados tocando a sua intimidade quente. ele riu baixinho atrás de si, entretido com o quão molhada você já estava.

"você quer, nene. e eu não vou te deixar cair." ele assegurou. você sentiu a gratidão ocupando cada canto do seu coração, feliz por ele estar se importando novamente consigo.

Rafael puxou sua calcinha para baixo lentamente, a mantendo segura enquanto a apertava. sua cabeça latejava, a visão aterradora do chão consumindo seus pensamentos. o corpo gritava em excitação e necessidade e o peito se confundia entre amor e medo. a respiração estava acelerada, mas não conseguia se manifestar contra a situação. queria que ele desse continuidade.

ele não a chupou ou a masturbou, simplesmente posicionou o membro na entrada lubrificada e se empurrou para dentro bem lentamente. tinha medo que, se fizesse qualquer movimento brusco, você cairia dali de cima. era o prazer e a tortura de transar em um lugar tão inóspito. Federman se movia bem devagar, focado na profundidade e na força com que te comia, ao invés da velocidade.

demorou alguns minutos para que você gemesse, embora estivesse sentindo prazer como nunca. estava tão amedrontada que não conseguia vocalizar as sensações que percorriam o seu corpo. o prazer a arrebatava à cada investida do namorado, o corpo emitindo sinais do quão sensibilizada estava devido a falta daquele tipo de contato.

ele também não ficava para trás. Rafael sempre fora muito vocal e naquele momento a voz dele parecia música, rouca e necessitada, xingando e elogiando você cada vez que ele mergulhava nas suas paredes apertadas. ele também estava sensível, embora não gostasse de admitir. sabia que não duraria tanto quanto gostaria.

"diz que me ama." ele mandou, a mão ocupando a sua nuca, pressionando o seu corpo ainda mais para fora do beiral. a outra mão segurava a sua cintura para que você não acabasse caindo. ainda sim, o seu coração ia até a garganta e voltava.

“eu te amo, Rafael.” reuniu forças para verbalizar o pedido alheio. as mãos trêmulas estavam apoiadas no parapeito, tentando empurrar o corpo para longe dali.

“e eu amo você.” ele a largou, deixando que você ficasse de pé e se afastasse da borda do prédio. você colou as costas no peito dele e Rafael a abraçou carinhosamente. gostava do quão vulnerável você estava e se sentia honrado por você confiar tão profundamente nele à ponto de deixá-lo fazer aquilo.

as investidas finais foram mais velozes, desesperadas. você gemia alto e o seu namorado também, tornando o ato muito mais sinérgico. quando você finalmente atingiu o seu ápice, sua voz falha anunciou. não demorou para que ele também terminasse dentro de você, beijando seu pescoço com devoção no processo.

“se você acha que eu casaria com qualquer outra pessoa que não seja você… você é completamente maluca."

[silvermoon424]

Y'all.... I just got the most GORGEOUS Soul Gem replicas off Ali Express!! They seriously feel like official merchandise and are SHOCKINGLY well-made for being unofficial products. They're also huge; I got the larger 8cm version, but there's also a smaller (but still show-accurate, size wise) 6cm version. You can see a size comparison with my hand, but I have infamously tiny hands so take that with a grain of salt, lol.

I seriously can't get over how much I adore these. They were pricey at $40 each so I was a little worried I would get ripped off, but that wasn't the case! The seller even went the extra mile by giving me Soul Gem buttons, along with providing adorable PMMM stickers on the outside of the box. Their name is DokiDoki Cosplay Store, if anyone wants to buy from them (although they are not the only seller of these Soul Gems; I will say they're all in the same price range tho).

Anyway, needless to say I immediately went back and bought Sayaka and Kyoko's gems as soon as I realized how much I love these. I'll have the full set soon!

[ladythornofrivia]

Kingdom of Fire & Blood || (Part Four)— Revised

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summary: Aemond and reader meet. King’s Landing became interesting as he often asked himself since the night of your arrival: “where did she come from?”

pair: aemond x reader

warnings & disclaimer: smut, violence, p in v sex, sexual content, aemond being arrogant, modern reader doesn’t know how the world of GOT works but is a Aemond stan, praise kink, breeding kink, spitting kink, voice kink, fluff, angst—family drama, oral sex, hate sex, stalking, jealousy, virginity loss, obsession, reader being sassy and aroused, sweet moments with reader and aemond. Reader is a huge GOT & HOTD fan. Pro-Green, Reader is a green supporter. Aemond becomes king instead of Aegon. (P.S. Alys who? I only know Aemond x Reader)

Chapter Four: The Wandering Light

~Your POV~

As the council is dimmed with silence—exchanged with whispers, Aemond escorted you out from the room with his hand clutched to yours. As much as you’re in content beside him, you’re mortified perceiving him with the uphold of his infamous reputation as a one-eyed dragon prince. Let alone sliced Ser Marrow’s head split into two. Nonetheless, his infamous reputation precedes you in a pleasant way; the way you acted, all composed and alleviate. With you under his protection, nothing can go wrong.

Gladly, at the end of your little accomplishment, he seems relieved that Helaena is safe and sound. But, the undeniable and tangible evidence of him and Aegon being present is caused for others to choose chaos. Though, of course, this wasn’t your misdeeds. Unsure what to think—due to you beaten to a pulp, you decided to rest your eyes and relaxed your tensed shoulders and leaned back more whilst walking.

You couldn’t help but swore that Aemond was smirking at your relaxed movement. But when you look up, Aemond’s eye darted onward. But once in a while, Aemond’s blue eye gleamed at you. Despite your sleepiness, your heart found giddiness at his mannerism, of holding your wrist and leading you out from trouble.

However, it wasn't a good time to scream.

Your eyes snapped wide open.

"Wait, stop!"

He didn't stop; his hand compacted your wrist, continuously striding up the staircase, then lead to a narrow hall.

"I said, "stop"," you said, a little frantic.

“I’m taking you far from here, my lady,” he said, composed.

“Huh? No, just let go of me,” you answered. “I know where my room is.”

“You’re injured,” Aemond replied.

“I’m fine,” you protested.

“Lie all you want, my lady, but you cannot lie to a dragon,” he said.

Is he serious?

As he halted his tracks in the midst of the great hall nearby the staircase, he released your wrist, giving you a chance to breathe air.

“That was unnecessary,” you told him. “I mean, your life is going to be at stake if you keep doing this. What the fuck are you thinking?”

Aemond’s eye glared at you.

You gulped, stepping back. “There’s enough trouble as it is. Now all the people inside are so caught off guard. They won’t stop questioning you, won’t leave you alone until you give the satisfaction they acquire.”

Guards stepped forward with their hands on the hilt of the sword, but Aemond reassured them to stand down. You watched as the guards backed away.

“You could’ve at least bestow me your gratitude, girl,” he said with quiet venom.

Stuttered, you compiled and strained the anxiety from talking to the dragon prince. “I don’t mean to offend you; all I’m trying to say is that you should just stay out of it. You could’ve been punished by defending some stranger—a woman, no less. I’m an outsider! The people here, no one knows shit about me.”

“My, my,” Aemond began, his head slightly tilted, striding as slow and scheming; the hint of venom is long gone. “It appears you have quite a mouth on you.”

Stepping back, clutching your abdomen, you uttered, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Aemond chortled, hands on his back, staring at your discolored and drained look upon your bleeding face. Aemond stood tall over you, all proud and formidable elegance, while you positioned your neck to meet his infamous scar, as you’re vulnerable and pathetic, you kept your head high despite the white sting scorched in your vision. “Interesting, indeed. I never met a woman of my age would consider to be so agile with hostility.”

Your eyes bewildered at him, head spinning at his tall imposing stature.

“Most noble ladies would send their most beloved gratitude on me if I chose to shield them and battle the opposers with my sword and wit. And yet, somehow, you seemed ungrateful.”

His voice sent a tingle down your spine—hot and bothered. Seeing your favorite fictional up close whilst speaking to you, you wanted to faint on the spot.

Sighing, your head lowered. “Don’t get me wrong. I am grateful, but what I don’t get is that—”

Grunting, your body was shot forward and descended with twinge and suffocation. Your nose was bleeding and the noise in your ears were ringing, almost scraping like nails on a chalkboard.

“Come, my lady,” he said, gathering you in his arms, but you maintained your distance.

Your hand held up, stepping backwards from his outstretched hands from wanting to hold you. “Stay back. Scandal is the last thing you need.”

Aemond chuckled once more. “My dear warrior, you have fought and withstood your ground. Allow me to accompany you, at the very least.”

“Are you usually this…”

His head tilted. “This what?”

You shook your head in embarrassment, not wanting to say from your intrusive thoughts. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Aemond studied you as you marched onward with your hand clutched on your bruised abdomen, back slightly slouching.

You studied him for brief moment before you could turn away with blush, walking beside him. “I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble,” you said, with apologetic eyes aiming at him. “Well, disregarding the bridge incident.”

“You did what you have to survive, my lady,” he said. “Ser Criston brought you here at the Red Keep. What were you saying earlier? You never finish your word.”

“I was going to ask if you’re always this persistent,” you clarified. “But I don’t want to be rude, especially when I’m talking to someone important as you.”

Aemond hummed. “Where did you come from, if I may ask?”

You halted your tracks, heart pounded. “What makes you say that?”

Aemond lowered his gaze for a moment before returning his gaze back to yours. “Your voice,” he started.

“What about my voice? Is it weird?” The fingers on your left hand touched your throat, alerted.

Aemond’s eye blinked. “It’s unusually different. You don’t speak as the ladies in court. I assume you’re from another kingdom. Or perhaps from elsewhere far from Westeros.”

Oh yes. Very far.

And having a different accent is a dead giveaway.

“Sorry,” you replied, flustered. “It’s kinda difficult for me to explain. You’ll have a hard time keeping up. You already saw my clothes before. It’s not a gown or a dress. That might be as the first clue. Not might, sorry. I mean, you already got one.”

“I’ll attempt to gain knowledge,” he insisted, getting closer to you. “Whatever it takes, especially a fearless maiden who saved my sister.”

You shook your head. “Trust me, you won’t get it. Not everyone here will get it. It’s best if you forget and move on. I’m just an outsider.”

Aemond watched your movements. “That is why I’m questioning you, my lady. You have managed to garner everyone’s attention from the moment you stepped into King’s Landing, even the wandering light.”

“What wandering light?”

Aemond stood in silence, his face paled.

Shrugging, you recollect your strength. “You’re not wrong about garnering attention,” you said. “Then again, I’ll do my damndest to answer your questions. Hope you’re ready by then.”

“May I acquire your name? I wish to properly thank you,” Aemond insisted, the sound of his quiet voice tingling against your skin and prickled the sides on your back.

You found yourself flustered again, somewhat chuckling as your face veiled by your long hair from your head lowering. Aemond took this by surprise, unsure of how to act of a giggling maiden like you.

“Is something the matter, my lady? Your face is quite red.” Aemond looked at you with concern yet with keenness of the unusual act.

“I’m okay, but you’re so persistent,” you commented, heaving a sigh, then a notion of how to say your introduction. Fuck, after reading so many fanfics, romance books and watching K-Drama in your spare time, you think you know what you’re doing. But you have to fuck all your flirting up.

“You’ve certainly captured my utmost attention,” he said, gentle.

Gazing into his dreamy face and his glow flowing locks, your heart melted.

He is undeniably gorgeous.

“Alright,” you said with smallest grin, somewhat fatigue, “guess is as good time as any.”

You went near him—cautiously with your hand out. “Name’s…” The pain in your stomach grew hotter, sharper. Then a shot of cough drained on the floor, filled with blood; the blood stained in your cupped hand first from trying to shield the ailing condition.

Meanwhile, you caught a sight of Aemond gobsmacked at the sudden blood spilled from your mouth, his hand reached to your back shoulder but never grasped it.

Smiling, you resumed, “My…name…is…”

Dropping down onto your knees, wobbling, then your upper body collapsed, and the last thing you saw was Aemond caught you in his arms; his right hand placed behind your head, and the glowing silver-blond hair casted like halo under a sunlight, gaping at you in perturbation.

If this is heaven, you’re sure you’ll die happy in the arms of a Targaryen prince.

~Aemond’s POV~

By the time they found Aemond, the Maester took care of your new abrasions, over layered the old ones, dabbing your skin with wet cotton, a wet cotton that contains a chemical that summons a sting and a hiss producing from your lips.

In a blurry haze of a daylight sun, he examined Alicent and Aemond’s older brother, Aegon, who wore a subtle smirk and darting his glances back and forth between you and Aemond.

Aemond, of course guard you over from Aegon’s stupidity, but in gladness, Alicent defended Aemond by sending Aegon away, but Aegon’s stubborn. The Maester informed the Queen that your wounds will take another week to rejuvenate with recuperation. Alicent is distraught of a young woman such as yourself nearly snapped in half by men who are twice the size or the strength.

Needless to say, Aemond agreed. Albeit he found your strength is great quality of stubbornness—a good kind of stubbornness—untouchable. Whoever you are, Aemond wished to thank you.

From there, Alicent dismissed the Maester and left the four people alone. While you’re asleep, Alicent encountered Aemond with, “Aemond, I thought I gave you an order to steer clear from the council,” she lectured. “Your father nearly threw a fit.”

“I was curious to what it was all about, mother,” Aemond replied nonchalantly. “If it wasn’t for me, you would all be in grave danger.”

Alicent shook her head, facing the oldest son. “And why in the Seven Hells would you accompany him, Aegon,” she asked, eyes broadened. “Taking this as a thrill is no jesting matter!”

Aegon shrugged. “I came there for the wine, but it seems to be rather empty. I needed catharsis on sending the guard seriously injured.” Then he threw a soft chuckle.

Sighing, the Queen is disapproved from the recklessness from her sons. “The Blacks were there to bequeath her a gratuitous moment. As do I. But Ser Marrow was a dull-witted for throwing a fit that is worse than Aegon’s drunken antics.”

Aegon ignored the statement; his eyes focused on you with curiosity. Queen Alicent pivoted her focus onto your sleeping figure.

At the corner of Alicent’s eye, Aemond glimpsed at you, longer than it should’ve been.

Alicent’s head lowered, shutting her eyes and sighed. The harsh timbre in her voice softened, as does her hues, all drained from anger and guarded nature she mustered up against the former member of Kingsguard. “If Aemond wasn’t there, Ser Marrow might annihilate the members of the council with his foolishness. And with Aegon’s quick act prevented another traitor.”

Both Alicent’s sons flabbergasted, but briskly shifted their attitude to normalcy.“Regardless, we must get on. Aegon, return back to whatever you’re doing. I shall see you both at supper.”

Uninterested, Aegon left, leaving Aemond, Alicent and you alone in your quarters.

“Aemond, what is your real reason for you to rescue her?”

Aemond’s heart pattered. “As I have declared before. She rescued Helaena from those wretched cunts from Flea Bottom.”

Alicent shaken her head. “I know you. Lying to your mother is no good. You have caused a scene—the Black saw to that testimony.”

Aemond said nothing, lingering his gape at you.

Her gaze widened in fret, her voice lowered. “Was it…was it because of that dream again, is it?”

Aemond hasn’t shifted.

“That dream—when you lost your eye and obtained Vhagar, you saw the green star—the wandering light that befell from the sky,��� Alicent concluded. “It’s the same one, isn’t it?”

The vision of wandering light flashed before his eyes, clouded his judgment as he fixed his eye on you. He could’ve sworn he heard voices, but it’s never clear cut.

The question replayed. Where is she from?

“Do you think it’s possible, mother?” Aemond began.

Her hand soothed Aemond’s upper arm, then a thick string of silver-blond locks. “Whatever your heart lies, anything you’ll do, it will be possible to prevent the causes—terrible things must prevent and prevail with redemption. But the truest of your heart—your love must be hidden in secret.”

Aemond’s heart stung at her words.

How could he kept his feeling furtive when the answer from his dreams lies before him?

“Watch her for me,” she begged. “I cannot afford to witness another innocent girl suffer.”

With Alicent fled, Aemond sat down on a spare chair and monitored your every move.

Unfortunately, his supervising has been cut short by the summoned doubts and bleak conclusions, somewhere far where he could no longer see you—the wandering light. His duty as a prince mustn’t fail. At what cost? His love in secret has been deeply buried, bound by duty, bound by the fate of fire and blood.

~Your POV~

The lively soul in you nearly slipped.

It was close.

Too close, in fact, you went too far to stand out apart from crowd of army and spectators. And you paid it with blood. Blood of the blade you withheld against the blood of men. Blade against the blade of injustice. A world that rules by lords and dragons, someone like you—a women in a modern future—have no place to outshine. But how could you stand out, when you all did was to survive the game?

In the world of Westeros, women aren’t allowed to hold daggers and swords and shields, rather needles and jewelries and dresses, infants and books—the hymns about goodly knights and godly kings and graceful princesses—due to a fan of Game of Thrones, you know this. You’re aware of the risks, if standing out too much from the patriarchal system. Damn the patriarchy and its rules. Being as a girl from a modern world, you’d rather eat and sleep on the couch, replaying F.R.I.E.N.D.S. episodes, reciting every line from the show while eating stacks of cheesy pizza and burger with spicy takeout food and big chunk of chocolate chip cookies and large cup of soda.

But there you were, laying down on the bedside, eating less meals, waiting for the new wounds to heal. After the Maester treated your lesion and gashes, he informed you that it will take more days for your strength to revive.

Nearly a month or so—thought you’re positively unsure and inaccurate the timeline.

Unfortunate, but better weeks than years.

It was then Westeros was nothing but another cage, despite a large continent with millions of people—of nobles and peasants and knights and criminals alike--dragons, included. It’s no different, but in the medieval century, least in the fictional world, you want nothing more but this as a fever dream, and admire the world from afar and separate—hoping you’d jump back into the real world from fictional novel.

Only then, the hell descended further.

Fever rose in your weakened system. Long story short, it went away for three days. By then, the servant informed you of meeting with Queen Alicent. First and foremost, Lady Rhaenys and Lord Coryls Velaryon from Driftmark visited you, but by then you were asleep at the time, resting in a lingering dreamland, but awoken, spotting them in your half-asleep. Secondly, Rhaenyra, who seems to be not to be disturbed in your sleep, but says her words of gratitude, regardless—while you’re half-awake. Thus, Rhaenyra left the premise—she promised beforehand that you and the Blacks are going to have a proper discussion.

After three days rest, the fever was gone, and the following hour—in sundown—the guards awoke you, without so much of announcement or decency to alter and improve your appearance—beaten you when you resisted—and escorted you out to a long passageways and stopped at the great doors, despite your body is drowned with milk of the poppy.

With the great doors shut, yanking you in, you were walking towards the council, everyone laid their eyes on you, and you eyeing them back—anxious and daring thrill and paralyzing unprepared all in one. A new odyssey and purpose lies in the council has begun.

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[lysanstd]

ㅤ⋆ 　　 ࿐　　a distância não nos permite enxergar melhor, mas achamos que em cima daquele dragão está lysander durran hjelmstad, um cavaleiro de vinte e oito anos, que atualmente cursa quarta série e faz parte do quadrante dos cavalheiros. dizem que é astuto, mas também infame. podemos confirmar quando ele descer, não é? sua reputação é conhecida além das fronteiras, e dizem que se parece com chay suede.

𝐈. 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂

nome completo: lysander durran hjelmstad;

apelidos: ander, lys;

data de nascimento: 1 de setembro;

zodíaco: sol em virgem, lua em capricórnio, ascendente em áries;

filiação: morana hjelmstad (mãe), vasili (pai), outres parentes.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

como todo produto, lysander sempre teve consciência da exigência em provar o seu valor. criado onde sonhos eram pesados e trocados como moedas, pouco compreendia que a crueldade e ambição não eram sinônimos de sobrevivência. vasili, seu pai, via naquele jovem o símbolo de uma escalada social, um futuro montador de dragão que abriria portas em corredores de poder entre os khajols perante o ambiente de guerra, como se lysander fosse uma extensão de suas próprias aspirações. não havia qualquer espaço para vulnerabilidade, apenas o endurecimento de um filho que devia suportar o peso de ser uma chave para tudo que o pai almejava.

por outro lado, havia morana, sua mãe. uma changeling que abandonara suas raízes apenas para se refugiar onde seus sacrifícios nunca foram suficientes. marcada pela perda de um primeiro filho, ela moldou lysander com a mesma frieza de quem guarda luto por dentro: nunca falava abertamente do que sofreu, nem ao menos poderia contá-lo sobre, mas o menino era sensível o suficiente para sentir a mágoa como uma corrente, algo que cresceu entre mãe e filho desde o cordão umbilical e se entranhava em seus ossos desde então. o desprezo que ela sussurrava sobre os khajols parecia a única herança que lysander se apropriava com destreza, já que para ele, aquele povo era o espelho partido que mostrava o notório e o ignorável; tal aversão era mais forte e entranhada do que ele podia internalizar de maneira consciente.

foi submetido ao instituto de maneira voluntária, aos oito anos de idade, a alcunha de mais um desafio que o garoto deveria vencer por sua própria astúcia ardia em sua mente como ferro em brasa, impresso de forma que não poderia ser untado e sarado. nunca foi capaz de esquecer o que ocorreu naquele parapeito. à frente dele, uma garota avançava hesitante, suas passadas lentas e cuidadosas, fazendo com que o peito de lysander fosse audível como os suspiros da menina, que em um momento estava ali diante dele e em outro, os pés pisaram em falso, contorcendo-se no ar para que pudesse ser salva. quando o corpo dela caiu e o som do impacto reverberou no ar, lysander só conseguiu seguir em frente. tinha ciência de que, se falhasse, teria o fim daquela changeling, ou pior, se retornasse sem nada para vasili, o khajol seria menos misericordioso.

não tinha sido o primeiro preço que pagou. durante a ceifa, a viagem ao sonhār foi estranha, uma sensação tão singular se agarrava a ele de maneira que não encontrava palavra alguma que o definisse, parecia flutuar, estar em paz, algo que não tinha sentido até então. mal sabia distinguir onde começava o céu e terminava o chão, onde tudo fluía como se a própria realidade fosse líquida e flexível. queria sucumbir, transformar-se ali mesmo e criar suas raízes; ser algo — material ou imaterial —, sem essência ou contorno ao qual precisasse se ajustar, e isso, por incrível que parecesse, não parecia tão ruim. quando a essência surgiu em meio à névoa, um brilho ínfimo de sob a luz pálida que vazava do nada, lysander hesitou. frente a frente, sentia a ideia se quebrar em alguma parte de si, por fim tomando consciência de que aquele lugar não o pertencia, não ainda. o casco de tom azulado entre seus dedos, que eclodiu tardiamente graças ao tempo ambíguo passado em sonhār, poderia ser a sua salvação por um punhado de anos ou seria apenas o cadeado que traficaria lysander aos anseios de outrem.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

thetis é uma dragão fêmea da espécie aquaris. as escamas azuladas são brilhantes como pérolas e é volátil como a água, podendo se agitar facilmente a qualquer sinal de perigo. tende a ser a companhia intensa e constante de lysander, mais calorosa que o meio-feérico imaginaria suportar até o final de seus dias.

especialização: combate naval.

[mhsdatgo]

The Helaemonds/Helaegons need to calm down.

Don't get me wrong, it's always refreshing to see some people fill in the gaps of a basically untold relationship such as the one between the green kids in general, but this goes beyond basic obsessive shippy discourse. Leave this poor girl alone. Why's there an obsession with having her be romantically paired with her brothers, one worse than the other?

I understand the show has basically shown so little of her to the point where we didn’t even have a coronation for her on screen, so therefore you can self insert through her and have fun with headcanons regarding Aegon and Aemond. Really, I'm not faulting their girlies, you can be head over heels for whatever actor in character you want (unless you put them on pedestals and start acting like they did nothing wrong and pounce on whoever contests them, THEN we have a problem) but I assure you, Helaena would barely want anything to do with either of them.

Aegon is a sex pest turned sex offender, a drunkard and a neglectful father and husband at best. Her infamous toast in ep.8 has us believing that he cannot for the life of him interact with her unless he's horny drunk or that he forces himself on her at worst.* He was ready to leave them all in ep.9 before he was caught. Even the book is subtle about their relationship: all we know of them is that they sleep in shared chambers, that she was someone important and reliable in Aegon's council before B&C, and that he named her and Alicent the true Queens of his reign.

*(⚠️TW: PERSONAL OPINION⚠️ I'm not saying this last one isn't a possibility but it's sill outrageous for the way people speak about Helaena in defence of this "claim". No, she wouldn't joke about her own r*pe in front of the whole table full of people she doesn't know and right beside her abuser, and despite the hour-long metas I've read about how she's basically "too sheltered" to know what r*pe even means, I assure you she's a high-functioning autistic, not 5 years old. She can understand it perfectly.)

Helaemond is a pure show invention, I honestly wasn't expecting this many people to go up this kind of train. They barely interact, and most of the time it's Aemond saying he'd "perform his duty" should Helaena ever be wed to him, or that stare in ep.9 when he enters her chambers toiling after Alicent. It's, as always, the Aemond girlies who think poor Helaena would live her best life with Aemond, or that they are already romantically involved behind the scenes. The amount of "if one possesses a thing, the other will take it away" edits from people that are FULLY CONVINCED "the thing" is Helaena and that "the one" and "the other" are Aemond and Aegon respectively is honestly concerning.

Fics that are all about Aegon doing the worst and unspeakable things to her so "Aemond can come and save her" are y'all okay? Out of all people, HE has to save her?

Babes, I'm sorry to break your bubble, but this isn't Aegon IV/Naerys/Aemon on steroids. Aemond didn't give two shits about Helaena. No, he wasn't jealous when Jace came to ask her to dance, he just wanted to stir some shit. If we talk about the books, he didn't fucking hesitate to leave King's Landing, his sister, his mother and whatever he was doing for the Riverlands the second he heard that Daemon was there. And he brought the only means of defence they had with him. If he knew how important Vhagar was for the city's defence, he's evil, if he didn't realize it, he's dumb as fuck. Which one is it, Aemond girlies?

People beat each other to the curb about Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Maelor's paternity like it's the Wars of The Roses. They put Helaena and Alys against the other like they have personal beef with one of them.

Stop mentioning this sweetheart only when it's about praising or hating one of her brothers. No, it's not the only option you have because she's underdeveloped as a character. There's actually another one.

LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE.

[witheredoffherwitch]

Speculations and Spoilers: A Breakdown of the Trailer

Overall, here are my initial thoughts on the trailer: it exceeded my expectations. I was prepared for the rumoured "leaked" version but I am pleasantly surprised with what we got instead. The aesthetic of this season has already improved - the colour grading, costumes, and makeup all seem to have upgraded from previous seasons.

Now let's get to the trailer itself. I won't analyze every single scene, but rather focus on a few intriguing ones and share my own theories. Just a heads up, there may be some spoilers mentioned in the following observations. So, proceed with caution!

The first shot of Rhaenyra is absolutely heartbreaking. She appears shattered and defeated, likely searching for her son's body by the Shipbreaker's Bay:

Both shots seem to be part of the same sequence as she is wearing the same outfit.. and the first shot could be the aftermath of her unsuccessful attempt to find her son's remains.

In the next scene, we are presented with two dragons on opposite sides: Syrax and Rhaenyra on one side, and Seasmoke on the other. This will potentially show Addam or Laenor swearing allegiance to Rhaenyra's cause.

The third scene I wanted to highlight is Alicent caught in the midst of a riot. While many assume it will occur during the funeral procession, I believe it takes place much later in the series. One hint is from the leaks revealing Alicent's funeral attire, which looks quite different from what we see here.

The first image is from the leaked footage, while the second one is what we see in the official trailer. It's possible that they may have reshot the scene with different costumes, but it seems unlikely. In the second scene, which I assume will be set much later in the season, it seems likely that they might finally introduce the Shepherd. Personally, I will be thrilled if they bring him into the series earlier on as he becomes one of the most prominent voices against House Targaryen. His early introduction will showcase his growing hatred for their dragons, and his sermons will only become more antagonistic as Rhaenyra's rule progresses. Eventually, it will lead to the infamous storming of the dragon pit where the mob will eventually slaughter all of their remaining dragons.

A brief glimpse at Helaena's scenes with B&C and her attending Jaehaerys' funeral procession:

The second scene captures her gazing upwards, likely indicating one of two possibilities: 1. she is giving the command for Dracarys to Dreamfyre, or 2. she is looking up to see Aegon on Sunfyre, who may perform the final rites himself.

In addition to Rhaenyra's dragon-riding scene, we are shown Baela and Aemond on their dragons. Baela is decked out in armour, possibly indicating her involvement in a war. This supports the popular theory that she will be present at Rook's Rest.

Baela's scene has many fans speculating that it may be when she witnesses the death of Rhaenys.

Moving on to the Aegon scene, I am thoroughly amused by his attitude. I was afraid we would be stuck in another sombre period with Aegon, but thankfully we have moved on and entered his cunty phase.

Lastly, I won't delve deeper into these two scenes since I've already addressed the question here.

However, I have heard the theory about it being a dream sequence, which is something I personally prefer over the idea of it being about Alys.

Now, my final thoughts: Rhaenyra looks more pro-active as most of us had expected earlier. However, I still doubt if they will include her in any of the war sequences. Her role will be much more covert (which the maesters wouldn't have known to record in the history texts.) On the other hand, Alicent appears to have given up this season altogether. A side note: both women look stunningly beautiful in the trailer.

Aemond continues to dominate as the most interesting character, and it seems we can anticipate his reign as Prince Regent this season. Even in his brief appearances, he manages to captivate our attention and leave us wanting more. Aegon will be taking charge and we can expect a major comeback now that he is leading the Green faction.

AND that concludes everything for the time being! I may come back to this post later and make some revisions, but for now, this is all.

[writingwenches]

OC Spotlights — Dornish Marches

get ready for slutty DILF Vibes. No set time period yet for these two men.

cw: medieval themed violence against women

In the year 12AC, a terrible thing happened. In Fawnton, on the wedding day of Ser Jon Cafferen to Lady Alys Oakheart the wedding party was tortured by the hands of Lord Wyl of Wyl and the women were sold to Myrish pirates. Amongst them were many members of House Dondarrion. This was the most infamous act of the First Dornish War. The generations since has seen much violence in the region, and is seen by lowborns as some of the most dangerous lands to travel for women. Highborn ladies whisper about slanderous rumors regarding the area and the houses surrounding it.

House Dondarrion of Blackhaven or House Cafferen of Fawnton

House is more for geography reasons, over anything. So, think of this as AU if it effects anything in the story LOL potential names include Cleoden, Baldric, Dermot, Galladon, Luceon, Dake, Gerold, Lucantine, Theodore, Wendell....

House Wyle of Wyle at the mouth of the Boneway, along the river Wyle

Titus Wyle or I was trying to think of some play on the name Hades or Hadal...Wyle's are most likely considered "Stoney Dornishmen"

The fued between the two men have been going on for ages. It starts out as a chance meeting of two young lads in the wilderness around their homes, too ready to fight, not mature enough to kill. Those fights turned into more and that more turned into something.

I don't know exactly what happened to break these two boy's hearts, but it must have been brutal...or expected.

sexy trash below the cut

The feud between houses are strong, and the two men continued it amongst themselves. Both houses are known for stealing woman, highborn or not, and using them to bare their children.

It has ben tradition in the area to have similarly looking lowborn girls to their ladies travel with them at all times, referred to as their Bridesmaids.

It is ill-advised to travel with women in your party through the area around Boneway, lest your daughters or wives be snatched up by the fueding houses as part of some scheme.

High Born Ladies of Westeros speak of the terrible things House Wyle does to captured ladies in their clutches, while House Dondarrion has similar rumors amongst noble Dornishwomen. Many stories are told in whispers amongst young girls in their bedchambers, of vile acts the men could do. Some of the most scandalous and secret stories, only known to the women and men-kissers of the realm, end in a beautiful, horrible, tragic romance between a captured noble lady and her ravingly handsome Dondarrion/Wyle Lord. They giggle, until they experience it for themselves.

The road between Blackhaven and Yronwood is traveled by raiders and traders in a hurry. Slavery is illegal in the kingdoms, but the Lords of both houses have sold members of the opposite family into bondage for generations, so they are known to look the over way, quietly endangering the low-borns of the area. Notorious brothels were established in the area, or those of particular taste, perhaps leading to Summerhall eventually being used by the Targaryen and Dornish nobles.

As the generations go on, it is said that they two houses have grown to look more and more similar to one another, mostly due to sisters and wives of the houses being stolen away and forced to wed their rival house counterparts. It is also common for decoy women being captured along with other ladies. It has been said that on numerous occasions, more beautiful woman than their true born daughters were used as Bridesmaids, as a way to deter their use as wives and broodmares.

It has grown common for spies are sent from both houses to the other, to find the true face of the ladies of their houses. Both houses put a lot of time and resources into their violence against women its romantic right??

Some noble women are treated as servants amongst their individual keeps, not being allowed to act their true station until later in life. Perhaps, some women are not told of their status until they are to be married away.

Both houses have known bastards around their houses. Westeros looks down on the Dondarrions for enabling the production of bastards. Dorne looks down on House Wyle for treating their bastard children more like servants or slaves rather than children.

Both castles have grown more as fortresses over the years, both houses have tunneled deep below their keeps to keep secret the majority of their estate. House Dondarrion is said to have a bottomless moat surrounding their castle, and perhaps the keep goes just as low.

Much like the Red Keep, both castles have dungeons for different purposes. Some are for prisoners, some are for high borns and nobles, and some are for torture. Different lords of the Dondarrion and Wyle utilize the dungeons in different ways, though most Lords have them filled.

can you tell I want to be chained up in a dungeon? oops

ehehe it could make Criston Cole sexier if he grew up around this trash 🤷🏻

I don't have much planned out, as for as plot for my handsome men BUT I'm noodling on it whoops. Maybe they fuck a targaryen? Or just fuck each others siblings :/// lol oops I'm sure there are ENDLESS crazy romance novel tropes that could come of these houses and maybe I'll write them all.

Always open to hearing opinions/whatever! Anon is on in my ask if its too embarrasing to talk about LOL

[mooniedust]

Aemond targaryen prompt

Plot: Aemond, driven by a burning ambition to solidify his place in the war, seeks out Alys Rivers, hoping to secure a pact that will tip the scales in his favor. However, as the shadows of their encounter deepen, he begins to realize that the witch before him may not be the ally he anticipated—or perhaps, she is exactly who she is meant to be.

Credits and Considerations: The seed of this idea was planted by my fascination with the bot from @dragonismo, "The Prince and his witch" on Character ai. All credit for the initial structure of this story belongs to her, and I encourage everyone to explore and appreciate her work. I haven't read it Fire & Blood yet, so I apologize for any creative liberties taken, my imagination tends to run wild, especially on sleepless nights. English is not my first language, sorry :')

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

The decrepit halls of Harrenhal, scarred by the passage of relentless time, were steeped in a palpable atmosphere of desolation, where silence was broken only by the insistent crackle of rain, striking mercilessly against the ruins of what had once been a feared and indomitable fortress. The sound of Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen’s leather boots echoed through the void, reverberating like a dark omen with every step. His every movement, firm and deliberate, exuded a grim elegance, like a shadow passing through the twilight.

Rumors, whispers laced with curses, danced on the lips of courtiers, carried by the cold winds that haunted the decaying fortress. They spoke of a witch who dwelled in that accursed place, a creature of darkness who, in exchange for infamous pacts, fulfilled the darkest desires of men. Aemond, with his icy gaze and mind sharp as a killer’s blade, did not easily succumb to folly, but the murmurs of "Alys Rivers" and her cunning had reached him in a moment of desperation, and even the pride of a dragon could bow to necessity. One does not win a war with honor; one wins with blood and fire.

As he entered the main hall, one of the few chambers still preserved in the rotten heart of Harrenhal, Aemond was enveloped by a heavy, unnerving aroma, a mix of burnt herbs and incense that seemed to poison the air. The prince wrinkled his nose but remained steadfast, his good eye scanning every shadowy corner of the room before he raised his voice, a command that sliced through the air like a blade.

"I’ve come to negotiate, witch."

For a moment, silence reigned once more, filled only with the wind's laments and the distant growl of Vhagar, the old dragon patiently waiting at the entrance, ever ready for battle. But the silence did not last. A feminine laugh, laden with malice and provocation, echoed through the corridors, mocking the prince’s proposition.

Aemond glimpsed a figure slinking through the shadows, too quick to be caught, but not quick enough to go unnoticed. He understood swiftly: he was being hunted, but not by an ordinary prey. What unfolded before him was a cruel game, orchestrated by a twisted mind. The image of Daemon Targaryen emerged first, but soon other familiar faces followed from the darkness: Helaena, with wide eyes and trembling lips, murmuring about an inevitable death; Aegon, consumed by flames; Alicent, gazing at Aemond as if he were a monster she herself had created; even the brothel keeper of the Silk Street had not been spared. The witch, cunning and relentless, toyed with his memories, with his deepest pains, forging illusions that assaulted his mind. But Aemond was a Targaryen, forged in fire and steel, and he would not be defeated by cheap tricks.

"Enough games, Alys," his voice thundered through the room as he advanced towards the hooded figure he had cornered, his gaze as sharp as a blade poised to deliver the final blow. With a swift motion, he spun her around to face him, but what he saw was not the witch.

Lucerys.

The illusion, quick and painful as a blade through his chest, dissolved before he could react, leaving only the empty hood at his feet.

"Not amusing, is it? Invading my home and demanding my services. I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not Alys either." The voice, dripping with sarcasm, came from behind him. "She’s gone, but I’m here." When Aemond turned, he found himself facing the true witch, a figure who, despite her fragile appearance, exuded a dark and unshakeable power.

He stepped forward, his presence dominating the space between them. "You too grant men their deepest desires, don’t you? I’ve come here to test the limits of your power." His voice, cold and as sharp as winter, filled the room with an unquestionable authority.

Even standing before her, imposing, Aemond kept his distance, for to touch her would be to lower himself—and foolish, given the unknown extent of her powers. His good eye, intense and penetrating, studied every detail of the woman before him, trying to unravel her intentions. She could easily be mistaken for a demure court lady, small as a rat, and he, a prince ravenous for power, had no qualms about crushing a few rats.

"It should be me on the throne," he murmured, as if the words were obvious and needed no further context, as though they were uttered by the gods themselves.

The witch’s response was a low laugh, a sound that crackled like a spark in the darkness. "And it will be, it can be permanent," she said, with a softness that pricked the soul. "But understand, war is not the ideal path, and to plot against the life of your king? A bit treacherous, don’t you think?"

Aemond leaned over her, his arms rigidly crossed behind his back, the tension in his body evident, his eyes burning with fierce determination. "I cannot stand by and watch my brother destroy our house’s legacy. He is not worthy. The throne is mine. What do you suggest, witch?"

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Only the sound of her nails scraping against the wooden table broke the silence. Then, the witch sighed, adjusting her silk dress with calculated indifference, as if the weight of the words she was about to speak could not touch her.

"Your brother is practically dead, a breath of wind would topple him. Your sister, the poor girl, lost to madness, unable to recover after the loss of her son. And then there’s only you, prince regent—or should I call you… my king?"

"My king." The words, dripping with venom and promise, ignited a flame of fury in Aemond’s eyes.

"And what do you gain from this, witch?" He stepped closer, rage pulsing in his veins, his eyes locked on hers, daring her to flinch.

"I am a simple woman," she said, her voice as soft as it was treacherous. "All I desire is safety, the assurance that my life will be preserved. And, of course, a slightly bolder request: I want a seat at the small council during your reign."

A seat at the small council. The demand, bold and provocative, inflamed Aemond’s mind, each word a strike against his honor. A woman, on the small council? His expression hardened, his hands fell heavily on the table, as if he could crush the affront before him.

"And what use would you have on the small council? Perhaps as my cupbearer during war councils," Aemond’s tone was pure derision, a challenge thrown at her feet.

"My price is low," she cut him off with a sour expression, her words laced with disdain that almost made him laugh. "I’m not asking for riches, titles, or lands. Just a seat at the table. I’m merely ensuring that the king I place on the throne remains there, and I doubt those weak, pathetic men could keep you there alone. Not when all they offer is flattery and incompetence. Let me remind you, I’m accomplishing in one afternoon what they haven’t managed in years. Pathetic."

Aemond’s eyes narrowed, darkening further as he scrutinized every detail of her face, searching for any sign of weakness, any hint of doubt.

"You are a witch. I know the power your magic carries," he said, his voice deep and laced with threat. "But you will never, ever, use that power against me. That means no deceiving me, no enchanting me, no forcing me to say, do, or feel anything I do not desire. My mind and my body are my own. The only power I grant you is the right to whisper advice in my ear—occasionally."

The woman waved her hands dismissively, showing little interest in the prince’s words, gesturing towards her well-organized desk, with only a few scrolls and quills that seemed untouched at that moment.

"Your body and mind will be yours, my words and counsel will be delivered solely to the king. But do not be mistaken. I will not hold my tongue if I see something wrong. I am not giving you the title of prince regent; I am making you the damn king. Still, I will have the decorum not to embarrass you in front of others. Now, now, how shall we seal this contract, hmm?" She blinked her large eyes with a glint of mischief at the prince, awaiting a reaction beyond his usual scowl.

[yallcantread]

Before delving into the current drama circulating, I'd like to emphasize that this controversy seems rather pointless, and people are getting upset over nothing. It's important for me to clarify that I have no personal connection with Taylor Swift or Matty Healy. I appreciate both of their artistic work. I am not being compensated by anyone to express my thoughts on this matter.

Who am I? I'm a small artist who creates music. While I have some connections with labels, I'm still in the process of establishing myself. I'm sharing this perspective using a separate account to avoid making it about me. I won't be promoting my music or seeking followers in this context.

The reason I'm addressing this issue is that no one else seems willing to provide context in these situations, not even the so-called "news" applications. TikTok and Twitter have become breeding grounds for misinformation, as people seek attention and likes. It's disheartening to witness how easily words like "Nazi" or "racist" are thrown around simply because someone doesn't approve of the person an artist is dating.

As an artist myself, it's concerning to see how quickly people believe things based on out-of-context 60-second videos or viral and impulsive tweets sourced from TikTok and Twitter. I understand that neither Matty Healy nor Taylor Swift should have to address this situation, and it's unlikely that they will.

This thread aims to offer context and explanations for some of Matty Healy's controversial and "problematic" comments. It includes discussions about the infamous "ghetto gaggers" comment and the recent ice spice comment. Unfortunately, the community on the 1975 subreddit seems unhelpful as they discourage discussions about current events, even when seeking clarity or defending the group. A very useless subreddit with useless mods. Every topic will have sources.

1. “Matty Healy is Islamophobic.”

Let's address the misconception that Matty Healy is Islamophobic. His views on religion are not targeted solely at Islam; he holds an anti-organized religion stance. It is essential to understand that his concerns lie with the principles of organized religions as a whole, including Islam. People often label him as Islamophobic because he retweeted tweets from Ayaan Hirsi Ali, a well-known Somali activist who has left Islam and openly shares her reasons for doing so. Ayaan Hirsi Ali speaks out against various issues that women and young girls face, drawing from her own experiences as a former Muslim woman.

A particular incident that left an impression on me was when Ayaan Hirsi Ali made a short film discussing her departure from Islam and the oppression faced by women. As a result, both she and the director of the film received death threats. Tragically, her friend, the director, was later murdered by an Islamic terrorist. By retweeting the account of this credible and respected woman, Matty Healy was not displaying Islamophobia.

He had tweeted:

“I saw a film about Islam the other night, with people saying things like ‘I’m a Muslim and I’m white’ or ‘I’m a Muslim and I’m an American’ or ‘I’m a Muslim and I'm a patriot.’ You didn't see any ‘I’m a Muslim and I’m gay.’ Or ‘I used to be a Muslim and I'm fine”

And

“Isis are cutting little girls heads off and you want to challenge a non-religious, humanist perspective? I don’t understand the world at all.”

Criticism ensued following these retweets, especially during a time when openly expressing any criticism of Islam was considered unacceptable. Matty Healy received criticism on Twitter for the retweets.

One individual, who was both a Harry Styles fan and a Muslim, expressed disagreement and sought to educate him on Islam. Matty Healy's response, "I resent being 'educated' on religion by a Harry Styles fan account. Not having a go at him obvs, but it's hard to take seriously," should be understood in the context of a young fan displaying bias in favor of her own religion due to her age and limited perspective.

While Matty Healy acknowledged the criticism, it's worth noting that engaging in debates with young individuals on Twitter, particularly those in the age range of 12-22, is not his preference. He rightfully points out that trying to argue with someone who lacks the necessary understanding or context can be unproductive.

In this case, it wasn't about dismissing the person's views solely because they were a fan of Harry Styles, but rather because of the combination of their young age and their inclination to defend their own religious beliefs without considering broader perspectives. It's worth noting that engaging in meaningful discussions on complex topics like religion requires an open mind and a willingness to consider multiple viewpoints.

It's important to acknowledge that many religions have historically exhibited forms of sexism and misogyny.

2. “Kissing fans/underage fans”

Don’t know where this particular rumor started but here we go.

So, in 2022 during a concert a fan who was of age (22!!) had a sign that was like “it’s my birthday be my first kiss” and kept waving the sign. Matty noticed it and kept asking her over and over again that she was of age, had a stage crew member check her ID, asked her if it was okay, and then it happened.

In another incident, he kissed a 24-year-old fan, and various individuals attempted to speak on her behalf, claiming that she felt uncomfortable. She came out and said differently.

Regarding the notion that "kissing a fan is an imbalance of power," it can be argued that this statement is overly simplistic. While it is true that celebrities kissing their fans is not an everyday occurrence, it does happen on occasion. One example is Halsey, who has been involved in such incidents (although there was controversy surrounding one instance where there were allegations of the fan possibly being underage, the veracity of which I cannot confirm). It is important to consider each situation individually rather than making sweeping generalizations about power dynamics in all such cases.

Some individuals criticized him for checking IDs before kissing fans, with one viral tweet implying that his thoroughness in verifying the ages of the fans he invites on stage to kiss suggests he has engaged in sexual activities with underage girls. However, such insinuations are unfounded and unwarranted. It is not unreasonable for him to check IDs as a precautionary measure and ensure that he is engaging with consenting adults. In fact, verifying the age of participants is a responsible and necessary action given the potential legal and ethical implications. Therefore, labeling his actions as weird or inappropriate for checking IDs is unjustified.

3. “Matty Healy is a Nazi”

No, he isn't. This particular criticism appears to be the most unfounded of them all, as if words have lost their meaning. Before addressing it, however, I want to express my dislike for certain fans who deny that he imitated a Nazi salute. It's evident that he did an imitation as a satirical reference to self-identified Nazi, Kanye West. The context is important: during a performance of the socially conscious anthem 'Love It If We Made It,' he made the salute while singing the lyric 'Thank you Kanye, very cool!' which references Trump's infamous tweet thanking Kanye for his endorsement. Matty has discussed this further in his statements.

I’m a history buff. So I know a lot about most history, but mostly fascist history. But let’s talk more about “what/who is a Nazi/what do modern day nazis believe in?”

Nothing that Matty Healy believes in. The modern day Nazi is mostly known as a “Neo-Nazi.” Neo-Nazi literally means “new-Nazi” or “revived Nazi” and it refers to people who have adopted ideologies similar to those first identified with the Nazi Party, which ruled Germany under Hitler between 1933 and 1945. “Nazi” is a contraction of the German words meaning “National Socialism”. Nazis used to be more so known for their opposition to communism and for their mastery in propaganda.

Another controversial way this song was involved in yet another controversy was when it was first mentioned that an innocent black man named George Floyd had died at the hands of a police officer (a Nazi) named Derek Chauvin.

In response to this incident, many celebrities and individuals with platforms spoke out about the situation. In a now-deleted tweet, the singer wrote, 'If you truly believe that 'ALL LIVES MATTER,' you need to stop facilitating the end of black ones.' Healy included a link to the band's song 'Love It if We Made It,' which addresses racism and police brutality through its lyrics.

Many people falsely expressed outrage and insinuated that he did it for 'views' or to 'promote his music.' Firstly, such a claim is preposterous, considering the song was released in 2018, and in 2019 alone, nearly 1,000 people were killed by the police. It is important to note that artists do not primarily generate income from streaming, but rather from touring and selling merchandise. Though I haven't had the chance to tour myself, based on the discussions I've had, it is a significant source of income for artists, covering their expenses. That's precisely why merchandise is sold at concerts. To put it into perspective, artists typically keep 85% of their touring revenue from each venue. If they sell items like shirts, hoodies, vinyls, hats, and more, at an average price of $25, selling 200-500 items would generate $5,000-$12,500 from merchandise sales alone.

If he had intended to profit from the situation, he would have done so through merchandise, using George Floyd's face or name to make money in connection with his lyrics. Sharing a link to his song when an issue arises does not make it about him; it is his way of expressing his thoughts on the crisis. I tend to ramble a bit, but with my music, I attempt to address questions in a more structured manner. I assume that when Matty shared the link, his intention was to convey 'this is how I feel about it,' as people were urging him to speak up.

He subsequently apologized and clarified his intent, stating, 'Sorry I did not link my song in that tweet to make it about me. It's just that the song is literally about this disgusting situation and expresses it more eloquently than I can on Twitter.”

4. Matty Healy watches torture p*rn of black women/C*MTOWN, The Adam Friedland show/ghetto gaggers.

Firstly, if you're not familiar with the podcast Cum Town, it can be summarized as exactly what you'd expect. The episodes of Cum Town usually ran for approximately 60 minutes and were predominantly improvised. The show primarily revolves around a collection of explicit sexual humor and political commentary. Additionally, The Adam Friedland show can be regarded as a spin-off of Cum Town.

According to Wikipedia and feedback from listeners of the podcast, a prevalent theme of the show is centered around crude puns, rhymes, and sexually explicit scenarios, often involving well-known figures like Louis C.K., humorously referred to as "Louis SeemsGay." The show also occasionally incorporates ethnic and racial stereotypes into its comedic repertoire.

The humor of the show is primarily based on dark comedy, often featuring jokes that mock racial stereotypes and those who perpetuate or believe in them. It shares a similar style to that of South Park and many stand-up comedians. However, it's important to note that if this type of humor doesn't resonate with you, it simply may not be your cup of tea. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and personal preferences. Cum Town/The Adam Friedland show are leftist shows. They use vulgarity as a way to make their point, they’re considered “Dirtbag Left.” Click orgins of this Wikipedia page and you’ll see it listed as an example.

On February 9, 2023, Matty Healy appeared as a guest on the Adam Friedland show. Interestingly, this episode gained attention as people were searching for things to criticize Matty Healy for, starting with the Nazi salute controversy. Subsequently, they discovered a podcast episode featuring Matty Healy on TAFS, which they then seized upon.

During a random part of the show, Adam Friedland brought up a story claiming that Matty Healy was caught watching explicit content called Ghetto Gaggers by a person named Olive, who had gone back to retrieve her water bottle. Adam chuckled as he shared the story, mentioning that immediately after hanging out, explicit content played on the tv via airplay mode. Matty responded by questioning the behavior of airplaying pornography and even jokingly calling it psychopathic. The following conversation is a transcript of what was said by who and when. The conversation is color coded. Adam will be red, Matty will be purple and Nick will be green. As I don’t want to keep going “and ____ responds” over and over again.

Adam goes on laughing saying

“30 seconds after the hang just hardcore pornography. I heard that story and the only thing that bothered me was the air playing”

And Matty responds

“what you text me immediately being like I need the info on this story. Like how psychopathic do you have to be to like airplay porn on the TV?”

then Adam goes on and says

“I remember when porn on the phone became a thing and everybody’s like oh this is weird and it’s like no this is what I always wanted to be, i want to be hun hunched over have the phone jammed in my face you know jacking off on my own face”

“Edging for two days”

“Yeah crumpled up”

Nick says “well you’ve been doing porn on the Apple Watch”

Matty sarcastically says “oh no way for real? :O”

“that would be so sick”

“Like images. This is how James Bond jacks off”

“yeah just a yoga class filled with fat black women and one guy just on his phone, one guy jacking off and people were like “are you jacking off to us? and they’re pleasantly surprised yeah and he’s like no there’s women of size on my watch, my Apple Watch and then they say yeah you’re fired from Apple, you’re fired from coming up with that idea”

Well i was there it wasn’t just 30 seconds it was the combination of the fact that was you’re not exaggerating it’s just 30 seconds like you guys were still waiting outside she came back in i was already flustered like i was dressed as guy who was jacking off so i had untucked shirt and i think it literally was ghetto gaggers was on the tv it’s just somebody getting like brutalized and it wasn’t like some cool sceney New York art girl it wasn’t like “oh I’m sorry it doesn’t matter “ (matty says this imitating a rough, dirty person with like rasp) but it was little Olive, who comes in” (matty starts doing a preppy British imitation of Olive) and says “I’m so sorry-“

Adam chimes in with “yeah she’s like britishly apologizing”

And matty goes non chantly “and I’m like yeah it’s fine, it’s fine it’s okay. Well 10 minutes would’ve been fine but 30 seconds was like it was kinda almost like i was worried that was offensive”

“I think when you’re a guy living alone the order of operations is you before you go to sleep you just have to Jack off”

“you said to me, you said to me”

And Adam cuts him off like “sorry I’ve got a story to tell” and he talks about a guy he used to live with(?) who brought home a girl, had dinner, he struck out she got drunk and slept on the couch he went inside his room and started blasting pornography loud hoping she’d hear it and I’m trying to sleep” and the whole group laughs at it.

Then Adam goes to speak about a product for an ad or whatever . And that’s literally it .

(38:40) is the beginning of the conversation.

It seems like the conversation between Matty Healy and Adam Friedland involved sarcasm, but certain individuals deliberately shortened the podcast clip to create a misleading impression. Consequently, people who came across that shortened clip may have started watching it without understanding the context and thus formed misconceptions.

In my personal opinion, it is evident that the story shared during the podcast episode was not genuine. Upon watching the full clip, it becomes clear that the story lacks coherence and does not align with the overall context. It seems to have been created on a whim, similar to other improvised scenes they engage in during the show. Taking the full clip into account and examining the story in its entirety, it becomes apparent that the narrative was not meant to be taken seriously or as an accurate account of events.

When Matty retells the story, he claims that Adam and Nick were waiting outside his trailer while he engaged in the act for precisely 30 seconds. It seems illogical for Adam to text Matty for details if they were already waiting outside the trailer. Additionally, if Matty was indeed watching explicit content and masturbating, it is reasonable to assume that the trailer door would be locked, making it unlikely for others to witness the act.

Overall, it is important to approach this story with skepticism. Believing that Matty watched Ghetto Gaggers solely based on this account seems unfounded and lacks credibility.

I want to clarify that I don’t believe Adam Friedland watches Ghetto Gaggers, either. My understanding of Ghetto Gaggers is similar to his, I believe. Before I explain how I even know of such content, I want to emphasize that I am not a fan of pornography in any form.

On Twitter, there is a prevalent joke or gimmick among popular male accounts, often known for copying and pasting tweets or becoming the target of jokes from their own followers. When these accounts gain viral tweets, it is common for someone to reply with an inappropriate video or picture, seeking a reaction from others. These videos are often extreme and fall into the realm of unethical pornography, deliberately posted to provoke a response.

In response to such replies, the OP hides the video from being directly seen in the replies. Another person, either the OP or a follower, then quote tweets the popular tweet with a message like “DON’T CHECK HIDDEN/DON’T CLICK HIDDEN/DON’T LOOK AT HIDDEN,” intending to entice others to view the hidden content. This is a specific aspect of Twitter culture that might not be familiar if you are not active on the platform.

can provide examples of tweets that employ this gimmick and hide content using GG (Ghetto Gaggers) if needed. A lot of the “DONT CHECK HIDDEN” with ghetto gaggers clips have been deleted or the accounts have been removed so struggling to find any account where the hidden video is that but that’s alright. Just type in “DONT CHECK HIDDEN” on twitter search bar. Also, NSFW for a lot of these examples.

1. Nsfw (look at the replies)

2. hidden reply (the account that posted the hidden comment is notorious for posting such content. I did a quick scroll and already saw black fetish content)

3. Yeah I’m not showing anymore for your sake and mine.

5. “Matty Healy trashes Ice Spice, says racially charged comments at her, said racist things about her made fun of her”

Other part to bring up was the Ice Spice thing? Ice Spice, the rapper isn’t Hawaiian or Asian in any sense, the hosts and Matty know this. Matty didn’t say anything racist about her, the hosts made the joke. I don’t believe people know that Matty Healy is British because the ones in the podcast that even make such remarks are clearly American. The following is a transcript of the conversation:

Matty: “Ice spice, you know who that is?”

Adam: “Nick does know who she is. She’s like one of the spice girls”

Matty: “She’s a rapper from the Spice Girls.”

Adam: “Inuit Spice Girl. Just this chubby Chinese lady.”

Adam: *Mimicking Asian accents* “I rap music.” Do they talk like that?

Matty:” They don’t talk with a Chinese accent.”

Nick: It’s more Hawaiian style.

Adam: *Pops mouth*

Matty: “Yeah, more Hawaiian. Welcome to Hawaii.”

Adam: “Locals only.”

Matty: “Yeah, that’s what Ice Spice is like.”

Nick: “She’s a very attractive woman who released one song, and basically everyone…”

Adam: “So, you slide into her DMs and go, ‘So what are you, a f**king Eskimo?’”

Matty: Yeah, yeah, that’s what I was like, you f**king dumb- yeah.”

That was the extent of the interaction, which was clearly intended as satire. Matty did not make any racist remarks.

It’s worth noting that Adam is known for doing impressions, as mentioned on his Wikipedia page. Mocking accents can be seen as humorous to some people, and the intention behind such humor is often to be offensive. The concept is that the joke would not be funny if it weren’t offensive. However, if you don’t find it funny, that’s okay. If you consider laughing at such corny satirical jokes as racist, then the same argument could be applied to shows like Family Guy, South Park, and others that make fun of certain beliefs. It’s important to recognize that Matty did not participate in the impressions.

In my view, racism goes beyond stereotypical accents of certain groups and involves systemic discrimination. People who grew up during the “your fave is problematic” era on Tumblr may have been influenced in a way that hyper-focuses on superficial issues like hairstyles and tattoos in different languages, while real issues affecting black people and other minorities, such as employment, housing, and food insecurity, are neglected due to factors like bad credit or minor offenses.

It’s crucial to choose our battles wisely and prioritize addressing systemic racism and inequality rather than getting caught up in trivial matters.

Regardless of personal opinions or feelings, it seems likely that they will continue to see each other. There have been previous reports and articles suggesting that they had a romantic history. One article, dated back to 2015, quoted Matty Healy discussing his troubled relationship with the press. It mentioned his connection to Taylor Swift, explaining that although nothing happened between them, the media’s interest in Swift created an unsettling presence for Healy. He expressed his discomfort with being scrutinized and judged by the world of fame.

It’s interesting to observe that people are now acting concerned about their involvement together, while they remained silent when Taylor Swift performed “The City” at one of the 1975 concerts or when Matty Healy assisted her with her album. It’s worth noting that they had a previous relationship as well.

It can be exhausting to witness Matty Healy’s name trending for trivial reasons, and it’s frustrating to see the out-of-context video from the Adam Friedland show circulating repeatedly. Moreover, labeling him as a bigot is far from accurate, as he has shown support for various political causes.

To gain a more comprehensive understanding, I would recommend watching the following videos where he expresses his views on specific political issues: there’s so much more but I CBA to find them but you can

1. Abortion

2. Gay rights/donated to LGBTQ center in England

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Kendrick-Drake Beef Playlist

(Disclaimer: All accusations between the two artists are alleged. As of 5/9/24, there has been no formal investigation regarding allegations of sexual trafficking, abuse to minors, illegitimate children, or domestic violence. Viewer discretion is advised.) Out of the loop? Here's the track list of disses in order:

1) Control (Big Sean ft. Kendrick Lamar & Jay Electronica)

Infamous enough that former President Barack Obama was asked who would win a rap battle between Kendrick and Drake. He chose Kendrick Lamar.

Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas I'm usually homeboys with the same n---a I'm rhymin' wit But this is hip hop and them n---as should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake

2) First Person Shooter (Drake ft. J Cole)

First response from Drake after Control dropped, this time featuring J Cole who completed the ultimate trifecta of today's popular rap artists.

Love when they argue the hardest MC Is it K Dot, is it Aubrey or me? We the big three like we started the league But right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali

3) Like That (Future, Metro Boomin, Kendrick Lamar)

Second response after FPS. Kendrick refuses to share the crown with Drake and J Cole and challenges them for the top spot.

Think I won't drop the location? I still got PTSD Motherfuck the big three, n---a, it's just big me N---a, bum, what? I'm really like that And your best work is a light pack N---a, Prince outlive Mike Jack N---a, bum, 'fore all your dogs gettin' buried That's a K with all these nines, he gon' see Pet Sematary

4) 7 Minute Drill (J Cole)

J Cole decides to beef with Kendrick after being called out in Like That. He quickly disowned 7 Minute Drill and days later apologized to Kendrick Lamar during a live show. Allegedly, after hearing that the beef between Kendrick and Drake was serious, J Cole bowed out of the beef because he thought it was a friendly competition.

He still doin' shows But fell off like the Simpsons Your first shit was classic Your last shit was tragic If he wasn't dissin' Then we wouldn't be discussin' him

5) Push Ups (Drake)

While J Cole ducks for cover, Drake moves forward with the beef, though it's also a collective diss to Rick Ross, and Metro Boomin. This is also where he drops Kendrick's fiancee's name, Whitney and makes fun of his height. You won't ever take no chain off of us How the fuck you big steppin' with a size-seven men's on? This the bark with the bite, n---a, what's up? I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up 'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me fifty," like some push-ups, huh

6) Taylor Made Freestyle (Drake ft. Tupac AI and Snoop Dogg AI)

Second shot at Kendrick, this was released on IG. Drake uses AI for this track, using Snoop Dogg and 2Pac to taunt Kendrick. 2Pac's estate demanded that the track be taken down as it was an unauthorized use of 2Pac's voice. Drake eventually took the track down, but the damage was already done.

Dot, I know you're in that NY apartment, you strugglin' right now, I know it In the notepad doing lyrical gymnastics, my boy You better have a motherfuckin' quintuple entendre on that shit Some shit I don't even understand, like That shit better be crazy, we waitin' on you

7) Euphoria (Kendrick Lamar)

Kendrick officially warns Drake that he has dirt on him. Euphoria is also a hit show about troubled girls, which Drake is a producer of. This is also the infamous track where KDot demands Drake lose his N-word privileges.

I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

8) 6:16 in LA (Kendrick Lamar)

While waiting for Drake's response, Kendrick shocks the hip hop world with a second shot a couple days after Euphoria, exactly on 6:16am (PST). This track is meant to spook Drake. Kendrick gloats of how he got his hands on a mole in Drake's entourage and they're feeding him scandalous information about Drake.

But let me tell you some game 'cause I can see you, my lil' homie You playin' dirty with propaganda, it blow up on ya You're playin' nerdy with Zack Bia and Twitter bots But your reality can't hide behind wifi Your lil' memes is losin' steam, they figured you out The forced opinions is not convincin', y'all need a new route It's time that you look around on who's around you Before you figure that you're not alone, ask what Mike would do

9) Family Matters (Drake)

A few hours after 6:16, Drake finally responds to the beef. He ups the ante by taking shots at Kendrick's family and drops that Kendrick beats his wife. Drake also threatens other artists who may be siding against him. This is also the most he's said the N-word in his song, taunting Kendrick for revoking his N-word privileges in Euphoria.

When you put your hands on your girl, is it self-defense 'cause she bigger than you? Your back is up against the curb, you diggin' for dirt, should be diggin' for proof Why did you move to New York? Is it 'cause you livin' that bachelor life? Proposed in 2015, but don't wanna make her your actual wife I'm guessin' this wedding ain't happenin', right?

EDIT: This post on reddit believes that Family Matters was the whole reason for the Euphoria drop. This is pure speculation, however, so decide for yourself the validity of these receipts!

10) Meet the Grahams (Kendrick Lamar)

Not even 45 MINUTES after Drake drops Family Matters, Kendrick responds, robbing Drake of his temporary triumph. He straight up lays waste to Drake's entire family, offering to be Adonis' mentor because Drake's a deadbeat dad, calling out Drake's parents for raising him terribly, and revealing that Drake has another illegitimate child, this time a daughter he's been hiding for eleven years. He also warns the female listeners that if they like Drake, they're exposing themselves to a predator.

Dear Aubrey I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people? Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you

11) Not Like Us (Kendrick)

24 hours after Meet the Grahams, Kendrick drops a new diss track, this time actively calling for Drake's life, saying he has fake street cred, called the people in his entourage pedophiles, and releasing the track just before everybody hits the club on a Saturday night just to rub salt in the wound. He calls out Drake on behalf of 2Pac and promises he has at least five more diss tracks waiting, knowing that Drake hasn't had the chance to respond yet. He also mentions Family Matters, which meant he wrote his responding diss in less than 24 hours.

Let me break it down for you, this the real n---a challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head Quavo said you can be from Northside 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

12) The Heart Part 6 (Drake)

Also 24 hours after Kendrick's last diss track, Drake finally drops a response. He addresses some of the allegations, including purposefully feeding info from the mole to Kendrick about a daughter that doesn't exist. He takes a few more shots at Kendrick's relationships, implying that his partner Whitney hasn't denied the accusations of domestic violence. He also clowns on Kendrick's sexual abuse as a child and blames that on his witch hunt to prove Drake was a pedophile. He ends the diss saying that he was tired of the whole beef and he didn't want to fight with an alleged woman beater. As of 5/9/24, THP6 has more dislikes than likes on Youtube.

My mom came over today, and I was like, "Mother, I— Mother, I—, mother—," ahh, wait a second Wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested Aw, fuck me, I just made the whole connection This about to get so depressing This is trauma for your own confessions

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This is the BARE BONES summary of the long, bitter history between Kendrick Lamar and Drake. This doesn't even cover it all. This is just about the disses. I recommend looking up the history between them for more context in other places.

It's 5/9/24 and 3:00pm (PST) as of this post. Updates will be posted accordingly.

[two-white-butterflies]

illicit affairs | am. targaryen

Description: It was forbidden to fall for a man like him - but you were never the type to control the urges of your heart. Aemond Targaryen has been married to his wife Alys Strong for the past decade. It all started when he was 18, and she was 27. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Kpop!Reader Face Claim: Jennie Kim Rating: 16+ (dark suggestive themes, mentions of grooming, internet sexism, domestic abuse, child abuse and cyberbullying)

Everything about him was the color green - his scent of warm peaches and lemongrass, his eyes that had a hint of sea green in them, his zodiac sign - gemini and his crooked thinking that managed to lure you in. He was a married man - and the media would fry you at the tiniest sound of you being around him - but it wasn't enough to keep you apart. You move the blanket up your torso - covering your heavy breasts.

He looked innocent when he slept - his eyes were slightly narrowed, eyebrows merging into each other, and his mouth was slightly ajar. He was peaceful - completely oblivious of the world around you. Your hands snake towards his chest, providing him with a warm embrace.

You would give the world to be Alys Strong. You would kill to have him beside you every night without the fear of being caught. "Darling," he breathed - slowly stirring awake. He burned for you - he craved you in the nights that he wasn't starving. He loved you - but he wouldn't ruin himself for it. "Good morning," you hummed - inhaling his minty scent.

"What time it is?" he groaned, staring at the digital alarm clock on his bedside. It was 8am, and he could already hear the people moving around his trailer. "Filming will begin in a few hours," he breathed, reminding you that there could be other people around you. "A few hours more for us, then." you buried your face on the crook of his neck. It would be nice to forget about the world.

"You're right," he smiled - slithering his hands deeper into your waist. He doesn't know why he's cheating on his wife with you, when he could easily divorce his wife and be with you openly. He couldn't do it - he couldn't get rid of Alys. Alys has known him since he was six. She was his brother-in-law's sister, and she was part of their inner circle. His reputation would be ruined - with or without the knowledge of his infidelity.

In spite of the power that his wife held over him - he couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop visiting you. "How long are we going to keep doing this?" you inquired - itching for the feeling of release. You didn't want to be anyone's secret. You wanted to love him - and you knew that he wanted the same. "Please divorce her, she's doing more harm than good." you closed your eyes.

She's known him since he was a little boy - that was weird for you.

"We have a son, (Your Name), I don't think I can abandon him." he reasoned - trying to not show his fear of Alys. "Won't he be happier? You keep telling me that you're fighting with her all the time." you argue. You couldn't stand being his mistress.

He closed his eyes - taking a deep inhale.

"Please give me time to think about it." he begged.

aemonddefender it's funny how i suddenly support cheating now that aem's doing it

arthurkerry: BITCH WHATT?? -aemonddefender: someone from tiktok saw that y/n and aemond were walking around harrods (holding hands and laughing) -arthurkerry: I HATE Y/N'S DANCING BUT I KINDA LIKE HER NOW, everything to free aemond from his grandmother 😭

Y/N L/N AND AEMOND SMITH CHEATING RUMORS EXPLAINED.

Member of Blackpink Y/N L/N and Aemond Smith have both been trending over tiktok and twitter for the weekend because of an alleged fan that saw them together in a popular british shop. According to CelebrityGossip, the rumors started after a tiktok user posted a video of the alleged couple walking around in Harrods.

Aemond Smith is noted to be married to the infamous scandal baby of Lyonel Strong - but due to the pretty major age-gap and icky beginning of the relationship, his fans are not fond of his wife.

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y/nlikesflowers: 'Argentine' movie premiere afterparty. I had an amazing time with my cast members, I hope that ya'll love the movie. #Argentine #Y/NL/N #Movie2023 #Argentine2023

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MirandaStockings: PLEASE CONFIRM THE RUMORS

Y/Nkorea: 예뻐요 언니 💗 - y/nlikesflowers: 감사합니다 🥰

almond'stoysreview: Let's get rid of Alys (translation for u: Alys라는 할머니를 없애자) -y/nlikesflowers: ㅋㅋㅋㅋ😭

aemonddefender BYE IT'S CONFIRMED so I'm going to make this ANNOUNCEMENT for Miss Y/N

Dear @y/nlikesflowers, pls take aemond and put him in your custody, amen. if you do this then we will all stream your comeback song and never make fun of your dancing again. yours forever and ever, aemond's fans.

Panic began to flood Aemond's features - seeing that his phone was currently bombarded by messages from his wife. His phone rings - and he picks up immediately, not spending another second. He was scared that his wife would yell at him - and threaten to keep his son away again. "What is this I'm reading about?" Alys' tone showed that she was fuming with rage. "What is it?" he tried his best to stay calm, but his hands began shaking. "That fucking girl you're working with - are you cheating on me?" Alys asked, voice growing dark and dim.

A sigh escaped his mouth - he couldn't lie to save himself.

"I think we should take some time off," he bit the inner corners of his cheeks. He wished that you were here beside him - comforting him. "Time off? We're fucking married and I'm stuck here with your son." her voice dripped with venom.

He clenches his fists - swearing that he'd regain his confidence and not cower underneath his wife's questioning. "Our son." he reminded, and that seemed to switch something deep in her psyche. "Fuck you." she yelled at the phone - screaming insults in her mother tongue. He had no doubt that she'd kill him. "Alys calm down," he stuttered, fearing that he'd do something to Aegon.

"No you calm the fuck down." she replied - gritting her teeth and throwing a piece of object in the other direction. "Are you drunk?" he inquired, knowing that she had violent tendencies. "Listen, if your mother doesn't pick Aegon up - then you're going to see him in the police station. I'm not a fucking nanny, you take care of your son." she cursed - trying to lower her voice by a few decibels.

The same panic began to rise through his lungs.

"Alys, don't you do a damn thing to my son!" his yelled - feeling his heart pump through his chest. His hands shakingly reach for his burner phone, dialing his mother's number - and praying to the gods that she'd pick up. "I'm not doing anything to him," her voice thinned - feigning innocence. "I'll fucking kill you, bitch." he threatened - and she hangs up.

"-I'll fucking kill you, bitch." he hears his voice echo through the screen, his PR Manager had that deadly glare on her face. Myrna clears her throat, turning the television off.

"The cheating rumors were alright - but this? Kill me, Aemond." she groaned, feeling a headache form in the back of her brain.

"You have to understand that she was about to hurt our son." he buried his face in his palms, still high from the adrenaline that last night gave him. He wasn't aware that Alys would double cross him - but that girl's anger brought her to do the deadliest of crimes.

"- but she didn't and now you're fighting a public trial. You're about to get cancelled, Aemond."

"I don't give a fuck about cancel culture, my son could've died."

"What do you want me to do? I can't salvage your reputation."

"Tell them the truth."

ALYS STRONG ATTEMPTS TO RUIN AEMOND SMITH'S REPUTATION.

In a recent interview with 'The Hollywood Gossip' a voice mail was given by an 'anonymous' source, but an insider claims that it was Alys Targaryen.

The Aem-Y/N cheating rumors have been viral since the start of this month, now the angry housewife is trying to burn bridges and ruin her husband's reputation. According to Mrs. Alicent Targaryen, Mrs. Alys Targaryen (or should we say, future Ms. Strong.) threatened to hurt her son if the rumors continued.

Police arrived on the scene past midnight and arrested Alys Targaryen.

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magicmikeswallower: Thoughts about Alys Strong, senpai? - y/nlikesflowers: 보안 💗 (security)

AlysTargaryenOfficialUK: Replying to the comments about me reeks of childish behavior. If you are as mature as you make yourself seem, please stay away from married men. 😊 - the wife of the married man you're with. -y/nlikesflowers: 감옥에서 전화를 사용할 수 있습니까? 💗 (you're allowed to use phones in prison?) -AlysTargaryenOfficialUK: The same way you're allowed to sleep with married men 😊 -y/nlikesflowers: i could say a lot of things that could ruin your reputation, but i'd rather not. 나랑 문제가 있으면 법정에서 만나자 💗 (If you have a problem with me, let's meet in court.)

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Let's talk about hotd's deleted scenes

Soo hotd has a lot of interesting scenes that were deleted. Some people love them, others believe that removing them was for the best.

Today I'll check em out and tell you how I feel about them, and how I think they could have benefited the show if kept in.

1. The infamous Daemon hug scene

Uhh I have.. feelings towards this.

And I already hear you go:

"How could you not like this, it's so wholesome!" Yeah I know I know, trust me, I think this is adorable, just a weird scene.

From what we know this shot was completely improvised by Matt and it shows.

Cause almost all of his character's nicer scenes that make people think "maybe he isn't that bad" were ideas Matt came up with. We can see throughout the show how the poor guy does his best to not make Daemon look like a psycho and it's nice on paper, but the contrast between his improvised scenes and the scripted ones is jarring.

I mean we go from him violently beating his first wife to death with a rock, to him tenderly breaking the news of Luke's death to Nyra or picking up Vizzy's crown and gently crowning him.

It does work more with his book characterization though so that's cool.

It's cute, it makes casual viewers go awww, but it's a bit inconsistent in the grand scheme of things.

I guess some people will interpret it as the softer spot Daemon has for the people he truly cares about, but knowing how he also treats them in other scenes...

Cough cough Rhaenyra choke scene cough cough.

I'm just left a bit confused.

Overall, I like it, but there's better.

7-/10

2. Criston taking his Kingsguard vows.

God I wanted this to make the cut soo bad.

It's just that in the past I've already talked about how dirty Criston is done in the fandom, and I truly believe he deserves more screentime, he's a very interesting character.

So getting a scene like this would have been awesome, and by showcasing the pride and happiness Criston felt at achieving his dream thanks to Rhae, her eventual treatment of him would have hurt even worse.

Personally I'm not sure if it could have swung more people to feel for him and criticize Nyra, but it would have generally enriched his character and relationship with the princess and I would have looved it.

Only point against it is that it's probably one of the least important deleted scenes.

It sucks to say it, but I didn't really feel it's absence, you know?

If I had to cut a scene, I too would have chosen this one, but with a veery heavy heart.

Really solid idea though.

8+/10

3. The Rhaenicent fight at the end of episode 2

Finally, we're moving onto Alicent related scenes.

And this... is my villain origin story.

I can't believe it was cut, wtf!

I get that maybe they wanted to stay loyal to the rule "show don't tell" cause it was already obvious that Rhae was mad at Alicent when she ran out of council meeting room after the announcement of her father's betrothal, but like... The possible angst!

Alicent crying, trying to explain the situation and appealing to their friendship to try and get Nyra to calm down while she screams at her and calls her names for not revealing the truth sooner, god this would have destroyed me even further!

The missed potential drives me insane, I would literally pay money to see how this scene was supposed to play out.

10/10

This awesome interaction would have also perfectly set up the hostility and tention that would characterize the next deleted gem...

4. Rhaenicent preparing for Ali's wedding

Godd, this is another one of those scenes that, in my humble opinion, should have stayed in the show.

Not only because of the possibility of more Rhaenicent angst to break my heart,(Yeess) but also because this is one of those scenes whose absence is really felt in the story for me.

We go from Ali and Viserys's betrothal to them being already married with a toddler and another baby on the way and even though I'm aware that hotd has a lot of time jumps, I do feel like we should at least have seen the wedding celebration before moving onto the future.

This event being glossed over really left a bad taste in my mouth.

9,5/10

I can just imagine the sad and awkward silence during that scene, poor girls.

5. Viserys testing Daemon regarding Aegon's prophecy

Soo, time to talk about the most incompetent targ king and his very problematic bro.

This scene had a loot of potential.

Apparently it was supposed to be about Viserys toying with the idea of revealing the Conquerer's prophecy to Daemon, but ultimately choosing not to after his brother showed little to no interest in what he was saying.

It would have been great to set up Daemyra's fight in the last episode

(honestly it would have been quite funny to see Daemon have a meltdown after hearing of the prophecy that he thinks his brother didn't trust him enough to tell him of, when he literally had the chance of knowing about it but threw it away lol)

And it also would have showcased how unfit Daemon is to rule, and given Viserys yet another reason to pick Rhaenyra as his heir over him.

9-/10

In conclusion:

Yes I know there are a lot more deleted scenes to discuss, but I really don't want this post to get too long, so I'm going to end it here.

Personally, I think all of these deleted scenes were good, and there genuinely wasn't a single one I would have hated to see on screen.

But what were your favourites? Please tell me, especially if they weren't featured in this post, I'm super curious to find out about more cut scenes to learn what we all missed lmao.

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