#princessaldrea

[coffeeandconspiracies]

I always see people say Ford is kind of a dick (even when they don't dislike him) and I just...I get that he's not always nice. Definitely wasn't nice to Stan in the first episode he was back. But I always just feel like I get where he's coming from with the whole being trapped in a portal for thirty years. And maybe it's petty to still bring up college but the portal being so long ago and he just got out makes it worse. Stan might have made up for it but Ford JUST GOT OUT. I can't blame him.

i chalk it up to there being two kinds of people:

those who empathize with ford, especially his academic struggles because being ‘the smart one’ can lead to some serious inferiority complexes/fear of failure LET ME TELL YOU and the writing is beautiful here like ford’s characterization is perfect and AH 

those who do not empathize with ford, and don’t get why he’s being such a coldhearted dick

honestly, though i am definitely the former, i can see how both points of view are valid. stan and ford are NOT the same - to over-simplify and employ a cliche, ford thinks with his head, and stan with his heart. the reason ford says dicky things sometimes is because he probably doesnt get that theyre dicky. hes very logical - and, yeah, that can come across as being very cold. stan on the other hand is this passionate being of heart and rage and manpain and he really just doesnt get why his brother doesnt do hugs. thats the thing about humans though - we’re all different, and we rarely understand one another. thats what makes the writing on this show so great, imho 

- ally

[stfu-moffat]

In addition to the bi joke, I couldn't believe they had Clara just tell her class that she made out with an author who died two hundred years ago. It isn't appropriate for a teacher to be telling her students that kind of personal information and do they know she's a time traveler? What does anyone think about the fact she's a normal teacher who goes off and gets summoned by the government now?

I imagine they thought she was joking, but if she ditched class to go the government then she isn’t a very responsible teacher. I’m amazed she still has a job. The government is really harsh with teachers, I doubt jetting off to hang out with an alien every week would be a good idea.

Aside from kissing Jane Austen though, it can be a very good thing for a non-straight teacher to be open about their sexuality with their pupils (here’s an article about a lesbian teacher), but a lot of teachers face a lot of homophobia and can’t come out. So if Clara had a relationship with a woman, it would be a different matter and not inappropriate at all, but sadly Moffat didn’t go down that route.

- C

[janiedean]

Can we do happy AU Rhaegar and JonCon 7?

WELL SURE THING WE CAN HAVE IT also I realize this is completely absolutely NOT plausible if you look at canon but the prompt doesn’t lend itself to reincarnation fic so let’s go with the implausible option

[7: “I almost lost you.”]

Jon has no idea of what Varys even meant in the letter he received a few days ago.

Wait for someone, it said. Even for Varys’ standards it’s damned cryptic, and he’s already cryptic enough for Jon’s tastes. Anyway, he has learned that in these cases going along with what Varys says is usually the best option and so he’s only been out to buy food. Which means that he’s had way too much time to overthink the issue - he shouldn’t be pondering every possibility, but considering that Varys has been very adamant about secrecy and that he said he wouldn’t send in a trusted septa to instruct Aegon in the matters Jon can’t instruct him in for another year or so - who in the seven hells should be visiting them?

Something isn’t adding up.

Jon stands up from his chair in the small living room of the small house they’re currently living in (Varys told him he’d have Myopatis find them a better accommodation soon - Jon should hope, a slum in Braavos is no place to raise a king) and goes to the next room over, glancing at the four year old sleeping in the only bed they have in the house for the moment. The moonlight is making his silver hair look like - no, he’s not going to think about it or he’s really going to try and get drunk in the middle of the night, and it’s not a good idea. Not when he has responsibilities.

He goes back to the living room and sits down all over again. Maybe one drink couldn’t hurt, and it would make the armchair he’s sleeping in somewhat less uncomfortable - he really does hope that this is just for the next few days.

Then someone knocks.

Finally, Jon thinks, at least we’ll get to the bottom of this.

He stands up. “Yes?” He asks, without opening the door.

He doesn’t get an answer, but a piece of paper is pushed under the door. Jon takes it - it’s from Varys. It reads let him in.

Well, that’s settled then. Jon opens the door and finds himself in front of a man wearing a nondescript black cloak with a hood covering his face up to the nose, and what he can see of the bottom half of his face is fairly bad news - there’s some kind of scarring that takes up at least half of it.

He swallows.

“Well, come in,” he says when he realizes that the person isn’t going to introduce themselves when he’s still outside the house.

As the stranger goes in, he locks the door and then turns back to them.

“All right,” he says, “so - what is this about? I mean, if Varys sent you I guess -”

“I missed you,” the man says, and -

No.

No, it can’t be possible.

Before Jon can say anything, the man takes down the hood and - gods.

“… You were dead,” Jon says after a moment of silence that lasted entirely too long.

“Not as much as Robert Baratheon thinks,” Rhaegar Targaryen says, and the thing is that - as much as Jon would like to assume this is some kind of trick, first thing he recognizes the eyes and the voice, and second thing - well, considering that the right side of Rhaegar’s face and what he can see of his neck is a mess of healing scar tissue that could have been caused by someone smashing a hammer into him. “Or anyone else,” Rhaegar says again, his voice sounding rougher than it used to.

“How - I mean, I just - I couldn’t have imagined -” Jon starts, realizing that he can’t even put it into words, and then he takes a step closer and then another and when he wraps his fingers around Rhaegar’s wrists he has to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from saying something stupid.

“Let’s say it wasn’t a deadly blow, but that it almost was. And that Varys is resourceful.”

“No doubts about that,” Jon mutters, and then looks at Rhaegar again, straight into his eyes, still that shade of purple he couldn’t mistake, not with how much it haunts his dreams. There are a lot of things he wants to do. None of them are things he should do and so he keeps his hands to himself.

“Gods,” he blurts out without managing to stop his tongue along with his hands, “I thought I lost you, and now it turns out it wasn’t - that I almost lost you, and - I’m sorry, I should find you someplace to sleep, not -”

“From what Varys says that might turn out to be a problem,” Rhaegar says, sounding almost amused. And - right. Aegon has the only bed.

Aegon has -

“He also said he’d find us a better place. And - maybe I should wake him up, I guess that -”

“Jon. Let him sleep, a few hours won’t make that much of a difference. It’s not as if we shouldn’t talk things out first.”

Which is an entirely valid point, except that Jon can’t seem to move his hands from where they are. Finally he forces himself to, but as he slides them away one of Rhaegar’s suddenly grabs at his fingers.

“What -” Jon starts.

“He told me what you’ve been doing,” Rhaegar whispers. “And I can’t thank you -”

“I wasn’t doing it for that,” Jon interrupts him, his heart beating so wildly in his chest that he thinks it might burst out.

“I know what you were doing it for,” Rhaegar keeps on, sounding fairly more sure of where he stands than Jon is feeling right now.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Jon says, figuring it’s better to put it out in the open. As it is right now, he could live out his entire life without even mentioning it if it means that he can live it out with Rhaegar someway.

“That might be true,” Rhaegar agrees, “but I never said I didn’t want to.”

“Wait. You didn’t just say -”

Rhaegar’s fingers squeezes his and Jon thinks his mouth has gone so dry he might never speak again in his life.

“I said, we should talk about a lot of things. I guess we should start now?”

Jon nods as he motions for Rhaegar to sit down. His heart skips a beat when Rhaegar doesn’t let his hand go.

“And even if you didn’t let me say it before,” he says, “thank you. I know it couldn’t have been easy to -”

“Don’t,” Jon interrupts him, before saying the only thing he could possibly give as a reply to it. “It was worth it.”

[janiedean]

For the birthday prompt (and happy birthday for that matter!), would modern AU Throbb getting back together be okay?

(Thank you so much! :D and sure it’s okay!)

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“Who let you in?”

Robb sighs and tells himself that he’s not going to start this with the wrong foot. Not when he knows, anyway.

“Your sister let me in, idiot. Who else?”

Theon resolutely stares out of the window and doesn’t look back at him.

“Of course she did. What do you want?”

“I don’t know, what do you want?”

At that, Theon does stop pretending to look at the street outside Asha’s apartment and finally looks back at Robb. Wow, he does look terrible, though marginally better than the last time they saw each other.

"I want you to get out of this room. I know. I fucked it up, you can just tell me and leave. There’s no reason why you’d be here otherwise, would it?”

“Actually, that’s not why I’m here.”

“… It’s not?”

“I’m here because Asha walked up to my brother at his work so that he’d give her my number and she could call me. Then she did call me and proceeded to tell me that I’m perfectly in the rights to be pissed at you since you really did pull a dick move on me. However, then she told me that you actually pulled that move because your dad had backed you into a corner.”

"Did she tell you anything else?”

“That the fucker I thought you were cheating on me with sent you to the ER with two broken fingers, for one. And - listen, I’m pretty sure she told me everything that mattered. And you know, you could have called.”

“I could have what?”

Theon looks so out of his depth right now that Robb can’t even feel angry with him anymore at all. He sort of still is, a bit, but right now he really can’t bring himself to remember that he should give him the cold shoulder. Or at least some cold shoulder.

"Called. You know, we’ve been friends since we were six, I’d have liked to be aware that you ended up in a bloody ER.”

“Well, if my dick move had worked the way it was supposed to, you wouldn’t have cared.”

"Yeah, well, I’m the kind of person that might, on occasion, get over dick moves. Anyway, according to your sister she’s not the one person that might stop you from feeling miserable all over.”

Theon laughs at that, though it’s obvious he doesn’t mean it. He gestures for Robb to sit on the bed, then he drops down next to him.

"I doubt it’s stopping anytime soon. Since, you know, I fucked up the only good thing I had going for me.”

The fact that Theon is resolutely not looking at him is a complete giveaway, and Robb -

Robb really can’t be angry at him right now. Next time he meets his father, though, he will be plenty angry.

“Not that I’m not flattered, but you do realize that there is a chance you didn’t fuck that up for good?”

Theon’s head snaps towards him and his eyes are so wide it would almost be funny.

If only it wasn’t at all.

“What?”

"I mean, it’s been six months since you pulled the dick move. And I don’t do flings. Christ, Theon, when we got together I was in love with you and I still am, I never wanted to split up and it’s not like that kind of thing goes away just like that. And considering the circumstances, I wouldn’t say no to another try, if you were up for it. If not, then maybe I’d like to, you know, stay friends with you anyway. How about that?”

“If I am up for it,” Theon mutters, and he looks down at the empty space between them on the bed. He waits a moment, then looks back up at Robb, biting his lip for a moment before letting it go - it looks so red that Robb is sure that if he bites down at it some more it’s going to bleed.

"You - are you sure about it?”

“Well, I never wanted to break up with you in the first place, so yeah, I am? Do you see me sending you mixtapes with Taylor Swift songs saying that we’re never ever getting back together?”

And then he puts his hand on the empty space on the bed, palm up.

“Bloody hell, Robb, not even you have that bad of a music taste,” Theon replies, but his voice sounds shaky rather than amused, and then he reaches down and puts his hand above Robb’s, their fingers tentatively tangling together.

Robb will think about actually talking things out like two responsible adults later. For now it can wait.