#qween shit

[k3w33d]

i want that cookie sooo baadd

[thatbendyfan]

imagine if chess had a tumblr account lmao

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♟️pawnsitivity

Remember to keep your chin up fellow pawns!! One day we will all be queens!

🏁the-player

ah shit looks like i have to sacrifice this pawn

♟️pawnsitivity

you can’t do this to me

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🎠knighty-knight

DNI if you support black side/white side shipping!! We’re supposed to be enemies and this is incredibly problematic!

👑black-qween

I will continue kissing that white lesbian no matter what you say

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✝️bishit

rate the fit

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🤴black-king

MY WIFE HAS BEEN CHEATING ON ME WITH THE WHITE QUEEN??

🤴black-king

AND EVERYONE HAS KNOWN????? WHAT

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🏰rookie-cookie

y’all ever wonder why we’re even fighting? like we’ve been fighting for years now and do we even know why?

🤴white-king

castle me, boy

🏰rookie-cookie

yeah ok

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✝️bishop-the-bisshop

Remember to praise the King every day 🙏🙏🙏 God bless

🏇nighty-knight

your blog name is misspelled

🎠knighty-knight

hey wait a god damn minute

🏁acrossboardheritageposts

across board heritage post

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♟️eatshitanddiestrategy

“average pawn gets promoted 360,000 times in their sleep” wrong. average pawn gets promoted 0 times in their sleep. promotion georg is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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[arthur-lesturs-right-foot]

Yeah buddy, right arm and brain have got an apology owed to you. Like, they did NOT consult anyone else on that decision.

John is such a little wimp about pain. Bandage my hand NOW. Okay calm down men used to go to war and Arthur got bitten in the same shoulder that he was just shot in yesterday, take a second god damn

[historicity-was-already-taken]

History Blog recs

One of my Very Specific interests over the last...idk 10 years, has been reading blogs about the A Song of Ice and Fire series, by historians. I'm not sure what it is about those books: the complex, multi-layered narrative, the author's claim to work creatively with real world history, the micro-arguments contained in every arc, or what, but historians have the most FASCINATING shit to say about those books.*

I've learned so much about the logistics of civilization, the intellectual history of leadership theory, the history of subsistence agriculture, the type of agriculture needed to sustain societies of a certain size, the evolution of military theory, etc from this very specific, Historians Engage With ASOIAF and its Television Adaptations genre of blog.

There is, of course, the late great Steven Attewell's @racefortheironthrone, but I recently discovered this gem: A Collection of Unmitigated Pedantry by Dr. Bret C. Devereaux. I just finished his series analyzing, problematizing, and ultimately debunking George RR Martin's claim that the Dothraki "were actually fashioned as an amalgam of a number of steppe and plains cultures… Mongols and Huns, certainly, but also Alans, Sioux, Cheyenne, and various other Amerindian tribes… seasoned with a dash of pure fantasy."

In Part IV, he writes:

... declaring that the Dothraki really do reflect the real world (I cannot stress that enough) cultures of the Plains Native Americans or Eurasian Steppe Nomads is not merely a lie, but it is an irresponsible lie that can do real harm to real people in the real world. And that irresponsible lie has been accepted by Martin’s fans; he has done a grave disservice to his own fans by lying to them in this way. And of course the worst of it is that the lie – backed by the vast apparatus that is HBO prestige television – will have more reach and more enduring influence than this or any number of historical ‘debunking’ essays. It will befuddle the valiant efforts of teachers in their classrooms (and yes, I frequently encounter students hindered by bad pop-pseudo-history they believe to be true; it is often devilishly hard to get students to leave those preconceptions behind), it will plague efforts to educate the public about these cultures of their histories. And it will probably, in the long run, hurt the real descendants of nomads.

Which just. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. Y'all know how deeply concerned I am a. with the outsize influence the entertainment industry has on memory; and b. how little that industry gives a shit about responsible use of its own power. So like, this is my shit. I'm still exploring this blog and it is a TREASURE TROVE.

*I do not include myself in that grouping. My thoughts are like: BUT WHICH ONES ARE THE JEWS DANY IS MY UNPROBLEMATIC QWEEN/AZOR AHAI/PRINCE THAT WAS PROMISED/STALLION THAT'S GONNA MOUNT THE WORLD/ETC I CAN'T WAIT TIL SANSA SHOWS HERSELF IS DANY GONNA BURN IT ALL DOWN AND EMERGE FROM THE FLAMES LIKE THAT ELMO GIF IS ARYA GOING TO RIDE A WOLF WOW I DON'T CARE ABOUT BRAN I THINK THE RHOYNAR ARE THE JEWS WHERE IS THE GODDAMN FUCKING WINDS OF WINTER

**Also, I never watched more than 2 episodes of the show. I hated how it added in sexual violence and nudity for no reason when there was already PLENTY of that in the text, most of it with narrative purpose. But then I read the books because it was 2012 and I wanted to keep up with pop culture.

[genericpuff]

I wanna add to the whole “hades keeping persephone’s things in a drawer” controversy. I watched all her videos the she uploaded patreon and I specifically remember Rachel herself saying that she was VERY aware it was creepy and she would not be okay with this behavior irl. She laughed it off saying that lots of romantic tropes like this would not be okay in real life—but in movies and media they get a pass because they frame it as something endearing. So she IS self aware about the whole thing at least🤷🏻‍♀️

Ugh, that just makes it kinda worse tho tbh LOL Like being self-aware of something being toxic doesn't make that toxic behavior 'okay', especially if you're intentionally romanticizing it or never making the FL in your comic aware of what her now-husband has been doing since day 1, especially in a comic that's trying to be "feminist".

Like I know it's something sold to teenage girls a LOT that it's "romantic" if the guy they "finally" ended up with was holding onto "keepsakes" from them before they dated ("omg, they were in love with me the whole time!") But a lot of people in their 20's and upwards can tell you that it's not so "romantic" when you realize that much of your relationship may have been manufactured or that the guy you're with was essentially stalking you prior to getting with you. It can make the relationship feel far more disingenuous and targeted rather than something that grew organically. Especially when it's really intimate shit that the other party should not have access to like personal letters you wrote in confidence to a friend.

Shit, I know it's not something that's "real life" because it's fantasy, but even Hades going so far as to ask the Fates for a tape of his memories that involved Persephone is a HUGE red flag - they make it VERY clear that you can't just do that, you need consent from the other parties who are involved in that memory, WHICH MAKES TOTAL SENSE, but they give it to him anyways because "aww he's in love and it's his future qween :>"

The irony that LO tries to be progressive with the notion of consent but then stomps on it every time it involves anything that isn't blatant assault. Consent applies to more than just sex. Persephone did not give consent to Hades taking the letter she had sent Hecate, she did not give consent to Hades taking the tape of memories that involved her, and she was never made aware of Hades keeping intimate objects that either belonged to her or were affiliated with her (ex. the mug with her lipstick print).

Like... is this romantic? Really? Because it seems more manipulative than anything else. I know being above the gods and even their own destinies is the nature of the Fates but that's why they typically don't directly involve themselves in the lives of mortals and gods (and in a lot of media that references them, they typically speak in riddles or don't fork over the information plainly) otherwise what would be the point of "fate" to begin with if anyone could walk up to the Fates and be like "hey, tell me something I'm not supposed to know so I can change the path I'm on."

God of War does this better than LO with the Norse equivalent of the Fates, the Norns:

Being self-aware of Hades shitty behavior does not make it okay to romanticize, it doesn't absolve Rachel of writing a toxic romance and selling it as "couple goals". Especially in a comic that claims to be feminist and aware of the importance of consent. If that's the case, Persephone needs to learn the meaning of the word 'no' and Hades needs to learn that he can't have whatever he wants just because he's a King.

[thephantomcasebook]

the lord commander guards everyone in the royal family. gerold hightower went with rhaegar targaryen, prince of dragonstone, to the tower of joy. aemon the dragonknight guarded queen naerys. harold westerling was appointed lord commander in episode one, and he guarded rhaenyra. yes they often guard the king, but that is not their only duty.

This is what I'm saying ...

I had a multi-hour argument with a bunch of filthy casual blackcels about how the Kingsguard works and what the Lord Commander's duties are, and still these fucking window lickers were just making shit up because they're convinced that the entire thing is Criston Cole's faut no matter what.

It's so fucking tiring to have a show written by a bunch of edge lords with a majority fanbase who just treat everything emotionally and have this irrational hatred of Alicent and Criston because they're threatened by Conservative Trad Women and Masculine Men.

"UHURH, Uh, Green Woman and her White Knight bad, Muh Progressive Girl-Boss Qween good! Daemon cool male!wife and won't hurt ugly green babies, Uhurh!"

Ugh, I miss the old GOT fandom where everyone acknowledged everyone is a piece of shit and liked them anyway. This new HOTD fandom is filled with self-righteous hags and GRRM fanboys who are convinced that this is a good versus evil story.

[kissitbttr]

idc cheerleader!yn is indonesian coded because i say so or atleast half indo. i bet she curses frat!mig out in indo bc shes so girlboss slay pussy qween RAHHHH 🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩

ANON YOUR BRAINNNNNN

she definitely will omg why didn’t i think of this!?

this is for all my indo girliessss (AND MALAY)

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‘gak pernah lo mikirin perasaan gua jing?!’

miguel backtracks, swallowing a harsh gulp as he stares at you with wide eyes. you’re standing before him, eyebrows crossed, arms over your chest

the moment you’re switching to your native language. he knows he’s really screwed

‘baby calm down—‘

‘gak usah nyuruh gue santai! apaan maksud lo? udah ketiga kalinya lo ini batalin dinner date kita, mig! gua ngerti lo sibuk tapi ga gini juga lah!’

okay, so he definitely picked out the word ‘dinner date’ meaning that you’re upset about him cancelling. which is understandable then,

‘muñeca i’m so sorry, b-but I don’t know what you’re saying! please talk english to me’

you look at him as if he’s crazy,

‘belajar bahasa gue makanya!’ with that you turn around and stomp upstairs to his room, ‘makan tai!’ you call out before slamming the door behind,

damn he really needs to pick up a dictionary about now

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‘gak pernah lo mikirin perasaan gua jing? - you never think about how i feel, you fuck?!

‘gak usah nyuruh gue santai! apaan maksud lo? udah ketiga kalinya lo ini batalin dinner date kita, mig! gua ngerti lo sibuk tapi ga gini juga lah!’ - don’t tell me to calm down! what do you mean by that?! this is the third time you cancelled our dinner date, mig! I understand you’re busy but don’t do me like this!

‘belajar bahasa gue makanya’ - ‘learn about my language then!’

‘makan tai!’ - ‘eat shit!’

(I would add more but indonesian curse words are so brutal man😭)

[thesunfyre4446]

If you think that alicent really misunderstood viserys' words, then what is the reason behind her according to give driftmark to vaemond before the petition? Driftmarks isn't hers or hers sons property, it's not her problem so what's the point of giving it to Vaemond? It wouldn't bring her any benefit (quite the opposite since she is public violating a succession already established by the driftmark's lord, and the other lord may feel like they have not the control over their own house) If she already hadn't in mind the idea of usurp rhaenyra. And she definitely didn't do it because she want driftmark to pass on a true born velaryon, because baela and rhaena are litterally there. She also didn't really care about the lord and lady of driftmarks' opinion, cause rhaenys was here and she could litterally go there and talk to her about the succession, but she didn't. She did it because she want the support of the wealthiest house of the realm when she will usurp rhaenyra, a support corlys wouldn't give her since he was clear about wanting luke to succeed him. Stop paint her as the poor victim who wanted to follow Viserys' wishes when he actively worked for years to usurp Rhaenyra

when did i ever said alicent was perfect? alicent & the greens are not perfect little angles who wanted to follow viserys's orders, and if they were i would def NOT be TG. i love that the greens are the underdogs, i love that otto is a powerhungry little shit, i love that they make smart political moves to advance themselves. and you know what? in ep 10, otto and alicent - the dragonless hightowers that the blacks looked down on for years, managed to crown aegon and secure KL for him - catching daemyra on dragonstone completely off-guard.

it's obvious that what's really bothering you is the fact that i have different opinions then you & don't like your favs. i don't need you to recap the show for me and explain to me why the greens are evil and why i should root for your qween. it's not going to happen. rhaenyra sucks, she's boring. i don't like her. i don't care that she's viserys's heir. end of story.

[spike-and-faye]

wait not cowboy bebop?????

It’s giving

~anime~

It’s giving

~jazz~

It’s giving

~space~

Its the existentialism for me 💀😭

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Gren go off GNC Zaddy 🗿🗿🗿

Spike is rizz-pilled and gyat coded. BDE.

Um anyone who says boogie Woogie Feng Shui is mid bouta catch this fade aight shit fuckin slaps

I’m low key big mad @ all the cheugy ass girlies who gaslight themselves into hating on Julia. like go touch some grass babe ~ I’m a Faye simp too but it’s giving pick me. Girls’ girls stan 2 qweens

Not me in my basic bitch spike and Faye ship era (pro tip the era is infinity) .. not girlboss nepo baby x beige flag sadboi snacc . Chat hear my out these two do NOT pass the vibe check iykyk. Yes queen give us nothing

Vicious is a sussy baka w réal main character energy but why he ate that fit tho

Cigarettes are ✨girl dinner✨

Ur tweakin if you think Vincent was not kinda bussin 👀 I mean biological terrorism really ain’t it but he do he kinda cute tho

ACAB

but fr Jets a réal one, his man titties have won the game, he’s based as fuck, and he’s my emotional support gruff daddy. Fax. no cap 💅🏼

[zeherili-ankhein]

Y'all are so lovely... That I'd traumatize you back... Muahahahahahahaha literally Im immune to being traumatized

You share cursed shit

I share cursed shit

My sister in Shiva what the fuck

Is this revenge for our rp fight? I promise I didn't ignore those asks check it

Lets kiss and forget all this yeah?

[lucy-the-demon]

Yo, should I marry both Sebastian and Shane in my current modded save or save it for another save..

I may need Jesus.. but that's too bad I'm an atheist!

[hedwig221b]

just read your new fic and... 😭😭😭

can we just put it on record that HEDWIG221B IS A GOD

LIKE A LITERAL FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT LIKE HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LIVE YOU AND ADMIRE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH LIKE QWEEN I CRIED YOUR FICS MAKE ME CRY AND FEEL SO FUCKING WARM OHMYGODDDD

god i just keep waiting for your fics and tbvh your fics bring this warmth back in my stupid stupid life rn!!!!!!!!!!

SENDING YOU ALLLLLLLLLL MY LOVE AND HUGS AND KISSES AND I HOPE YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT ALWAYS !!!!!!

THE WAY THAT I JUST CACKLED AND GIGGLED AND SOBBED

Thank youuuuuuuu so muuuch💜💗😭💗 gosh, if you could only see my smile now I'm bursting with love! I love doing this for you, and I am nothing without your support, I love you so much and I'm gonna stare at this for hours I swear like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 This is so sweet and kind and I'm still giggling btw

[dotedlover]

fading stars

summary: ganji knows that lashing out at others when he's upset never brings blessings, so why did he choose to do it anyway? he realizes that he now has to live with the loss of his actions. 

paring: ganji gupta x cecille maduro (identity v ccxoc) 

warnings: vulgarism, violence, cecille looses her shit (bipolar qween), kinda ooc

note: this wouldn't be something that would really happen between the pair, for they don't have many angst moments between them like this. (they are so lovey dovey and cutie patooties). cecille wouldn't want anything to do with eli, nor would ganji ever stoop down to insulting her.

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“You… slept. With him?” Ganji’s hands trembled, heart pounding with a raging adrenaline and his vision began to cloud with unspeakable anger, an uncomfortable lump forming at his throat. The mere mention of Eli Clark always made the Batter’s body be enriched with fury, and this topic made his being set ablaze with an abhorrent amount of jealousy.

The atmosphere in the Greenhouse was glum; the warmth of the sun was sluggishly inching its way towards its final destination. Blue hour flooded the room the two were occupying, the lights that were active pathetically bathed the area with a shallow glow. A distant chatter of those who inhabited the manor flowed to the conservatory, reaching the fretful pair.

“Mmh.” Cecille’s eyes didn’t even dare to meet the scowl and disgust Ganji wore on his face. “Well, not sexually. No.” Somewhere in her heart, Cecille was embarrassed, ashamed. She dreaded and had this dire urge for the topic not to make it back to her ears. Furious, Ganji stood over the Caregiver, unintentionally intimidating the woman who felt her displeasure with herself begin to burrow. She was uncomfortably seated on the ground, back towards the man, tending to flowers that belonged to an ill Gardener. The flowers were slowly losing their vibrant hues, slouched over and dying, the remnants of life had fallen to the ground. They were quiet for a few moments. Cecille then hummed, deciding that her favor to Emma was completed. She felt passionate, burning holes in the back of her skull.

Cecille rose, turning around to meet Ganji’s gaze, which was beyond displeased. Doing her best to ignore it, she made an effort to quickly move past him. However, the athlete wouldn’t budge, his movement mimicking that of a mannequin.

“Excuse me.” Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to not harm any of the plants with her dress as she still attempted to budge by. 

“You know he still likes you.” Ganji declared, his voice dulled. It lacked any form of life, dead and flat. The scorching inferno in his eyes now diminished into cinders, equivalent to the attitude of his voice. Ganji extended his scarred hands between her deltoids and triceps, cautious of her shoulder blades. “You sleeping with him makes him think you’re taking him back.” Her embarrassment slowly began to dissolve. 

Cecille sneered. “I am never getting back with him. We are just friends.” 

Ganji could only give a sardonic, trenchant scoff at her statement. “Who the fuck sleeps with someone else in bed if you’re ‘just friends’?!” 

Ganji was beginning to tread on her divine patience. 

“What are you implying, Gupta?” Her eyes constructed themselves into slits. “You should know me better than that. I am not doing anything wrong, nor am I picking favorites. I do it with whoever needs my help.” Maybe her stubbornness, maybe her morality, but she believed she was correct. In some outlandish sense, she was. 

The only problem that lingered was who she comforted. His jealousy inched towards ignition once more; repeatedly striking a match against its box, but only produced sparks without a flame. However, Ganji was taken aback at her sternness, silent. He stared at her eyes that reflected the somber lighting in the room. 

“If you’re concerned about my virtues, no. I wouldn’t do that if I was in a relationship. I’m not a whore.” 

That was definitely not what he was implying.

Ganji was an individual who called upon her services much too often. The man can remember the first time she arrived in his barren room; his few treasures from home were laid out upon his desk, the dormitory lacked personality. The Batter was an inconceivable wreck. A disgusting loss streak that chipped away at his ego and pride, hungry from the lack of familiar and edible food, and the passing birthday of a mother who waited for her baby’s arrival back at home in India. He snapped at anyone who let their eyes linger on him for too long, barking back at those who asked what was wrong with him.

Even in the setting where hope was offered, there was nothing but dry and meaningless promises in this lawless hell. 

However, on this particular night, Cecille was his star. The woman happened to work dinner service that evening; the survivors who attended the dinners thanked whatever god they believed in for her cooking. She always made extra, serving enormous portions that were borderline gluttony. However, she knew that carrying the responsibility of occupying this purgatory, being used as some sort of laughing-stock in an author's sick and twisted mind where you’d endure eternal anguish, would at some point call for exhaustion and hunger. 

She arrived in Ganji’s room with a plate that belonged to him, still warm and comforting. She gently moved his despondent being from his disheveled mattress to his desk, gently relocating his precious valuables and placing the familiar food on the flat surface. Although not a traditional dish from India, she told him it was called mole. It was a Mexican dish, and she made fresh tortillas to go with it. This was the closest cuisine he had to home, for neither he nor Naib knew how to cook more than simple meals. A gentle warmth of nostalgia traveled through his body.

Ganji lightly wept as he ate, the dramatic lighting of golden hour bounced off of every available surface in the room. Cecille tore everything off of his bed that the manor offered, replacing it with soft, fresh linen, warm comforters, and large, fluffy pillows. She folded the itchy and uncomfortable blankets and placed them into the corner of the empty room. She patiently waited for the sorrowful man to scrape up whatever was left on his plate. Ganji usually took his time as he had his meals, but he had been starving. Hunger dug deep into the pit of his stomach, feeling nauseated and frequent pain in his abdomen. Her cooking made it all disappear. 

Once finished, he stared at the woman who occupied the edge of the bed, playing with the ends of her hair. She wasn’t paying attention, but Ganji was now able to examine her person in a more intimate setting. The alluring light of the setting sun blanketed the room, making Cecille appear as if a god decided to make her his most divine angel. Her appearance and traits seemed to be hand-picked from the beauty of the stars and the comfort of a warm home. Gorgeous tanned skin shimmered like gold in the light, dark hair uncontained from her head-wrap looked soft. 

Cecille looked up from her own little world to check up on Ganji. His heart fired and began to thump, embarrassment flushed his body with an unfamiliar excitement with special attention to his ears, neck, and face. It was new, enthralling, and oh-so addicting. He didn’t even care (nor dare) to look away when she gave a smile; her brown eyes crinkled and seemed to glow a precious gold in the sun. Ganji’s breathing quickened, he felt lightheaded, his stomach flipped and turned in a foreign way. 

The whole experience at that moment made him feel euphoric. It wasn’t the same as the praise of his performance or adrenaline that hit him during a match which was something he’d always looked out for. This experience, this feeling, hit him like a truck. 

He knew that he’d abandon the chase of praise and adrenaline for a fraction of whatever this was. 

And it could only be from her. 

“Come,” She cooed, patting the empty space next to her. The vacant seat beside her was calling his name. “Want me to tuck you in?” 

Maybe Ganji wouldn’t admit the eagerness and exhilaration that reeked from the speed of his journey from the chair then next to Cecille, but it was damn obvious. Ganji made his home comfortably next to her, she reached her hand out to rub gentle circles along his back. Her touch sent a rippling feeling to every inch of his body, and he was accepting of it all.

“It’s all okay. Don’t get too stressed out about matches. We don’t have any consequences- maybe it damages your pride a little.” She lightly joked, having an upwards inflection in hopes of not sounding rude. Although Ganji would miss the contact her hand had on his back, he decided her promise would be much more rewarding in return; so he laid down on his new and comfortable bed. 

“You are okay with this, right?” Cecille asked out of curiosity, for almost all of the previous attempts of affection that were initiated from her had been rejected. 

“Yeah,” Ganji let out a shaky breath, he was elated. 

Cecille smiled at him, pulling the large covers over his body, making sure that he was comfortable. She was adjusting his pillow from underneath his head, and Ganji was allowed to take another look at her face. He was allowed to observe every freckle she donned, how her eyelashes fluttered against her skin. The moment was quick, but he absorbed every single part of it. Ganji didn’t want to seem like a creep, but the close proximity allowed him to realize that she smelled nice too. Maybe the woman’s thoughts were somewhere else, maybe she didn’t want to embarrass Ganji, or maybe she just thought he was cold; but he was shaking from excitement. 

Once Cecille finished making Ganji comfortable, she stood at the side of his bed. There was a moment of silence between the two, they both simply stared at one another. Usually, this would be awkward, but the moment felt right. Ganji’s thoughts were racing, feeling so many different emotions at once. Everything was powerful, and he had to have more. 

“You have to not be so hard on yourself, Gupta,” Cecille began to walk around his bed, making her way to the door. “Have a good night.” She reached for the doorknob. 

Ganji immediately shot up from his bed. He does not yet know how Cecille has him feel, how she somehow pulled this new version that even he has never met. His heart raced, this time anxious. Ganji was nervous, the feeling of nausea took over his body.

No, no, no. He couldn’t have her leave just now. 

“Wait!” He shouted louder than he meant to. Cecille froze and looked over her shoulder. “Can… Can you stay?” He said a little quieter this time, the embarrassment began to eat at him again. However, he became scared observing her reaction. She just stood there near the entrance of his room, staring at the man; he couldn’t quite pinpoint her thoughts, for her face seemed to have no emotion. 

“Hm.” Is all she said, still standing in place. The silence, it was deafening. It rang in his ears like an alarm that would echo along the floors and walls of halls that would take an eternity to pass through.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

His palms began to clam. What was he thinking? Of course he’d fuck everything up, this special time that they had together. Things just seemed to be perfect, everything aligned with her around. Now he felt shame riddle his body, chipping away at whatever confidence he had in the moment. Every precious interaction that he had built with her began to crumble down, all he did was pour gasoline on it and light it. Within the past half hour he felt healed, he felt new; but now, he just pulled back the scab just to let it bleed.

“Fuck, just- Nevermind. Forget I said anything.” He flipped around, his back facing her. He childishly covered his face with his blanket, facing the window that still welcomed that precious glow shine through the fabric. He felt disgusted in himself, he wished he could just take everything out. His throat felt tight, tears began to form at his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

What did he allow to come over him?

Ganji did not know what made him bring down the sturdy walls he constructed brick by brick, the timeless hard work that he spent every longing day assembling. Something that he took ages to build for the sacred protection of himself as a whole; everything he was had been locked up in a cold, barren cell. He knew that tearing the protection down would only bring bad things, so why did he do it anyway? 

Ganji does believe that he just ruined everything with the beguiling woman who still stood in his room. Ganji does believe that the sight of this woman in the hall would make his heart ache, but he would make it his mission to avoid her. 

Then, peace. It swallowed him whole. Her weight on the bed, the thunk of shoes on the floor, and the comfortable sigh she let escape her mouth as she made herself cozy seated in his bed lifted all worries.

She quietly laughed. “I don’t mind.” She whispered to him from the other side of the blanket. She reached to uncover him. “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t mind staying here.” 

His heart soared. 

She inched closer, searching for any signs of protest. When they were absent, Cecille sat close, reaching her hand for his beautiful curly hair to remove his headband that she assumed caused him a disgusting headache. She shimmied down, her back facing the man out of respect. Warmth radiated off of the two, their beautiful night coming to an end, the sun finally made its way past the horizon. 

Ganji knows that he will chase her warmth whenever he has the chance. He knows that her touch would be the only thing that he craves, he’d chase her saccharine praises that he’d be sure to leak from her mouth when he’d go above and beyond to show off in front of her. How’d she tell him how stunning he looked as he ran to her chair heroically to save her, how he’d insist that he would be the only one to come to her aid, and would bark back to others if they were her savior. For he would not want to hear any words that were meant for him to be directed to someone else.

God forbid he overheard the praise while she comforted her rescuer once they were finally safe, “Wow, look at you, what would I do without you? Ohhh, my knight in shining armor.” She’d laugh and hold them lovingly as Ganji would watch from afar as envy would infest his body.

He would do anything to have her loving presence in his room, for her hands to play with is curly hair to put him asleep. For her to accept his plea of being in her arms, to be reminded of a hope that he thought was long gone.

As the two fell asleep in the company of one another, Cecille muttered a promise. 

“You’re a good man, Ganji, ” She slowly stretched her neck to his shoulder, the pressure of her mouth giving him a comforting kiss goodnight. “I promise to take you home.”

Thinking that this is how she was with Eli that night vigorously struck the match against its box, setting it aflame. Ganji’s jealousy roared.

“Go ahead then! Tell him that you’re just ‘friends’! Tell him that you dont give a single fuck and that he dosen’t mean jackshit to you anymore!” He reached for Cecille, but she looked at the man in astonishment and pushed his hands away. “Tell him that it didn’t mean anything, and see how fucking disappointed he gets and watch him leave you again! For him to throw you aside after using you like you’re some fucking toy!”

Cecille did not move. She gave Ganji a look of disbelief, and it slowly became one of scorn. 

“Tell him that, and maybe he’ll just fucking leave you! Just like everyone else in your unfortunate fucking life!” Cecille squinted her eyes, biting her lip to not make a sound. Ganji could not seem to stop the malicious and ugly words from spewing. For he was in pain and had no other way to let out the hate he felt for Cecille’s actions. Her hands turned themselves into fists, nails digging into her palms. “Maybe you’ll lose him too! Maybe he’d be gone like your ex-fiancee and all of those damn fucking kids!”  

Silence. 

The sudden halt of pernicious words left a bleeding wound. The crickets that occupied the greenhouse seemed to gossip; the lack of conversation that previously filled the manor was now gone. This will surely be a juicy scandal for the weeks to come, hearsay that even the walls would become familiar with. 

The Batters breathing was loud as his adrenaline began to fade. The clouds of anger began to dissipate, leaving him to finally observe the damage that has been done. 

There was the woman who owned his heart standing in front of him. There was a new expression on her face that he had never seen her don, and he became frightened; for now the weight of his actions came crashing down onto his body, bringing a guilt that surpassed anything that he’d ever felt. 

Despite her tears, there it was. Disgust. Horror. Outrage. 

Ganji could practically feel the loathing bubbling from Cecilles core.

Then, Cecille mumbled something faint, quick, and fleeting. Ganji could not quite catch it. However, any thinking was cut short by a crack to his nose. Cecille had taken her chances, throwing a blind swing though angry tears. Blood spewed, Ganji was taken aback from the force, shuffling away from Cecille as his heel met a decorative rock. The woman lunged as he fell, placing all of her weight upon his legs so he would be unable to get up. Her hand met his face once more.

“How,” Smack. “Fucking,” Another smack. “Dare you.” She seethed through her teeth, clasping her hands and raising them towards the heavens. She brought her fists down to his chest, smashing down all of her might onto the Batters sternum. In some sense, Ganji was not surprised; he pushed this poor woman to her edge. She choked sobs from her mouth, angry grunts and screams of incoherent pricks of words. She continued slamming her hands onto his chest, and Ganji could not do anything but pathetically lift his hands to block hers. So far, all of her barely conceivable words stung like paper cuts. 

“You’re fucking just like him! That son-of-a-bitch! We were doing so good and then he ruined everything! He killed everyone I loved and left me to fucking DIE!” Cecille roared at the top of her lungs, shortly halting her violence at his chest, reaching for his face. 

This comparison did not “sting like paper cuts”. Instead, this was a knife straight to the heart. However, Ganji made no rebuttal. He knew better than to be bold with her on this topic. He knew he shouldn't have let those ugly words flow out as if that is what he truly meant. He regretted it all. 

There was that moment of gentleness, she held his face as she slid her thumb against the blood that ran down from his nose, attempting to wipe it off. Failure. It only smudged. Her angry eyes slowly seemed to dissipate, turning to a look of bittersweetness. They flickered around his oh so beautiful and bloody nose, apparently the scar upon it's bridge wasn’t enough damage. She quickly pulled her chilly hands away from his cheeks, placing them in their new home in her own face this time, ignoring the blood still present on her fingers. She began to grieve on top of his chest, and this time he made no effort to even push her off. He took this last bit of warmth from her as their final interaction. 

“I… oh my God. I can’t believe I loved him.” Her hands went back to his head, gently lifting it up once more so their eyes met. “I can’t believe I thought you were different, Ganji.” Disbelief, an airy statement of disappointment. Ganji could only choke at the realization. Like Cecille, tears began to form in his eyes.

These two people who had everything they ever knew or what they ever wanted torn away from them. 

Ganji, the loss of his home, a mother, a family, a loved one.

Cecille, the loss of her home, being a mother, having a family, to be a bride. 

She lingers there, holding his head gently, caressing his face. Maybe Ganji doesn't catch on, but she’s waiting for him to throw some sort of apology, something half-assed, scraps thrown to her like a dog. Nothing comes. Maybe she doesn't deserve one. She accepts that thought, however, not before scowling and letting him go. 

Ganji has heard rumors of Cecille's alternating mood swings. He's never had the first hand experience up until now, nor has he taken it upon himself to ask her about it, not wanting to offend her with assumptions that may be false. Now, he realizes that this woman has high-high's and low-low's. He couldn't seem to shake off the eeriness of her screams immediately halting into sweet lingering touches. It made his head spin in ways more than one.

The woman decides that she has lingered for long enough. Cecille rises, looking down at Ganji’s body. He’s defeated, tired, in dismay realizing how much he’s lost. He now knows it's all gone. It vanished before he even knew he owned it. Cecille wipes Ganjis blood from her fingertips on her white apron, she could care less of how much of a pain it will be to remove. 

“Don’t talk about my ‘fucking kids’ like that.” 

As Ganji looked up at her figure for the last time, he saw that hateful look on her face once more.  He never thought he’d be on the receiving end. 

“I thought you were better than this, Ganji.” She speaks to his figure, now attempting to use any strength to prop himself up onto his elbows. Somewhere in her heart, she still pities this man. Tearing off her apron, she throws it to his pathetic state, for he is shaking on the floor.  She knows she doesn't want it back. 

She’s quiet, staring at Ganji who scrambles for her apron, more tears begin to flow. Whatever blessing she thought Ganji was is now completely gone. He is no longer her star. She swallows thickly at the idea, berating herself internally for letting something like this happen again. 

“You’re acting like I broke your heart.” 

She turns swiftly around, leaving Ganji in the dark Greenhouse. They both know that if she doesn't make it back to her room in time, there will be people stopping her along the way. Their prying disguised and coated with fake concern. Anything to fill their entertainment in this disgusting hell-hole. How pathetic. 

Making her way out of the door, she blubbers muddled words that Ganji could not quite comprehend. He does, however, catch a fleeting name. Oh, poor Cecille; crying for her twin brother back home.

[tvsandmovies]

Reasons why I hated the ending of Game of Thrones :

1- The long night was actually a short fucking night that I couldn't see no shit the entire time.

2- The knight king ending is shitty and stupid.

3- Ninja Arya.

4- The promised prince prophecy is bullshit and unnecessary with no point the entire series.

5- The story behind the knight king and the white walkers are nothing and ignored, so there was no point with Bran's storyline except we knew about Hodor and Jon.

6- The Lyanna X Rhaegar romanticizing back story.

7- ruining Jaime's redemption arc by letting him back to Cersei.

8- Jon Snow "I don't want it" & "She is ma qween" only lines.

9- no point of Tyrion's character since 6.

10- Cersei has no lines and did nothing just drinking wine.

11- that stupid scene of Cersei killing Missande while Daenerys is only watching.

12- Stupid Varys.

13- What's the point of Dorne and the sand snakes?

14- BRAN IS THE FUCKING KING! LIKE WTF!

I hope I didn't forget anything.

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So to me is not bad because they ruined your Dany, no, it is bad because they ignored alot of details and characters, they ignored the build up of the story.

They rushed everything and made it into 8 episodes only.

For Daenerys going into a mad queen, pay attention more when you rewatching the show, you will see how obsessed she is and how always threating people to take what it is hers with fire and blood.

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Ok I'm slow 🐌 but omfg I just realized.... Travis Barker and MGK decided with Dom and Mod to revive the PopPunk genre from the 00s. It was at THAT specific time when Megan, a 00s has been and Avril, also a 00s has been and Kourtney K -i don't have any bad feelings towards her tbh she's the only semi real Kardashian but lets be honest the Kardashians show was at its relevancy peak in the early 00s as well- decided to sink their fangs into the boys' relevant necks. 0.0. Am I over analyzing!? Wtf this is so messed up :c

Hahaa I like that theory. And I don’t know shit about Dom’s girl Jesse so I don’t have an opinion on her but from what I’ve seen in pictures she has that late 90’s early 2000’s Fiona Apple heroine chic vibe too. Yeah I don’t mind kourtney either. I tried to give Avril the benefit of the doubt cuz I never liked her growing her but she made Mod happy so I didn’t mind but then she did him dirty AF! Also can I just say where the fuck did the whole “Qween Avril” thing come from? When I was in Highschool you’d get your ass kicked for listening to / liking Avril Lavigne ESPECIALLY in the pop punk scene everyone though she was a poser and you’d get called a poser too if you thought you were gonna try to be cute and wear a men’s tie over your regular outfit like her. So I was kinda thrown for a loop with all the “Qween Avril invented pop punk” shit . Meanwhile Megan’s trying to turn the clock on her face back to the 2000’s 🤣 Awhh such nostalgia 🤣 A part of me feels like this was all preplanned PR from the start with how it all played out time wise and the way the Bloody Valentine video basically foreshadowed their entire relationship.But I feel like somewhere along the way the lines between PR and reality started to blur ( at least for the boys) and they fell in love and got attached and ended up with their hearts broken …. When there PR contracts ended around the same time , and the girls had already been leading them on for their own benefit thinking they had something real. Idk it’s one of my many theories

[the-arcade-doctor]

Hi qween -Alucard

Oh shit. Hey girl. -Ayesha

[[ Jotette waves, adjusting her plumage with her glitchy hand, she also has a slight twitch to her. ]]