#shes gone emo

[mashedmangos]

My last life red Lizzie design :3

[d3molition-lov3rs]

marlene mckinnon would have lived for 2000s emo and in this essay i will

[charmac]

"15 years ago today I started working in TV. My first job was for Demetri Martin’s sketch show called Important Things. I was hired based off a packet that contained the first two sketches I ever wrote and a phone interview with Demetri where I admitted that those were the first two sketches I ever wrote. He hired me anyway and I moved out to LA, planning to return to New York after that job was over. Sadly, I never went back. Less sadly, I never stopped working either, which was good because I was flat broke. I remember it took them almost 6 weeks to give me my first paycheck, and if I hadn’t been living with my Aunt Denise and eating her food, I don’t know what I would have done. I sent my mom an email that first night telling her how my first day was. I was the only female writer (again) but my coworkers and bosses were very lovely and funny and mercifully kind to me, as I knew absolutely nothing about writing for TV. So here’s my answer to my mom’s question 15 years later: Writing for TV is wonderful and awful. Some days it’s laughing so hard in a room your cheeks hurt, and some days it’s crying alone in your bedroom wishing you had just become a high school English teacher and stayed in Kalamazoo forever. It’s the biggest boost to your ego and it eats your soul. Every time I think I’m getting better at it, I have a day where I wonder if I’ve ever said a funny thing in my life. The highs are high, the lows are lows, and there is no middle. I’ve met a lot of my heroes, I’ve written for some of them, and Danny DeVito knows my name. But today I cried three times trying to execute some notes on a pilot that I sincerely doubt will ever be good enough. So I called my mom again and she still thinks I’m talented, even when I don’t. I hope she’s right, because at this point I can’t do anything else."

Megan Ganz on Instagram today

[dracocorpse]

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[toytanks]

unfortunately her voice is ass

[starboy-at-the-disco]

My butterfly keychain disappeared :[

[infernaltenor]

finished up a cos game last night and idk if ive ever been so sad to see a dnd character of mine go

[k1byl0v3r]

OPPOSITE FELICIA IS HERE! (you can find what's behind her eyepatch in the background) au creator: @//Hennysilly (I think i forget there username sometimes) on tiktok

so if you can read my writing it says on her legs 'no fir on legs (well not a fluffy)' and on her hand/paw it says 'fingerless gloves' and also the gems on her outfits are blood gems

this thing

so yeah *sigh* attack me with the Opposite Felicia fanart. did I make her hot emo girl that everyone simps for enough?

[burningcomputerpersona]

ahhhhhhhh guess who made the mistake of getting a haircut

[chentastic]

just got of work and I was thinking,,, my two female pcs are fierce, could (and will) kill for the person they love, strong and have a dominant heart. and my two male pcs are both submissive little guys, both soft and squishy tormented creatures.

there's no in between

[zhorrot]

Reginn: Otr, get a girlfriend.

Fafnir: Or a boyfriend. He’s bi.

Reginn: Damn, you get no bitches.

Otr: *crying inside*

[carlos-tk]

night ruined 😭😭😭 my favourite dog I follow on ig has been really sick and passed away 😭😭😭 I’m legitimately crushed 💔

[klonoadreams]

Thinking about My Sails Are Set, and how it's sung by AURORA, makes it sound like this timeless folk song similar to Binks Sake, so don't mind me just yeeting this song into Gone Fishing, where it's a favored song amongst navigators.

Mako's mama always sang it to her, while she was in the womb. So expect a Promised Neverland situation, where you got Shanks just losing his shit over Mako singing a song she hasn't been taught before realizing, oh. And then remembering that her mama was a navigator like OH.

Because remember, Mako was aware at some point before she was officially born. This is the end result of being held back from being born for your own safety, at the cost of your Mama's life when it all comes down.

Just imagining Nami pausing for a momemt when she hears Mako sing it, because of how well she relates to it. But also it truly feels like a song made for navigators.

Leaving Cocoyashi and her starting it off, like "Will you still be my friend?"

Always, Nami, always.

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

tbh hazbin hotel is soo perfect for me bc its for repressed theater kids

[dianaladrislovebot]

and what if i suggest diana being a secret emo. what if i say she listens to early 2000’s p!atd and my chemical romance and paramore and fall out boy and pierce the veil and bring me the horizon. what then.

[dulcewrites]

Do you have any family moments between k&q fmo? Like family dinner, or cassandra and aemond having moments with the kids, or maybe aemond and the kids riding their dragons together. Whatever you think :)

Westeros’ Not So Brady Bunch

The seat next to Cassandra is painfully empty. Annoyingly empty actually. Once was a mistake, several times was a pattern; Aemond was late to dinner yet again. There is little she can do but wait and silently seethe. That had become her pattern.

“Can we eat already,” Daella finally breaks the silence.

“No, not until your father arrives.”

Her daughter slumps in her chair in distain.

“He is probably doing something important,” Alaric says softly.

“Or he just didn’t bother to come.”

“Daella please,” Cassandra sighs. Not in front of your brother.

It is few more minutes of silence before Aemond finally comes in a rush. Alaric, and a begrudging Daella, stand up to greet him. Cassandra just continues sit.

So, maybe seething quietly is not the only thing she does.

Aemond leans down to kiss her on the cheek, and she jerks her head back when she gets a familiar smell. “On dragonback really?”

He frowns, sitting in the chair next to her. “She’s getting old, she has to move or she will wither away.”

At least he tends to one woman in his life correctly.

Cassandra hopes Vhagar doesn’t die before Aemond. Not only for her husband’s sanity, but for her own. She cannot imagine an Aemond who has lost everyone else then his beloved dragon.

Alaric wastes no time launching into a story about his training session that day. Cassandra knows her son cares little about swordsmanship. He does it all for the look of approval Aemond gives him. Beaming each time Aemond gets the opportunity to take time out of his day to watch.

“And Ser Crakehall tells me that I’m moving closer to using something with more weight soon.”

“That’s lovely sweetheart,” Cassandra hates the idea of son carrying a sword around.

Daella clangs her dish loudly on the table, gathering everyone’s attention.

“I want to be fostered somewhere.”

Cassandra blinks, a sense of dread mounting in her stomach. Aemond lets out a humorless, confused chuckle.

“What?”

“I want to be fostered at noble house, preferably for the coming summer.”

“And why is that, Daella,” Aemond’s tone is incredulous.

“Because I thought I would have the privilege of not being stuck in this castle for the rest of my life,” she says confidently. “Plus, mother said she would consider it.”

Aemond’s head turns slowly towards Cassandra’s direction.

Fuck.

“I said, that I would speak to your father about the idea in due time.”

Cassandra hopes that shuts the conversation down but it only continues on.

“And where would you be going,” Aemond tilts his head to the side. Like a curious dog would if something strange was happening in front of them.

“Anywhere. Any place would be love to take in a princess of the realm.”

Aemond mutters a ‘wow’ under his breath. Their daughter’s boldness never ceases to amaze them.

“We will think about it,” Cassandra tries to appease her daughter, but Aemond scoffs in reponse.

“Any place would house you… and your extremely large dragon,” he laughs incredulously.

The condescension seems to trigger something in Daella.

“I want to go out and see the realm. I want to see something other than the same walls and same people everyday.”

“Oh, here we go. Poor Daella.”

“Aemond,” Cassandra warns.

“This castle feels more like a dungeon at times,” she hisses. “Gods forbid I stay locked away here untill you marry me off the highest bidder. Then I’ll be forced to squeeze out children for a man who can’t even to show up to dinner on time.”

The room gets silent. Cassandra thinks she might throw up.

“That - that came out wrong,” Daella mutters.

Cass is sure it actually came out right. A thought that’s clearly been sitting on her daughter’s heart for a moment. She just pushes her chair back, suddenly not hungry anymore. Cassandra ignores the pleas from her kids and Aemond to stay. Embarrassment and anger being the thing that carries her to her chambers.

———

By the time there is a knock on her door, the tears have dried on her pillow and Cassandra has already began to get ready to bed.

A part of her wants to tell whoever it is to go away. But with a dejected sigh, she lets the guard let whoever it is in. In the reflection of her vanity mirror, she sees Daella gingerly walk in.

“I asked for one of the maids to bring you some of those cakes you like. They should be here soon.”

Cassandra continues to brush her hair silently.

“I apologized to father,” she fiddles with her dress, nervously. “And I am sorry for what happened at dinner.”

Cassandra pauses, turning from her mirror to look her daughter in the eye. She understands Daella never meant to hurt her, or even Aemond, but how does one live with the fact their life is apparently their daughter’s worst nightmare.

“I didn't mean what I said. I just.. I don't know."

"I had no idea hating King's Landing so much was the reason you wanted to be fostered elsewhere."

She was told that is was for the opportunity to experience something different.

"I don't hate it here," she looks down at her feet. "Not really I guess. It just might be better for everyone if I just wasn't around."

Cassandra's brows furrow in contempt. "Why would you say that?"

Daella shrugs. "Everyone has other things to tend to. Father is always busy, Alaric has all these lessons, and... you're gonna have more kids to worry about. Best I be out of everyone's way."

Cassandra thinks her heart might have broken into a million pieces. She gets up from her seat, and goes over to Daella.

"I am sorry if anyone gave you that impression to begin with," she pushes a curl behind Daella's ear. "Absolutely no one here wants you 'out of the way'."

Daella doesn't say anything in response.

"Have you expressed this to your father?"

"Like he would care," she scoffs.

Cassandra will be the first to say Aemond has not been best father at times. The very first to say it. But the last thing she wants is any of her children to grow with resentment towards their parents. Not even just for her and Aemond's sakes, but because she knows the bitter hole that leaves in someone's heart. Wind whistling through the space left that should be taken up by the affection of a parent. She worries her kids will never understand how much her and Aemond would go to the ends of the earth for them. How much they already have. Battles have been fought and won for them. A war waged on partly for them.

"How about you and I make a deal? I will convince him to think about the idea, but you have to sit down and voice what you have been feeling before that."

Daella looks up through her lashes. "Do I have much of a choice?"

"Yes, you do," Cassandra sighs. "But I would hope you would want to work this out with him. He may surprise you."

"Do I have to do it tonight?"

"No, sleep would be best for everyone right now. But the sooner you do it, the better."

She kisses her daughter on the forehead before sending her on her way.

"Mommy," Daella stops right before she leaves. "I really am sorry for what I said."

Cassandra throat feels tight again. She just gives a strained smile and nod. She is sorry too.

For so much she cannot put into words just yet. For things she thinks Daella will not understand unless she had a girl of her own.

Aemond comes to breakfast early.

Not to make up for the dinners he has been late to, though that would be a good idea, but to avoid Cassandra.

Then I’ll be forced to squeeze out children for a man who can’t even bother to show up to dinner on time.

It was not even Aemond who reprimanded Daella once Cassandra silently left dinner. It was Alaric. He gave what had to be the most confused and digusted look Aemond had ever seen to both his sister and father.

“What is wrong with you two?”

The words were harsh but his tone was dripping with sadness. It was not long before he left in a similar silent, upset state that his mother did. Leaving just Aemond and Daella there.

“I am sorry. I -“

Aemond held up his hand to stop her. Frankly wanting to leave the room himself in that moment. “Just umm apologize to your mother.”

He should’ve went to Cassandra last night, but he didn’t know what to say.

Sorry our daughter hurt your feelings by saying the truth. Sorry I am making you squeeze out more heirs for me. Sorry I am selfish enough to take time you are willing to give me.

He had been hoping he could scarf down whatever the kitchen staff made for breakfast then get to work. Admittly wanting to take the cowardly way out of seeing his wife or kids. But that bubble burst when Daella walks in.

She sits in the seat catty-cornered to his. At first, he thinks she will just go about her business. Having the same idea of ignoring what happened last night that he did.

“Do you hate me?”

Aemond chokes on the bread in his mouth. A harsh coughing fit occurring to the point where some of the guards standing in the far corner of the room try to rush and help him. He waves them away once he has taken a sip of something.

“It is ok if you do. I would just like to know,” she says it so plainly and bluntly.

“Why on earth would you think that?”

He knows he is not perfect, and he knows he has not made the best decisions all the time. But has he slipped so far that his own kid would think he hates her?

…. Has he become his… father?

Daella shrugs, no answer coming.

“I’m serious. Where is this coming from?”

“You don’t engage with me like you do with Alaric,” she picks at her fingers, not making eye contact. Aemond can’t help but feel a little sick thinking about his mother. It was a habit she tried to break, but even in her final days, she managed to pick herself away with worry. “I get it. He’s your heir and you have much in common but… We don’t talk.”

Aemond grabs one of her hands to stop her. Daella looks up with tears swimming in eyes.

“I do not hate you. The complete opposite actually.” He has so many feelings surrounding his family, his life, now that he thinks he may burst from it. That he will keep internalizing enough till something in him pops. “I am sorry. I just…”

I don’t know how to talk to you.

The older she gets, the more he can feel her slipping through his fingers. And before he knows it, he will just have a bunch of memories to hold onto.

“I just need to do better.”

Daella doesn’t look fully convinced.

“Is that why you want to leave, because of me?”

“It may be easier that way.”

“It won’t be,” Aemond rebuts. “Because you will be thinking of me, and I will surely be thinking of you. We are kind of stuck with each other kid.”

“Well, that reassuring,” she says sarcastically, letting out a watery laugh.

“Why don’t I cancel what I need to do for the rest of the day. It can just be you and me,” he offers.

A small smile comes on her face. “Could not cancel?”Aemond gives her a confused look. “I want to know what your day is like.”

Aemond wrinkles his nose. “It’s really not that interesting,” he warns.

Daella shrugs indifferently.

“Alright, when we are finished here, our first act of business is meeting with Hugo.”

“Mother says Hugo is a snake with a dirty beard and a hidden agenda.”

Of course she does.

“Rule one of the day: Let’s not repeat your mother says about him when he is in the room.”

For the first time in a long time, Aemond quite enjoys breakfast.