#this is probably boderline crack

[typewriter83]

https://www.tumblr.com/typewriter83/751205799108427776/lana-cub-here-i-think-you-said-once-that-tommy?source=share

that... Wow.

That must be one of the most accurate and interesting analysis about tommy that I have read, and everything you said makes so much sense. When I don't think I can appreciate you morez you come up with a whole fucking thing that shows me how mature you are. He is a man child (and honestly i now wonder if this developted in him since childhood. I mean, game/show never told nothing about their childhood besides having a dad (in joel's house, you can see a picture of little!joel fishing with their dad) but what if something happened to this dad and joel had to be the man of the house (I always found his sense of responsibility a little too rooted in him) and having to take more care of tommy than before? We will never know, but that would explain some things about tommy.

Also, the maria part, I think you just made me realize why I never really I sympathized with maria's character and never really liked her and tommy as a couple (even tho they dancing in the background of part2 was cute). I knew i never really liked maria: this is more about opinion, but i feel like maria's only shown personality is just being authoritive and ruling people around. And, unfortunately, their making maria's character even more annoying on the show. So, of course (and you helped me realize) that maria's favorite part about tommy could easily be this childlike part of him of always wanting someone to guide/rule his life. And like you said, because joel's death was a thump to him and fucked him up, tommy and maria went to a crisis for the first time: she just didn't know how to keep him under her control anymore, he was uncontrolled. This dynamic sounds boderline toxic if you ask me, and maybe people don't view maria as toxic only because she's not the man in the relationship here.

I wonder how will you put this into practice in your story, and how that could affect the main plot (specially when they find about that).

I also wonder if this man child part of him, even fho it was cracked, was tiggered in the farm scene. I mean, let's remember basic child behaviour: child wants, child asks for. Child receives a "no"? Child cries and gives a tantrum. That was basically all the farm scene if we really go on with the logic of tommy being a man child. Once he found out ellie wasn't so sure about hunting abby, it's like he totally forgot that he was talking to his niece and putting her in danger again, and then threw shit on the fan.

Oh my gosh, this reply is just so much - so much goodness to dig into. I think Tommy is a complex character - I actually think every character in this universe has the potential to be complex if someone is willing to dig into it. But Tommy is someone in the game who has the unique experience of having experienced many lives through his life.

Season 2/Game 2 spoilers below cut

I think you’re right that there was probably only one parent involved in the Miller household, probably mom. I believe Joel to be around 8ish years older than Tommy, and it’s possible that Dad Miller left sometime after Tommy was born, leaving a 10ish year old Joel is raise his little brother. You mention the photo of Joel and dad - Joel is pretty young in that photo, probably kindergarten age so pre-Tommy. Joel remembers dad being someone he looked up to, and either Joel was wrong about him, or something scared him off - or maybe he passed away.

If we go off game ages - I tend to stick to that universe/timeline when analyzing - Joel was about 19/20 when Sarah was born which means Tommy was about 11/12, so theoretically, Joel was raising Sarah and helping raise Tommy. Joel was a very influential part of Tommy’s entire life, so when Maria says to Ellie (in the show) that Tommy was doing what Joel did, of course he did!

And mixing game and show lore, maybe the army messed Tommy up more than it helped him grow up. And you’re right, maybe Maria liked that about him, clung to that - she was a mom at some point too, and maybe she liked the idea of Tommy needing her in a capacity that was more than a lover. (Kind of ironic when you think about it - seeing as another conversation we’ve been having revolves around the Joel/Ellie dynamic transcending father/daughter or something more/else, right?)

And I agree with you that losing Joel was a catalyst that changed Tommy’s personality - he went after Abby to protect Ellie because that was what Joel would have done/wanted him to do. By the end of the game, Tommy is broken and lost and does want revenge, which was never Joel’s way (that’s a WHOLE OTHER conversation regarding game 2, omg, what a shit show - wanna talk about that next?), but Tommy is so lost without Joel (and Maria).

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[dulcewrites]

Aemond is going to die.

Maybe not right now per se. But it still feels like he might. He knew this was going to happen, and he still feels a bit sick to his stomach.

A hand on his shoulder pulls him out of this thoughts.

“Are you ok?”

Aemond can tell even through the glasses of champagne that make his brother’s cheeks flush that Aegon is worried. It’s the same look everybody seems to give him lately. Like they expect him to crack. A downward spiral in the works.

“I’m fine,” tearing his eyes away from two certain people, he takes the flute in Aegon’s hand and down the rest of it. Aegon just wrinkles his nose in pitty. It was laughable; Aegon of all people looking at him in pitty. How the tables have turned.

His gaze goes back to where Jace and Myrah are. There was a petty part of him that wished Myrah suddenly turned into a bridge troll post break (not break up Aemond would reinterate to his family). But it would take changes on a cosmic level to have Myrah look anything but beautiful in Aemond’s eyes. Especially now, with the way the light is hitting her. With the way the colors on her dress look against her skin.

And yeah, he’s gonna fucking die.

If he doesn’t die, he will probably strangle someone.

On cue, Aegon pipes up again. “You look like you want to skin our nephew.”

Aemond just continues to look on.

“Look, in the grand scheme of things I don’t care what you do to the loser, but if you ruin Hel’s party in the process, she will kill you and I’ll watch. Maybe even help.”

Helaena had sat Aemond down gently, in the way only a big sister could. Her blue eyes soft and sympathetic.

I invited Myrah to my party. If it makes you uncomfortable then I can readjust, but I want all the people I care about there. And she’s one of them.

Aemond just nodded and smiled, then let out a boderline pathetic groan when he got in his car. Laying his face on the stirring wheel for a few minutes. It is Helaena’s birthday; he has no right to tell her who to invite, especially knowing Myrah and her were friends before they even dated. The garden party was also Myrah’s idea. The pastels, the bug motif decorations; all things they both had in common. But telling himself that still doesn’t help the pain of seeing her.

“I’m fine,” Aemond repeats, clearing his throat.

“It’s been two months. Maybe it is time to move on.”

Aemond head snaps towards his brother. “We are just on a break.”

Aegon nods slowly, clearly not convinced. “She said she needed space. I don’t think staring at her like psycho is helping.”

Aemond tries not to be an angry person. He knows it does him no good in the long run. But most of the people in his family, his feelings always burn hot after being contained for too long. Myrah isn’t here with him, and she’s laughing with someone who also isn’t him. By the time he has stood up and started to walk over, his mind is in a bit of a fugue state.

He heard Aegon call out for him, but his feet keep moving. It is not till he is standing near the cocktail table, looming really, that he doesn’t have a plan. And Aemond always prides himself on having a plan.

Jace is the first to acknowledge him, a tense smile on his face. While Myrah just looks up through her lashes. Neither of them pay Jace any attention anymore when he asks how Aemond is. All Aemond can do is hum, completely focused on Myrah.

“Ok,” Jace says slowly looking from Myrah to Aemond then back to Myrah. “I’ll talk with you later.”

He instantly takes Jace’s place near her.

“How, umm, how have you been,” his stomach dips when he finally makes proper eye contact with her. He sends a silent thank you Amal and Gerald

“I’ve been ok. Esme, mom, and I went a little girls’ holiday last week so that was nice.”

He knows that. Aemond had went as far as to download tiktok to see her. Tiktok. Aemond understands the appeal of it now; he just needed the right subject to watch.

“Are you doing alright,” she asks as if she already knows the answer. Did he look as awful as he feels?

“I miss you.”

As soon as he says it he cringes a bit. Myrah’s eyes soften in that way that makes Aemond wish the ground would open and swallow him whole. Myrah looks away briefly, staring out at the sprawling garden and field attached to the tea room, trying to collect her thoughts. For a moment, Aemond wishes he had an ounce of the artistic talent she had. He’d draw her a million times over if that made her happy.

“Aemond,” she finally looks back at him. The glitter of her eyeshadow catching the sunlight. “Don’t make this any harder.”

“I just wanted to see how you were.”

The tense look on her face melts a bit as she laughs. “Be fucking serious. You came over because Jace was over here.”

Aemond’s mind gets a bit fuzzy at the sound of Myrah’s laugh. It chimes and soars like bells. It makes him smile, really smile, for the first time in weeks.

“Is that a bad thing?”

Myrah shakes her head softly. “You just have to remember a time where you didn’t like me very much.”

She says it in a joking matter but the sadness in her eyes say something else. It makes Aemond wonder if that is how she has been coping, if at all. Aemond can’t bring himself to this that binary, not know. Not while he can still hold on to a sliver of hope this isn’t permanent.

“I never disliked you,” he mummers, coming closer. “Not really.”

“After I did the portrait, Helaena told me that you said it was ‘a shame someone so talented could be so abrasive’,” Myrah raises a brow.

“And Helaena told me you called me uptight.”

“Abrasive and uptight, what a pair we make.”

Pair.

“But you liked me anyway.”

Myrah smiles. “Yeah, I did.”

Her eyes match her makeup as they glitter and sparkle. Aemond looks down, and brushes his fingers against the back of Myrah’s hand.

“You know I’m willing to wait for however long you need.”

Myrah grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze. It’s warm and soft the way he remembers it to be. And it hurts she knows he will, that is the horribly scary part. That not only is her head fucked at the moment, but she’s stringing Aemond along in the process. She should tell him to go sow his oats; don’t wait for her to figure herself out. But the thought of Aemond with someone else makes Myrah irrationally weak in the knees.

It’s selfish. Something she tries so hard not to be.

“Your hair is longer,” she changes the subject, reaching up with the other hand to brush a stray hair away from his face. “You should keep growing it out. Suits you.”

Myrah’s hand rest gently on his face. He grabs her wrist and kisses the inside of it. When she doesn’t pull away, he thinks she will tell him how much longer it will be. That she misses him too.

But it never comes.

She pulls both hands away, and Aemond feels cold. Physically and metaphorically. She slips away to go help with Helaena’s cake.

The night after the argument that lead to the break, Aemond went to his mother is boderline hysterics. He had never felt younger than when she laid his head on her lap. Like how she used to after he had a bad day in middle school.

“I know you don’t want to hear this now and it is cliche as hell,” she whispered. “But if things are meant to be, you two will come back to each other.”

Through the many candles over the butterfly cake, and the bright sparklers that were passed out, he looks at Myrah. Even though he feels disgustingly hallow now, he knows they will find their way back to each other.

He is sure of it.

There is def a timeline where modern aemyrah take a break and Aemond is like ‘she’s gone’ by hall and oates levels of screaming, crying, throwing up about it 😭😭

[ahumansvoid]

Ah.

I love random plot bunnies.

Because I don’t know why,

But I am writing an established RexObi fic where Obi-wan had a month (+2weeks of phone sex) long physical relationship with Jango.

And Obi-wan has to tell Rex because Rex wants him to meet Jango but Obi-wan already knows him.

Rex is freaking out over his dad having sex with his boyfriend. Yes it was years ago but still!

Ah. Joy. Idk where I’m going with this fic.

EDIT: I keep seeing this post and it keeps reminding me that I have no idea what I’m doing with this fic and probably never will. So what’s the rational response when your bf reveals that he slept with your dad a decade ago?