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(So Far Gone)

Quite a number of you were pretty upset with the first 4 frames I posted as wips(it was very entertaining to read some of your tags) but don’t worry!! Makoto and Haru will get through anything and they’ll come out stronger. Keep your heads up!!

Also I’m sorry that it’s such a long post(especially if you’re not into Free! or makoharu)!

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Arthur Pendragon Appreciation Meme -  Arthur and a princess

↳ “Sleep well, Prince Arthur. When you wake, may your thoughts be only of Vivian.”

Al Sharpton be like —

Regular money is racist!

Here’s the problem with Rhaegar Targaryen.

Let’s take it as given that he wanted to honor Lyanna Stark for her deeds as the Knight of the Laughing Tree at the Tourney at Harrenhal. And also given that he felt he needed a third head of the dragon for the prophecy of the Prince That Was Promised (the Song of Ice and Fire), and that he really wanted Lyanna in particular to be the mother of his third child. He still went about it in a remarkably stupid fashion.

When he named Lyanna Queen of Love and Beauty instead of his wife Elia Martell, he:

  • publicly shamed his wife, leading to tension in the Targaryen-Martell alliance
  • angered Lyanna’s betrothed, the lord of the Stormlands
  • angered Lyanna’s family, the lords of the North
  • caused all the watching lords of Westeros to wonder if he was heading for the “madness” side of the Targaryen coin, and not any more suitable to rule than his mad father was

He could have done many other things to honor her (or declare his love, if you wish). But he did that, which was incredibly politically stupid. Romantic as hell. And goddamn stupid.

Now, Lyanna’s “kidnapping” was several months later. (Not immediately after the Tourney — Rhaegar’s son Aegon was born, the Starks returned home to Winterfell, Robert and Ned went back to the Eyrie, etc.) In that time, there was probably some effort by the Targaryens and their advisers to unruffle the feathers of the various lords. (Probably. God knows, with Aerys.) In that time, Rhaegar decided Elia could not bear a third child and chose Lyanna instead, and perhaps made efforts to court her in secret.

In that time, Rhaegar could have contacted Rickard Stark and asked for Lyanna to be his wife. He could have done something to deal with how his cousin Robert would handle this. (Paid him off somehow, offered some other pretty highborn maiden, who knows.) He could have made the concept of a Stark becoming a Targaryen princess a great honor. He could have made sure Elia would not be further shamed by this and that Dorne would not be angered. (A divorce or annulment might not be necessary, as Targaryens had had multiple wives before, even if it was rare.) And he could have waited to do this all after he called a Great Council to remove his mad father from the throne.

But instead, Lyanna disappeared, and somehow everyone knew Rhaegar was behind it. The assumption by her brother and her betrothed was that she had been kidnapped to be raped by a mad prince. And then after this, Rhaegar was out of touch and could not be found (not by his enemies, by his father and closest friend!) for months, while political chaos ensued and a war began. This was beyond stupid. There aren’t words for how politically dumb this was.

Rhaegar wanted to save the world. All he did was to prevent destruction, to create the savior he couldn’t be himself. But instead he caused a civil war, and destroyed his family, Westeros, and himself. He didn’t need to move so quickly, without thinking — even if the prophecy was true and necessary, there was no need for the third head of the dragon to be born right away. (If there was like 3 years between Rhaenys and Aegon, then surely the same amount of time would be no problem between Aegon and Rhaegar’s third child. And if he thought his infant son was the PTWP, then whatever great calamity Rhaegar thought he was preventing must have been decades away, when the boy would be an adult.) 

But he thought prophecy was more important than politics. He held songs higher than diplomacy. And he died for it, as did his son, his daughter, his wife, his father, and his lover. And Lyanna… even if she was in heedless love herself… she knew her father and brother died because of what she did and how she did it. A tragedy beyond measure.

And that’s the problem with Rhaegar. This is not “character hate”. This is his character.

(And I’m actually being kind to him in assuming he did it all for the benefit of the world and not the benefit of his dick for “love”.)

WOMEN OF HISTORY | ALAQAI BEKI, PRINCESS WHO RUNS THE STATE (c. 1191 - ?) (Selenge Erdene Ochir)

Third daughter of Genghis Khan, Alaqai was raised by her mother, Borte, and Borte’s mother-in-law on the Mongolian steppes, and it was Borte who instilled into Alaqai a sense of duty to serve the nation. Before marrying into the Mongol Empire, Borte have been born to a tribe who trusted in the wisdom and diplomacy of their daughters, and not the force of their sons, to protect them. It can be hardly surprising that Borte raised her daughters to be rulers, and their father thought the same.

When the Onggud allied themselves to Genghis Khan, it was the sixteen year old Alaqai who was betrothed to one of their men in power to help cement the alliance and become the Mongol’s first ruler in a foreign land. Once there Alaqai dismissed his other wives but their children didn’t lose their status. (The Mongols saw no difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, all being equal in their eyes.) Genghis Khan gave his daughters an important message when they married: The nation was her first husband. Her second husband was her own reputation, and third came any actual man she married. In control of the Onggud lands, Alaqai was able to provide support and horses for her father’s armies when they crossed the Gobi desert.

A few years after she came to power, a rebel faction within the Onggud erupted and came against Alaqai, assassinating her husband and other Mongol sympathisers. Alaqai barely escaped with her life, and took her stepsons to go shelter with a nearby faction of her father’s army nearby. She returned with some of these soldiers to the city and quickly took out the rebels.

Genghis Khan’s strategy against rebelling nations was to kill every male taller than the wheel of a Mongol cart, but this time Alaqai stepped in and convinced her father to only kill those that had been directly involved in the attacks. Because of her actions, the Onggud became the only nation to ever rebel against the Khan and continue to exist. After this act of loyalty to the people under her control, the Onggud never rebelled again.

In time, Alaqai’s father came to rely on her wise rulership more and more and eventually she was in control of millions of people across Northern China, being given the title ‘Princess Who Runs the State’. Illiterate when she began her rulership, Alaqai educated herself, learning to read and write in more than one language so that she could properly oversee the administration of her kingdom, and promoting literacy within her lands. (It was said by visitors that she read daily for pleasure, with a special interest in texts about religion and medicine.)

For twenty years Alaqai ruled and remained loyal to her father and her nation, but having lost her only son in battle meant that her own dynasty could not continue. After death her name quickly faded.

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Branson Hair Appreciation- 3x04

"I barely have the clothes I stand in."

Memoria.

Boredom, not so nice as you think.This one’s for me (yay. -_-) (Ooh jumping timelines my favorite.)

You step into the familiar coffee shop, take a quick look around, to realize that it’s quite crowded, save one corner, the one spot that’s always been a favorite of yours, and today noticing that spot is empty feels like a relief and a stab to your heart at the same time. You contemplate on why you made your way here on this sunny afternoon, with nowhere else better to go. You move towards the favored secluded corner of the little shop and sit in the booth, in your spot, once again. You observe the bustle around the shop and smile. It has changed so much over the years, the layout of all the chairs, the paint on the walls, everything save this spot. And you’ve been grateful, it’s here, a constant of sorts. The old owner of the tiny shop realizes its you and gives you a bright smile and a nod, and you know she’s gonna bring what you always order. What you’ve always ordered for roughly 15 years since you first set foot into this shop.

-*-*-*-*-

It’s the evening  after the day your honeymoon ended. You remember Holly and you dragging all the luggage inside, leaving it on the floor downstairs, exhausted after the long flight home. Back to life now, all the excitement, nervousness dying down. Now, back to routine life. The two of you had decided unpacking could be done later, and had flopped on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, you take in a deep breath and close your eyes, taking it all in.

This was it - bliss. With the woman you love by your side, back home, cozy, comfortable. It’s all so perfect.

'So, this is it.' she says, and though you aren't actually looking at her, you know she's smiling. Just from the pitch of her voice, the way she's saying it, you know she's grinning that lopsided grin of hers. You know that. You can hear it.

'Yup. The best part of the marriage is over now.' you reply in your usual tone, dripping with sarcasm, and sure enough you find a pillow stuffed into your face.

-*-*-*-*-

The owner brings your usual order of coffee to you herself, along side with a plate of a few donuts. She gives you a wink as she places it on your table. You’ve been her favorite, though you haven’t visited here in a long time. She sees you’re alone, and doesn’t make a comment on it, for which you’re grateful. You truly are. You’ve never cared much for her, but you know she looks out for you - whenever you’re in the shop anyway.

You grab the hot mug of coffee with both your hands, cupping the mug tight till you feel the heat almost burning your palms. You don’t really care much about the pain - you’re too busy staring through the glass walls of the shop, staring at the people outside walking up and down on the street, not so much giving a glance at you. Perhaps if you looked hard enough, she just might turn up in the shop, and join you.

-*-*-*-*-

This particular booth, had always been yours. Well, technically, it was Holly’s. She was the one who dragged you here, the first time. She had quite literally dragged you by the wrist, introduced you to the kind shop owner, and sat you down at this very booth. And so whenever the two of you did come round to this side of the town, you had always gone in, and sat at the booth that was naturally reserved for them. You remember that one time you had flashed your badge at this freckled teenager who was sitting in the said spot, and he fell over himself trying to get away from you, while Holly spent the rest of the evening doing two things - condemning you for scaring the poor kid, and laughing the teen’s look of horror as you had flashed him your badge.

'What did he think he was getting arrested for?' she questions between bouts of laughter. You just shrug, take a sip from your cup of coffee and eye the sandwich she always orders with utter distaste.

'How do you eat that cardboard?' you ask back, wondering how anyone could actually come to this sweet coffee shop and order an ordinary sandwich.

Holly goes on to explain in that verbose way of hers, how she loves the bread here, home-baked, the grain and the special wheat of the bread and so on. As you listen to her ramble about a sandwich, you realize that you’re in love with this woman. You’re so in love with this woman. The revelation strikes you out of the blue, and for the first time in a long time, it makes sense. It all makes sense. You’re just in love with her. You come back to her going on about her special sandwich and smile as you take another sip from your coffee.

-*-*-*-*-

The coffee still tastes the same. Same hit of caffeine, same aroma, you truly marvel at how this shop’s changed over the years, yet the food tastes the same. It’s all the same. Except you’ve changed. Things have changed, circumstances have changed. Everything that defined who you were the last time you were here, it’s all different.

You were a beat cop the last time you were here, now you’re a respected and intuitive detective, where only the trickiest of cases were brought to your notice. You were happy then, blissfully happy, now - not so much. You had a ring on your hand the last time, now – a band of tender flesh where your ring used to be. You still have the memories though.

Why are the memories sweeter when you look back on them.

You notice the date, and sigh. It’s been 5 years, 5 years since the two of you signed those divorce papers.

It’s been 3 years since you last saw her.

It’s been 3 seconds since you last thought of her.