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Isabel

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wow i wonder if that 300 year gap could be explained by any outside factors…….whoa! for some reason it lines up with the timeline of britain’s invasion and subsequent colonization of ireland! wild, huh? i wonder if the two are connected in some way? i guess the world will never know….

“why do the Irish hate the English so much? It couldn’t have been *that* bad!!”

This was in place till 1973.

Seeing non irish people reblogging this makes me happy

The stereotype of “the Irish are drunks” is English propaganda used to justify paternalism and controlling the Irish. It’s bullshit.

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don't keep feeding the cat if you don't want it to get attached — backstory: Rin knew Isagi used to have a crush on him back in high school. He returns the feelings now—when they're already in university. Rin thinks Isagi has moved on so Rin starts dating people that look like Isagi in an effort to replace him.

Lu Guang is all calm and composed until it’s Cheng Xiaoshi that’s involved and suddenly he’s breaking the hospital window and jumping down the second (?) floor and stealing a speedboat from somewhere and launching himself into the air and tackling his boyfriend to save him from the clutches of an evil woman. And all this WHILE still recovering from a stab injury and still in his CAT PAJAMAS. And you all still think he’s the mature one? Be fucking for real.

knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then

what if i wasn’t allowed to love you. what if i loved you anyway. what if you knew and i knew but we wouldn’t dare to take that step. what if we made meaningful eye contact as i knelt at your feet and devoted my whole being to you. what if i whispered your name for only you to hear

“my lord” is actually something that can be so personal

what if i said “my lord” but i actually meant “my love”

so, as i'm sure a lot of you remember, a few years ago during the surge of blm protests i did a little fundraiser where if someone showed me a new receipt of a donation to one of a list of charities, i wrote them 500 words of their fic of choice. unlike now, it was pretty rare back then for a prompt answer to go over 500 words

i put "thanks for donating" in the posts which i am regretting very much now because apparently there's a group of people who've seen it out of context and think i write updates in exchange for money. which i hate a lot and makes me very uncomfortable

i have never written fic in exchange for money. even when i briefly did commissions to raise money for a physical printing of gods and monsters, i specified that it had to be either an original idea or based on public domain works. i don't even do zines because i don't want money exchanging hands for my fanfiction

this is not a statement on other people doing this. not my circus, not my money. i've even commissioned an author i love, because their writing is wonderful and they were in a tight spot. and i think zines are an important part of fandom history and i'm glad they're still around. my personal boundaries are not judgements on other people

anywho. i want to 1, make that very clear, and 2, ask the least weird way to edit those posts so this stops happening. my initial thought was to change it to "thanks for donating to blm" but that's not accurate, because "blm" isn't a charity, it was a group of charities affiliated with the black lives matter movement (i think the one i donated to was for bail bonds, for example) but it also feels weird for me to just say "thanks for donating to charity" because it feels like i'm purposefully distancing it from the blm movement, which is not the intention. it's just that this was years ago and it would be difficult to impossible for me to track down who donated to exactly what charity, especially become some people chose to stay anonymous

idk. i'm very probably over thinking this

edit: thank you everyone for the ideas!!! i'm editing now <3

Anonymous asked:

Happy pride!

Ygraine please?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5

Ygraine had wanted children. She'd imagined a great big family, raising the prince and princesses of Camelot to be warriors and scholars, entertained the thought that she might even give birth to a sorcerer, someone for Nimueh and Gaius to argue over and train. She imagined a Camelot where the highest offices in the land where held by brothers and sisters, united in the love she would instill in them that the petty fights over power would not tear at the next king like it did Uther.

An optimistic view, perhaps, but she'd grown up so close with her brothers that it had seemed not only possible, but probable. She had chosen Uther and her brothers had groaned and complained and picked up their swords and fought for Uther, fought at her side and at his and had never looked back. Because a choice made by one was a choice made by all, so united and determined they were to be more than the parents that had raised them.

She had not considered how that love could sour, how that devotion could bring ruin rather than salvation.

“Tristan is dead,” she repeats, as if that will make it more real and less horrible. Her own death is sad, and Arthur growing up motherless is its own special kind of grief, but her eldest, beloved brother dead not a week behind her is a hell that she’d hoped to never have to endure.

She blames Uther for much, but she can’t blame him for this. If Tristan had really believed her death his fault, when he’d never liked Uther much himself, he would not have stopped until he had Uther’s head. She believes that Uther tried to calm him, to stay his hand, if for no other reason than their shared love of her. But as terrible as Tristan’s death is, as her death will be, leaving Arthur an orphan would be a far greater crime. He should have known that.

“I’m sorry, your majesty,” Gaius says softly.

She pushes down the pain. She will see Tristan again, of course. She will return to her own time, to have the next king of Camelot, to give birth to a boy with her eyes and hair and her skill with a blade, and she will see her brother alive again.

Changes cannot be made. Must not be made. Have not. What has happened shall happen and any attempt to change that will only mire the last few, short years of her life in misery. She will embrace her brother and kiss Nimueh’s cheek and must say nothing of their devastation that awaits them.

“I must speak to Agravaine,” she says.

Agravaine’s devotion had been quieter, his actions sly and his humor dry, but his love no less powerful.

Gaius hesitates. “Your majesty, that may not be the best idea. Losing you once was difficult for him. To lose you twice-”

“I must speak with him,” she says, sharpening her voice to a tone that Gaius has always known better than to question.

Uther is in danger. Perhaps even Arthur is too.

Tristan believed that Uther was responsible for her death and that his life must be forfeit because of it.

A choice made by one of them is a choice made by all.

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Anonymous asked:

I feel like in SIAT draco is constantly overshadowing Harry, in terms of the narrative it seems like you write more about him so can we please have something for Harry where he saves the day or is smart or his necromancy exploits? Please?

I'm actually killing Harry off because he's so stupid and boring and I hate writing him

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