anonymous asked:

Hey! So I know that you're the most famous person of the kabby fandom (and I love you btw) so there's something I need to tell you. I've seen a lot of people from the kabby fandom (which I am a part of it) getting mad whenever someone on twitter doesn't like Kane or Abby, saying that it's because they are ageist which I think is really annoying (like they start going off on them almost every time ) 1/2

Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and if they don’t like a character it’s not necessarily bc they’re ageist. I think that this is the reason a lot of people don’t like us so (if you agree with me ofc) could you maybe pass the word? I love you btw you’re an amazing person and your ff are the best 😘 2/2             

Okay.  So.  

There’s a lot to unpack here.

I have a lot of thoughts, some of which may not be the thoughts you were hoping that I would have.  I do want to thank you for your very sweet words, but I also want to address a few things about this ask I find extremely frustrating, not with the intent of making you feel bad but because I think there are some big conversations here worth having in a broader context.

First and foremost, and this is something most of you have heard me reiterate many times, I am a strong advocate of people addressing their problems with each other directly.  If you saw someone on Twitter accuse someone of being ageist and you disagree, that’s fair to say!  Social media is a free and open exchange of ideas.  Also, if you’re a member of the Kabby fandom, and you witness another member of the Kabby fandom engaging in bad internet behavior, call them out!  It’s always better for communities to go collect their own people when they cross the line rather than expecting others to do it. If your fellow fan tweets something mean, call it out.  We all need to do our part to shut that stuff down and make the fandom a better place. But the right forum for that is to bring it up with the person who actually said or did the thing you’re upset about, and not to bring it to a completely unrelated party.

Which brings me to my second point: I’m extremely uncomfortable being addressed as though I speak for the entirety of the Kabby fandom.  I don’t.  No one person does.  Fandoms are communities made of individual people who have shared interests, but there’s no hierarchy. I don’t want to be the Bad Fandom Behavior Police. This is especially frustrating when I get asks where one member of the fandom comes to Kabby Mom about something another member of the fandom did … especially when it’s something I wasn’t part of and didn’t witness.  

And that, my dear Anon, is the big problem that I’m having with this request.  I don’t have any idea what incident you’re referring to, what was said, by whom, to whom, or what the context was.  You’re asking me to agree with you that somebody was out of line, and that, quote, “that’s why people don’t like us.”  But I can’t grant that premise without knowing what you’re talking about.  

(Also, by the way, I would urge you to let go of spending too much time caring about whether other fandoms like us.  I can assure you, most of them honestly probably aren’t thinking about us that much.)  

If I understand the situation correctly, and if we’re referring to a real incident and not a hypothetical, you’re saying that Person A tweeted something negative about Kabby and Person B said “that’s ageist.”  You, Anon, believe that Person A was not being ageist, that Person B overreacted, and that B is the one whose behavior is the problem.  And that’s certainly one possibility.  But the other possibility is that maybe Person A was being ageist but neither Person A nor you have recognized it.

And I cannot make that determination for you, because you haven’t told me anything concrete, and I wasn’t there.

I am also a thirty-six-year-old woman in a fandom full of teenagers and if you are not thirty-six then it is entirely possible that you and I are seeing the concept of ageism from two very different and incompatible points of view in the first place.

That being said, if you want my opinion, here is my opinion.

First, there really is no excuse for being a jerk on the internet, no matter what you disagree about.  There will always be people who love things you hate and hate things you love and ship things you find incomprehensible and reject headcanons you treat as gospel, because we all fandom in our own ways.  So if you’re asking me, should Kabby shippers get a pass on being jerks to non-Kabby shippers just because I, personally, ship Kabby, my answer to that is, “of course not, that is insane.”  Disagreement and discussion are always okay; Twitter is a public forum, and if someone voices an opinion, you get to have your own opinion about it.  But being a jerk is never okay.  

In general, I am a strong proponent of staying in your lane. I’m a pretty ruthless curator of my Twitter and Tumblr feeds, so I don’t follow anyone who talks shit about Kane or Abby (I have a one-strike block policy with this), and I recommend this approach to everyone.  Make your social media feed your happy place.

Now, there are lots of people in the fandom who don’t like, or simply don’t care for, Kane and/or Abby.  There are probably plenty of reasons for this, and not, not every single one of these reasons is inherently ageist. HOWEVER! The fact that you did not see the comment in question as being ageist does not actually mean it was not ageist or that the person who called them out was wrong for doing so.  

Ageism is hardwired into the very fabric of our society – like misogny and heterosexism and racism – and just like with those other -isms, most of the time when we serenely think that we are guiltless of it, we are lying to ourselves. And that goes for internalized prejudices, too.  This stuff is ingrained in us from birth. In general, the same way I am inherently suspicious of white people saying “I AM ZERO PERCENT RACIST” and men saying “I AM THE MOST FEMINIST MAN TO EVER MAN”, I tend to take with a grain of salt the words of people much younger than me talking about ageism in this fandom because I actually see it a lot.

And fam, we need to talk about the difference between fandom discourse about Abby and fandom discourse about Kane.

Now, your mileage may vary, but I will say that in my personal experience, when I stumble upon someone who does like Abby but doesn’t like Kane, I agree that it frequently has its roots in reasons which are not inherently, automatically ageist.  It tends to be rooted rather clearly in plot. More often than not, they’re still tripping up over something he did in a previous season that they can’t get past. (We should probably save the conversation about our fandom’s selective forgiveness problem for another time.)  They can’t get past the Culling, or arresting/shocklashing/attempting to float Abby, or being too hard on Bellamy, or losing the election to Pike by choosing to ally with the Grounders, or floating Aurora or Jake, or just in general being a mega-dick in the pilot.  And that’s fine!  I mean I feel like you’re missing out by giving his four-season character development arc short shrift and ignoring the way all the terrible things he’s done in the past shaped him into a better person once he confronted them, but whatever!  The point is that, you’re right, that reasoning is not, in and of itself, inherently ageist.  That’s not to say that there aren’t any fans who straight-up just don’t like him because they think old guys are boring, for the most part, when I see people dislike Kane, it’s a reaction to something that he did.

But we actually do need to talk about ageism and Abby in this fandom.  Because it is a big fucking problem. 

The problem with ageism and Abby is that more often than not, from what I’ve seen, when people dislike Abby, it’s a reaction to who and what she is.  It is absolutely impossible to separate it from internalized misogyny and the way older women are systematically devalued by our culture in ways that sometimes we can’t even see as ageist, because they’re just hardwired into us. 

Sure, every once in awhile you get an easy one, and someone whines on Twitter about “gross old person sex,” and then you can point to it very clearly, and nobody will dispute that we’re talking about ageism here.  But it’s often so much murkier than that.  Ageism can look like a lot of different things, many of which you’ll believe are completely unrelated.

Ageism can look like fans who show up in the comments of the writers’ room Twitter and Instagram when they post pictures of the adults to say “nobody cares about them, post [whoever I personally stan the most] instead.”

Ageism can look like gifset after gifset featuring “leading ladies of The 100″ where they include Fox and Maya and Charlotte, but not Abby (who has second billing in the cast after Clarke).

Ageism can look like a blanket refusal, under in any situation where Clarke and Abby are at odds, to grant that Abby might have a point, even when the narrative is clearly telling us that Clarke is the character at fault. The tendency within this fandom for young girls who closely identify with Clarke to graft their own mom frustrations onto Abby is virtually never-ending, and it can be hard to sift through the the complex intersection of ageism and misogyny that makes it impossible for them not to see mothers as human beings who are interesting, who are wise, who are right, who know things their children do not, who are sexual, who are allowed to make mistakes, who deserve screen time and plot agency, who are just as vital to the story as the teenagers.

Ageism can look like giving Clarke sole credit for establishing peace with the Grounders through Lexa, when in fact it was Kane who made the first contact with her and got her to offer the treaty in the first place, and it was Abby turning Lincoln from a Reaper back into himself again that cemented the alliance.

Ageism can look like shutting down Kabby shippers gleefully enjoying headcanons about bunker baby theory because Abby is “too old to have a baby” – a misconception that has permeated so deeply into our culture that we have all internalized the belief that no woman is supposed to have a baby over the age of 35 as though it is inarguable scientific fact, even though it may interest you to know that is a myth.  (“What? How did I not know that that was a myth?” BECAUSE OUR ENTIRE SOCIETY IS AGEIST TOWARDS WOMEN AND THE STUDY THAT GAVE US 35 AS THE MAGIC STOP NUMBER IS FROM LIKE THE 1700’S, THAT’S HOW FEW FUCKS THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY GIVES ABOUT UP-TO-DATE RESEARCH ON THE HEALTH OF OLDER WOMEN)

Ageism can look like a fan who ships all the non-canon ships … except Doctor Mechanic, because it’s “gross” and “Abby is basically her mom.”  The inherent desexualization of age-difference relationships is often rooted in ageism.  You don’t have to ship it!  But if you insist that no one should ship it, then there may be some ageism in the roots of your ship-shaming.

My point here, dear Anon, is that if you are looking for someone to tell you, “you’re right, Kabby shippers overreact about ageism in this fandom,” you are barking up the wrong tree, because from where I stand, as a woman far closer to Abby’s age than Clarke’s, I’m going to venture that we don’t talk about ageism enough.  And like many -isms in our society, if it doesn’t appear to you to be that big a problem, that may be because it doesn’t apply to you.  (Yet.)

Now, to be clear – before someone sends me an angry rebuttal to this – not in a million years am I saying that it makes you inherently ageist if you don’t ship Kabby.  Just like it doesn’t make you inherently homophobic if you don’t like Lexa or inherently racist if you don’t like Bellamy or inherently misogynist if you don’t like Clarke.  But all squares are rectangles, even if not all rectangles are squares.  By which I mean that, contained within the group of people who don’t ship Kabby, there is a lot of ageism, just as, contained within the group of people who hate Bellamy, there’s a lot of problematic racial shit, and it means we need to have a clearer understanding of where those lines are so that we recognize the ugly stuff when it shows up on our timeline and call it out when we see it.

Game balance my ass. If they were worried about game balance, they’d listen to everyone’s complaints about silver coins and maxed out commons. They’re annoyed that nobody’s paying cash for gold coins, so they’re taking away the gold coins.

Look, I’ve gotten hours of entertainment out of this free game. I’d be happy to pay a reasonable fee for playing, or for some in-game items or bonuses. But am I going to pay $50 for enough gold coins to get an SR2? No way.

Losing You - Cullen x Trevelyan

For the wonderful Anon that sent me this amazing prompt!! I got a bit carried away…

“Cullen/Trev, maybe Cullen recovering after being injured at adamant and Trevelyan fussing over him lovingly, but not doing what to do with the feelings about almost losing him twice”


Ellandra’s gasping, panting, trying to regain some sense of control as her hands clutch at her hair, trying to ground herself. The panic is desperate, clawing in agony at her chest, bars squeezing, tightening around her chest so hard she feels like her ribs are going to crack.

This isn’t happening. She thinks. There’s no way this is happening.

She watches as Cole panics, his wide blue eyes catching her own, and before she can stop him he’s pouring out the source of her panic.

“Dead. Dead he thinks I’m dead. Swallowed whole by his worst nightmare. I will never see his smile again, bright, blinding, bursting like sunlight against my cheeks. All I wanted was to be happy.” His words are frantic, her panic mixed with his own becomes too much for the boy, and he lets out a cry, rushing into her arms when she hears her thoughts call for him.

Ellandra crushes her arms around him. “It’ll be alright Cole, we’ll get out… we’ll see them again.” She’s reassuring herself as much as she is him, trying to steel herself, to gather some modicum of courage in order to get them out of here.

She thinks of his smile, of his auburn eyes burning at sunset, the way his hands cradle her cheeks, softly, oh so softly. She feels her body stand, pulling Cole with her as she turns towards her companions, eyes hardening into the Inquisitor they know so well, iron hearted, with a will as strong as dragon hide.

She will see him again.


Bright blue eyes gaze up at the demon, heart dropping into her stomach with a wet thunk. Icy hands filled with fear grip her throat, tightening until she’s straining to breath, her eyes blurring with tears as she closes her eyes, trying to find a way to tell him sorry, to tell him that she loved him above all things. That never in all her years would she ever had expected to find him after a journey as horrific as hers.

She thinks that she’ll be able to fight, to go to her death if she can just imagine his smile, the warmth of his hands around hers. She feels his strong hands caress her shoulders, feels his lips’ pressing into her hair, hears his voice whisper in her ear.

“You can do this.” He whispers to her, her lip quivers, she’s trying desperately to hold back a sob as he speaks. “You do this, and you come back to me. “ She nods, gritting her teeth as her hands wrap around her staff, feeling splinters prick into her palms.

Good. Pain is good. It means she’s alive.

As long as she’s alive she can see him again.

Ellandra stands in his embrace for a few more seconds, before the nightmare comes crawling towards them, a feral grin twisted onto its face. She takes a deep breath, thinking of his ridiculous laugh and the way he moves his hands when he’s nervous.

And then she charges forwards.


She steps out of the fade again, closing the rift behind her with an icy glance across the courtyard. She looks for him instantly, dark tendrils of fear clutching at her ankles, threatening to pull her back under. She’d sacrificed Stroud, left him behind without a moment’s thought, Hawke looks defeated, world weary, as if she truly wished Ellandra had sent her to the Makers side instead of Stroud.

Hawke still manages a small smile, telling Ellandra that she’ll push on to Weisshaupt, to tell the Wardens what really happened. Ellandra is sad to see her go, but the terror that washed to the forefront was him, always him.

Her head snaps up, drawn to the sound of her name being screamed, seeing Sera come sprinting around the corner, cheeks and hands caked with blood, her eyes lock with Ellandra’s and instantly she knows something’s wrong ,something is horribly, terribly wrong.

Ellandra drops her staff, not caring about any of her wounds, of the blood soaking her thigh, of her broken ribs or the cut over her eye. Not when Sera had come tearing through like that, the look in her normally mischievous eyes meant that something absolutely horrific had taken place whilst she was away.

Her thoughts instantly fly to Cullen.

That scares her.


The healers instantly try to stop her as she rushes through the rows of tents, towards her own, much larger and grander than the others, and she knows its one of her companions, she feels like someone’ sunk their hands into her gut, twisting them gleefully as she cries out.

One healer makes the mistake of trying to grab her, shouting something about looking at her wounds. The next second the healer is on the ground, twitching as the aftershocks of her lightning leaves their body.

Ellandra charges through, snarling at anyone else that tries to get too close as Sera pushes towards the tent, Cole, Cassandra and Dorian rushing to catch up to them, worry coating their features as they watch the trembling of Ellandra’s hands increase with each step.

Ellandra stops as Sera slows, turning to stand next to Bull, who has his arms crossed over his chest, looking more like he’s hugging himself than trying to look intimidating. A quick scan of those present tells her exactly who’s inside.

A low moan trembles from her, violently shaking hands slamming over her lips to muffle her sobs. Cole makes to step forward, but before he can even lay a hand on her shoulder, she’s rushing forward, throwing aside the tent flap.

She stops dead when she enters, tears snaking through the grime and gore that coat her face, tiny rivers against her pale features. She stumbles forward, trying to hold herself upright and failing, collapsing to her knees at his bedside.

He’s feverish, sweat coating his forehead, his hair now hanging in unruly curls that stick to his temples and forehead. She brushes them back instantly, trying to quell her soft sobs as she looks him over, trying to convince herself he’ll be okay.

Cullen’s skin is pallid, his cheeks stretched taught against bone, now more grey than anything. There’s thick dark circles under his eyes, which move restlessly beneath his eyelids. She takes one of his hands instantly, looking at the bandages tied tightly across the broad expanse of his stomach.

They’re spotted with crimson, lifeblood staining the pure white cotton. She feels a presence behind her, and before she can stop herself she’s already turning her head to meet Leliana’s gaze.

“What. Happened.” She spits, not caring to apologise when Leliana’s eyes widen a fraction from shock. Leliana sighs, raking a hand through her matted red hair, before she takes a seat in one of the chairs pushed against the far wall.

“It was just after you’d vanished into the rift, he was distraught, screaming for you, trying to advance up to where you were…” she pauses, and Ellandra snaps her gaze back to Leliana, narrowing her eyes dangerously. “He pushed too hard, and didn’t see the Warden before it was too late. The blade went deep.”

Ellandra ignores the slight quiver of Leliana’s lip, turning back to Cullen as she takes his hand again, holding it tightly as she reaches up to lovingly brush away the curls that have once again spilled onto his forehead.

“Stubborn fool.” She whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead. Cullen murmurs something in his stupor, groaning and mumbling. She lays a hand gently against his cheek, slowly moving her thumb in reassuring circles against his skin. He calms instantly, sinking back into the pillows with a sigh.

She hears Leliana leave sometime later, sneaking out through the back wall carefully to give them some peace. As soon as she’s gone, Ellandra wilts, her shoulders shaking as she bends over him, sobbing as she presses her forehead to his.

“Please come back.” She sobs, clutching his limp hand to her chest as she runs her fingers through his hair. “You can’t leave me, I-I need you.” Her tears drip softly onto his cheeks, she’s trying desperately to keep her composure but the days events had finally caught up with her.

She begins sobbing harder as the emotions rise up, everything in the fade she’d pushed down and buried, every fear and thought she’d had rushing to the forefront without any mercy. The hollow feeling she’d got inside when she’d awoken in the fade, the realisation that she’d never see him again, never get to tell him how she felt.

Ellandra felt as if all had been vanished then, he was forever lost to her, unreachable through the fade. Her heart had weakened, had ached like she’d never before at the thought of never seeing him again.

Throughout her whole journey through there the nightmare had flaunted it before her, teased her with the knowledge that she would never again lay eyes on him, nor feel his warmth, his heartbeat beneath her fingers.

She’d been distraught at its words, almost unable to function at times, she’d been hit square in the chest with the realisation of how deep her feelings for Cullen truly went. It felt as if a weight the size of an Archdemon had lifted off her chest when she stepped out of the fade.

It had come crashing down on her with double the force when she’d seen the fear in Sera’s eyes.

Now here she was again, with the same hollowed out feeling in her chest, she felt shredded, as if someone had cut out her heart with a knife, and had it tied to Cullen’s fate.

She couldn’t imagine going on without him now, couldn’t imagine walking through Skyhold without stopping in his office, to pull him away or ask if he had any news. She took any and all opportunities to talk to him now, smiling like a lovesick child when he kissed her breathless on the battlements.

She couldn’t imagine not bringing him breakfast in the mornings because she knows he hasn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, and she knows he wont eat unless she sits there like a mother and watches him eat every last bite. Sometimes she thinks he only finishes his food because she kisses him gleefully every time he does.

She couldn’t imagine not laughing with him in the Tavern, both too far into their cups and failing to keep their hands off one another, she knows they’re trying and failing to keep their relationship a secret, but she doesn’t care, she can’t ever imagine not feeling his hands wrapped around hers, the expanse of his chest under her head when she sits with him at his desk, nor living life without the feeling of his lips melding against her, tasting so much like sunshine she feels she’ll burst every time, but she’s drunk on that sunshine, can never ever get enough of him.

Ellandra knows she will no longer be herself without him, he has taught her to trust again, to open the deepest darkest parts of herself, of her memories, to bare them all without flinching, and to have them so wholly accepted.

She knows what it is to love unconditionally and be loved in return, to have a whole entire person that is hers, that she belongs to in return. She’d never been able to imagine a future with someone until he’d come stumbling awkwardly with that enchanting stutter into her life.

Sometimes she’d stare at him from across the war table and imagine what it would be like, to grow old with him, surrounded by children, to finally have a family, a home.

Her cheeks are saturated now, her sobs are muffled as she presses his hand to her cheek, begging him to wake up with every breath she takes, every breath she lets go is a prayer to the Maker, chanting over and over again, she’d do anything, go anywhere, be anything just to have him open his eyes and smile that crooked smile at her.

Its long into the night before the hands of exhaustion drag her down into the black sea, back into the fade. She’s dragged kicking and screaming, and the memories of the nightmare demon haunt her still, the feeling of spiders crawling over her, the voice of pure fear whispering in her ear.

She wakes with a barely contained scream.


The journey back to Skyhold is long, but it is one they endured well. As soon as they arrive Ellandra jumps down from her stallion, rushing around to the wagon he’s lying in. She instantly chides him as he makes to stand up, and he concedes, sinking back into the blankets he’s laying on with a groan.

She grins triumphantly at him, to which he rolls his eyes good-naturedly, allowing her to help him down, throwing an arm around her shoulder as she leads him through the main hall.

“Where are we going?” he asks when they walk past the door to the rotunda. She looks up at him incredulously, giggling as he raises an eyebrow at her. She’s never been much of a giggler before, but she’d never been so deliriously happy in her life as she’d been in the weeks after he’d awoken.

“To my chambers, there’s no way I’m letting you climb that blasted ladder in the state you’re in.” she states, grinning as he groans. She chuckles before leading him up the stairs, cautiously helping him onto the bed where she gently pulls his boots off.

She’s moving to pull the other off when she’s stopped by his hand gently caressing her cheek. She lets him guide her face up, kneeling so they’re face to face. “You worried me.” He murmurs, eyes scanning he features, the cut above her eyebrow and the bandages that hold her broken ribs together.

She raises an eyebrow incredulously at him, sputtering as she tries to think of the words. “I worried you! Makers breath Cullen! I’ve never been so scared in my life when Sera came to get me, first I lose you when I’m in the fade and then you’re stabbed? It felt like someone had punched a ho-“

She’s cut off from her breathless ramp when he smashes his lips to hers, pulling her closer as she gasps, hands winding up into his hair as she moves her mouth against his, pouring out all her fear at his injuries, her happiness at him recovering slowly, her falling completely and utterly head over heels for him.

He pulls away a little breathless, watching as her eyes slowly open, mouth parted as she pants. He grins down at her cheekily, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as she narrows her eyes dangerously. “You’re an ass Cullen Rutherford.” She mumbles, bending down again to yank the other boot off his foot.

He merely chuckles in response, letting her push him under the covers, pulling her down with him as she shrieks in surprise, before wrapping her up in his arms. They lay face to face, arms wrapped hesitantly around one another, trying not to jostle injuries as they tangle their legs, content to simply breathe one another in.

Its hours later, when she thinks he’s fallen asleep, that she runs her fingers through his hair, mapping the plains of his face with delicate fingers. His mouth parts as she brushes her thumb over his lips, a soft murmur coming from him as he draws her closer.

She smiles at him wanting to have her close even in his sleep, before pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, breathing him in deeply, before she whispers against his skin, letting her words carry off into the darkness of the night. “Please don’t do that to me again, I don’t want to lose you.” She whispers, pressing her fingertips to his cheek when she draws back, nestling her head under his chin as she dozes off.

She misses the wide grin pulling across Cullen’s features as he looks down at her form, pressing a soft kiss into her hair before muttering.

“You won’t.”

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