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no one can never make me like viserys and the team black in general

I was thinking once again about how Viserys was a terrible father with obvious favoritism even in the worst cases. Aemond had lost an eye and he didn't care about the life of his legitimate son.

We also need to contextualize and Aemond suffered more than in a modern context with advanced medicine. There was a lack of hygiene, the concept of sterilization didn't exist. In fact, the instruments were not disinfected for the operations adequately and so bacteria could proliferate. Rudimentary methods were used and herbs and substances were taken that hardly alleviated the pain.

There were no painkillers, anesthetics. You had to suffer.

Furthermore, there were no antibiotics and bacterial infections could easily spread and be lethal. Precisely in reference to this, sepsis is an inflammatory response of the organism that can also lead to death. Sepsis was lethal in the Middle Ages. There was no vaccine against tetanus (so the blade that had wounded Aemond could also cause a lethal wound for this reason).

After the previous premise, Aemond could lose not only an eye, but also his life if his body reacted badly and due to gangrene or sepsis. If the infection spread, death was almost certain. That day Viserys, instead of caring about his son, treated him like the worst of beasts without feeling a minimum of empathy for him. He did not treat him as a son, blood of his blood. He even questioned him, while Aemond was in shock, asking to answer to him as his king and exercising his power over his son as a sovereign even in such a difficult time for him. So not only did he not punish anyone and did not say anything, but he blamed Aemond almost as if it was something he should not care about in the slightest. The missing eye, the life of Aemond were the last thing on his mind.

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eating her out!! (gnawing on her guts and snarling)

chasing city lights

chapter 14 - 3 words

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

masterlist

cw: language and fluff

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waking up knowing your boyfriend and your best friends had been nominated for a grammy was a feeling like no other.

once rafe had texted you the news he came straight over to yours to celebrate together.

"i can't believe it" he screamed as soon as he walked through your door, picking you up in an excited hug.

"me neither baby, i'm so proud of you." you replied in his arms.

he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes and his face lit up with pure joy. you smiled, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the excitement radiating off him. "you deserve this so much rafe."

he kissed you softly, his lips lingering a little longer than usual, before pulling away with a wide grin. "i couldn't have done it without you, you know that, right?"

you chuckled. "i don’t think that’s true. you’ve been amazing from the start, and you’ve earned every bit of this. but i’m glad i get to share it with you."

he kissed you again, harder this time, full of emotion. "i love you y/n"

"what?"

"i love you so much. so," he kissed you, "so" another kiss, "so much."

you pulled away to look straight into his eyes, making sure your next words would go straight through to him.

"i love you even more rafe."

he smiled, his eyes softening as he held you close. "you don’t know how much that means to me," he whispered, his voice full of raw emotion.

you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. "i think i do," you murmured. "i think we both know how much this means."

rafe pulled back gently, wiping a stray tear from your cheek, and laughed softly. "i swear, this is the happiest moment of my life."

you grinned. "well, it’s only the beginning, right?"

he nodded, his eyes sparkling, "yeah, just the beginning princess. i'm gonna need a date to the grammys after all."

"well," you said, wrapping your arms back around his neck, "i'm not going anywhere.”

he kissed you one more time - this time with the promise of a future full of more moments like this.

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a/n: you guys in my last chapter making me giggle with your trust issues, have a feeling this is only going to fuel them further😝

reminder that reblogging is the best way to support writers <3

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yes they are

it’s not mental illness it’s my zodiac sign

Take my heart

Tear me apart

I wish I was a doll, I don't wanna think or eat or do anything really. I just want to sit peacefully forever pretty and a little girls dream. Too bad I'm a mentally screwed teenager

NO WAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LIFE'S WORTH LIVING AGAIN

Sophie Baek and Benedict Bridgerton at the Masquerade Ball

lovesick

pairing: tom glynn carney x influencer!reader

summary: after a couple of interactions in carpet interviews the chemistry between you too was painfully obvious as for the public eye as for yourselves and your teams saw it as an opportunity to get something out of it. but what if there was something more there than just a public fake recorded date?

reposted from my old account (inspired by the andrew garfield and amelia dimoldenberg ship)

warnings: not today satan. english is not my first language.

word count: 1.3k+

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ so let's pretend i didn't lost my old account when I accidentally left my phone in my uber

First Meeting 22th August, 2022

Just an hour ago while you were getting ready in your hotel room everything was absolutely perfect. You were feeling confident and enthusiastic, the adrenaline in your system making you see stars. Pacing and jumping around not being able to stop thinking about this opportunity but ever since you set foot on the carpet the situation just went downhill. Suddenly you were awkwardly aware of every single detail that felt wrong about it. The dress your sister picked for you wasn't your colour, your heels were too tight, the staff manager aligned you as the second interviewer and your palms were sweating like there was no tomorrow.

As a content creator that started making poorly produced thrifting and baking and fangirling videos on youtube to cope with your lonely life three years ago you never expected to get this far. To be invited to be an interviewer at the premiere of house of the dragon, the show adaptation of one of your favorite books of all time.

It probably had helped to the nerves the fact that you didn't know very well much of the actors in the cast but the few ones you did recognize were enough to have your heart pounding in your ears. Rhys Ifans, that man practically raised you through his movies since Notting Hill. Olivia Cooke… the gods knew she had been your sapphic awakening eight years ago in that one Ouija movie and you had been following every single one of her works ever since.

Thankfully you weren't too deep into your daydreaming state because you noticed when the members of the staff started to move faster abruptly. The photographers behind you started shouting and that was enough to make it so hard for you to hold your pink fluffy mic still and every single question in your brain disappeared. This couldn't be, you had studied every actor's background since you got the call to give each one of them worthy and respectful questions. Come on! You have to remember!

The only way to drag yourself back to reality was to squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and blink a couple of times knowing you couldn't slap yourself in front of all this people you wanted to take you seriously. By the time the first actors reached you the questions were forming in your brain again and even though you didn't sound as confident as you had wanted you were able to do the job with at least a couple of actors for the moment.

“Hey!” It was the turn of a blonde boy. You recognized him as Tom Glynn Carney, the one who would play the adult version of your beloved Aegon Targaryen.

“Oh hey!” you scratched your brain looking for the question you had prepared for him.

“Im Tom” he said in a funny tone as if he wasn't expecting you to know who he was after your awkward silence but he was at peace with it just trying to be funny and for some reason that made you giggle.

“I know!”

“Of course you do” he chuckled hearing how offended you sounded at his assumption “you know that's kinda cruel cause i do know you”

“No, you don't!” he didn't, right?

He looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face, one of those expressions guys used to let you know they had you figured out “I’ve wanted to try your pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls for a while, maybe one day you can invite me to your channel to bake some…”

“Oh my god…” you couldn't help but physically react to his statement in front of the camera, you really didn't expect him to know who you were “Whenever, really whenever. Well not whenever but when we can both do it”

He chuckled and stared up and down at you “You know it just keeps getting sadder and sadder that you don't know me”

“I do!” your cheeks were starting to dangerously turn reddish and you tried to compose yourself. He was charming but you weren't willing to let that ruin your interview and let people think you had no idea where you were and what were you doing “So, Tom. Of all the songs your band has recorded so far. Which one would you use to describe Aegon's moral journey this season? Or maybe… do you have an unreleased one in mind…”

“Shit. That's a good ass question” you flipped your hair and showed him a cocky smile that he responded within a second never breaking eye contact and just then was when you realized how handsome he really was. You find it strange how that didn't intimidated you as it usually would in any other scenario “I definitely have an unreleased one in mind but if i say more i would be spoiling both my band's and the show's future and i don't want to get double fired thank you”

“You’re right, I guess we'll have to wait and maybe you can tell us later” you pout mockingly “Told you i knew who you were!”

“I can see that now!” he scratched his neck and shoot you a shiny smile “I just didn't think you would know about my bad and this stuff. Do you fancy me or something?”

“Yeah sure, you wish” your pulse started to raise when you realized the tension building and how you were unconsciously flirting with a complete stranger and all was being caught on camera for the show's tiktok account.

“Yeah i do”

He seemed as surprised as you were with his answer as soon as it left his lips but before anything else could be said one of the members of the staff told him it was time to move to the next interviewer. You had to go through the rest of his walk on the red carpet feeling his blue eyes glancing your way every now and then until he spoke to everyone in the line and was guided behind some curtains and you had to get your mind back to your work too.What the hell were you going to do if you didn't even have a solid answer to the one question you get to ask? They were so not hiring you again.

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“Oh my god girl wake up you have to see this!” your sister woke you up jumping on your chest and hitting you with your own pillows and you didn't regret it one bit when you pushed her off of your bed and she fell on her ass.

“What the hell is wrong with you? It's 11am!”

She didn't answer, at least not with words but she stood from the floor and threw herself on your bed again tapping at the screen of her phone with her nails right in front of your eyes dramatically. At first you didn't understand until you took it from her hands and stared at it in shock, now witnessing what had caused such a reaction from her.

It was the clip of your interview with Tom Glynn Carney going viral on tiktok, the same interview you thought was going to get you banned from carpets for life. The original already had millions of views and a bunch of other accounts of celebrity gossip had reposted it, there were even a couple of online articles about it. A lot of fan accounts had somehow managed to make a bunch of edits with it and the whole thing was trending on twitter. You would lie if you said you didn't feel anything last night during your short conversation but it had been just that at the moment. Now… people were going feral about the chemistry between you two and that left you with a deep unsettling feeling.

But most important, you didn't know if that meant a good or a bad thing for your career.

"We have a new AI feature!" "With the power of AI..." "Our AI..."

I am going to abandon technology and start only inscribing things on clay tablets

the realest shit

GOOD FUCKING MORNING😫😫😫😫

Eddie Munson deserved better. And Steve. I mean give girlfriend a break ffs.

Fuck the doobie brothers or whatever

mood

imagine how hard the "mostly he just ignores you" line would go if they had delved a little deeper into aegon and helaena's relationship.

small moments when he reaches out to touch her cheek and she doesn't flinch, but he brings his hand back. unable to touch her.

him getting so drunk he can't see straight, to find his feet automatically making their way to her bed chambers. how he can only gain the courage to touch her, to kiss her, when he's wine drunk. he feels as if he's not pure enough, his mind, body and soul too tarnished to even deserve to touch his wife.

he whispers in between quiet sobs how sorry he is as he fucks so deeply into her. he catches glimpses of her moon-lit hair, the trickle of a tear going down her cheek. only he knows it's not her own, but his. her bitten lips, so soft against his. she makes not a sound as he visits her bed, laying there staring up at the ceiling. she looks past him, and how he wishes she could see him.

because he loves her, how he loves her. and he hates her. he hates himself.

ponders**♡

I feel things !!

lana how i hate those guys.. 𝝑୧

OH MY GAWDDDD

Credits: pinterest

I’m just a girl (rabbit)

women keep coming up to me giggling and blushing and running their finger along the edge of my mighty greatsword like STOP theres literally evil afoot