Rhaenys Targaryen + the Strong boys

THE FORT SCENE IS CRUCIAL BECAUSE THEY'RE CHILDREN!!!!! THEY ARE CHILDREN!!!!

THEY'RE CHILDREN WHO CAN ONLY PARTICIPATE IN THIS WORLD AS CHILDREN THROUGH GROTESQUE MECHANICAL BODIES AND THAT IS NOT THEIR FAULT

IF YOU HAVE DOUBTS LIKE I DID DON'T WORRY

IT WILL SINK IN LATER

The UN reports that at least 19,000 Palestinian children have been orphaned.

Just got paperwork from my youngest new high school and I'm about to tear into a teacher already 3 days in

I'm not playing these games.

I don't think we ever talked enough about just how weird the them are

The fact that Eda and the other CATs wanted to keep Luz and King AWAY from the Day of Unity stuff because they’re children and were just gonna go help Amity instead and Gus, Willow and Hunter were JUST supposed to help them and all of them were supposed to STAY AWAY from this world-ending mess but now King is stuck with the Collector, Luz is separated from him and Eda with no forseeable way back, and the others with her are stranded in a world that is unfamiliar to them, not knowing if their families will be okay or if they’ll ever return home

I just had an idea now I need to infect someone else with it. Tiny Impa, Link and Zelda all playing in the castle gardens together before Zelda’s mom passes away during the BotW/AoC timeline. Do I just want to see art of this or a fic? I have no clue but the cute idea needed to be shared! I just know I want it shared.

Haha, thank you for this cute idea!

I imagine Zelda having just put Terrako together and now she's showing Impa her new robot friend. Terrako is still a little bit on wobbly legs, because being a newbie robot is hard and he's doing robot stuff like flexing his cool blue swords and such. Impa, always the responsible Sheikah, freaks out, and tackles Terrako to the ground because the thing nearly hurt the princess (Terrako would never).

Link, however, is just straying through the gardens, as usual, his dad having him brought with him, when he discovers the two girls. He's immediately on Zelda's side, because, omigosh, a cool robot with cool swords!!!

Link and Zelda play a game where Link throws apples in the air and Zelda tries to bring Terrako to cut them with its laser. Link happily munches the cut fruits while Zelda is busy adjusting Terrako's settings to make them more precise. Impa stands in the corner, arms crossed, nose skyward, shouting every time a sliced apple hits Link on the head or Zelda drops a screw on her foot, "I told you so!!!"

Too soon, Link's dad comes around and snatches him away, reprimanding him for playing with the princess and getting her all dirty (she managed that herself, of course). Zelda's mom fetches her, too, and she gets a lecture that lasers aren't safe to play with and she makes some adjustments to Terrako that make the robot safe for kids. She proposes to Zelda and Impa that they could try to teach Terrako music instead, the next time. Zelda is thrilled with this new idea and is determined not to rest until Terrako can play her lullaby.

Unfortunately, I don't have time to turn this into a real story. I'm busy with a story for a zine, a novel, some follower requests, and planning the advent calendar... 📚

I know that some of my mutuals/followers have requests open/are looking for ideas on what to write, so... Maybe a spin on tiny Zelda, Impa, and Link is it? 😀

you know, as a kid, i would've never thought to refer to myself as a "minor," online or offline. that was a legal term, in my mind i was a kid (or a teen or a preteen).

Dont be weird to those literal baby children starring in the ATLA live action. please.

i don't think children should have a eurovision contest but whatever i guess

milkvans are talking about how hypocritical we are, because joyce and hopper's relationship in s3 was way more toxic than mike and el's ever was, and- what????

i don't have the energy to even unpack that right now

Nah cus yall weird for acting this way over a teenager's dating life and I'm glad somebody pointed it out

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"I'm dyslexic. I'm not stupid."

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

Using Lo-fi Study Nights at Seacaster Manor as a way to boost his popularity and help further the goals of his friends while also refusing to acknowledge that the actual purpose is to never have to be alone in that big empty house is PEAK Fabian behavior. Can anyone hear me?? Lou I am in your WALLS