FUCK ICE

Previously known as Damn-Daemon

[shanehollanderss]

this website is a great resource for minnesotan mutual aid and testimony to what is happening here

Stand With Minnesota

A directory of places to give to as Minnesota defends itself from ICE occupation

[baelor-the-based]

Surely that was enough.

Jaime Lannister + Myra Stark

[baelor-the-based]

Hello there! I hope you're doing well! Just passing by to know if there is any chance we can get a tiny little sneak peak of the next chapter of The Last She-Dragon pls?

Hello! I'm doing fine. Hope you are too!

I suppose I could sneak in a preview. I know I've been slow lately.

Maekar could not recall the last time his family had eaten together in private. If his father and Baelor had not been absent due to council business, then Rhaegel was having difficulties and their mother was seeing to him, or Aerys had refused to leave his reading and none had the energy to force him - not that his presence had made much of a difference to begin with. In fact, he and Rhaenys were the most consistent attendees. Sometimes, the timing of it all would align so well that they were the only ones eating together. Rhaenys would insist Ser Willem sit with them on those occasions. Once, their father had walked in late and the knight had nearly broken his chair trying to stand. 

The man still blushed whenever Rhaenys told the story.

Seeing the table properly filled, to include Jena Dondarrion, felt like a strange dream he kept expecting to wake from. Had Rhaenys not already kicked him under the table, he might have even believed just that. 

Their father sat at the head of the table, of course, with Baelor and Jena on his right and left. Their mother was on the other end, with Aerys and Rhaegel. That left the youngest in the middle, where they usually were, left to join the conversations around them or, more often than not, entertain one another. But Rhaenys was engaged with whatever Jena was saying, and the two smiled at one another as if they’d been friends for years, banding together to inflict verbal injury upon Baelor. Maekar followed along quietly, wishing he might have something to add, but witty banter escaped and often frustrated him.

[theminecraftbee]

one of my favorite stupid things to do in fanfic is to throw two characters together who literally never interact. and then give them an entire, fleshed-out relationship dynamic that exists nowhere but my own head. yes they’ve literally never spoken. yes their relationship is important to me. hope this helps.

[baelor-the-based]

Me: I should be writing.

Also me:

[baelor-the-based]

I'm sorry to bother you with maybe a silly question, but while rereading avwh, I was thinking... What happens to Tommens cats after he dies?

Not a silly question! Definitely not something I thought of though lol.

I say, if they can get out of his room, they're going to just roam the castle doing whatever. Or if they can't get out, well, they starve. I can't imagine anyone going out to kill them on purpose.

[nejires-hado]

The Storms of Yesterday -> Chapter Update

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An older woman in the household colors had given Baelor a cool, measured look when he had inquired about Lord Ashtin as a husband.

"He loved her, plain as day," she'd said bluntly. "I knew Lord Ashtin as a boy; never wanted to marry, he did, said he'd be fine being lord on his own and passing Crow's Nest to Ser Grance and his children; only Grance chases tourneys and women's skirts, beggin' your pardons. So their lord father put it in his will that Lord Ashtin marry, or the lands go to the lesser branch of the family. After he died, m'lord went to Storm's End to share the grievous news with his lord paramount; it was there he espied Lady Lynora, made a widow after her first husband died on the Redgrass Field. They married soon after."

He remembered the name of her first husband, Lord Petyr Buckler of Bronzegate. He had been a middling, liver-spotted man with four near-grown children by his former wife before her death. The match had been another insult atop the one she had just endured, and Baelor was certain her lord father would have rebelled had his health not waned.

He had thanked the woman for her time and turned to leave before her voice stopped him. "One more thing, Your Grace, if it's no trouble askin'." When he indicated she could speak, she looked him over again with those cool eyes. "I know what the realm still spits at her. The Scorned Storm." His right hand flexed, unbidden, but he said nothing; only waiting. "Stormlanders have long memories. I haven't forgotten what brought our lady to Crow's Nest." She tilted her chin down and looked him in the eye. "If you can, Your Grace, please see that she remains our lady."

[baelor-the-based]

[baelor-the-based]

can we get sneak peek of upcoming chapter of the best baelor fic in the universe? 😆

🥺🥺🥺

His mother had hated the storms. They were infrequent things in Dorne, she’d told him, more dust than rain, but Dragonstone was more storm than day, and the bowels of its keep were intent on making them worse than they already were. Over a decade she lived in that place, and yet she had never adjusted to them. Political opponents were dismissed with unbothered ease and insults met with cutting, harsher retorts, but should nature voice its opinion, the great Queen Myriah would shrink in on herself, becoming quiet and distant, or hiding away altogether, if the situation allowed.

Sometimes, Baelor would sit with her, telling her stories of knights and their feats as a distraction. He never complained if she squeezed his hand too hard, but a mother always knew, and she would smile apologetically every time.

“It’s a silly fear to have,” she would say. “Draw a sword on me and I will not flinch, but this noise, I cannot stand it.”

Baelor would only shrug. “I think everyone should be afraid of something. Storms are bigger than us. It makes sense.”

“You’ve always been so wise, my sweet boy.”

[baelor-the-based]

Grasp my big swinging dick instead hoe

Let's talk about our definition of big, Anon.

[baelor-the-based]

dont think you grasp that when an adaptation is shit people still love the book, the concept, the idea and characters and seek solace in fan fiction where people make it right

I do grasp that, Anon. But I need you to grasp that when I hate something, I don't like writing for it.

[baelor-the-based]

Honestly, I should just delete The Taste of Bitter Steel. HOTD has become so bad I actively hate having written fanfiction for it.

[larimar]

Rest in peace Sam 🕊️ 1947-2026

[raraeavesmoriendi]

NOT THE CRABS WE EXPECTED BUT STILL SOME CRABS WE DESERVE!!!

[baelor-the-based]

Day Six of what is theoretically vacation but I'm exhausted anyway, but it's on Day Seven because I drove 22 hours home.

[baelor-the-based]

Day Five of what is theoretically vacation but I'm exhausted anyway, featuring a 7 hour, 11 mile hike in the mountains because I hate myself. Also there was a bear (not pictured) and a rockslide (actually pictured).

[baelor-the-based]

Day Four of what is theoretically vacation but I'm exhausted anyway.

[baelor-the-based]

Day Three of what is theoretically vacation but I'm exhausted anyway (featuring waffles at 10,450ft).