There is no drug on earth that can replicate the absolute euphoria of hitting a writing flow state at 2:00 AM. You aren’t even typing anymore. You are a vessel. You are a channel for the gods. The characters are speaking directly into your brain and you’re just the stenographer trying to keep up. You feel like you could fight a bear. You feel like you invented the alphabet
Yes but then you open the document the following afternoon (because you pass the fuck out at 6:37) and the last paragraph is
"And where will you go Ser Duncan? For you have [fuck it just figure this part out alter]" he said, going back to the table. "We can over you fhta adffa flal;fjijalj;jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj
actually I think you should be normal about ordinary citizens of authoritarian countries and yes that applies even to that country you're thinking of right now
sometimes you start off making real nice gesture poses, trying to really capture what i assume would be a nice runners' high type of feeling post-sparring, and drawing swords, and then you think about sweat making fabric translucent and lose the plot completely
have you ever wanted a black beauty-esque horse (you already know which horse) pov story that's actually a baelor breakspear character study?
no?
well maybe don't look below the cut then.
(unfortunately it is in first person, bc i was trying to stay true to the black beauty of it all)
(brought to you by re-reading black beauty for the first time in years. shit hurted real bad, I can't believe that book is for children)
The prince was tense. It was easy to tell, by the way his legs wrapped around my sides like vice grips, and his too tight hold of my mouth. I rooted hard once, trying to get him to let out the reins, but he only gave me a jab with his spurs. I did not mind the spur, if used for good reason, but that was unwarranted. I kicked out one hind leg in displeasure. We continued on our path, Baelor not once letting go of my mouth. I rooted again, harder; the bit did not hurt me, but to have it constantly pulled on when I was already behaving was grating. He kicked me properly then, which he did not often do, and I responded in kind by putting my head down and throwing a few good bucks. The prince sat them easily, it had not been my intention to throw him, and I thought he might get into me again, but his brother stopped him
“Get out of her face Baelor, she's not done any wrong but you're holding her like she's dragging you down the lists,” Maekar said.
“Do I tell you how to ride?”
“Keep on about it your way then, but we won't be riding double on my horse when she tosses you.”
Baelor would have been wise to heed his brother's advice, but he was a young man, and I have found that young men are stubborn, and often don't heed even good advice until they have reached the same conclusion on their own.
This held true; he was still pulling on me, and I found that I could not tolerate one more second of the spurring and pulling at the same time. I put my head between my knees and started bucking in earnest, I had not tried to throw my master in years, not truly, and I think he was well surprised by it. I knew he was too good a rider for me to get off my back, and I briefly considered throwing myself to the ground, as I was wont to do sometimes, but thought better of it. Instead, I waited until I had pulled him forward out of the saddle, and then threw my head back quite viciously.
I felt, with great satisfaction, his nose break when my head connected with his face.
“Mother's cunt!” Baelor yelped. Finally his hold on the reins loosened and I ceased my antics for the most part; I could not help but continue to jig after all that excitement.
Maekar was laughing uproariously, “Oh I told you, I told you and you wouldn't listen,” he said gleefully.
I could feel blood dripping onto my withers unpleasantly, and shook my neck to dispel the droplets. Baelor tensed at the movement.
“Please, kick her again, I can't wait to see what she'll do next,” Maekar said. Baelor sighed, and I could feel him slump in defeat.
“You might feel some sympathy for me,” Baelor said.
“Why? You brought it on yourself, coming out here treating the wench like that just because you're fucked off at Daemon.”
“I'm not fucked off at Daemon, brother.”
“So you're pleased that he's gathering support against father?”
“By the Seven, you are difficult.”
“Are you speaking to me or that creature of yours?”
“I'm going back.” Baelor said, and turned me back towards the stables. I did not wish to return so soon, I had been hoping for a long ride through the Godswood, cooped up as I had been, but I had no reason to disobey now that Baelor was not yanking on me, so I went easily.
“We only just came out,” Maekar complained.
“Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I've just broken my nose.”
“It's a long way from your heart, besides, there's something I need to talk to you about. Privately.”
Baelor didn't move for a long moment, I pawed impatiently. “Come now, before she breaks anything else,” Maekar said.
And with that, Baelor turned me once more, and we continued our hack through the wood.
I have literally seen nothing and no one make a gif about this particular specific moment and how this is him at his most attractive to me (what officially sealed the deal of me loving this man). The most subtle of playfulness of popping his snack into his mouth (unbroken fucking eye contact) and his "good boy, that'll do" energy toward Dunk for correctly recalling and naming the Grey Lion, thereby proving to Baelor he is not only not a liar, but a good squire who listens to his master. 👀👀👀
Okay. I was on my beloved AO3 and I saw something that made me do a double take. So, now I really want to know…
What is your AO3 user ID?
I’m an OG user 5 digits or less
Six figures baby!
I’m in the millions…
Remaining time: 3 days 20 hours
I’m so curious to see how long people have been on AO3! I know some people have been on there since beta/invite only, but I would love to see what the number is on tumblr!
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