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“You don’t tell a story only to yourself. There’s always someone else. Even when there is no one.” - Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
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I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
This post was good but then it got better
Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.
In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.
But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.
OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES
This has improved since last I reblogged.
I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didn’t really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.
I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she “didn’t have any money. And this protects you from trolls!” I said “Thanks, that’s really sweet – but what about you? Don’t you need protection from trolls?”
At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”
I still have that tinsel tiara. It’s draped over my modem. I figure it’ll protect me from the most trolls that way.
I am not in the habit of reblogging a post and slapping an “it got better” on there BUT I SAY GOTDAMN
I GET TO SEE SUCH LEGENDARY POSTS IRLL
the happiness i feel may be just a bit of an overreaction
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Someday (This Will All Make Sense)
by raidelle
To protect his position as Noct's advisor, Ignis has to marry before he turns 21. The man he's going to marry? The Marshal of the Crownsguard himself Cor Leonis.
Why must a ship be canon? Is it not enough to just make me sigh and blush and daydream for hours on end about the thousand ways they are perfect for each other in every situation and universe ever created?
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“Because it’d be really difficult having this conversation while driving.”
“I once got pulled over for speeding behind a cop. I told him that I noticed I was behind a police officer and assumed we were traveling at a safe speed. He said, “it’s on me this time,” and I didn’t get a ticket.”
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” “To sell me a ticket to the policeman’s ball?” “We don’t have balls.” “I know.”
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I’m telling you right now if you think authors only read your comment on their fic once you are dead wrong
#haha yeah#and sometimes if we’re having a bad day or feel like our writing is crap we’ll re-read and entire story’s worth of comments#to try to get back into writing mode (tags @sitabethel)
okay but i literally did exactly that today. i reread every single comment ever posted to haunted (both ff and ao3) before i sat down to write.
I do this every time I’m about to write a new chapter of a fic. The good reviews make me happy and willing to type more.
A year. It’s been over a year. And my ass was Down yesterday and I read through the old comments and guess who’s fuckin writing some shit tonight.
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A councilman invoked an ancient code that endangers Ignis's place as Noct's advisor. The solution? He has to find someone to marry before he turns twenty-two.
Someday (This Will All Make Sense)
Ignis/Cor
Arranged/Fake Marriage AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22971349
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Chapters 2 and 3 are up for this fic!
Chapter 2 is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22971349/chapters/55375135
Chapter 3 is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22971349/chapters/56018005 Enjoy! <3
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A councilman invoked an ancient code that endangers Ignis's place as Noct's advisor. The solution? He has to find someone to marry before he turns twenty-two.
Someday (This Will All Make Sense)
Ignis/Cor
Arranged/Fake Marriage AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22971349
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Short Kiss Fic request please, for IgNyx. 😘 Happy birthday!
ooh, a fave! thank you!
It was supposed to be quick, a light touch of lips on his way out the door. Ignis had had every intention of returning to work; attacking the stack of papers waiting on his desk.
And yet here he was, down a side hallway of the Citadel, pressed against the wall with Nyx’s hands in his hair, roaming under his jacket, and kissing him like if he did it hard enough he could make the five hours until their respective shifts ended melt away.
Nyx’s body flexed under Ignis’ own hands, and he let out a breath when they finally pulled apart. Nyx tucked a couple of of Ignis’ errant strands back into place.
“Sorry.” That sideways grin always got Ignis into trouble, and today it apparently meant more trouble, as he fisted both hands into Nyx’s glaive jacket and dove in again.
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