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Ahora como demonios les explico a mis padres que ya no volverás a comer en la casa.

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A Wedding in Sunspear: Corret I gifcap

My gal pal @theculturalvacuum has been hard at work on her next chapter for her wonderful masterpiece, “A Wedding in Sunspear,” the fanfic to end all other fanfics (including my own because I keep rereading her stuff instead of writing). And I’ve had an incredibly taxing week myself with some RL aggro.

So it’s the perfect combination for...you guessed it! Another gifcap of her fic. This one for Corret I. I like this fellow. I hope we see more of him soon.

Corret, Eliott Rowan (the groom)’s uncle, and his crew are all kind of miserable as they’re traveling through the desert

but the Dornishmen don’t seem fussed at all

Lewyn’s is all “there’s water all around you if you’re smart enough to seem,” but Alastor doesn’t buy it.

^Except it’d be Westerosi in this case.

Alastor also doesn’t buy that they’re actually on a well-traveled road.

Corret rides up to check on his bro who’s riding next to the litter of ladies, who are all:

Apparently they’re going to be at Bloodwell soon, which has an inn & the Dayne’s party, and then Vaith only a few days after that. But Adwin is still getting all:

Honestly, Corret is the only one keeping his shit together, it seems.

Anyway, they get close, and Lewyn, Alyssa Blackmont (she’s awesome) and the other Dornishmen start to gallop there, so Eliott and Owain (Corret’s son) try to catch them. Which leaves Corret to bond with Lady Fowler:

Then the ladies need to get out of their litter because olive groves weren’t built for that, so Corret pulls his wife onto his horse with him. And this happens:

“Taria had never been a horsewoman, although Dian had. Their daughter had often out raced her brothers. He felt his grip on reins tighten. It had been days since he thought about Dian”

GDI, Julia.

Whatever, they all get to Bloodwell, and Lewyn and Lord Ashryn Dayne are chilling outside a building waiting for everyone. So we’re treated to a lot of:

Corret’s party is like, the Rowans (duh), Lord Bulwer, the Tarlys, the Oakhearts, and the Rosbys.

Alleza Dayne (Ash’s daughter) kind of weirds out Eliott

But it’s because all of Dorne is supes curious about Loree’s consort.

Plus that’s nothing to the weirding out her father does when he introduces his paramour, Ser Qoren Sand.

Lady Oakheart tries to run away even

And all the Dornishmen are just:

Corret’s not all that shocked, because it seems like this entire trip the Dornish have been trying to freak them all out.

That night they all go to eat dinner in the courtyard where they’re literally given olives and Dornish red. And some hare. All the Northmen just keep trying to be like:

But then that leads to some kind of Assertively Dornish™ story. Like, “Bloodwell” got its name because when the Andals came to Dorne, they refused to let them drink at this well even though they were outnumbered, and basically everyone died.

^The Dornish love it though

Corret has to be an Awkward Uncle when Aelora (Eliott’s younger sister) is clearly getting flirty with Lewyn. Or trying to.

Though she listens to uncle and goes to bed, at least. Corret’s also nervous because his snephew Alastor was given wine, and he’s a drunk. But unlike Saint Tyrion’s Amusing Alcoholism, Alastor stresses everyone out by asking Ash how he didn’t find a Dornish woman that would fuck him.

Oh and that the Dornish women act like the men and the men look like the women.

And everyone’s just:

Corret immediately explains that Alastor is drunk and will apologize, but the guy just downs another glass of wine instead.

So Ash and his paramour leave.

Eliott apologizes to Lewyn and then goes to put his bro to bed. The other Dornish are just like, “well at least Loree’s marrying the sober one.”

Mostly because the idea Loree and Alastor is…

She’d literally kill him.

The Oakheart daughter bravely asks if Ash and his boo actually fuck, and the Dornish are all

When it’s suggested that they’ll need to be low-key in Vaith, the Dornish all laugh, because Ash’s paramour is Lady Vaith’s brother. And Values Dissonance just has all these Reachmen like

Then Corret goes to his room where his wife is already in bed, but she’s awake. And they’re kind of adorable together.

He tells her that it’s okay they’ll be in Sunspear soon where they live like kings. And Taria goes, “you mean like princes.” Leaving Corret just

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The fabled blanket fort

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I am back! After far too fucking long, I have returned to tumblr! And what better way to celebrate than by telling you about some people that I consider to be Fucking Amazing (capitals required). 

Now my darlings, I have listed you in no particular order, so none of you fuss over what number you are, I love you all dearly.

1. Therese (also known as Emo!Axel, dappermodeactivated, owner of the most gorgeous legs, eyes, smile and shoulders [yes, shoulders :P] and, oh yeah, my girlfriend!)

You are my sunshine

Therese, my darling, you are one of the most wonderful people I've met. You're clever (and I know you're going to say something about math, but fuck 'em, academia =/= intelligence), you're a loyal, caring and attentive friend. You have an amazing spontaneous streak, but you're just as good at planning things out. I had no idea about the play you took me too, and we spent most of the day with Suzie! You have so much talent it's insane, and it's not just talent, you are motivated and dedicated and you are going to do so much and go so far in life. You're fun. I still remember you 'babysitting' me, those years ago; playing GuitarHero with guitars, and hiding in EB Games, because why the hell not? You are passionate about the things you love and believe in, you'd defend them to the death, but at the same time you're not one to shut others down, because you care about other people, you can see yourself in their place.

All this, and more, is what gave me the balls to ask you out, but being your friend is nothing compared to being your girlfriend. You care about me so much, and always want to see me. But you're not selfish in the slightest, you always put me first (silly thing) even if that means not seeing me so I get done the things I have to. You brighten up my days with jokes, or words, or even just silence on the phone. You're there when I need you, and you've always got courage enough to spare. And some days, when I'm at work, when I'm so anxious I'm about to cry, it hits me that this person, this wonderful, beautiful, incredible person has chosen to be with me, and everything seems alright again.

I don't know why, but you seem to have trouble understanding how wonderful you are, and I have made it my mission to make you see yourself the way we see you. Take it weeks, months, years, I don't care. I'm not stopping until you get it.

2. Xig (also known as Xiggums, Jesus!Xig! mirroredsparrow, member of the buttcanoe and one of the best people I know)

You're gonna go far, kid.

Honest. You really are. You have anything anybody needs to make it in this world, and you have it in spades. Brains, motivation, understanding, talent, and a number of other things I can't quite put words to. You are going to make it, whatever you choose to do in life, you are going to do it with aplomb. 

Knowing you is like knowing a famous person. "Holy shit, did you know? Xig is my friend!" Having you as a friend is like having an Archangel come and chill on your couch and eat doritos: you just can't quite believe it's happening, but you'll be fucked if you're not going to enjoy every minute of it.

Your brain. Holy Jesus-in-a-mankini, your brain. You are right up there with Sherlock, my friend. I have no idea how you come up with some of the stuff you come up with, but it's astonishing. When I ask you a question, you don't just gimme me a half-assed answer. You think about it, and the result is usually more than enough to completely fix any problem, or at least make it not be a problem any longer.

And that's the other thing. You are really, damn nice. Maybe you're not up there with Sherlock, because you do something not many people do, you stop and think about others. And not just 'your' people; everyone. I would have to say you are one of the most unbiased and caring people I've met. And I'm not sure if that comment will be appreciated, but it's true, so I'm saying it anyway.

One of my greatest wishes is for you to be happy. Really happy. I don't care how or why, I just want you to be really damn happy. You deserve it.

3. Wilbur (also known as Bu, correct, Doom, a figment of my imagination, inventor of the buttcanoe and my husband)

It'll all be okay in the end. If it's not okay, I'll be kicking some butt.

I think I can quite safely say, having known you the entirety of your teenage life to date, that you are a good person. Really. If you weren't, would I still be around? I think not. Sure we've fought, but it's never lasted long, and seriously, have you ever heard of a teenage friendship that's existed without a scarp or two? It's part of the territory. So trust me, you are a good person, and I'm glad to know you. 

You also, may I add, have serious skills. Your writing is the bomb, and I really love your art, it's perfect just the way it is. In fact, everything you do is aesthetically pleasing, you're writing, your art, your tumblr, your lj. Not to mention you have introduced me to some of my most favourite things in the whole wide world. I owe you a lot.

Not just for that though, for everything, for putting up with me, listening to me yabber, for letting me know that I'm not alone. I think husband really is the only word for what we are, however joking. Friends doesn't even begin to cover us and our odd, twisted, TMI relationship, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I will readily admit that I am jealous as fuck that you're going away, but the more I get over it, the happier I am that you, at least get to go. I'll miss you, yeah. Especially as I do the first academic thing on my own in five and a half years. But I know you're coming back (they won't let you stay, ehehehehe), and all those things we've planned to do together will still happen. This buttcanoe is going far.

Most important though, you need to know I am always here. No ifs, buts or maybes. It's never a bother and it's always fine, because I share your feels and I know that the best way to get through it all is together