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I saw everyone on twitter tearing Emma Watson apart for saying she’s self - partnered instead of single and decided to watch her interview for British Vogue to know what the hell was she trying to say with that. I was very surprised to find a 30 minute video in which amongst other things she talks about the following:

She felt undeserving when she was appointed as UN Women goodwill ambassador and sought out Gloria Steinem to learn about feminist activism.

She thinks the criticism she received for being a white feminist was useful because it made her educate herself.

She says there’s a desperate need to reform the education system in the UK to change the way they are taught the history of how Britain has been involved in foreign affairs and how they profited from slavery.

She felt anxious about approaching 30 because there’s a lot of pressure to have a husband and a baby by then and she’s still figuring her life out.

She was so young when she was casted in Harry Potter that she doesn’t remember much of her life before it and she went to therapy to deal with her issues with fame. She used to feel very guilty for being unhappy because she thought she should enjoy fame more.

The interviewer is a transgender woman and they discuss transgender issues for a while. Emma is in regular contact with a trans child which makes the topic of trans rights emotional for her because she’s very anxious for this kid’s safety.

She talks about her role as Meg March in the new Little Women movie and defends that unlike what many people say choosing to be a wife and a mother doesn’t make Meg a less feminist character and quotes a line from the movie, “Just because my dreams are different than yours it doesn’t mean they are unimportant.”

She wishes more people would realize she’s not Hermione Granger but also understands why they want to see that in her because Hermione is a symbol for her too.

She used to think she could never be happy without a partner and now that she has learnt to navigate that better and is genuinely happy single she’s started to think of herself as self - partnered in contrast to the time when she thought of herself as single = lonely.

Every media outlet decided to focus in an out of context quote from the three minutes she talked about her dating life when the actual interview had a lot of depth and way more important things were discussed. I’m sad and angry but not surprised.

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Queen songs as SJM Characters

‘Aelin - Killer Queen, ‘ She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind’

Manon (+ the thirteen ...rip...) - We will rock you, ‘You got mud on your face, big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place, do it! We will rock you!’

Dorian - Don’t stop me now, ‘Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah And floating around in ecstasy So don't stop me now’

Chaol (and Dorian) - You’re my best friend, ‘That my feelings are true, I really love you, Oh, you’re my best friend’

Rowan - Love of my life, ‘Love of my life, don't leave me, You've stolen my love, you now desert me, Love of my life, can't you see?’

Elide - I want to break free, ‘I want to break free from your lies, You're so self satisfied I don't need you I've got to break free’

Chaol (again) - Under pressure, ‘Pressure pushing down on me, Pressing down on you, no man ask for, Under pressure that burns a building down’

Sartaq (to Nesryn) - Crazy little thing called love, ‘There goes my baby, She knows how to rock 'n' roll, She drives me crazy, She gives me hot and cold fever, Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat’

Yrene - A kind of magic, ‘This rage that lasts a thousand years, Will soon be gone’

Lorcan - Somebody to love, ‘I have spent all my years in believing you, but I just can’t get no relief Lord, Can anybody find me somebody to love?’

Erawan - Another one bites the dust, ‘BUM BUM BUM ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST’

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Taylor swift songs as SJM

Aelin - Archer, ‘I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. But who could ever leave me darling. But who would stay’

Dorian + Manon - Ready for it, ‘In the middle of the night, in my dreams, You should see the things we do, baby, In the middle of the night in my dreams, I know I'm gonna be with you, So I take my time, Are you ready for it?’

Feyre + Rhysand - Begin again, ‘I've been spending the last eight months, Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end, but on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again’

Aelin + Rowan - Lover, ‘My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, All's well that ends well to end up with you, Swear to be over-dramatic and true to my, Lover’

Feyre - New romantics, ‘I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream’

Manon - Bad blood, ‘Now we've got problems, And I don't think we can solve 'em, You made a really deep cut, And, baby, now we've got bad blood’

Dorian - Look what you made me do, ‘I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time… I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red underline. I check it once, then I check it twice, oh! Look what you made me do’

Elain - Innocent, ‘I guess you really did it this time, Left yourself in your warpath, Lost your balance on a tightrope, Lost your mind tryin' to get it back’

Yrene - You need to calm down, ‘ And I ain't tryna mess with your self-expression, But I've learned a lesson that stressin' and obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun, And snakes and stones never broke my bones’

Morrigan - I did something bad, ‘if a man talks shit I don’t owe him nothing’

Dorian I - This is why we can’t have nice things, ‘Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? This is why we can't have nice things’

Lorcan (+ Amarantha...) - ‘Don't blame me, love made me crazy, If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right’

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ToG as Good Omens quotes

Aelin: Can I hear a ‘Wahoo’

Dorian: It’s not a problem. It’s tickety-boo.

Rowan: I do not sully the temple of my celestial body with gross matter

Yrene: Welcome to the world. You get used to it after a while.

Erawan: Don’t think of it as dying. Think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.

Elide: You two have been, what was that lovely term, played for suckers!

Add some more if you think of any!

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Cassian: we are here to lick some serious butt!

Azriel: “Kick”, Cassian, it’s “kick butt”

bonus:

Cassian: ... wEll, it works depending on who I’m talking about

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It’s ineffable. […] It is beyond understanding and incapable of being put into words.

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THIS. WAS. IMPROVISED. (x)

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acourtofdreamsanddreamers · 5 years

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aziraphale + his antique telephone

⤗ requested by anon

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A collection of grungy Crowley-at-the-air-base photos (with Aziraphale - and bonus Neil Gaiman)

From the Good Omens TV Companion:

“Deep, deep down,” says Jack Whitehall, “beneath the freezing depths, I did enjoy filming that scene. It took us days, with twenty pages of dialogue, but to be working with all those people was so exciting.”

“The days on that airstrip were bleak, cold, and numbing,” agrees Michael McKean. “But I also got to spend a lot of time in a nice, warm trailer with David, Michael, Adria, Miranda, Jon, Jack, and Anna, and we had such a nice time.”

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One of the ballsiest things Tolkien ever did was write 473k words about some hobbits called frodo, sam, merry, and pippin and then write in the appendices that their names are actually maura, ban, kali, and razal.

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Imagine - Rowan

To all who meet him, Rowan is the warrior, cold and hard (that way to in other circumstances), and uncaring. No one, it seems, can pierce through Rowan Whitethorn’s touch exterior. That is until he meets you.

Imagine as you see the silver-haired warrior, ordered by the Queen of Doranelle to journey to your land across the seas as a protector to her emissary and report the current state of her alliances. He’s broad shouldered, a hard look in those pine green eyes as he studies the land and people he was sent to, committing everything to memory as ordered by his Queen.

Knowing his fame as a warrior, you see the fear and respect in the faces of your people as they see him and though at first you treat him with the respect you give to state officials, the longer you stand in Rowan’s presence the shorter your patience snaps and one day it does snap.

As you travel through the famed forests of your land where you will make camp before finishing your journey to the northern plains with both Emissary and Warrior, at Rowan’s sneer of your soldiers’ actions you stop the whole party as you turn back to yell at the Fae prince.

Surprise fills Rowan’s eyes at your outburst, one that’s quickly masked as he apologizes. But its an apology you won’t take.

“You have been nothing but rude the moment you stepped into my gates and I don’t even care whether you’re part of her Cadre or that you’re a warrior that my soldiers fear!” You yell, fuming as you throw your hands around.

Fire in your eyes, you glare at the Emissary beside Rowan who is all to glad to turn away and leave the warrior to your fury as you continue on your rampage. “You’re being a self-righteous bastard and you act as if everyone is below you when here’s the news, Rowan Whitethorn, you aren’t!” Each word is met with a sharp and hard jab at his chest as you poke him.

You’re panting when you finally finish and glare up at those green eyes. “Are you done?” He asks in that drawl of his.

Grinding your teeth together your hand closes into a fist as your Second grabs onto your arm pulling you back in time as you continue to glare at Rowan. “Yes, they are done, my lord and we apologize for the outburst.” They rush out and you open your mouth to argue back though at the look in their eyes you realize otherwise and nod before stomping away, muttering obscenities beneath your breath that you know all to well that Rowan will hear.

Stomping your way through the forest you soon find yourself at a field near a waterfall. You stay there for what feels like hours, sitting on the grass as you calm your anger and just think - though for some reason whatever you think about always ends up returning to Rowan Whitethorn and his green eyes.

You lay it all on the fact that his visit to your lands is hugely important, though you know and would deny it to everyone that you’ve lost yourself too often in those green eyes those green eyes and more ;).

Your party reaches the fortress in time for the summer solstice the next day, roars of laughter and merriment sounding from the forest as Fae and mortals alike celebrate the solstice that evening. You’re sat on a column away from all the reveling, exhausted from the journey to join in the feast.

Instead you watch and listen to the music played by soldiers and the Fortress’ aid. You smile at the joy you hear and hum along in tune to the melody.

“I’m sorry-”

Startled, your reflexes jump into motion and you stand with a dagger held up to Rowan’s neck. Though an apology is quick to leave your lips at the realization of who it is, that’s suddenly taken over by annoyance as you spot the grin on his lips.

“What are you doing here, Lord Whitethorn?” You say with a roll of your eyes and ignore him to lean back onto your column.

Blocking your view as he stands before you, you raise a brow at Rowan awaiting his answer. “I came to apologize for how I have treated you and your people thus far.”

He sounds sincere, enough so that you step off the column as you cross your arms. “Rowan Whitethorn apologising. Now I’ve heard it all.”

He scoffs, shaking his head as he takes a step closer to you. “I apologise and you can’t event act mature about, I should have known better from a child”

“Child!” You exclaim, nostrils flaring as you poke his chest again. “If there’s anyone mature here it definitely isn’t you!”

He grabs your hand, stopping your hand from poking as he says, “fancy that coming from you”

“And what does that mean?!” You demand, so lost in the argument you don’t notice that you’re stuck between the column and Rowan (but lets be real there’s no other place you’d like to be).

“It means that you act like a spoilt child and the moment someone doesn’t act the way you want them to you get upset!”

You’re fuming as you stare up at those pine green eyes. “You’re an arsehole Rowan Whitethorn.”

“Yeah and what are you going to do about it.” He bites back watching you as you both inch closer to each other.

The music is loud as it plays, laughter and conversations mixing into the melody into a song of celebration all the while you stand staring at Rowan Whitethorn both panting in your annoyance of each other.

In a sudden you’re in each other’s arms, Rowans snaking around your waist and your hand tangling into his silver hair.

You let out a moan as you nip at his bottom lip, Rowan pushing his hips against you as he holds you against the column, your legs locking around his waist as you press back into him.

“Rowan~” You moan as he lowers his lips to your neck, leaving marks as he goes.

Roars from the crowd as they clap for the musicians has he pulls away from your lips, a hand snaked around your waist as the other rests at your rear holding you up.

You’re both still panting - though now for different reasons as your eyes drift down to his lips now red and swollen, all because of you. “I-” Rowan starts only for him to let out a growl as you press yourself against his need for you.

“Shut up and kiss me” You order, breathless.

Rowan is more than happy to oblige and you moan as you feel him (all of him).

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cinderella marries the prince

and it’s… fine. The prince is great! They’re in love, he’s very sweet and passionate, writing her poems and songs, giving her anything she wants. The time she spends with her husband is great.

but cinderella is not royalty, her family was noble but she never spent time in those circles. She’s used to being busy, she’s used to cooking and cleaning and mending. There are hours, days, where she has nothing to do.

time passes. cinderella learns the fancy lady type of needlework. Learns to ride horses. Reads a lot.

as is normal for royalty at the time, they travel and are hosted by nobles or stay at castles owned by the king. But even that variety begins to become routine. The prince is distracted, there’s a lot of young women living and working on their route. Daughters of nobles. Younger and prettier with soft hands that have never done a day’s work.

cinderella needs something to spend her time on, and there’s a part of her thinking a couple-only trip might get her husband’s attention again, so she suggests making an old castle that’s fallen into disrepair their “project.” It was built in the time when castles were made to be defensible, so it’s quite sturdy, but it’s overgrown and secluded. The prince doesn’t know why his family stopped living there either. A hundred years ago it was their summer home.

so they go. And they work. And for a while it’s great! But when they leave for winter cinderella’s husband forgets her once again. cinderella resolves to make the best of her life and stop worrying about a man who has gotten what he wanted from her.

summer comes again and this time cinderella goes alone to the old castle (minus staff, of course, but cinderella manages to narrow it down to only repair workers and one maid). She can cook and clean and mend again, but this time it’s her own choice. She is happy.

this summer they make more progress on repairs. The workers say that most of it can be salvaged, except one tower that’s been completely overgrown with vines and briars. It will have to come down, eventually, but for now it can be safely ignored.

cinderella has more free time now. The old castle has a surprisingly untouched library, though time and moisture have damaged many of the books. Behind a collection of greek poetry cinderella finds an old diary. Very old, in fact, at least a hundred years. It’s rude to read a diary, of course, but whoever wrote this is long dead, and cinderella is bored, so…

from the description of activities the author looks to have been nobility. Maybe even a princess. She’s sensitive and sweet and smarter than she seems to realize. If circumstances had been different cinderella wishes they could have been friends…

after the summer ends cinderella returns to her husband. He’s spending a lot of time with a young musician and cinderella can’t even work up the energy to care. She does some research about the castle and the family she’s married into, finds out the name of the princess who wrote the diary.

aurora. Cursed and forgotten. She died young, they say, in a plague that also took out the castle staff and her own parents. Luckily they avoided a succession crisis, but not so lucky for the dead.

time passes. cinderella goes to the old castle again and again, even out of season. Soon enough all that remains to be done is the old tower, and the builders say they should tear it down and fill the gaps before it gets cold.

one night cinderella is restless. The princess from the diary had been fond of that tower, and cinderella is far more attached to a dead woman than she ought to be. She gets out of bed, reads by candlelight, and finally goes to walk the empty halls.

she finds herself going to the tower. Pushing past the vines that don’t seem so troublesome really. They almost part before her. The stairs are perfectly intact, the door at the top is already cracked open. As if she should have done this years ago, cinderella steps into aurora’s bedroom.

she’s as beautiful as the stories say. And sitting under her hands, crossed across her stomach as it rises and falls, is a book of greek poetry.

years later, people will tell the story of cinderella as a cautionary one. Don’t seek above your station. Don’t marry for prestige. After all, a girl who grew up as a servant once married the crown prince, and disappeared after only three years. She ran away, they say, she couldn’t handle the lifestyle.

two old women who run a bookshop together agree with the lesson. Marrying for the wrong reasons never ends well. It’s best to wait for someone you have things in common with, shared interests.

or, failing that, the more linguistic of the two says, wait a decade or ten for someone to fall in love with you from your diary.

her partner laughs and hits her with the socks she is mending.

#alright but i just absolutely love this and am totally in for this retelling

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And I don’t need your permission to defend the North.

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Chaol Westfall is a DILF

friendly reminder ;)

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Imagine - Aedion

After the fall of Terrasen, Aedion Ashryver was thrown to the wolves. Following the murder of his Aunt and Uncle, Evalin and Rhoe Galathynius, and the disappearance of his cousin, Aelin, Aedion was left alone in Erilea under the watchful eye of the King of Adarlan with his only known remaining family left alive across the seas ruling the Kingdom of Wendlyn.

Left alone in a broken country with a tyrant as a ruler, Aedion strove to rise from the kennels he was thrown in, rising and gaining a reputation as a warrior. Wolf of the North, Aedion always fought in two battles - two roles. He was a man loyal to his country, a man who would always fight for Terrasen no matter what came at him. Yet, he was also the man called Adarlan’s whore, a man who betrayed his country by willingly working by the King who’d destroyed his family.

Imagine the moment you first meet the General Aedion Ashryver. You found sympathy towards Terrasen and the victims of the King of Adarlan’s tyrant rule, you helped them whatever way you could - sneaking in provisions, helping with the sick, or defending them when needed. As the Bane passed by a rural town by the border of Terrasen, you meet Aedion and his men and you don’t hesitate to join them at their call for help.

It was at that moment that Aedion wished for a different life.

He admired you, your strength and your goodness. In his entire life he’d never met someone he wished to have a life with more than you.

Aedion Ashryver was brave. For his country, people and his Queen, Aedion ruined himself knowing that even if people believed him to be nothing more than a traitor, he would always be loyal. But even through his loyalty, he couldn’t deny that seeing the glares received as he was called traitor broke his heart, he felt alone in all those moments.

But with you by his side, Aedion stopped feeling alone. Whatever came his way, with you he knew he could and would get through it. You believed in him.

By day you fought by Aedion’s side, sitting in his counsels as you planned for ways to trick the King and how to help those suffering under his tyrant rule. You were always watching and protecting his back and he was thankful for that and more.

Through time you started to fall for the General Ashryver just as he had with you in the beginning, your former feelings of reverence and admiration turning to love.

Imagine as you sit with him one night after a difficult fight. Bruises of all shades - some pink and purple, fresh bruises and others yellow as they heal. His face is lined with shadow, a slight beard over his jaw. You can feel the heaviness in his chest, can see it in his eyes but as you pull him towards you a hand on his cheek his stubble sharp on your palm as you brush a thumb across his skin.

Aedion shuts his eyes, his own hand snaking around your waist as he leans down to rest his hand over your shoulder on the crook of your neck. You can feel his tears, wet and warm as they roll down your skin.

“Aedion,” you whisper, hands on his cheeks as you push him away slightly to look at you. Aedion has long towered over you and that’s no difference in bed as you tilt your head up to look at those turquoise eyes ringed with gold. “I love you”

He sucks in a breath at those words and his arms tighten around you as he lifts you up to straddle his legs and just holds you for now. “You’re strong, Aedion Ashryver. You’re brave, beautiful, and above all,” making him look at you once more the corners of your lips pull up in a small smile as you brush his hair away. “You’re good.”

Aedion smiles, shutting his eyes as you place a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. He shuffles as he leans back on the frame with you still on his lap, unwilling to let go of you - a slight worry in the general that should he let go, he would fall with little chance of getting back up.

With your head on his chest and your hand laying over his heart, you let out a hum as Aedion slowly runs his hand up your back and around to your cheek. “I love you,” he says softly and your smile grows as you lift yourself up to kiss him again, and again and again...

#aedion ashryver #aedion ashryver imagine #aedion ashryver hc #headcanon #imagine #throne of glass #tog #com #hof #kingdom of ash #heir of fire #queen of shadows #crown of midnight #aelin ashryver galathynius #celaena sardothien

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2AM Conversations

Aelin: Rowan. Rowan. Rowan love of my life my mate and Carranam

Rowan: ... ... ...

Aelin: when you’re shifted into a hawk and you really need to poop do you just poop randomly on anyone?

Rowan: WHY AELIN WHY

Aelin: Well you didn’t deny it

#sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm #aelin ashryver galathynius #throne of glass #tog #rowan whitethorn #empire of storms #rowaelin #kingdom of ash #koa #eos #com #hof #qos

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