#albeit briefly

[oxydiane]

Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.

But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.

Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?

Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.

Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.

He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?

He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.

Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.

The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.

Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.

Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.

It doesn’t do him good.

He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.

He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.

When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.

Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.

Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.

She understands.

Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.

It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.

But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.

A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.

Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.

He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.

Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.

Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.

It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.

He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.

It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.

His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.

Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.

It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.

He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.

They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.

Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.

He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.

He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.

Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.

Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.

Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.

Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.

He just nods and lets Ron in.

Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.

He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.

He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.

He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.

It must have been his imagination.

Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.

He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.

He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.

He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.

Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.

It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.

He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.

He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.

#this ended up a lot longer than i had originally intended #sooo #but the idea struck me #now it’s 3 am help #anyways #soo writes #harry potter #harry james potter #ron weasley #ronarry #rarry #cedric diggory #hedric #cho chang #hermione granger #romione #sirius black #good godfather sirius black #albeit briefly #drabble #the gay experience #the dursleys #i could have written this better but #it is what it is #no beta #remus lupin #molly weasley #percy weasley #oliver wood #perciver

[heartstopperthoughts]

Poor sweet little James who “isn’t gay”

#and now he’s gonna be in the show! #although he kind of already was #albeit briefly #also a lot of people really want to kiss Charlie honestly #heartstopper #heartstopper tv #nick and charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #Heartstopper James #james mcewan

[psijic-toast]

Viera T’ahria, because I got curious about how she’d look (and I have no self control)

Also now have the idea that she just likes to just pick G’raha up, no matter her height. Just * carries partner to show affection *

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #ff14 gpose #T'ahria Lasa #G'raha Tia #viera wol #Albeit briefly

[gaytobymeres]

on a more positive note i had one of my favourite lecturers today, and saw one of my other favourite lecturers

#and i saw the cat :D #albeit briefly #got to draw an orchid too #which was fun

[turtleblogatlast]

I’ve gone on and on about how Leo wants to be who Splinter finds is the ideal person (which just so happens to be Splinter’s ideal version of himself) but I have yet to really touch upon how Donnie is the one who most directly parallels Splinter himself to an honestly shocking degree, Raph’s taking from Splinter’s teachings and parenting has resulted in an unhealthy mixup in the different dynamics of a family versus a team, and Mikey is the one who is simultaneously the most focused on family and the most intrinsically himself which both leads to his better grasp of mystics and honestly what just might be the healthiest dynamic with Splinter.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #it’s late so I’m just speaking from the top of my head haha #anyway yeah #the Donnie Splinter parallels are crazyyy tho #I always see ppl say Leo is just like splinter but no Leo WANTS to be like splinter but he’s more a Karai #meanwhile Donnie exhibits many of Splinter’s traits and behaviors #basically Leo has taken on many perceived Lou Jitsu attributes #including his stance his most flaunted skills and his overall demeanor #while honestly being more of a quiet and determined soul at his core that is most like Karai - with the same hope and love for family #we see the more Karai aspects of Leo throughout the series but most blatantly with Future Leo’s portrayal and how Casey Jr talks about him #Donnie though - rather than Lou Jitsu he has many Hamato Yoshi attributes #it’s funny too because Donnie ALSO parallels Draxum in many ways #(you know who else does albeit to a much lighter extent? Mikey) #make no mistake I super wanna get into Raph having a hard time separating team and family and just sorta jumbling them together #but that mindset can be unhealthy! #SHOULD I GET INTO HOW RAPH ALSO PARALLELS HAMATO SHO IN SOME WAYS AS WELL AS ATSUKO #not to mention his direct parallels to OROKU SAKI HIMSELF #and Mikey - I actuallly have a touched briefly upon how his individuality and sense of self has led to his greater control of mystics #but I do think it’s interesting that he has arguably a more healthy relationship with splinter than the others as well? #idk it’s late #and I may be talking about nonsense BUT #I gotta stop here bc I’m very sleepy but I’ll probably be back in these tags rambling more later lol #would just like to add that splinter loves them all very much he is just a flawed and depressed man with a lot of untapped trauma #which unfortunately ends up affecting his boys to different degrees

[rebouks]

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Wyatt kept low amongst the fronds of grass, peeking through the haphazard blinds drooped against the opposite side of the window. He was no stranger to being where he shouldn’t, but there was an unfamiliar pit in his stomach tonight; like there was something more at stake, like part of him didn’t want to know what this seemingly normal house might contain. Ashton had been right about one thing, ignorance was bliss; except now, with his friend’s dismissal and no one left to impress, Wyatt found himself unwilling to ignore the unknown. The sound of distant voices forced him to abandon his rumination.

“Fucking hell, hurry up!”

“I’m waiting for you!” The woman’s voice sounded shrill, but Wyatt could tell there was little anger in her tone. Normal bickering, he supposed. “Have you got your wallet?”

The man ignored his partners fussing, ushering her over the threshold impatiently “I’ve got cash, c’mon!”

Wyatt adjusted his position as the door slammed shut. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been squatting in this overgrown jungle of a garden, but if his protesting legs were anything to go by, it’d been a while. It would’ve made sense to wait a little longer, but time was of the essence. Hearing the couple enter their car, he waited for the sound of their engine to fade before making his way onto the porch. Sliding door locks weren’t too hard to navigate, though Wyatt found himself surprisingly spared of the chore; slipping his fingers beneath his sleeve, he gingerly made his way inside.

Silently closing the door behind him, Wyatt stepped into the dimly lit back room with an upturned nose. The stale smell of tobacco, marijuana and beer permeating the air was unpleasant, but other than that, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. A normal, albeit messy kitchen, an even messier dining table, a TV nook, pictures on the wall; nothing too unusual. The living room, stairwell and landing were just as uninteresting.

Wyatt found himself wondering if Brynn was having him on as some sort of revenge; though it seemed unlikely. He was used to manipulating people into believing him, but it hadn’t seemed necessary with her, perhaps she could sense that he was being honest. It was an odd sensation, to be believed so easily. Heaving a weary sigh, Wyatt entered what appeared to be the master bedroom; more of the same. Casting a quick glance to the street below, he wondered what he was doing. If he found what he thought he might, which was seeming less and less likely, what would he do? He didn’t have a plan up his sleeve, and Wyatt always had a plan.

Something was off, but Wyatt couldn’t figure out what it was. He hadn’t felt great ever since leaving San Myshuno, maybe even before then, and the death of his mother hadn’t made things any easier. She’d threatened suicide many times in the past, her mental state being what it was, but he wasn’t prepared for her to follow through on those threats. He tried to remember the last time things had felt right; though perhaps he’d never really felt like himself, perhaps he was simply an amalgamation of those he surrounded himself with. His mother liked to lament that he was just like his father, but Wyatt had never believed that, and he wasn’t much like her either. Who was he? What did he want?

A fat stack of cash sitting on the dresser caught his attention, sparing him the anguish of answering that particular line of questioning; for now. Twenty grand, give or take. Plenty of people didn’t trust big banks, but that much money laying around was definitely suspicious. He hurried out of the bedroom and poked his head into the bathroom at the end of the hall, nothing. Unless there was a basement he’d failed to notice, only one room remained.

Wyatt paused; hand held over the doorknob hesitantly. These doors were cheap, the kind made with flimsy, cardboard innards. Surely, he’d be able to hear if someone were on the other side? But he couldn’t. Wyatt was briefly tempted to leave. He’d become rather accustomed to dismissing the consequences of his own actions, especially if they didn’t affect him personally; and rather than accept the dark reality that he’d pushed aside for so long, he decided it’d be easier to assume that Brynn was lying to him. Then again, if she had lied, he may as well prove it to himself before he left. With a deep breath and a glimmer of hope, Wyatt opened the door.

Brynn hadn’t lied.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #wyatt shaw #i'm in my prose era again #albeit very briefly #ksjdksjd #also.. oof #can't ignore it when it's right in front of your face now.. can you?! #ಠ_ಠ #twsuicidemention #twdrugmention

[crithaus]

Also you've heard this from me before but I always get excited when I force my brain to rub my smooth-shiny braincells together so one last time I shall say it,

Percy is a prince and I can explain why from a totally different angle then just "bc Tal said so in some such EP of talks machina," it's bc you can't ennoble someone with a title higher than yours, right, like you can't work somewhere and just decide "Actually I'm the CEO now, I promote myself to CEO." like that isn't how it works, so with that.

We see them use a standard European peerage system for Whitestone with some exception and Percy gives Vex a barony, it might not come with much at that moment in time, but he does, and then there is a Lord, Sir Kerrion Stonefell, 2 Counts, Tylieri and The Countess Jazna which, there's no official equivalent feminine form for Viscount so Countess is often used in it's place so Jazna could well be a 'Viscountess', and most importantly Duke Vedmire. Duke is the highest title you can have without dipping into royalty territory, so the Briarwoods in occupying the first house of Whitestone are automatically in a position to grant dukedoms, hence they briefly were illegitimately the prince and princess of Whitestone, and to further prove my point

In EP 64, Percy before dragging his blue-blooded nutsack across Syldor's face, introduces himself as "from the Royal (1st) House of Whitestone," I mean bada bing, bada boom, now Whitestone is an independent city-state, a principality I think rather because of the aforementioned reasons, and bobs your uncle, Percy becomes even snootier than he was before. All the royalty!au Percy's are more accurate than you would even believe

and most importantly vex is a princess as she always was meant to be, eat chodes syldor

#critical role #vox machina #percy de rolo #i will Be Quiet now but hey i had a coherent thought today and yall are all gonna know i would like to see it more in fics is all #percy being teased for his snooty snooty boots #cuz percy and co will albeit briefly call kiki your majesty and such and i want Kiki and co to do it back!

[todayisafridaynight]

thoughts on the malleganic penguin .. your rant about penguins made me so invested

OH THESE WERE THE LITTLE BASTARDS I WAS TALKING ABOUT (I GOT THEM CONFUSED WITH THE GALAPAGOS I NEED TO BE SHOT I KNOW)

for the people who bore witness to my penguin rant i need to show the difference between the black foot/african penguin and these lil sillies

the baby on the left is a black footed penguin while the right's our south american bestie :) the key way to distinguish them is whether they have that black line on their neck: black foot penguins will have that spot be white, while magellanic all have it be black

as the name suggests african penguins are the only penguins (that we know of rn 👁️👁️) to live off the coast of south africa, meanwhile, magellanic penguins live off the cost of chile and argentina in south america

SINCE WE'RE HERE THOUGH we can talk about their other relatives in the spheniscus Banded Penguin family 👯‍♀️

THIS is the galapagos i was mistaking the magellanic for

they're similar to magellanic in that their necks are black and that they also live in south america (off on the galapagos islands Go Figure), though their white chinstrap's a lot thinner than the former. moreover, that patch of pink flesh differs in that it travels downward opposed to arching on the eyebrow bone

the humbolt penguins are my favorite of this family :) they're the third tallest among the four (second begin magellanic while the first being the black foot, little galapagos being the shortest). they're super distinct by the pink glands on their face. Taking Up More Of Their Face. unsurprisingly, they also live in south america off the coast of peru and chile

anyway thank you for joinin me on my penguin rant Part Two :) i like penguins :)

#snap chats #penguins are a threatened species #like i briefly talked abot The Tale Of The Fairy Penguin but its not just them that are being threatened with endangerment #and A Threat doesnt seem MUCH but... considering global warming ... i worry for these guys ... #ive been tracking the vaquita porpoises for years since there's less than twenty of those guys left #albeit theyre being threatened by overhunting and that sort im just saying i worry bout our aquatic friends

[anipgarden]

Ani Reviews: Hellstrip Gardening

Alrighty homies here's another Informal Book Review. This is the second time I've done a book review, but I hope this is helpful!

[Photo ID: a book, titled "Hellstrip Gardening: Create a paradise between the sidewalk and the curb" by Evelyn J. Hadden (Author of Beautiful No-Mow Yards) With photographs by Joshua McCullough, Foreword by Lauren Springer Ogden]

Out of the seven books I checked out from the library this round, I picked this one second because not only was I looking forward to the read, but so were some friends in my gardening server! Its one of, if not the longest book in the stack--the main contents are 279 pages total--but its definitely well worth the read! You can see where I live blogged it here.

The inspiration and energy in this book is potent! By the time I finished reading the foreword and the introduction, I was already dreaming up new gardening projects to work on next spring, and that energy stayed up all the way until the end! It definitely helps that the photos in this book are absolutely gorgeous! Seriously, even if you aren't wanting to make a front yard garden, I'd recommend this book for cool garden photos alone! This is another one of those books that's way more relevant if you're the home owner, or a landscaper (or just got permission from your parents to do some front yard gardening), but even still so much of the advice in this book is great for just about any kind of gardening as well! Between beautiful photos of front yard gardens others have already done, tons of encouragement and advice on how to handle anything from trees to poor soils to outdated laws and HOA boards, and a deluge of plant recommendations for different grow zones and purposes, it's definitely a valuable resource!

After the introduction, this book is separated into four major sections referred to as Parts. There's Inspirations, Situations, Creation, and Curbside-Worthy Plants. If you're looking for ideas on what a converted yard can look like, Inspirations and Creation is the place to go. If you're unsure how to do so with any specific circumstances you may be facing, Situations is the section for you. So on and so forth. All in all, between the gorgeous photos, and the amazing content, this was a fairly quick read for me!

I will say, this is a book aimed directly for gardeners in the US. While some of the general advice might be good for people abroad, at the end of the day its a book written in an American perspective for gardeners in America. That being said, it focuses on America as a whole--so if you're hoping for a dedicated section on how to do what you want in your state specifically, you might get lucky, you might get unlucky. I know the example garden for my state wasn't anything I'd be excited about, meanwhile there's three sample gardens for Minnesota (two in Minneapolis) and there's only twelve sample gardens in the book! Also, if you're looking for a book to tell you to only ever use native plants in your garden, this isn't the one--the book will eagerly encourage you use native plants, and will implore you to remove any invasive plants that may be on your property, but is also more than welcome to recommending well behaved non-native plants. Let it be known that I don't think this is a problem at all! But if you're picky about that, I'm just letting that be known.

Oh and also one final note. The book is called Hellstrip Gardening, and it does talk about hellstrips, but it doesn't only talk about hellstrips. A good chunk of the example gardens don't even have hellstrips. This book talks plenty about full yard transformation! Which I find fantastic and enlightening! If you're looking for a book that's only about hellstrips, though, this isn't it.

All in all, this is an amazing book with amazing photos, 10/10 could probably show to someone to get them to see the light of front yard gardens.

#ani reviews #ani rambles #out of queue #hellstrip gardening #I think another cool thing about this book is that it--albeit briefly--addresses some of the fears people might have about converted yards #like it doesn't go into full detail about all of them but it at least acknowledges it #which is honestly better than what a lot of articles i've read or the other book I've read in this stack have done #and granted the info they gave about alleviating tick fears isn't anything I haven't heard off a headspace hotel post #but it is nice to see it acknowledged in a published work! #still not sure if I would be able to convince My Mom to do something like this #because outside of 'wide paths' it gives no advice about Snakes and thats probably my mom's biggest concern outside of 'yard is lawn is gra #and my previous google search attempts yielded Nothing Helpful in that front #but thats less of a flaw of the book itself and more of a 'hurdle i personally gotta figure out' #i am getting off topic lets end the tags here gbye

[slverblood]

I NEVER FOUND THIS LETTER BEFORE, I’M LOSIN IT

#OOC / HOLLY. #MOBILE. #KETTLE AND BATH SALTS WERE TALKING TO LORROAKAN #albeit only briefly but fuck #The way these bastards keep haunting her life

[torra-and-the-toons]

He’s here!

Here’s the boy!

The bestest little plot progresser! 

Anyway, whose cat is this?

#my art #no this is not posted on the wrong blog lmao #in the ed comic #we won't see him til ch2 and briefly at that but I wanted to draw him #his name is Isaac #and I'll let y'all figure out who owns him solely based on that name lol #spoiler alert it's Double Dee's #he has a VERY important role in the story I assure you #albeit brief #I like to imagine Edd named him Isaac bc cats are incredibly intelligent creatures #but this Isaac has half a braincell that's permanently lodged in his left ear

[cidnangarlond]

reading the tweets of Gav FF16's VA rank the eikon-themed beer. glad that the man can hold his alcohol even if Gav cannot

#do love that gav's being a lightweight was talked about albeit briefly in a side quest man cannot hold his drink bless him

[enqueter]

For the record, I'm currently around 2,000 meters under the ocean in a secret city of sorts. Secret enough to get me thrown in a cell and left to rot (if I'm lucky) should the wrong people find out I've been talkin' to anyone outside.

#I've briefly touched upon this before‚ albeit not out in the open. #I've been so paranoid about writin' a whole lot about it‚ but I figured I should just rip off the band-aid‚ so to speak. #I'm tired. Too tired to care too much anymore.

[mariocki]

Alfred Burke creeps around uncredited, as mysterious chauffeur Heinrich, in 1963 thriller The Man Who Finally Died

#fave spotting #alfred burke #the man who finally died #public eye #frank marker #@thisbluespirit #(i know you like to see his face) #alas he has no closeups #and as mentioned isn't even credited‚ tho his character is called Heinrich in dialogue #actually quite a lot of the cast go uncredited in this‚ even those (like alfie) who have more than one scene and get actual dialogue #just the key players are named in the opening titles #like quite a few other british films of this era this was based on a short tv serial‚ also written by the films writer Lewis Greifer and #produced by ATV in 1959; of that series the only returning cast member was Nigel Green‚ who'd actually played the role Alfie #does here on tv‚ but was promoted to a slightly larger supporting part for the film. according to wiki (ikr‚ but why would they lie..) the #series actually exists in the archives in its entirety! alas.. we'll probably never get to see it‚ particularly now network have gone #speaking of‚ i had actually seen this before some years ago but when the news came thru about network this was one of the things i decided #to try and pick up before the stock is all gone; i was tempted to the blu ray release both for the chance to see Alfie in hd (albeit #briefly) and bc one of the extra features is a fascinating sounding episode of Drama 64 starring Stanley Baker #more on that i suspect when i get round to watching it

[sexysilverstrider]

i hcanon that he has this perspective since ever its just tucked deep into the back of his brain. only when he met akari is when he started to think back on it.

#of course he mostly ignores it #coz hes set on controlling arceus' powers #just so he could make a better world for himself #but like #seeimg akari makes him question himself albeit briefly #fafar plays pokemon masters

[fideidefenswhore]

Sorry for bothering you but I would like to know ,what is your interpretation of Elizabeth ,Edward and Mary’s relantionship? I heard a lot of stuff and I wanna know your opinion

Also ,the quote about you picking Anne for a girl’s night ,in which book it is ?

Aaah, errrm...again, I might update this in more detail later, because I have a lot of thoughts on this. (He said, before going Full Meta Pretentious)

And you are never bothering me. Sometimes I have spoons, and sometimes I don't.

Broad strokes:

Mary had conditional affection for her siblings so long as she did not see them as a threat, and so long as they were not significantly empowered. So, this is why she seems to have had more tenderness towards Edward while he was Prince rather than King, why she seems to have not had affection for Elizabeth until she was disempowered in 1536 (and then, lost it, once Elizabeth was her own heir and very beloved by the people).

She was also holding, as one of the Acts during her reign makes clear, the belief that they were bastards, and she was not. So she always felt an inherent superiority towards them that's underlying the affection...it's a sort of patronizing affection, really. It's not less authentic for being so, just more complex. There's also the likelihood that this has been nurtured by her faction, who seems to have held a long bitterness towards the memory of AB in the existence of Elizabeth, to the literal death-- among Margaret Pole's last words were an exhortation for those in attendance to her execution to pray for the lives and souls of the King, Prince Edward, and Princess Mary...Elizabeth was omitted. Did she believe she was not the King's daughter, or was this an implication that Edward & Mary were the only 'legitimate' children? Had Fitzroy been alive during this time, we could maybe better understand her intent behind this, had he been omitted as well, unfortunately we don't know.

Edward believed himself superior to both his sisters, but seems to have been more patronizing towards Mary, despite being the younger, even before becoming King. There's not an equivalent letter about Elizabeth to the one he wrote about Mary, where he's scolding her for dancing so much and such. But, he's in-waiting to becoming the most important man in the kingdom (arguably, he is that, as his father is the past, and he's the future), and has been told that it's his place to be the moral standard and instruct his future subjects. This is all part and parcel of that, although one wonders if there's some insecurity underlying all this, because Edward was very intelligent, and he wouldn't have been unaware that much of Catholic Europe believed Mary was legitimate.

Elizabeth he's closer to in age, Elizabeth he's brought up with, Elizabeth he's educated alongside. Elizabeth was always more conformable than Mary, and seems to have genuinely revered him both as Prince and as King. So, Edward's affection for Elizabeth was probably less complex than his for Mary (which turned mainly to resentment). On the other hand, he did eventually write her out of the succession, which is where the superiority comes in (although we don't know if he would have done so in any context...had Elizabeth married a Protestant, had Elizabeth had a/ child/ren by 1553-- specifically and 'better', a son-- I think it's entirely plausible he would have made her, at the least, regent to her child in his will).

Onto Elizabeth...Elizabeth believed herself Mary's superior insofar as intellect, and perhaps even her equal or better, insofar as birth. She might have believed that by the terms of her father's Succession Act (one condition of which was, Mary would maintain the Henrician settlement insofar as the Anglican Church-- something Mary reversed), she was entitled to the throne. Mary was both her persecutor and savior: she arrested her, but she also released her. She then tried to place many conditions upon her freedom, including marriage to men of Mary and Philip's choice, not Elizabeth's. Ultimately, she did not disinherit her, and Elizabeth's transfer to power was as smooth as it was, in large part, because Mary relented and maintained her as heir.

They were also all (although not equally) bonded through being motherless, and being completely orphaned at the same time, also, although at very different stages in their lives. Mary is the only one that truly had any memory of her own mother, was this something they envied? Edward was the only one that truly had the memory of his mother openly honored and revered, was this something his sisters envied? For Elizabeth and Edward, it's another bonding point, although probably not ever one made explicit, or actually discussed: they're off-center, they are only half of what they 'should' or 'would' have been, because half of what made them is no longer there. Did they have this sense that neither could escape, of an absent filial imprint, of the palimpsest of what was there before, desperately searching fresh ink? Of absent or unfulfilled identity, of absent maternal protection?

What do you do when your father is your god? How do you comprehend your world when he's not there anymore?

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That's from an interview of both Julia Fox & John Guy, about their dually authored book, Hunting the Falcon. The quote is about AB, although personally if I said it, it would apply to Anne of Cleves, as well.

#redrosesandcharmingsouls #but yeah mary had a much firmer sense of her mother. it was undeniably tragic that she was separated from her at fourteen #on the other hand; fourteen was the age of maturity then. so technically she had known her mother as both a child and an adult #smth neither edward or elizabeth really had in the same way #also: albeit edward was in a very different situation #he didn't have a younger brother as arthur did #the kingdom was literally without a prince besides very briefly henry nyp for nearly thirty years #but this is part of why i sort of am always like...lol. #@ basically the idea that arthur tudor was perfect and would reign over a comparative utopia as king #arthur was also told he was the most important man in the kingdom since he was a literal infant. #i am sure he could sometimes be an asshole. he just didn't live long enough for us to be able to point to anything specific #whereas hviii was told this at what. eleven? #and we see what happened there. so like. jesus effing christ #at the pastelification of every single arthur tudor lives AU #imagine how TIRED we are......