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springsfordays · 3 years

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Some Fireside Girls Headcanons that make no sense but I like anyway

So to preface this I have nothing to back any of these up. They’re all super ooc headcanons. So think of them as more like suggestions if they were to be written out as actual characters lmao. And of course these are just my own silly headcanons!! I absolutely love seeing other’s characterizations and I thought I share my own :)

Ginger is the athlete of the group. While all of them have athletic abilities Ginger is just a monster when it comes to sports. She even gets accepted into her school’s football team

Ginger only joined the fireside girls because of Isabella for when they were little Isabella joined and not wanting to be alone just kind of followed Isabella around. And I guess she never really stopped in a way

Ginger’s the shyest and most reserved of the group and is actually the most sensitive. Even though she can be sassy when she wants she’s also kind of a nervous wreck at all times. (WILL cry as a warning before she fights you)

Despite being pretty smart Adyson doesn’t apply herself to school and is considered a “bad and sassy child”

She’s basically the snarky comic relief character with a heart of gold

Adyson is in the foster care system

She lets out her frustration with her home life through the fireside girl activities and considers her troop her real family

Holly is the mom friend who is obsessed with safety and being germ free. She‘s basically the only reason the other girls haven’t died from their adventures

She also loves punk rock music and dresses like one in her regular clothes which throws off the other girls because the very definition of punk is to disobey rules and live life dangerously which is very much NOT what Holly does. But hey who are they to judge?

Holly is Nigerian and was in the fireside girls back in her home town but was seen as the “odd one out” in her old troop. But when her and her family came to the U.S. and she joined the main troop she suddenly found her own group of misfits

Holly and Katie live in the same apartment complex and are the closest to one another in the troop

Katie is Swedish, why? Idk it just fits for some reason lmao

Katie has a horror obsession and loves anything gore, psychological thriller, or monster invasion related

Her entire room is decorated wall to wall with horror movie posters, figurines and gothic decor which contrasts her personality so much. But secretly reinforces how Katie has a very scary dark side to her cheerful demeanor

Also she’s adopted!! By two wonderful fathers who are a little creeped out by her fascination with horror and get very nervous when she’s out running around collecting the most dangerous sounding patches ever. But hey as long as Katie’s happy, they’re happy.

Milly is Greek-Italian

Milly’s family is looooadeddd. They are filthy rich

Not only do both her parents come from wealthy families they both became even wealthier. On her father’s side he is a land owner and basically owns all of the housing in Danville. On her mother’s she’s a brilliant Italian-American actress

Milly is extremely materialistic and values her collections and personal stuff very much. Whenever someone is in her room they can’t touch a SINGLE thing

Though even through this she’s genuinely very sweet and will help anyone in need. She’s probably objectively the nicest girl in the troop however she will absolutely destroy you if you provoke her

Gretchen is as smart as Baljeet and the two develop an ugly rivalry

Gretchen is French-American

She lives an extremely quiet life at home. I hc that her mother is deaf, her father a naturally quiet man who can’t stand loud noises, and her sick grandfather can no longer speak or hear. She spent most of her childhood alone and reading books quietly in her home

When she joined the fireside girls she became open to a whole new and loud world that she can’t get enough of now

I’ve got more but this post is long enough lolll.

#phineas and ferb #fireside girls #isabella garcia shapiro #adyson sweetwater #ginger hirano #milly pnf #gretchen pnf #holly pnf #katie pnf #I guess I just think they have a lot of potential to be a diverse group of characters 😔

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camphorror · 3 years

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the only friend who i coul talk about this stuff isnt really interested in talking about me anymore so im just going to type all this overhsaring cap while trying to calm down from crying for 30 minuets an throwing up from the crying

i have an :::aunt”” who hates me because she is literally a raicst who stopped talking to my mother when she decided to marry someone who isnt from the same ethnicity as her and then of course she hates me for being a tainted person for his horrible offense!! i never really knew her she neve rinvited us to birthdays or anything she did at her house with her evil daughters and we did invite them for birthdays because i just very much remember not understanding why she is so distant (compared to my “”normal”” aunt) and just always wanted her to like me up until i grew up old enough to understand why it was that they ere all like this

now fucking 7 YEARS ago was at my grandmas and i was looking at old photos and back then i was very much into ww2 and like 30s-40s time period in europe and all and i was fascinated by all the old photos she had and she allowed me to take a lot of old photos some she wanted me to bring back so i just scanned them and brought them back and some she just let me have i swear to god she let me have them some were of people she didnt know she didnt let me have any of her old photos besides the ones that had 2 copies but she pm let me have all of my grandfather’s (who i have never met) photos from the 30s-40s and these photos were my favourite ting in the world i usedto go over them once every month since fucking 2014 to see if they ware ok i recently planned to try and get an album for them bc i dont think it’s kept well in a box if you ask every close friends i have how many times i told them want to see something cool and showed them these photos i love these photos with all of my heart and they fascinate me i even wanted to san all of them and try to find maybe some site or subreddit that can help me translate some of the writings on the back of some of them as idk what language it even is and it’s all in cursive. not once in the past 7 fucking years (ok actually once but it wasnt here it as my evil aunt) did my grandma ever ask me for these photos because she kne wi have them and i keep them and i cherise them

then suddenly last week when my supposedly normal aunt wwas here because my scumbag aunt visited my grandma when she had fucking pneumonia and my grandma got sick and she’s generally been like weird mentally lately like she’s not 100% in the moment. anyway they were both at her house when she was sick and suddenly suddenly my supposedly normal aunt claims that my grandma wants all the photos back. but does she say it herself? no. my aunt tells it to my mother.i got pissed pff and offended that she didnt call me. i am not a child. after some insufferable back and forth my grandma says she just wants the photos she’s in. ok. whatever. my aunt says she’ll go get copies of them and bring me back i dont care. then suddrnly when i went there to give it to them my aunt asks me if i have more photos and i like yes sure i have [everything i mentioned above] she flis out like i didnt know youhave them give them to me i didn’t know it i will copy of all of them!! like ok first of all not my fault you didnt know you live in almost the other side of the country sincr 2010 youre not suopposed to know that i took photos 7 years ago. notlike i have to share every detail. second of all i liteally did tell her something about this once. ok i tell her i will give her all the photos before she goes home she has a friend who works at a photogrhy store who can copy them for cheap.

so now i know the reason this is happening is bascially my “normal” aunt and ym evil aunt literally manipulate my grandma into caring about these stuff because i know the thing here. THE CRIME here is that my evil aunt does not have these photos. i know she wants them, the reason i took them 7 years ago is that i knew there was no way on earth my mother would have these at any point and i just decided i want them (and my grandmother ALLOWED ME). but whatever. copy the photos have it your way i dont care

now my aunt came to take them todaynd i told her when she called “you are giving me back the original photos i got them 7 years ago it’s not fair to take them” she says ok. i meet her downstairs and i chat to her and i tell her again “really you give me back the original photos ok” and suddenly when she physically has them iin her hand she says no!!! i will give you back the copies!! i say no youre lying i wouldnt have given shit if i knew you’d do this. she starts making excuses about how they need to have the originals because what f they’d want to give it to a fucking holocaust msueusm. i tell ehr why on earth give a meuseum original photos give them the copies. she says no and i was tired and irritated and i just told her whatever she got what she wants by lying so i dont care anymore. and i left her in the street and went home. i lost it on the way it happened an hour ago and im still crying. i cant believe this shit happened. these photos were mayb one of the most important things in my life. i just cried annd cried and lost it and lost my cool and started screaming and hitting everything. i tried calling her telling her it’s not fair she lied to me why is she doing this. i got sick of playing stupid and i said i know they only did this because they want my other aunt to have the photos. she then accused me (and my mother) of being the liars who took the photos and never said i had them (what the fuck?) and then lying saying we don’t have more (literally not true) and then she called me A CRAZY INSANE PERSON for crying and freaking out and telling her i know why all this shit is happening. and she said she doesnt want to talk to me becaus ei’m crazy and she hung up. i literally fell down crying and threw up and hit myself for being so stupid. i now understand why she wanted ALL the photos. including those of random who no one knows. because they just want them to have it.

i know my grandma doesnt love me as much as she loves them. my grandma also stopped talking to my mother once she got married but then she “got around it” but my evil aunt is he rfavourite daughter and her kids are her favourite grandkids and my “nrmal” aunt and them always meet toether and do family stuff together and never with us and they never see anything wrong with it.they even accuse me of “contributing to this stupid fight” even tho it’s insane to even say this like this thing started 2 years before i was born because of RACISTS and i was treated like shit as a child by these ppl but i’m still seen on par with their behaviour!!! so they dont care. i actually wholly believe my grandma want my shitty aunt to have those photos actually. i fele so stupid. this was my favourite possession in the world and i was stupid enough to let it go. i still cant stop crying until now i actually hate everything. im sick of all those insane people in every side of my favmily there are insane people on my father’s side i have sociopathic theives who dont even care their brother fucking died from brain cancer and most of which i dont even fucking know and on my mother’s side there are just a bunch fo self obsessed freaks who hate me for the crime of being born

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mindlcssartist · 4 years

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is that [LAURA HARRIER]? no, that’s just [ADELAIDE 'ADDIE' ATKINS]. [SHE] is [TWENTY-SEVEN] years old and is a [B&B OWNER]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [FOUR YEARS]. on a good day, they’re [RESILENT & ALOCENTRIC]. but watch out! they can also be [DECEITFUL & TACITURN]. [GROWING PAINS BY ALESSIA CARA] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

tw: child neglect, arson, cheating.

hello hello hello! you all can call me g and i invited myself to this party to introduce to you my baby addie SO, without further ado, let’s do it shall we?

H I S T O R Y

Adelaide Atkins Savoy is the daughter of Edward Atkins, an English salesman/conman and Ann Savoy, a French teacher that came from a (somewhat) noble family.

The Atkins family moved to Peachtree, Georgia from England when Addie was five years old after a business initiated by Edward, her father, went awry with the Savoys. Addie’s grandpa, who probably lost the most out of the business con but loved Addie to no end and wanted her grandkid to have a decent life, decided to fly the Atkin-Savoy family and bought them a wonderful, luxurious home on Addie’s name.

Her childhood was… an odd one, to say the least. Her parents still acted like they were part of the Savoy family while in Georgia (and with the housing/jobs Addie’s grandpa got them, there was no reason to doubt them) so they fit perfectly with Georgia’s finest, they were living a double life of sorts, socialités in debt who schemed their wealthiest friends without them knowing. Her parents promptly got Addie to work alongside them, either as a distraction or as an active asset in their plans and she couldn’t quite deny her skills to them alas, Addie did stuff she wasn’t proud of, illegal stuff she could get away with because no one suspected the little girl with the ponytails.

Edward Michael Atkins Savoy, Addie’s younger brother was born when Adelaide was around eleven. Ann lost interest on Eddie pretty quickly so Addie pretty much raised the kid as well as she could after she turned thirteen. The two formed an unbreakable bond very quickly.

She learned many skills during her time with her parents: pick locking, html, pickpocketing, boxing, sewing (which served the young woman well when her parents decided to stop buying their kids clothes and she started making them for the two of them instead), whatever her parents required of her and whatever she could learn to make sure her brother was well taken care of, she’d learn.

CHILD NEGLECT TW The worst instance of their parents neglecting both Addie and Eddie happened right after Eddie turned five. Their friends found out about how the couple had played them and the Atkins family lost all respect within the community, so they quickly started to go in debt with banks and strangers to try to live the life Ann and Edward were so used to. By this time, the matrimony had mostly forgotten their kids to the point where they stopped providing for them unless they needed Adelaide for some job, so it was all Addie’s responsibility to not only care for her brother but her parents somehow. She started working (an honest job) when she was fourteen and never truly stopped.

ARSON TW when Addie was seventeen, one year from graduating high school Edward and Ann made a decision: they needed money to pay off credit debts and alas, they needed to burn down the house the Savoys had bought for the family because they needed the insurance money. Addie started to storage as many stuff as she could when she was informed of what was going to happen (was guilt-tripped into staying silent) and the night her parents actually burnt the house down, Addie grabbed Eddie, everything she had gathered, a car a friend had lend to her and flee Peachtree, the two siblings didn’t look back. Adelaide didn’t finish High School.

After the two siblings escaped Peachtree, they situated in Arkansas for about a year, where Addie worked around two, three jobs in order to take care of herself and Eddie. No longer after a friend encouraged her to give her testimony (and all the proof she had gathered that backed up the claim that the fire had been premeditated) and she put her parents in jail for arson and child neglect, gaining her brother’s full custody and whatever money was left from the insurance payment.

The Atkins have lived in: Florida, North and South Carolina, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Indiana, Maine, New York and now New Jersey, always trying to make a home out of these places to no avail.

In one of these cities, Adelaide met a dark, mysterious man who she quickly fell in love with when she was no more than twenty-three years old and for the first time in her life, she opened her heart and mind, fully, to someone else other than her brother and close friends. However, not everything was a fairytale: it didn’t take long until Addie discovered the man she had fallen in love with was engaged to be married to another woman, and their relationship ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her completely shattered and heartbroken and thus, the Atkins siblings arrived to their final destination: Springhill because it was their next point in the map. they’ve lived in the city for a little over four years now.

After working as a waitress/bartender/cook/whatever she could get to make a living for her and Eddie, Addie got a letter from the Savoy family one day with the news that her grandfather had died and had left behind a trust fund for her, enough money for the two siblings to live off comfortably for the rest of their lives. However, the oldest decided to only use enough to buy a nice house for the two of them and to open a modest, lovely b&b, their major source of income. They have a nice life.

She and Eddy don’t really talk about their past a lot, unless any of the parts truly trust the person they tell their story to.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Most days, Addie is one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, the kind of girl who smiles at everyone she meets and greets strangers with a smile on the daily. She likes making people around her happy. She thrives when people around her shine.

However, she can be very closed off and go as far as to be very deceitful? I mean, she is sharp, even though people don’t think she is because they write her off as a “southern belle” type, but what most people don’t know is she can be cunning whenever she sets her mind on it, she learned from a very young age how to take advantage of everything she had to get what she had her mind settled on.

The one thing she cares the most about in the world is her brother, Eddie. The boy is pretty much her own and has been since the day he was born, she would stop at nothing to make sure he is fine and he is happy.

Her hobbies include painting and sculpting (which she makes some money off of), gardening (the Atkins sibling’s home is a glorified zen garden by now) and designing (she sometimes uses this skill to make clothes for selling to friends and acquaintances).

She has fleeting relationships that never take to anything serious (committing issues plus a ton of other issues let’s be honest), but it doesn’t mean she isn’t opposed to the idea. She simply believes it’s not in her destiny to find the one.

Loyal to no end, good god. It takes a lot for her to feel comfortable with someone to call them her friend but once she does, she is the most loyal friend. Also the mom friend, no matter how close you are. If it’s even a little bit chilly outside and she sees a stranger shivering she WILL give them her sweater, has medicine and candy on her at all times.

She can be quite impetuous and extremely curious to the verge of being noisy, but never in a malicious way, unless you mess with someone she cares about.

Whatever you throw her way, she’ll land on her feet.

P L O T S (*will be a wc on main)

Ex-boyfriend*: There could be many ways to go with this, many reasons why he never told her he was engaged in the first place or why he lead her to believe he was equally in love with her, but boy do we love the angst in this household and I would love to see what this connection could bring.

Best friend: Either the best friend who help the Atkins while the lived in Georgia (preferably) or a new friendship they’ve built in the years they’ve been in Springhill Addie would be nothing without this person. She trusts them more than her own shadow and would kill for them in a heartbeat.

Foreign cousins: Maybe someone seeking vengeance because of what Addie’s father did to the family? Maybe they don’t even know they are related, everyone loves having someone you can tell “well, now i know where the craziness comes from”.

Muse: Whenever she’s stressed or just… inspiration strikes, Addie calls this person to either use them as a model or a canvass. She has every line of their body engraved on her memory and she still finds them fascinating and could spend hours painting them. We can discuss what shape this plot could potentially take.

People she works for: Either her art or the clothes she makes, I’d love to write about any of those.

Hook-ups: past, present, ended in good terms, ended in bad terms, one-sided infatuations that couldn’t go over due to Addie’s commitment issues… I want it all!

Possible love interest who will make her want to commit for once and open her heart again??????

Friends, enemies, neighbors… just love my baby, she and Eddie will love you back!

Okay, wow, if you made it through… honestly bless you and you deserve a freaking award. if you read this mess (i literally haven’t slept AT ALL because i wanted to binge the politician and idk if it makes any sense) and you still wanna plot, hmu of like this post and i’ll come to you!

#springhillintro

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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surveys by -thoughtlessdork

Have you ever had the chicken pox? No. I’m constantly in a place of waiting for it to pass by, because everyone tells me all people are bound to have it at one point in their lives (idk how true that is, though). I am also told it gets a lot suckier as one gets older, so...not too thrilled about it at all.

how often do you do laundry? I don’t handle that chore myself, but it’s done 1–2 times a week in our house.

Have you ever been evicted? Nopes.

would you grow your own garden? I don’t see that happening. I’m a magnet for killing plants.

do you know anyone who snores? I do.

Trigger warning kinda, by the end.

what is your favorite font? Proxima Nova. It’s the default font that my org used for all documents and works-in-progress, and it ended up becoming my actual real-life favorite. I’ve always picked out that font even outside of org matters.

do you know what a wombat is? Sure.

would you make a good movie critic? Not at all. I don’t know enough about different filmmaking elements to make a reliable critic. I’ve criticized things like acting, plots, and dialogues in the past, of course; but there’s still so many things that go into films that aren’t overtly projected like lighting, symbolism, hidden meanings, etc. I don’t have a very good nose for those.

what goal are you aiming for this year? In the last 8 weeks of the year? Hmm...avoiding corona would be at the top of that list, lmao.

are you currently reading any books at the moment? No. I’ve stopped opening the book I used to constantly mention on here.

when i say foxy lady what comes to mind? Beyoncé’s character in the Austin Powers movie she was in lol; her name was Foxxy.

would you have liked to have lived during the Victorian times? Wasn’t this era like a golden age of sorts for the UK? I’d love to visit for that purpose; but given the still-horrible hygiene and living conditions for most people of the time, I wouldn’t choose to live there.

would you own a Siamese cat? No.

have you ever had an ultimate adrenaline rush? I don’t think so. I’ve had bursts of energy in the past, but I wouldn’t call any of them an ultimate adrenaline rush.

do you like deviled eggs? I’ve never had them; it’s not a common dish here. But they always look so good in the American shows I watch??? I really hope they taste as good as they look.

what tends to upset you? Hearing anything about animal abuse.

what's the farthest you've walked? I can’t give you a distance, but my parents opted for us to walk the whole time we were in Bali (except if we had a tour day which included transportation). Walking in an unfamiliar - and very humid - country and not knowing where anything is (this was before food and travel apps got as detailed as they are today) and ending up walking long stretches because you can’t locate any good local spots is a very easy way to run out of patience, apparently.

what is your favorite horror movie? Carrie was pretty fun.

what does your favorite shirt look like? It’s a twist on the Chicago flag, made black and red and with a raised fist in the middle. At the back it says “CM Punk: Best in the World.” Been my favorite and most overused shirt for the past 9 years. My friends tease me about it sometimes, but I don’t care lol, the shirt is very significant to me.

is your life like a daily routine? It is, but I prefer that it is. I like when things are in my control and, for the most part, predictable. I enjoy spontaneity in short bursts.

were you ever told as a child if you eat carrots you'll have pretty eyes? So many times.

what career are you most interested in? Communications and media, so it’s great that I’m headed there so far.

have you ever seen a rooster? Sure.

what time do you usually wake up? I wake up wake up by 7:30 or 8 AM, but I usually also wake up for a bit any time between 4–6 AM. Sometimes I choose to stay up from then, and sometimes I’d want to go back to sleep.

what do you think about religion? It’s good when people use it for good, or if it has helped save a person’s life. In my own personal experience, though, it’s beenhard to find Christians who aren’t hypocritical. So even though I see religion’s potential, I don’t have a lot of trust in believers themselves.

what made you feel most accomplished in your life so far? Graduating college.

have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? I saw the super blue blood moon two years ago, which according to a quick Google search is a lunar eclipse! So yeah, I’ve seen one.

what are you allergic to? No allergies.

do you ever feel like people hold things you do or say against you? Only my mom does this.

what can't you afford but wish you could? Front-row Wrestlemania tickets. My childhood (and now adulthood) dream is to go to Mania 50 which is only 14 years from now, but at least I still have more than enough time to save up for it.

what is one word that sums up this year so far? Revelatory. ever felt like you were putting your life in danger? [trigger warning] Yes, it’s called suicidal tendencies. what do you like with your eggs? If scrambled, with cheese. If omelette...stuff that crap up with everything lol. Tomatoes, bell peppers, mushrooms, cheese, ham, bacon, and onions are all good in my book. what remedy do you partake when experiencing the common cold? The good ol’ wait-for-it-to-go-away life hack. would you ever spend a weekend in the mountains in a log cabin? That sounds amazing. I sure would. have you ever been called a psycho? No. have you ever taken martial arts? would you? No but I was always a little envious of my cousin who was taken to taekwondo class every weekend when we were kids. Sure, I’d take classes if I had the chance. who is someone you look up to? Nacho, but he’s gone now. is there something you're anxious about? I have work jitters for tomorrow, but they’re manageable for now. Otherwise I’m feeling pretty good. what is the longest you've gone without sleep? A little above 24. what is the longest you've been on the phone? This makes me cringe now, but it was like 8 hours long or something like that. It was still the ~honeymoon phase of that relationship and we were still clingy. We never did it again after that. do you care about calories? No. do you know someone with a really annoying laugh? Nah, can’t think of anyone. what band do you mostly always listen to no matter what mood? Paramore. have you ever been to Indianapolis? Nope.

what type of bread do you like to eat? I eat white bread all the time, but my favorite kind is brioche. do you have any great great grandparents still living? Two greats is a bit too much don’t you think? Lmao. Anyway, my last great-grandparent died in 2010. I never knew my dad’s grandparents, and my great-grandfather on my mom’s side had died all the way back in the 70s. what is one country that you really want to visit someday? India. who usually cooks or what do you usually crave the most? Those are two different questions haha. My parents take turn cooking; and as for my craving, I find myself seeking sushi most of the time. ever been associated in a program that was a complete waste of time? Yep, like that one time I had to attend this 5-hour mandatory program/seminar before my driver’s license could be issued to me; it taught me nothing I didn’t already know about driving, and it used driving tutorials that I’m pretty sure were recorded in the 90s. This seminar took place in 2016. do weird numbers call your phone? Not regularly. Occasionally an unknown number will come in, but I reject all those. where are you right now? Sitting up on my bed. do you tend to care about other people's feelings more than your own? Yes. I really shouldn’t. what type of lifestyle do you want to obtain? if you haven't obtained it [trigger warning] I haven’t even figured out yet if I love life enough to want to stay in it. A type of lifestyle isn’t much of a priority for now. what was something that use to frighten you as a child? Getting lost at the mall. have you ever been on a train? Just once. who's been in your life the longest? did you expect this person to still be around? Apart from family, Angela. Yes, she’s here for the long haul. how do you feel about anatomy? Fascinating. I’d take a class on it. Insert interesting fact here: Read this on Reddit a few days ago, so I’ll just copy-paste the whole thing: “When Jadwiga, the King of Poland (medieval Poland referred to every ruler as King regardless of gender), was considering a marriage proposal from the Grand Duke of Lithuania, a chief concern among her court was that said Duke was rumored to have massive genitals to the point that they would kill his wife on their wedding night. Two of her councilors volunteered to travel to Lithuania to try and discover the truth of these rumors, which naturally meant they would watch the Duke as he bathed. They returned and happily reported that not only weren’t the Duke’s genitals fatally large, they were in fact a tad smaller than average, so nothing to worry about. Thus Poland and Lithuania were united, and the rest is history.” Got a chuckle out of that one when I read it that I just had to scroll through the entire thread again just to be able to share it here lmao.

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merakiaes · 5 years

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Princess - Sandor Clegane

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Lannister!reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings/notes: I combined these, I hope that’s okay! Slight bit of cursing maybe, idk. Sorry this took so long and if it’s not what you wanted, I changed it up a little bit

Wordcount: 2336

Summary: You’re Cersei’s oldest child, you walk in on Joffrey taunting Sandor.

Sometimes, everything in your life just suddenly seems really simple. It’s like everything shifts in a moment. And you step out of your body. Out of your life. You step out and you see where you are really clearly and you think… Fuck. This. Shit.

Living in the Red Keep as the only legitimate child of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, despite it not being the life you had wanted, had been bearable up until this point.

You loved your father, your siblings, and your uncles and grandfather. But your mother was something else entirely.

She was the devil in disguise.

Of course you knew of your mother’s affair with your uncle. You weren’t stupid. Many others knew as well, you had gathered over the years, but no one ever dared to bring it up out loud.

You had always been your father’s pride and joy, and for this simple reason, your mother had been cold to you your whole life, despite being told off by Jaime, Tyrion and Tywin on more occasions than you could count.

But when your father had died, your mother had seen this as her chance to raise you her way.

Too bad she was so wrapped up in herself she couldn’t realize you had finished growing up by this point, and this was who you were now.

The royal life had been bearable when your father had still been alive, but now you were about ready to jump out a window just to get away.

“A princess shouldn’t curse.” “A princess doesn’t socialize with common scum.” “A princess doesn’t run around outside.” “A princess doesn’t play with swords.” “A princess doesn’t need books.”

Princess, princess, princess, princess.

That was everything you seemed to have to your name. And you were tired of it.

Your uncles and father had been the only bearable company to you before everything went to shit. Now your father was dead, Tyrion was off with Bronn the whole day, everyday, and your mother had Jaime wrapped around her littlefinger so tight that everything he would tell you was to listen to her.

You felt trapped. You had nothing to do during the days.

You wanted to go outside and have fun. Could you? No, princesses don’t play with swords. Princesses don’t associate with anyone but the people in the Red Keep.

You wanted to spend time in the library, to read. But could you? No. Because a princess didn’t have to learn things for herself. They were supposed to have a prince to do everything for them.

It was all a load of horsecrap.

All while you had grown up, you had been a sweet girl. Almost too sweet for your own good. But ever since the feud between your family and the Starks broke out, you had found yourself getting more and more bitter by the second.

You were basically a mixture of Myrcella and your mother, by this point. Without the psychopathic part from the latter, that is.

While you were still as sweet as ever, always so loving and caring, you had lost your ability of keeping your mouth shut if annoyed.

Now, anywhere else in the world, it might have been a good quality to be able to defend yourself. But when you were a princess? Oh no. It just wouldn’t do.

But your sudden change of attitude had drawn the attention of Sandor Clegane.

You hadn’t noticed at first, figuring he was just looking out for Joffrey as he always seemed to be following you around, tormenting you as you went about your day.

But you soon noticed how his eyes would linger a little longer than usual, and how the corners of his lips would turn up slightly every time you spoke back to your brother.

And this in turn, caused you to start noticing him more, as well. There was something about him. Something about the way he watched you.

You hadn’t paid him much thought before, when your father had still been alive, but as everything started changing around you, so did your view of the younger of the Cleganes.

You would often find yourself watching him as he stood by Joffrey, taking in every detail.

His body, flecked with scars, was a puzzle of near misses and mistakes he’d never make again, and you found yourself fascinated at the sight of him.

With this you had started greeting him more often, smiling at him every time you got the chance. But you had never spoken, not really, seeing as he was always stuck with your baby brother.

Speaking of whom, Joffrey had become even more unbearable than he had been before. And being the little shit he was, he, of course, took advantage of this, jumping at every opportunity he got to annoy you.

This left you hating him even more than you had before your father’s death, which in turn left you to avoid him, just like you tried your best at doing your mother.

But today, you didn’t seem to be in luck, at all.

Not only had you been whisked away by your mother the whole afternoon, but now you would have to confront Joffrey, as well.

You were honestly debating just turning around and walking away from your spot in the doorway where you had walked in on Joffrey taunting the Hound with a burning torch, knowing he could very well be a nice dog, so to say, and live it through.

But as you caught sight of the tiny, brief flicker of fear running over the man’s face as Joffrey got a little too close with the fire, your body launched you into action all by itself.

“What in the Seven are you doing?!” You cursed as you rushed into the room, holding your skirts in your hands to get by faster.

Joffrey turned to look at you with a big grin. “Ah! What a nice surprise. Come, sister! I was just playing with the dog. Look at him, isn’t it funny?” He laughed as he whipped the torch in front of his face again, causing him to flinch slightly.

“Give me that, you little brat!” You shot at him, wasting no time in snatching the burning piece of wood from your brother’s hand, rushing over to dip it into a bucket of water to kill the flame.

Joffrey gasped, hand going to his chest as he turned to look at you, finally leaving Sandor alone. “What did you call me?!”

“Oh, please. Stop playing so important.” You sneered at him as you put away the torch so that he wouldn’t be able to light it again.

“Are you talking back to me?!” Joffrey wailed back, looking at you with a bewildered expression.

“Yes, that’s usually how a conversation works.” You told him, your eyes coming to meet his, annoyance evident on your face. “Just because people serve you, don’t mean you get to torment them as you like, Joffrey!”

“That is exactly what it means!” He protested. “I am king now, I do what I want!”

“You’re nothing but a mewling quim!” You yelled. “You forget your place. You may be king, but not in the slightest are you the one who calls the shots around here. I am still your older sister. Speak to me like that again and you’ll find out what shoe leather goes through before it becomes one of your boots.”

Joffrey opened his mouth to fight back, but you held up a finger. “I think it’s time for you to go rest. You look tired.”

“I’m not t-”

“You’re tired.” You interrupted again, giving him a pointed glare. “Rest. Now.”

He looked at you for a moment, mouth hanging open in shock, before he finally moved to walk out of the room, leaving with an angry cry.

You turned to look at Sandor the second your brother was out of sight, hard eyes softening as you took in his still anxious state. “Are you alright?” You asked

He turned to look at you, a scowl coming to rest on his face. “I didn’t need your help.” He snarled, most likely trying to intimidate you into leaving.

But your soft gaze didn’t shift from his face, scanning how he was, to you, so obviously trying to mask the fear he had been feeling only moments before.

“I know you didn’t.” You said. “But doesn’t mean I didn’t want to help, anyways.”

A thick silence fell over the two of you as Sandor didn’t answer. You leaned back on the heels of your feet slightly, hands coming to clasp in front of you as you spoke again.

“I notice you watching me, you know.” You spoke, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Sandor turned to look at you at this, speaking with teeth on full display. “It’s my job.”

Your smile widened. “No, I think you like me.” You confessed.

“Is this one of the times you want me to lie to protect your delicate feelings?” He shot back, annoyance lacing his voice and dripping from his words.

You knew he was speaking to you this way to make you go away, but you had never been good at detecting danger. Even if you did sense the vibe he was sending off in that moment, you weren’t afraid of him. You never had been.

And this only seemed to make him even more irritated, the man wanting nothing more than to be left alone. But here you were, smile only widening at the words that were spoken with the intent of scaring you off.

But that was why he like you, in the first place. Not that he would ever admit it.

“I notice everything. I just act like I don’t.” You told him, smiling. “And I’ve noticed how you look at me. I know you prefer my company over Joffrey’s, so there’s no point to stand there and lie. ”

He narrowed his eyes at you, teeth barring like he was an actual dog. But with the way Joffrey was treating him, you wouldn’t be surprised if it actually came to him thinking that.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked then, voice rough. “Why are you always doing that?”

You frowned at this, not knowing what he was getting at. “Doing what?”

He scowled. “Treating me like I’m human.”

You raised an eyebrow, smile turning into one of amusement. “Aren’t you?”

“No.” He said. “I’m a killer.”

You looked into his eyes, the two of you entering some kind of stubborn staring contest as both of you tried to win the argument.

“Sometimes villains don’t actually want to be villains.” You spoke, twisting your hands around in front of you. “But that’s just the thing isn’t it? The greatest risk any of us will take is to be seen as we are, when someone knows your story they know you. And they can hurt you. That’s what you’re so afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid!” Sandor suddenly yelled, admittedly causing you to jump in fright and shock, but not enough to leave you actually scared.

He watched with a scowl as you flinched at the volume of his voice, but still didn’t run off. Instead you kept looking at him, with those soft, Lannister green eyes of yours.

“Liar.” You just said, eyes hardening slightly as if attempting to break him, but he only scowled deeper at that.

“Everyone’s afraid of something. And it’s not a bad thing. I saw the way you reacted to that fire. Joffrey might be too stupid to see it, but I did.” You continued, eyes narrowing slightly in stubbornness. “I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

He scoffed. “I don’t need your help, or your worry or your care. I like being alone. So leave me alone.”

You looked him for a moment, still seeing how he was so obviously battling his own emotions. You knew he would come to realize he didn’t have to be alone, soon enough. But if you were going to be the person he came to when that happened, you wanted it to be in his own time.

“Fine.” You finally agreed, unclasping your hands. “You can’t keep it all inside. Bottling it up won’t do any good. You’ll find that out sooner or later, and you know where to find me when you do. Have a nice day, Sandor.”

And with that, you gave him one of those warm smiles that left him all sickeningly warm inside, and left him alone.

Only now that you had, he found himself regretting ever wanting to.

Some weeks passed, and Sandor had barely dodged being burned by the Wildfire that was burning bright on the sea, sending him into absolute panic.

He wanted to get as far away from there as he could. Away from snotty King and his mother, away from the stuck up bitches walking around taunting him all day long; away from King’s Landing.

He was terrified; frantic and panic-stricken with his heart caught in his throat. But instead of leaving like he planned, he found himself walking through the castle corridors in the other direction, seconds later knocking on a door.

And as the door opened, he found himself falling into the arms of the only person he wouldn’t have to confess his fear to out loud, knowing they would see it for themself and provide him with the safety he needed without any questions asked.

Wrapping your arms around his body, you pulled Sandor inside, closing the door behind you, and slowly but surely, the painful memories of the green blaze faded away to the sounds of your comforting whispers.

“I’m here. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

You whispered into his neck as you held him, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel the need to hide who he really was.

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moonlitgleek · 5 years

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I would love to hear your thoughts about Fire and Blood when you finish it! (Or not even when you finish it, just whenever, cuz you're amazing!) 💕

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I am halfway through and I intend to go back and reread each chapter once I finish since I keep blowing through pages because I want to know all the things, which is not very good for proper processing. But a few of the things that jumped at me so far:

(spoilers for Fire and Blood volume 1 under the cut)

1. Gyldayn seems more rambly and prone to ponder sexual scandals than Yandel. He spent waaaay too much time talking about that, and while sexuality is at the heart of some conflicts, the way he went on about the story of Coryanne Wylde and the sordid details of how she was “examined” really undermines his position as a historian and makes me overly iffy on him. Also, there are private conversations between Jaehaerys and Alysanne that I’d really like to know his source on.

2. Speaking of authors, what the actual fuck George? You’d think that in a book that goes so into detail about unconfirmed scandals he’d have the room to expand on someone like, idk, Argella Durrandon? He had the chance to make her story a bit better but he not only did he uphold her forceful loss of voice being the last we hear of her, he compounded the matter by also having Marla Sunderland’s tongue removed before she was packed off to the Silent Sisters. Literal stripping of women’s voices for defiance, by their own men no less, when it’s so unnecessary and so singular in its gendered use in the plot infuriates me. There is a lot of overlap between gender and silencing of voice in this (Argella, Marla, Ceryse Hightower, Rhaena Targaryen). UGH.

3. On the topic of women, Torrhen Stark’s daughter not only does not have a name, she is completely unmentioned in Jonos Arryn’s rebellion, nor by her nephew (?) Alaric with either Alysanne or Jaehaerys. Looks a bit peculiar since Alaric obviously brooded on the consequences of Targaryen decision for his family in the case of Jaehaerys and those he sent to the Wall, so is there any particular reason Torrhen’s daughter goes completely unmentioned even when the topic of marriage was raised and southern matches brought up, George?

4. Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys are outright referred to as the three heads of the dragon. It’s no longer symbolic or understood but an explicit connection. That’s way too obvious for me to buy that Rhaegar’s Aegon and Rhaenys don’t point straight to a recreation of the Conquest Trio.

5. The war of escalating atrocities between Dorne and the Targaryens is terrible but I feel like there is a conscious effort to make the Targaryens seem better somewhat? The mention of them trying to negotiate at this point before actually utilizing dragonflame is weird because it is not consistent with anything in the Conquest. I don’t know what to do with that part.

6. The First Dornish War makes Daeron I’s folly in the conquest more obvious. Dornish terrain is as much an element to conquer as Dornish people and it costs a lot to manage it. Keeping conquered Dornish ground is bloody hard even with dragons. Daeron even leaves a Tyrell in charge just like Aegon.

7. Is it just me or does the Targaryen succession look weird in early days? Jaehaerys is referred to as the rightful heir by all rights then a few pages later it’s nope, Aerea is then suddenly we’re talking about Rhaena’s claim even though every reference to Targaryen succession before that points to a male-preference primogeniture. Alysanne takes issue with Jaehaerys treating Aemon as his heir over Daenerys even though Jaehaerys’ accession is tarnished based on that principle. There is a distinct vibe of seeing the son of Rhaenys the Queen Who Never Was as the expected heir of Aemon rather than Rhaenys herself (though this could partly because Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys wanted to put forward a potential male heir to offset Baelon being seen as the natural successor - since when was Baelon seen as the natural successor though? That apparently wasn’t only Jaehaerys’ sentiment so was that a popular view while Aemon lived or a reaction to Baelon avenging Aemon? Was Aemon aware and that’s why he made a comment to Rhaenys about liking a grandson, or was that regular era preference of male heirs?). Main takeaway though is that Jaehaerys passing over Rhaenys had nothing with extant competing claims but was about regarding Baelon as a natural successor for his gender, age and prowess. Jaehaerys pretty much didn’t even consider Rhaenys. Headdesk. You’re killing me, man.

8. I feel like the characters of Rhaena Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon are being walked back. The point where apparently Septon Barth comments that Alyssa undoubtedly wanted to do the right thing but didn’t know what that was flies in the face of her previously established actions. I don’t like how she was taken down from an active and conscious political player, to a confused and almost secondary player next to Rogar (much preferred him when he was Robar, both the name and the person) till their final tiff, to a womb and another casualty of childbirth with the emphasis being on her children. Rhaena may have called out the latter but the whole thing feels like a punishment for Alyssa for first opposing Jaehaerys and Alysanne then opposing Rogar. As for Rhaena, she swings between political sacrifice for the greater good to treating Jaehaerys and Alysanne with contempt for it. Resentment is perfectly normal and understandable but Rhaena surpasses that. She is purposely cast in an unfavorable light and her sexuality is strongly used to frame it.

9. There is a bit of exoneration after the fact to Jaehaerys sentencing most of Maegor’s Kingsguard to the Wall on contradicting arguments. I get his point about oathbreaking but punishing those who deserted Maegor because they didn’t uphold their vows to protect hum while also punishing those who didn’t desert him for defending and enabling a murderous usurper is extremely contradictory. That the two knights who deserted Maegor then deserted the Night’s Watch and a caused a conflict that claimed the life of Walton Stark neatly brushes this quandary off because it demonstrates that Jaehaerys was right.

10. I love how Septon Barth and Alysanne often work as a team in pushing Jaehaerys towards one policy or another. On more than one occasion, one of them makes the argument and the other comes with the definitive final strike. I love the women’s court and Alysanne’s Laws though I think there is a certain vagueness in the way Jaehaerys codified inheritance in the Widow’s Law. I’m still midway through Viserys I’s tenure though so I don’t know if this will be raised in any sort of legal argument for the Dance but it’s a non-issue so far.

11. I hate how Daella Targaryen was written. I hate how we keep adding names to the “death by childbirth” list. I hate how the child brides keep getting ignored. This is too conspicuous in the case of Daella and her daughter Aemma Arryn. Queen Alysanne held herself and especially Jaehaerys to blame for Daella’s death because she felt that, at 16-17, they wed her too early and that contributed to her death in childbed. But it’s treated like a non-issue that Aemma married Viserys at 11 and was bedded at 13.

12. I’m indescribably charmed by how Baelon the Brave got his epithet by booping a dragon on the nose. Also, the relationship between Aemon and Baelon, and Baelon and Alyssa. Too bad we can’t have nice things.

13. I already lost my shit over this in DMs with you but still, Aerea Targaryen! Aerea Targaryen! Oh my god. I was equally horrified and fascinated. A speculated trip to Valyria that resulted in the princess’ body being inhabited by “worms with faces” or “snakes with hands” made of fire and heat that cooked her body from the inside. This surpasses Valyria being a thin place or geophysically unstable. This means there is a Lovecraftian horror capable of using human bodies (and non-human bodies, Balerion was wounded as well but dragons are fire made flesh so that probably protected him) as vessels to… spread? Take over? Turn people into dragonic/fire abominations? Also, also, is that take over possible for anyone or is whatever is dormant in Targaryen DNA that tends to emerge with the use of magic in the form of babies with dragon-like qualities (though it appeared in non-magical cases) makes them more susceptible?

COMPARE TO THE OTHERS. A Lovecraftian horror made of ice and another made of fire. Blood magic probably behind the creation (calling?) of both. We still don’t know how the Others came to be and there has been legitimate rebuttals to the show’s version of their creations BUT I think what could be taken from the show is the suggestion that this is blood magic gone wrong.Both take over human bodies though differently (is this linked to living bodies being warm and dead ones growing cold? Is that why the fire-based monstrosity manifests in living creatures while the Others trades in dead bodies? The things beneath Aerea’s skin burst out either when they felt the cold of the ice bath the maesters put her in or when she suffered cardiac arrest and died. Either way it’s connected to cold) The cosmic balance between ice and fire has deeper roots….. now I’m really curious as to the nature of the magic of the Wall that keeps ice and fire firmly separated.

14. We are slowly building a succession history for the Starks: Torrhen Stark -> son (?) Brandon -> son Walton -> brother Alaric -> grandson Edric -> Ellard of undetermined relation. That’s how as far as I got in the book but that’s too far from the Benjen Stark that starts the Stark family tree in TWOIAF. Cregan Stark was already Lord of Winterfell by 129 so that’s a period of 28 years between that and the Great Council that also fits the aforementioned Benjen and his son Rickon, Cregan’s father and grandfather.

15. I’m so not a fan of the art in this book. It ranges from blatantly inaccurate (Aemond and Luke during the Dance, SIGH), to exaggerated (Elinor Costayne is weird in that art with Maegor. Also, did she wait to react till she climbed the entire Iron Throne? And Jaehaerys was cool and measured in his response to Maegor’s supporters after landing in the Red Keep. WHY does he look like he is yelling in the art?) to weird (Which of the Black Brides is dressed like a septa and why? Why does Jaehaerys look like all of 8 at his coronation when he was actually 14?). Perhaps that’s a bit nitpicky but I’m not impressed tbh.

16. GRRM overdid it with Jaehaerys’ reign imo. There is writing conflict because peace and prosperity is dull to write, and there is cramming every possible conflict under the sun in the story. Was there anything missing? I count family drama, political intrigues, succession questions, plague, policy changes, financial crisis, winter, and mini-rebellions. He reigned for a long time so I get it but at one point it was one conflict after another that I’m having trouble reconciling what I read with previous descriptions of Jaehaerys’ reign.

17. There is a lot to talk about with Jaehaerys and Alysanne but I want to get the timeline straight and give it some more thought. But I will say that as delighted as I am with all the women in Alysanne’s story and with Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s relationship reflected in policy, it’s monumentally disappointing to read about his relationship with his daughters. There was an underlining gentleness in how he treated his mother Alyssa and Rhaena that was sorely missing with some of his daughters. I came out of this part feeling really off and unsettled. And sad. So very sad. WTF, Jaehaerys. Just WTF.

That’s my preliminary thoughts on the first half of the book. It’s mostly feelings with a side of unsubstantiated and unresearched spiraling. Politics, worldbuilding and themes tend to appear on later reads.

(Edit: part two is here)

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isaacathom · 6 years

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i think the fundamental issue here is that like..... his life is boring??? though perhaps thats because of the meandering way it was written. if it was structured better and cleaner, cut down to half the fucking length, maybe itd be interesting to read out. like how his dad was raised in the gorbals and came to melbourne age 19 and forged a life for himself, but one that involved him essentially abandoning his family early on and beating his oldest son, and how he lied his way into the military and died suddenly of a heart attack aged 60 or so. like. theres a lot to unpack just there alone and it wouldve been kinda interesting to me to read about my great grandfather Robert, given he died before even my mother was born, and when my dad was an infant. or more about his grandfather, Mick, with the ‘fake’ irish accent and how he married a widow with 10 children and left barely a year after their 1st child (her 11th) was born, and how he constantly showed up on that childs (gordons mom) doorstep to leech off her. theres a lot there.

or some of the more Fun and Not Gross stories from granddad, like the car accident while he was delivering chemist stuff, or his time in the scouts, or his time in the army, or him building the glenndale motel. stuff about his kids. like, what struck me about his sections on his kids (my father glenn and my uncle dale, dale being older) is that dale barely gets a mention. like, yea, my son dale and his three kids (0 mention of his wife and the divorce, probably for the best but i mean <.< oo) are cool, and dale has a steady job. but ooOHH GLENN, MY BOY, HE MOVED TO MELBOURNE TO PLAY FOOTY AND BECAME A BRANCH MANAGER AND HE CAME WITH US AROUND THE WORLD and its like......... what about your oldest son?? does he not matter because he doesnt have the disposable income required to go gallivanting around the world? because he doesnt constantly look after you? wild.

like i dont think granddads life is really all the interesting, simply because it basically stops being cool around age 20. he gets married, has steady employment, $$$, and he opens a hotel. bam. hes basically set. the rest of the book is just shit about like, other hotels and the drama combined, along with a depression aside about his friend Des which comes out of fucking nowhere and leaves just as fast. like oh shit.. he died- and ohp we’re off to the next story alright uhh rest in peace des, i suppose. theres actually a lot of those tangents, and theyre actually kind of cool. stuff about how he met up with Stekes years after they were in scouts (Stekes was his scout leader) and how stekes mourns the fact that none of ‘his boys’ have ever come to see him. thats like, genuinely moving, yknow! that this guy put so much passion into leading this kids int he scouts and none of them have basically given him a second thought. his life wouldve been fascinating, and his firing from the scouts for like, stealing money or something, was sorta tragic in that way! and its like, i would probably enjoy reading about Stekes more than about my granddad. or about some of his friends in scouts or in the army. more about Eleanor, who basically pops up in his memoir out of nowhere and well shit i guess theyre married now! ok! like....... someones life is made richer by those who are a part of it. having a bunch of asides about the people he knew was honestly really cool! its just that they were structured poorly as fuuuuuck.

idk. like in theory its kinda neat. in practice i dont ever wanna touch ol “Buzzy” again

#noone calls him buzzy #i mean there are definitely interesting points in his life. his childhood is pretty interesting. some parts about the hotels was fun #i srta wish i didnt have to read his racist shit about frenchmen respecting australians (-.- pls god) and all that #but like.... theres a lot there. its just that its soOOOO him centric. its all about what HE did. not what those around his did #that affected him! like... Des right? des was one of his close friends. and des died somewhat abruptly in a fishing accident #where he ended up drowning in a dam. and after he mentions a phonecall where des' wife joan says theyve found his body and shes going to #identify it. thats IT! THATS THE END!!! nothing about like. how it affected him or his friends. the funeral? thats basically it #it mentions joan moved away after that point but thats the end and its like youve missed a sort of thing there to discuss the ramifications #idk. it probably doesnt help he wrote this when he wasssss 70??? around 70 years old. everything is embellished to fuck

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