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jiahlgc · 1 year

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WHY DID YOUR MUSE BECOME AN IDOL?

Realistically, Gaeun became an idol because she was a born performer who would do well in whichever path she decided to trudge. There was a time she believed more in being destined for stardom, but nowadays, that's a lot more subdued. Honestly, she became an idol when she had her injury in her teenage years and couldn't go back to the ice rink. She had more time in her hands than ever before, and nothing seemed to scratch the itch the same way that figure skating did. She did expect that doing something like dancing would help her with that, but Gaeun didn't expect to spend the next seven years practicing nonstop to debut.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE THINK OF THEIR COMPANY AND THEIR GROUP?

Gaeun thinks she lucked out with Gold Star Media and Femme Fatale. In terms of entertainment companies, Gaeun believes that out of the big 3, Gold Star is the best option. Of course, no company is perfect, and there are a lot of flaws underneath the façade of having idols with good personalities and free to express their feelings. However, as far as Gaeun is concerned, there is nothing major to complain about them. They give her work and let her explore fields in the entertainment industry, even if they are not her specialty. She feels at ease under her care when it comes to her activities. As for Femme Fatale, she loves her group. Genuinely is enamoured with them and is very protective of their name and team. With that being said, Gaeun is also worried that with how successful they are, not only people will start to find flaws where there is none to criticize them, or they'll start releasing whatever to fill in the blanks. Gaeun loves their music so far, and she hopes that going forward they won't decline in quality just because Gold Star knows their fans will support them regardless.

IS YOUR MUSE ON THEIR FIRST CONTRACT OR THEIR SECOND? IF THEY’VE RENEWED, WHAT WERE THEIR FEELINGS AROUND THAT AT THE TIME AND WHAT WERE THEIR HOPES FOR THEIR SECOND CONTRACT? IF THEY HAVEN’T RENEWED, WHAT ARE THEIR CURRENT THOUGHTS ON THE END OF THEIR EVENTUAL FIRST CONTRACT?

Surprisingly, Femme Fatale is still in their first contract. They have been around since 2019, which feels weird since they've done so much since. Not only have they released hit after hit since debut, but Femme Fatale also had variety shows on their own, held concerts in most of Asia, Europe, Oceania and North America, debuted in Japan, collaborated with Selena Gomez, among other milestones, and all in less than four years. Gaeun is an overachiever, so having this much to do in so little time doesn't bother her. She thinks there's nothing better for them since having work is better than waiting for scraps ever so often. As long as they stay busy and the quality of their work doesn't decline, Gaeun has no reason to complain about it or even have doubts about the possibility of renewing her contract in 2026.

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S GOALS, AMBITIONS, AND MOTIVATIONS?

Because she feels like she's already at the top of the world with how successful Femme Fatale is, wishing to become a global star doesn't seem far-fetched for Gaeun. Of course, many people already know who she is, even if they aren't Soleils, but Gaeun wants to become known not only as a member of Femme Fatale but also be recognized alone. She wants to expand her horizons and do everything she's allowed to in the industry. She's already a strong name when it comes to fashion and modelling, and she started her journey as an actress recently as well, but Gaeun also wants to start writing music for Femme Fatale and maybe appear in more variety shows that aren't their own. Maybe she even hosts a radio show at some point in her career, too. Opportunities won't stop coming if her name continues hot.

WHAT MOMENTS OR PEOPLE IN YOUR MUSE’S LIFE ARE OR HAVE BEEN THE MOST IMPACTFUL AND/OR THE MOST IMPORTANT TO THEM?

Her family is the obvious answer, but they played a big part in why Gaeun is the way she is now. Her parents were always supportive of her and have always given her the best of the best they could offer, but it's her brother and sister, Gaeun thanks more often. When Gaeun suffered her injury in 2012, she thought about giving up entirely. She didn't want to back to practising and wanted to forget about ice skating since she wouldn't go back to it. It was Gayoung and Garam who offered her their words of advice and encouraged her to not only do the surgery to repair her knee but also go to physiotherapy. Of course, she didn't recover a 100% from her injury, but if it wasn't for her siblings, Gaeun wouldn't even be capable of becoming an idol.

WHAT ARE FIVE OF YOUR MUSE’S FAVORITE THINGS? FEEL FREE TO EXPAND ON WHY THIS IS AND/OR HOW THESE BECAME THEIR FAVORITE THINGS.

Her ice skates. For obvious reasons, it was her first love (even though she has changed pairs more than a handful of times since she began ice skating), and she still harbours positive and affectionate feelings for the first art form she was ever introduced to. Digital camera. As mentioned above, there is a lot that happened in Gaeun's life in the past four years alone. She developed a liking for immortalizing the people and the places they've been to, and it's the best thing she ever acquired since debuting. Driving. Trust Aster to be your designated driver at any time. She loves being behind the wheel and taking people to places. She hopes to have the time in the future to go on a road trip around South Korea at some point. Her guitar. Yes, she only started picking it up again after becoming a trainee, and she has barely touched the instrument in the past couple of months, but that doesn't take away how much she loves the sound and how she enjoys playing it when she has the chance. Gummy bears. Just, gummy bears.

WHAT IS ONE CONFLICT, INTERNAL OR EXTERNAL, THAT YOUR MUSE IS CURRENTLY DEALING WITH, HAS RECENTLY DEALT WITH, OR WILL NEED TO DEAL WITH IN THE FUTURE?

Gaeun is Femme Fatale's first and biggest fan. She'll have to deal with the fact that their upcoming songs will not be of her liking and that will put a lot of strain on her belief that they are good artists. She wants to deliver the best performance she can especially because fans trust them to do so, but they are also a new group with not much say in the direction of their comebacks. That's one push more to make her want to be more involved with FF's future releases.

IF YOUR MUSE HAS ESTABLISHED CAREER CLAIMS, WHAT ARE THEIR THOUGHTS ON THEIR CAREER SO FAR? IF THEY DO NOT, HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT NOT HAVING INDIVIDUAL ACTIVITIES YET? WHAT WOULD THEY LIKE TO DO IN THE FUTURE, IF ANYTHING? IF THEY DON’T HAVE AMBITIONS FOR INDIVIDUAL ACTIVITIES, EXPLAIN WHY.

Gaeun has a lot of previous modelling and fashion claims. She has appeared in big magazines at least once every year since her debut, and she's very happy with how things have been turning out for her on that front. She loves modelling even if it's not seen as something essential or difficult. She wants to keep doing it in the future since there are still three of the top 6 fashion magazines in Korea to appear on. As for acting, Gaeun hopes for more roles, and just like everything else she does, she'll put her whole effort into delivering a good performance. Acting is surprisingly fun, and pretending to be someone else is not as bad.

#famednewmusetask #( i hate the “new” format of posts )

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cutielatias · 1 year

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🚨Warning🚨sensitive topic(i mean, I don't know if it's really necessary🙄 cuz for me I don't say nothing much graphic💦 but since I say a lot the word r*pe and the situation of the song can be a little trigger,maybe its better to put a warning💦),só pra precaver💦

Seeing this posts of mine complaining about Cassidy's route reminds me of a funny day😅(actually😑💦 it wasn't really funny at the moment, I got pretty exhausted on the day but thinking about it now I find funny😅)i was listening to some songs that I used to listen back in 2017(I still listen and like the songs till this day but I found these songs at 2017 year) I was listening to a song called "sic transit gloria...glory fades"(by brand new) and while I was listening to the song I was reading the comments because sometimes people say some interesting things and in the comments people were discussing of what they think the song is about, people thought that the song was about a r*pe situation,I mean it's r*pe and kinda not(actually does look like a type of r*pe😑💧)it's complicated to explain but I'll try💦people thought that the story of the song was about a young guy who hooked up with a girl because he had a lot of expectations at losing his virginity,but he didn't like/feel prepare for the act but he felt pressure about doing it , and then the experience becomes traumatic (weird, though I wasn't very good at english at the time, I also thought that the song seem to be about r*pe too, the difference is that before I thought that was about the more common type of r*pe, the woman who was abused and not the man)but the moment I was reading the comments I started to get angry(funny😅 that when I was starting to get a little piss off it was even matching with the moment of the song when I was starting to get mad it was when the music started to get more "strange"/rock (0:44)I got pissed because this was reminding me of the tent scene, it reminded me a lot!A LOT!💢🔥 wow, I even remember the feeling I got such an anger that I felt my skin burning with rage, I got super hot, I even looked a little red (that day I felt an anger that I thought I didn't felt anymore, I felt the same anger that I felt at the day that I had seen ep3/cassidy route for the first time💢but since the game was already over and after all the shit's that already saw about this game😒 i thought that I didn't would feel that much of anger toward cassidy route anymore,but that day proved me wrong💦)I got so angry🔥(especially at sean,poor him💦) that if I were one of those people who have those bedrooms decorated with lots of poster/merchandises (y'know those otakus/gamers bedrooms),but if I had one of this game/sean I swear In the next day sean's face would be punched or torn 💢(and of course after a few minutes it would be fixed😅😆💦hehe) i felt such anger that i almost couldn't sleep, actually i really couldn't sleep,on that day i slept really bad

and all of that because the song remind me of the tent scene/cassidy route😅(people will see this and think i'm kinda crazy or weird to get so mad at a stupid game route/scene🙄 maybe i really am😒, but i don't care)c'mon,people didn't live through the time😤 💢it was very frustrating/irritating to see people staying with her and complaining about/mistreating daniel all the time💢, saying that daniel was a pain in the ass, that daniel deserved to be shot at the ending of the ep, that sean should abandon daniel and stay with cassidy,that daniel was this and that and sean was a saint👼,the poor one~,aarghh💢I feel that till this day I get my goat with cassidy's route / the people that do/like her route because of those things😑💢

that song does really combines with the tent scene😑💦, it's even hard to listen to this song nowadays because the situation reminds me of that scene/cassidy route (sean your m*ther f*cker you will pay for this,this song was one of my favorites😂💢)urgh, sean what you got yourself into😑💦, what a fuckin weird situation, i can't even imagine it, it sounds so uncomfortable and traumatizing😑💧(I have plans to talk about some of the interpretations that I have/can have about this scene, cuz i find this scene fuckin weird and nobody talks about it(not that it need's to💦))I'm mean,i not dumb,I'm pretty sure that on reality this scene must be like that just to show that the first time is not that wonderful/romantic thing that the media shows😒(and the scene(maybe) has nothing to do with "r*pe" or something "sus")buuut~not gonna lie,still, there's something kinda stinky about that scene to me(but that's a discussion for another day)

#now knowing the possibility that i may suffer with ptsd now it make sense why i get so outbursted sometimes😑💧#in that day i actually saw more things that made me trigger but i don't remember what was now💦#i only remember that was three things that would explain why it was so intense #i really recommend to listen to the song(if you not like me that have something to associate with💨💧) the song is kinda cool #eu queria botar esse texto aqui faz um tempo mas fiquei na dúvida se botava sim ou não #L1s2 discussion #Hmm but to be honest even if i didn't had saw three things that made me piss that day i think i would still getting angry💢#a rota da cassidy/ep3 é um ep que me tira do sério😑💢

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justjensenanddean · 2 years

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”If you think about it, there's not a lot canon that was established on the mother ship as we call it, but there was enough, and it was kind of glossed over, a lot of how Mary met John how that whole situation happened, but the points that were made on Supernatural, are kind of our like, waypoints, so we'll hit those but we'll hit them in a way that maybe we didn't expect, which is, I've said this before it's kind of going back to the late great Kim Manners, in directing Supernatural he was like, listen, we got to give them what they want, in a way they won't expect it, so that's kind of our mantra with this, we are going to hit those points and we are gonna make sure we touch those are those are ten poles of what the story is but we get to fill in the gap, and we are gonna do it in a way that, I think is, first off, entertaining but also services the lore that's Supernatural. ... But there's also a entertainment value that is especially important to me and Robbie and everybody involved, so again, we want to service what has been established but we want to get creative in the way we get there, so that's the best way I can describe it without giving too much away.”

Jensen Ackles about The Winchesters | NJCon 2022 (April 24, 2022) [x]

#Jensen Ackles #JensenEdit #NJCon22 #My Edits #it's so funny to me how nowadays everyone cares so much about canon #but when drabb & co were destroying the show's canon #the same people who complain nowadays didn't seem to care #one side was super happy bc they thought drabb was writing the show for them #and in the end they would get rewarded with their ship going canon #and the other suddenly loves drabb because of that finale...#this show doesn't have a canon anymore #drabb destroyed all of that with s15 #let Jensen do whatever the fck he wants #he isn't forcing anybody to watch it

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jediken0bi · 3 years

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At The End Of The Day

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:

Reid is scared his Job is eventually going to take away the thing he loves the most. You.

word count: 2023

Spencer sat on the counter in the kitchen, sipping on his sugary coffee and watching you move around the room. You decided you wanted homemade Waffles this morning and Spencer made the quick decision to not even attempt to lend a helping hand. He usually ends up burning half of the food anyway so you're not complaining.

And if you're being honest you liked being able to do something nice for him while he relaxes. It's not like that's something you get to see all that often.

You really only get to have Spencer to yourself on the Weekends and even then your time together isn't always guaranteed.

That's something you guys struggled with a lot. He even more so than you now that you think about it. He is so quick to beat himself up over not being able to spend more time with you and it breaks your heart.

Of course you would like to see your boyfriend more often but you know how much he loves his Job and you would never ask him to quit or hold his crazy schedule against him.

After all, it's not Spencers fault serial killers don't take the weekends off.

You throw little glances at Spencer every time you add a little bit of batter into the Waffle Maker and each time you find him already looking at you with loving eyes and a silly smile plastered on his face.

You can't help but giggle a bit before shaking your head lightly.

There are certainly days where you can't wrap your head around the fact that the genius with the pretty face feels the same affection towards you as you do.

Another minute goes by before he puts his coffee down, pushes himself off the counter and walks over to you to carefully wrap his arms around your waist.

"Someone is awfully cuddly this morning", you say with a huge smile on your face. You lean into his touch so he knows you don't actually mind the closeness.

He still has days where he can't tell whether or not you're making a lighthearted joke or are trying to reject his advances. It took him a long time to be able to initiate physical contact without you having to make the first move or ask for it.

That's not because he didn't love you though. He simply didn't know what to do in a relationship.

He was trying to figure out the do's and don't's and you were more than happy to help him learn and understand what it means to be truly loved by someone.

Nowadays he doesn't hesitate to seek comfort in your arms and there's nothing you can think of that makes you happier than that.

All you ever wanted was for Spencer to feel at home with you.

He put his head on your shoulder and smiled into the crease of your neck

"I can't help it. I haven't seen you in 8 days, 5 hours and 24 minutes and now that i'm here i don't wanna waste a single second of it"

You silently put the last Waffle on the plate you set out and turned your head so you could face him.

You try to catch his eyes and as soon as you do, you press a light peck onto his pink lips.

"I missed you so much", you say while he softly grabs your waist to turn you around positioning you so that you're facing him.

He presses gentle kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheek and suddenly stops right before your lips.

"I missed you too, my love"

Before you can form an answer he plants a firm and loving kiss on your lips making you forget about breakfast for a second.

But only for a second.

You start smiling into the kiss and lightly push him away. The distance between you two only big enough to let you catch your breath before you laugh and say

"Let's go eat. We haven't had breakfast together in a bit and i wanna cuddle on the couch and watch some Doctor Who"

He laughs and nods his head so his short curls fall into his face.

You bite your lip to suppress a grin before tucking the lose strand of hair behind his ear.

He reaches behind you to grab the plate and makes his way towards the couch you two picked out just over a month ago.

You follow him immediately, feeling giddy that you get to cuddle your boyfriend for the first time in days.

He puts the plate down, plops down on the couch and immediately opens his arms to invite you to get comfortable in them.

While you snuggle into his chest he grabs the remote and starts queuing Doctor Who Episodes for you guys to watch and analyze together.

You wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head into his neck. You sigh happily and plant tiny kisses on his shoulder and neck.

He tightens one of his arms around you and starts playing with your hair

-time skip-

Almost three hours later, the waffles long gone, you get up to get some drinks for the two of you.

As the credits to the third episode start rolling you can't help but notice that Spencer had gotten unusually quite.

You sit down next to him, put a hand on his arm and ask with a calm voice

"Baby what's wrong? You got so quiet and it looks like something's bothering you. Did something happen at work? Did the case end bad? Whatever it is Spencer i want to be there for you"

He looks at you with wide eyes. Almost like a kid with his hand stuck in the cookie jar. He looks guilty and it's making you nervous. You know you can't push him but you would be lying if you said you weren't worried.

He looks down for a second unsure of his next move. He takes a deep breath and hesitantly turns around to look at you.

Your hand immediately finding its place on your boyfriends jaw. Running your thumb over his stubble in a calming matter.

He leans into your touch and closes his eyes for a second.

You knew that he would eventually start talking so you had no problem patiently waiting for him to summon the courage to say whatever was on his mind.

"I was talking to Morgan the other day and he said something that got me thinking. Actually, i think it's fair to say that thinking turned into overthinking really quick. Although i don't know anymore. At this point, it might be a completely valid fear and i'm just trying to convince myself it's not. Of course you could apply that logic the other way around as well but - I'm rambling, aren't it", he says in pretty much one breath.

You show him a understanding smile and say,

"Yeah but it's okay. I want to hear what's on your mind. No matter how confusing"

He looks up at me and smiles with sad eyes

"I know you do and that's why the thought of ever losing you drives me completely insane"

You stare at him for a moment not understanding why he would be thinking of losing you before taking his hand into yours and asking

"Spence, do you want to tell me what you and Morgan talked about?"

He sighs loudly and runs his thumb over the back of your hand.

Looking straight at you he decides 'Now or Never'.

"He just broke up with his girlfriend and we were all trying to be there for him. He seemed completely fine but you never know with Morgan so i went to talk to him about the break up and he just smiled at me and said 'It is what it is, Pretty Boy. Relationships are doomed to break in our line of profession. Enjoy it while it lasts' "

he tells you doing a weird impression of Derek.

Under different circumstances you would've laughed.

You look at Spencer with a small smile on your face. He looks so distressed, you can't help but run your hand through his curls and climb into his lap.

He doesn't waste a second wrapping his arms around you to secure your position and before he can question you, you say

"So that's what this is about? You thinking i might leave you because of your Job?"

He shakes his head slightly and looks up to meet your eyes

"No this is about you deserving a boyfriend who doesn't spend 90% of his time a couple of states away from you every week. It's about me not wanting to make you feel like you come second when there's nothing that's more important to me than you. I would quit my Job if you asked me to. There's plenty of Jobs out there but no one quite like you. I hate to think that you might come to resent me for being away so much"

You run your hand through his curls again and smile softly. It's your turn to shake your head.

"What i deserve is a boyfriend who loves me for who i am. Someone who cares about my feelings and thoughts. Someone who doesn't mind binge watching Doctor Who with me on the weekends because i like that way better than going out. Someone who reads my favorite book so we can have a conversation about it. Someone who shows me how much he cares every single day. And i already have all that. I don't need anything or anyone else. I promise."

Spencers eyes are shut tightly and he leans his forehead on yours. He presses a light kiss to your nose and wistfully admits

"I'm just so scared my Job is going to take you away one day"

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper

"I know a thing or two about that. Baby, you do so much good in the World. I couldn't be more proud if i tried. Let me ask you something. You like your Job, right? Despite everything it asks of you?"

He nods softly and opens his eyes

"I love my Job. Helping people gives me a chance to make a real change. It's what i've always wanted to do."

You smile at him and hum in agreement

"That's right. And you love me too, right?", you ask cheekily

He looks at you like you hung the moon, grabs your hand to press a soft kiss against it and says

"Of course i do. More than anything"

You once again nod in agreement.

"Then you have to understand that the World isn't always 'This or That'. I would never ask you to quit your job for me. I wouldn't want that. I love you too much to take away the thing that fulfills you and makes you happy. Relationships take work, Spencer. I'm not saying it won't be rough sometimes but at the end of the day you're my Clark Kent to the BAU's Superman and i wouldn't change a thing"

He looks at you with loving eyes that are glazed over with unshed tears and whispers

"I'm going to marry you one day, i promise. I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you that you're loved beyond compare"

He starts covering your face in kisses resulting in you laughing at his antics.

This wasn't the first time you two talked about marriage. You knew that he was the man you were going to walk down the aisle to. There wasn't a doubt in your mind.

You push him back down on the couch so you can lay down on his chest and say

"Now that we've established that you looove me, i think it's time for you to start the next episode. It's my favorite!"

You said it in a mocking voice but it genuinely did make your heart beat faster and he knew that.

"Damn straight i do", he says as he reaches for the remote.

Weekends with Spencer are simply the best.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds imagines #reader insert

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marleneoftheopera · 3 years

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You did read the book, didn't you? Christine is a blue-eyed, blonde Swede. Raoul is a French aristocrat. Erik is quite likely also French/German and white. Historically, it was highly unlikely any of the characters were black or POC, except for the Persian. I have no gripe against Lucy St. Louis. I truly hope she does well. She seems like a sweet woman with an okay voice and is thrilled to be portraying Christine. Her joy is reflected in her photos.

We'll see if Cammack chose her because she's black, not because she earned the role - meaning having a respectable theatrical resume like, say, Holly Anne Hull who was stepped over by ALW and Cammack. You know, those 2 guys who supposedly love her so much they will possibly have a photo spread for her, even though that is rare for alternates. Is this in case Lucy bombs? Is having 2 alternates and an understudy in case Lucy bombs? It isn't a matter of her being black overall - theater has been introducing black actors into roles traditionally portrayed by white actors, because the characters themselves would likely be white in the world they are living in. I agree with the anon who suggested writing roles for people of color that are about people of color - Miss Saigon comes to mind.

Ultimately, the proof of the pudding is in the tasting, as they say. She will not doubt be praised as you have been doing for weeks now. But will she be praised because she is terrific in the role or because she's black? I hope it's the former.

Yes, I did read the book. And as I have said before, color of skin really does not matter in most cases. Unless a role specifically calls for a certain race, everyone should be given the chance to be in that role. What bothers me is that people have been saying all over social media that "Christine is not black in the book" or falling back on the historical excuse. Yes, historically there would not have been a black person in the lead. Frankly, there probably wouldn't have been a black person even in the Corps de Baller. Yes, Christine is blonde in the book. But the musical features her as a blonde, not all of the actresses cast have blue eyes, and a very small number of them have been Swedish. If these people were so concerned about being faithful to the book, they should have started complaining years ago. But no, they have waited until a black woman was cast. That shows me that they don't care a ton about the book itself, but more about finding an excuse to justify them being uncomfortable with a black woman as Christine.

Onto the next part. I do not think that there are 4 Christine's in case Lucy "bombs". While it isn't done a ton, I think it is actually smart. Many times they have needed an emergency cover Christine right after a cast change because someone got sick, the understudy wasn't rehearsed, and they need at least 2 people splitting the shows. Anouk most likely doesn't need as much Christine rehearsal as Beatrice will since Anouk has done the part already. And Holly reprising her role combined with Anouk gives them a good starting foundation. And once Beatrice is rehearsed, that means they will have 3 backups for Lucy. Broadway did the same thing for quite some time as well with Elizabeth Welch and Susan Owen. And they also have some 4 understudies for the Phantom and Raoul too. So I don't think it has anything to do with whether Lucy will need to be replaced or not. I think it's covering their bases and giving another woman of color the chance to go on as Christine. And when Lucy does decide to leave, yes Holly could take her spot.

I agree as well that writing roles for people of color is important. But casting people of color in roles predominantly played by white people is equally important. Plain and simple.

Finally, anyone with common sense (though that seems to be a rarer thing nowadays) will realize that praising Lucy is a two-part situation. She should and has been praised since the moment her casting was announced. And deservedly so since she is breaking a huge barrier. Even if she was the worst Christine singing or acting wise, she would still deserve that praise. But I, and I think many others, are not judging her Christine fully because she has not done a public show yet. So it's sort of impossible to form a complete opinion. We are sending encouragement, hoping she does well, and beginning to get a sense of her based on the clips we have seen. But I don't think anyone has room to say what her Christine is like until opening night. Or maybe even a month after once she settles in.

Bottom line, I hope that she is judged solely on her performance and praised for making history. I personally have a feeling that she is going to be a lovely Christine. Once she settles in, I think she is going to be one of those Christine's that does everything right. Some people will like that, some people may not.

Now do I think that the color of her skin was part of the reason why they cast her? Going by what we have seen of Cammack and ALW, yes. For good reasons along with a few selfish ones perhaps. But regardless, it is the audience's job to make sure that she knows her skin color is celebrated, but also that she as a performer is celebrated as well. Hopefully, others also see that too.

And finally, if Holly herself is not slighted in being the alternate, then I think people should stop insinuating that she was stepped over. A woman of color gets to be in the lead, Holly still gets to do the part, they are both employed in a Covid world, and there is a good chance that Holly could become principal when Lucy decides to leave. We don't know, Holly may have even wanted the alternate spot. At any rate, Holly seems like she is having a great time. We should all stop speculating and arguing over skin color and just enjoy the new cast and that Phantom is returning after an awful year.

I also want to note that not everything in this post is directed at you, anon. But it is some things that I want to get off my chest to certain people in general. I also find it funny that everyone who has mentioned anything about Lucy's skin color remains anonymous.

#she's white in the book #long post #can we all just enjoy the casting #and no more #the book isn't the musical #the phantom of the opera

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conaionaru · 4 years

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Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)

I'll run to you

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Warnings: Ivar, Silas, toxic family, mentions of murder, angst

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@xbellaxcarolinax @shannygoatgruff @didiintheblog @lol-haha-joke @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @queenbeeta @astridbaby @chynagirl13 @thereareendlessopportunities

P.S. I did some edits of Ivar x Vanya. And I found the perfect song for them (where the title of this chapter comes from) and made an edit of that as well.

I don’t own the gifs. Also, thank you for your support. I really appreciate it. If you want to be tagged please write me<3

When Vanya was a little girl, she dreamt of marrying a noble Prince and becoming his Queen. She imagined a huge castle and her father visiting her as often as possible. Even her mother was proud of her for being a good Christian wife.

Never did she dream of being here, drifting on a boat with a sore shoulder, woozy from mead with her sleeping heathen son in her lap. Why must dreams always be so wrong?

But truth to be told, she loved the life she lived now. Well, not right now, but the last year. Her experience in Kattegat was perfect. Despite his short temper, Ivar was a good man. He loved her unconditionally, protected her, and listened to her. His brothers were kind to her, and she trusted them with her life. Even Sigurd, with who she sometimes butted heads. She had a friend and found a mother in Aslaug and Helga.

She missed them so much. Two days on the water made her want to cry. She cried nowadays more than the babe she gave birth to. He seemed content; he loved watching the ravens fly over their heads and played with her hair when she held him.

How funny it seemed to her that she loved sailing when she came here. Now she yearned to stand on dry land and sleep in a warm bed wrapped in Ivar's arms.

Whenever Vanya didn't think of home, she thought of Silas, especially what she would do to him. She had been meek and peaceful for so long, forgave him everything he did to her. But that changes now; he didn't just hurt her or degrade her. He tried to kill her and her son. His knights murdered an innocent woman. He would pay the blood price for it.

The raven made a sound and left their usual circling spot. Vanya watched them go and perked up. Land. It meant land was near. She put her child into the nets and rowed towards the direction the birds flew.

Her shoulder screamed in protest, and she felt it reopen as her dress got wet with blood. She ignored it and kept on rowing. She was out of food, and the mead wouldn't last more than two cups. They needed to find water and food.

Ivar laid in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, the whites of his eyes blue. His legs hurt too much today; he had to stay in bed but couldn't sleep at all. All he could do was lay there in pain and think of all the ways he will torture Vanya's attacker. He prayed to the Gods that she was still alive. Two days ago, she went missing, and everyone was losing hope.

Aslaug had no visions, and Hoenir was no help. He dragged himself to the Seer yesterday, but all he got was vague answers. "You know the answer, Boneless." He knew Vanya had grown stronger and that she promised to protect their son. But so did he and now, he doesn't know where she is or if she is even alive.

He promised her that no one would ever lay a hand on her again, and he failed. If he ever saw her again, he wouldn't let her out of his sight.

"Drink the tea, Ivar. It will help." Ubbe ordered, walking into the room, looking at the untouched cup on Ivar's bedside. Right next to the tea was the carved figure of Fenrir and Vanya's serpent necklace.

"Did you find her? Anything?" Ivar begged as his brother wiped his damp forehead.

Ubbe shook his head and put the rag down. "A fisherman's boat went missing two days ago. Mother thinks Vanya might have taken it. So we sent some boats out to look for her. But if she drifted out into the open..."

He didn't have to finish the sentence for Ivar to understand. If Vanya drifted away, the storm that was gathering would sink her ship and drown them both. Hoenir saw her drown, what if he was right and she would? No amount of sacrifices would bring her back then. He would be alone again, with Aslaug the only one to love him. Ubbe might love him, but there are moments he must wish his brother wasn't alive.

The times he had to carry him or stay at home because Ivar was in pain. Having to check on his legs and eyes all the time. In everybody's eyes, Ivar was a burden; he was aware of it. Vanya was the only one who didn't care or look down on him. In her eyes, Ivar was perfect despite his shortcomings. Over time, she grew used to his temper and pain. She comforted him, held him, whispered sweet words into his ear as he fell asleep.

She loved him, and he left her alone after she bore him a son. He didn't even get to hold him. His perfect son, who had his eyes and hair. His healthy boy. Ivar hated himself, but he hated the world more.

"How long we have to keep looking? It's been two days now. The corpses must show up soon." Pæga complained, pulling off his boots and sinking his feet into the bowl with water.

Silas glared at the knight and stabbed his dagger into the table. "Boats were sent out to search for her, a fisherman's boat went missing, they think Vanya is in it. If she survived and they find her... My sister saw your faces. She isn't so stupid to fall for a few farmers in your clothes. If you get caught, then it means my death as well." He spat at his knights while Stithulf sat in the corner, sharpening his sword.

"I doubt she is alive. She doesn't strike me as a survivor. Vanya was sent here to wither and die, to brake and suffer. She might have charmed her way around Kattegat. But smiles and gifts aren't going to save her from death. She was hit with an arrow; I saw her sink. All they will find is a dead child in the boat. Vanya is dead, and you are the only possible ruler of Slegia."

Stithulf stood up after his rant and walked towards his King. He lifted the crown from the table and put it on his head. "A crown for a King. The one true King. Vanya will never wear this thing; neither will her children; I made sure of it."

Silas nodded and proudly pushed his chest out. The knight was right; he was the King, and Vanya was dead. First, he dealt with her; next is his mother and her new husband. Then his uncle and Wrosan will be his. The victory was certain.

Vanya hauled herself from the boat and pulled it on land so the tide wouldn't wash it away. Her son stirred in his little bed while Vanya collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

The ravens left them alone, and she had no idea where to go. This part of Kattegat was unfamiliar to her. So as she laid there, she prayed to the Gods to show her a way to get home. But no sign or help came.

So she wrapped herself tighter in her cloak and took her child with her heading west, the other way than she drifted off. She needed to get to a familiar location: the hunting hut, Floki's house, or even the forest before Kattegat.

Vanya walked with her son in her arms, without a pause. She managed to find some berries Helga taught her were edible and a stream of water. After she ate, she fed her son and carried on in her way. Her feet were sore, and her son was becoming too heavy for her weak arms.

Other than wilderness and silence, there was nothing around her. Every tree looked the same, and the shade they gave her made navigating with the sun harder. She shivered as the winds grew colder.

When her son whimpered in her arms, she froze. Her being cold wasn't that bad. But to him, it meant death. So she carefully put him on the ground and took off her cloak and swaddled him in it. Her thinned down frame shook in the cold winds while her son burrowed himself into the new warmth.

Vanya looked down at his little content face and smiled. All of this hardship was worth it if he was healthy and alive. This life she created and carries inside her, that she spent hours bringing into the world. It meant everything to her; it hurt to admit that her mother was right. A mother has no choice but to love her child; only a monster would ignore her own blood like that. But the thing Siflaed was wrong about was that Vanya did love Ivar. Despite everything she heard about him and his people, she grew to love him no, her people. Kattegat was her home now; she was born to live here; she knew it.

And when she returned, she would never leave again; she would remain and raise her son. She would see all the other sons of Ragnar start their own families and see Aslaug grow old. Hold Bjorn's adorable children and gossip with Torvi and Brynja. She would sit on the bench in front of the Great Hall, sewing a dress together, with Ivar by her side with their son in his arms. Vanya would come to visit Helga and Floki more often like she promised she would and try to make Margrethe less afraid of Ivar. He wasn't the monster; everyone made him out to be; her husband had a lonely heart with high walls made of anger.

She remembered the story of Eve and the Devil. The way the serpent tricked Eve into eating the apple and be banished from Eden for it. She also remembered the story one of Siflaed's lovers told her of the Greek goddess Persephone and the pomegranate. How Hades offered the fruit to her, and she stayed with him as his wife.

But Vanya didn't feel like Eve; her husband was no evil serpent leading her on. He was Hades, the god known for his dark demeanor, but a good husband. She wasn't a meek Christian like Eve, Vanya was Persephone. A good heart with love for nature, married to a man of shadowed behavior who everyone feared. But they both held darkness and light, she wasn't just a maiden who plucked blooming flowers, and Ivar wasn't just an angry heathen with a quick tongue. Her tongue was as equally sharp as his and his love as real as hers. They were King and Queen of the Underworld, Prince and Princess of Kattegat.

With determination, Vanya strode on, thankful for the shoes she managed to put on before her escape. Walking barefoot on top of lightly dressed would have meant her death. She could hear an owl hoot somewhere behind her until it flew past her and landed on a branch. "Frigga." She whispered as the bird stared at her with yellow eyes, it's white feathers standing out in the treetops.

"Have you come to take me home, All-Mother? Odin's ravens looked over my son and me on the boat, and now you have come for us. Goddess of mothers and queens, of war, wisdom, and strategy. I beg you, take me home." She begged the hooting white owl that took off and landed on another branch, waiting for the ginger to follow.

Vanya chuckled at the sight and followed after the frequently stopping bird. "This better be Frigga, or I will die. That's your descendant on the line, Odin. Don't let me die, All-father, All-mother."

Everyone stood gathered in the Great Hall in the evening, waiting for what Aslaug had to say. Silas stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by his armed knights. "My brother Ivar was graced with a son three days ago. But his son and wife were ripped away by a murderer, who sneaked into their hut and killed the wet nurse." Bjorn announced watching the faces of everyone present.

Floki and Helga leaned a support beam, both looking grim, while the boatbuilder glared at Silas. Ivar sat next to his mother, with Hoenir standing behind them. Brynja and Margrethe watched the whole ordeal from their place with the other servants and slaves. The other brothers stood behind Bjorn, who towered over the room, reminding all of their father. He carried the same authority even without a crown on his head.

Aslaug lifted her head higher and wrapped his fingers around the armrests of her throne. "The one responsible will answer to the Gods. The more blood they have on their hands, the more dire their demise will be. This person is charged with treason and murder..."

Ubbe left his mother's side while she talked and walked with Floki and Hoenir towards the exits. They barricaded the door while no one was watching. The only way to open them now would be from the outside, where Floki stood watch.

"The return of my daughter in law Vanya is becoming unlikely. A funeral will be held soon to honor her death, Floki has agreed to build a boat to bury her. If she is not found until the ship is done, we shall burn some of her possessions instead."

Stithulf observed the heathens around him; they seemed on edge, ready to pounce at any moment. Of course, Silas was obvious to all this, too distracted by the Queen's speech to notice.

"But, we do know the one responsible for this tragedy." The knights head snapped towards the throne. Everyone grew silent, waiting for Aslaug to continue. "We questioned people and gathered that there is only one possible suspect behind all this. Someone willing to murder a mother and child int heir sleep."

The room was tense as if a war would erupt at any moment. Ivar clenched his jaw before smirking at Silas, who froze in his spot.

"How do you answer these charges... King Silas?" The Saxon's breaths hitched in fear as the knights wrapped their hands around their swords' handles, ready to draw them and kill everyone. But they were outnumbered and locked in with bloodthirsty heathens.

"This is outrageous! I loved my sister. And you are claiming me as a murderer only because you failed to find the real one. My sister is dead because of you!" He roared at the remaining sons of Ragnar and his wife. But they didn't even flinch all the Queen did, was push her shoulders back and raise an eyebrow at his outburst.

"So you claim, but there is no proof. All we saw were spiteful words and tantrums. You bribed farmers to change clothes with your knights; then, you ordered them to kill Vanya and her son. But Margrethe remembered their faces, and it wasn't the faces we see here today." Sigurd called out as the said thrall covered behind Brynja. She confessed this to Sigurd last night, and since then, the Ragnarsson and Aslaug had been plotting.

Silas frowned and shook his head, chuckling. "And do tell me... What would my reason be? Sibling rivalry? Don't be ridiculous. I may not have been overly fond of my sister, I admit. But I wouldn't murder her. And the baby? Son or not, I hold no ill will against either."

"Vanya and her son possessed a threat to you, childless, unfit to rule. But Vanya is loved here, and I am sure she was the same in England. You ordered her death and will die for it. An eye for an eye." Bjorn threatened as Silas gulped and gave an uneasy smile.

He shrugged and spread his arms wide to show he was unarmed and possessed no threat to them, other than his knights who drew their swords. "Let's spare ourselves these dramatics. Vanya is dead, and I am not the culprit. Let's not have a ghost of a disobedient whore get between our agreement."

Ivar slammed his fist against his chair and glared at the daring King. He would have leaped out of his seat and strangled the bastard if it wasn't for Bjorn, Sigurd, and Hvitserk holding him back. "How dare you?" The Ragnarsson roared his nostrils flaring in rage.

Silas pointed to Ivar's legs with a smirk. "Your... Affliction. Do you really think the child was yours? My darling sister would do anything to please you as a proper wife should. And giving you a child, even one that's not truly yours. It would please you. Wouldn't it? To think that you are a real man, able to produce an heir." The blonde Christian taunted as everyone glared at what he was suggesting.

"I did you a favor before things escalated, and you would believe other idiotic lies my sister would have fed you to keep herself alive a little longer. I saved you from further embarrassment and grief. Vanya is dead, and there is nothing to change that." He sounded at peace with his oncoming death. Silas knows he and his knights will die, but might as well anger the heathens some more. Die a horrid death and go down in history as a martyr: Saint Silas, The tortured King.

Stithulf, on the other hand, looked distressed, all the whispering he did, all for nothing. All his hard work wasted on a foolish king with a big ego and greedy heart. His chance at fame and ruling, all gone, because of a ginger Princess who just couldn't stay meek and timid like she was meant to be.

The sound of something shattering broke the tense atmosphere. Everyone looked st the redheaded servant that let her jug of water, fall to the floor. "Vanya." She whispered, her face pale and eyes wide. They followed her gaze and gazed at the open door in shock.

"Why do you think I am dead, Brother?" Vanya's voice rasped out as the ginger leaned against the door frame, a shield pierced with many arrows in one hand. Her hair was frizzy, her skin pale, and her eyes sunken in. Her white dress was stained with bloody some on her shoulder, the rest on her lap, from childbirth.

She took a shaky step forward and shifted her arms slightly. Helga runs to her side, and Floki stood behind her in case she fell. The Ragnarssons run to her while Ivar stared at her in shock. Standing up, Aslaug observed the presumably dead Princess in wonder.

"Helga, you need to look after my son. I tried to keep him warm and fed. Please check him." Vanya pleaded with the blonde woman, letting the shield riddled with arrows fall to the floor. Hidden behind the protection was a bundle of furs and cloak, squirming at the new warm place they entered.

Helga shakily took the babe out of Vanya's trembling embrace to see the child alive and well despite the ordeals he went through. She ushered the child away as Ubbe reached his sister in law, laying a hand on her shoulder to steady her. But she shook it off and slowly advanced towards Silas, who took a few steps towards her as well.

"How? You should be dead." He whispered, still in denial that his plan didn't work.

"I forgave you so much, Silas. So many wounds. I forgave them all, ignored them, and asked my family to ignore them as well. But that ends today. You killed an innocent woman! You tried to kill my son!"

Silas shook his head, refusing to admit defeat against his little sister. His foolish sister, who was born weak and was meant to abide by him. The one who defied him and survived. "You won't hurt me, Vanya. You are weak. Remember your place, and we can forget this. Beg me for forgiveness, and I shall grant it to you. All I want in return is save passage back home. Kill my knights instead."

"You think I will beg? I did nothing to ask forgiveness for! You are a monster, Silas. Just like father and mother said you were. Do you think I will cower before you? Just because you are my brother?" She seethed stalking towards him as Silas drew a dagger and pointed it at her, shaking, fearful of this side of Vanya.

The ginger keeps on advancing, not caring for the weapon pointed at her. The adrenaline running through her veins made her forget what fear feels like at all. All she could see was the man who made her life a living hell and tried to kill her son! "Blessed are the meek, Vanya." He reminded her, hoping that the sentence that their mother used to drill into her head would calm her down, but his sister didn't even blink.

"Yes. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. For theirs is the kingdom of heaven." She spat back a part of the Beatitudes, laughing at his poor attempt at containing her rage. "Do you think the words of Jesus or God will stop me? Do you honestly believe that you will be forgiven? I am past forgiveness and meekness! I want you to pay for my and my son's suffering in blood!"

Silas took a few steps back, his hand shaking like crazy. Vanya was nearly in front of him now, her hand grasped his dagger around the sharp edge, no fear in her eyes. They looked like frozen over fjord's, determination and anger swirling around. She tugged his knife from his grasp and threw it behind her, surprising everyone. Blood dripped from the cut on her palm, trailing down her slender fingers and hitting the floorboards.

"I would burn cities and kingdom's to the ground and make him King of the Ashes if they dared to threaten him!" She screamed at her brother, getting into his face and glaring up at him as he shook in his spot.

"Vanya, please, have mercy. I am your brother. I did it to protect my claim. You must understand. I was born to rule; I deserve to sit on the throne for eternity. Please have mercy." The two siblings stared into each other's eyes, the frozen fjords meeting the tearful sky.

She softly shook her head and softened her angry expression. Ivar crawled towards them, observing the blood-stained dagger and her bleeding hand clenched by her side. "Mercy is a Christian value, and I am not Christian anymore." She hissed backhanding him with her bleeding left hand so hard that he hit the floor.

Silas cradled his aching cheek and stared at Vanya in shock. The ginger glared down at him with disdain obvious in her expression. "That's why I wish you the most painful death instead." She spat at him before two men dragged him away as he cried and cursed at them, begging them to let him go as other Vikings killed his knights when they dared to attack.

Ivar crawled to Vanya's left and took her cold bleeding hand in his, startling her from her trance. She looked down at him tenderly as he looked over her tired body. "I missed you." He whispered, staring up at her with adoration as she returned his tender look, softly smiling.

"I missed you too." Ubbe supported her swaying frame and carried her towards the awaiting healers, thanking the gods for her return, alive and well. Ivar watched her get carried away and spared a glance at the dead bodies of the Saxon knights before he followed his brother and wife.

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You're lovely, and I enjoy seeing your blog on my dashboard. I'm sorry this has been such a difficult thing to process. It's always really difficult to rework an image of someone you once thought you knew. However I'd like to just put it out there - sometimes (I think the large majority of the time) news is presented in the most sensationalist way, such that nowadays I make a point of de-sensationalizing any news I read in my head. In the case of the whole Harry's memoir thing- I can sympathize with Harry as a person possibly just wanting to take back some control of the narrative for himself. Not just in the most recent events with family (that I tend to think are less horrifying than the fandom/Twitter sussex squad discusses it anyway), but in all aspects of his life. I do not at all think he's going to put his family on blast. I can easily imagine Meghan reigning that dialogue in; she has the tendency to think before she speaks that he seems to lack. And he loves his family. Similar to The Interview promos, I imagine the publishing house knew to increase the interest by implying it to be a tell all memoir. I think he's just done a lot of growing up that he didn't know he had to do over a short period of time, esp re: implicit bias/racism in the setting of media's blatant attack on someone he loves, and is disappointed by the institution's and his family's response to it. I think he's emerged a more introspective and aware human, albeit a disillusioned one. Yes it breaks my heart to think that Meghan won't get a break from the tabloids any time soon. If I were him I'd counsel him to write it & sit on it for a few yrs. But I don't want to give the media the power to destroy Meghan in my mind, and I pray she & Harry won't either. I think she'll be okay. She's a strong one, and I think he's able to draw that same link for himself and be thoughtful about what he does. No one likes being misunderstood/misinterpreted, and I wouldn't be surprised if Harry's especially triggered by that given his history with the press. Maybe this idea emerged from therapy, idk. I can empathize with that, even if I wouldn't do it myself. I hope and pray Meghan gets the support she needs from him and her loved ones in the meantime. I'm honestly not going to read it. I think the less attention I give the BRF the better off they are, unless they're doing something immoral/illegal (see: Woking pizza alibi). And I think at the end of the day, people will unfairly judge other people, especially public figures that have tragic pasts and are publically fighting with the media. A lot of it is going to be noise and I'm not going to give my energy into figuring it out. I like to think I've got a good sense of who they are as people - flawed but ultimately well meaning and earnest. I'm a huge admirer of Meghan and think Harry got really lucky with this one and I'm proud of him for choosing her in more ways than one. I believe Harry and Meghan are lovely people, and I 100% believe their interview. I believe that there are people in the palace with a lot of unchecked power who deliberately uncovered her and Archie from BRF protection for reasons of believed superiority over Meg & Arch. And they're figuring out how to deal with that as a couple and a family. And it's none of my business past that imo. I pray for them and hope it'll eventually end in peace for them all. Just wanted to add another perspective, and hopefully some levity. xx M

Hi, dear. First thing’s first, I really appreciate that this is off anon lol. I love it when people own their opinions, and it says a lot that you did. So thank you for that.

Second of all, I really appreciate the nuance and perspective that is in this message. I agree that the news is sensationalist, and my initial reaction was based off of that. I did watch the promotional clips of the interview and I believe it did sour my expectations going into it when I watched it nearly a week after it aired. I did my best to stay away from Tumblr because I didn’t want that to hinder my view, but it was impossible to separate the promotions that presented the information one way from what it actually was, and thank you for bringing that up with respect to the memoir because I hadn’t considered it. I will say that my knee jerk reaction is pretty on par with the way I still feel about it 24 hours later, especially since I got the news directly, not from Tumblr or Twitter or anywhere else, but you’re right that it could have soured my view from the very start.

I appreciate that he wants to take back some of the narrative but I think that ship has sailed, tbh. He did that with the interview and now I just think it feels like information overload. At some point, people are going to get tired of hearing the wealthy, privileged, powerful Prince complain about his life while more than 4 million people have died due to a global pandemic in less than 2 years. Not to say that he doesn’t struggle - in the words of Roxane Gay, there is no oppression Olympics (and that can be extended to struggle Olympics) - but people view it that way and will get tired of it, if they haven’t already.

I also agree that Harry’s past with the press has tarnished the way he has handled the media and the public post-exit, when he’s finally in a position to strike back without being somewhat obliged to them as part of the circumstances of his birth. I understand and sympathize with him but I just don’t think the public does, and the public matters much, much more than the perspective of one single American fan, to whom he’s never been obliged, and I simply do not think the public will afford him that same understanding, sympathy, and leniency. The public and the media are critical to his humanitarian work - his mother never realized that towards the end of her life, and I truly don’t think she would have been the martyr/saint she is perceived to be now if she had lived, because she did not know how to meet the media in the middle and eventually that started to piss people off. He’s starting to piss people off now and if it doesn’t bother him personally (which it definitely does), I don’t want it to affect his causes. The Invictus Games, Sentebale, Walking with the Wounded, WellChild, Mayhew, Smartworks, Archewell, etc. deserve better than to suffer the wrath of the media and an apathetic public because their patrons simply will not shut up lol.

I guess my point is that they will be unfairly judged (regardless, but especially due to the way they’re handling things), and I think it would suit them better in the long run if they adopted a different strategy. I really sympathize with the fact that he feels frustrated with the narrative that has been manufactured but I really, really think the narrative will only get worse and worse as he continues to go on and on about how badly his life sucks, basically. Again, I don’t deny that he struggles - we all do, some more than others, especially when there are mental health issues - but the public, to me, simply does not care. My own therapist has told me to simply stop caring about the things that I discuss with him. Not to say that they’re not relevant, important, or worthy of discussion - they absolutely are - but his point is that you cannot change people and you are wasting your energy and struggling yourself because you want to change them so, so, so badly that you’re neglecting your own self care in the process. I hate that I do it to myself and I also hate that he appears to be doing it to himself. I’m sure a lot of this conversation has been brought up in his own therapy, and I’m no professional, but I’m doing my best to heed the advice of my own therapist - which is the opposite of what Harry is doing - and it’s done wonders for me, when I actually can do it.

If there’s anything I know from this whole thing, it’s that Harry is absolutely punching above his weight, love him as I may, and that he adores, adores, adores his wife. He has chosen her from the very second she came into his life and I couldn’t want anything more for him or from her. I’m not going to lie, I would have been in this thing for any wife that Harry chose, because I was here long before Meghan specifically came into his life. However, I am glad every day that he chose her, that he loves her, that he wants to protect her, that she loves him back, that he lives the life with her that he’s wanted as long as I (and I’m sure he) can remember. I love her because he loves her, and I would have no matter what, because at the end of the day, it’s his happiness and comfort that matters to me, that has mattered to me since I discovered him and how wonderful he can be more than 7 years ago. What more could I ask of Meghan? What more, as his fan to the end (annoy me as he may), could I want for him? Who could say anything about her in that regard? If there’s anything that has come of this mess, to me, it’s that Harry loves, loves, loves his wife. I will always be happy for him and I will always be proud of him for choosing her, even if I don’t always agree with the way he goes about it.

I’m looking forward to peace, too. I cannot wait for things to just die out, for them to work things out as a couple and as a family, and for everyone to move on. The family will still do their thing and the Sussexes can do theirs, but I cannot deal with this back and forth, tit for tat, petty nonsense anymore. They’re wonderful and flawed, like the rest of them (except Andrew), and I just hope that they can all come to some kind of agreement or terms that lets this die down. It’s exhausting for everyone - themselves included. If I’m this tired, I can only imagine how tired they all are.

Thanks for stopping by, and sorry for the essay (essays, these past 24 hours lol). I really appreciate your kindness in this message, your presence in my notifications (I do see them!), your nuanced perspective and like I said before, I really, really appreciate that you own it!

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