pearl. eighteen. she / her. aspiring historian. writer by day. poet by night. child of aphrodite. coffee addict. mizu’s pretty girl. hobie brown’s rockstar girlfriend. miles quaritch’s sweetheart. aemond targaryen’s princess. lace stocking fanatic. beabadoobee and alexa demie worshipper. certified star girl.
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The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.
It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.
However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.
Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.
‘Who would not climb the wall for a peer over the edge?’
goddamn i’m gonna cry, this is so beautiful
“Because the blessed child of Eywa wasn’t one of the People. Her skin was not the deep azure of the na’vi, nor was it patterned. When the People traced their fingers against her it was curiosity that caused them to reach. They marveled at how she required no mask; how her chest expanded, breathing with ease.
No. The blessed child of Eywa was no na’vi. Her eyes were brown as earth, her skin the color of wet sand. No kuru fell from her scalp down her spine, and yet the world around her still turned and listened to her words.
For the blessed child of Eywa was a person of the sky, the face of everything their world should be free of. Yet the Great Mother had claimed her as daughter in spite of that fact, in spite of her feeble size. She gave her strength and power, and commanded her to breathe. And so she did, and she lived.”
— excerpt from chapter one, breath of venus (rewrite)
me if you were wondering
hello! did you think i forgot? bov has been on the forefront of my mind these past months, despite my inactivity with the story. this is because ive been reworking the plot in my head and deciding what i want to do with it going forward. ive decided that i want to write a few experimental chapters from the top of the story, just to see how i feel and try and pull myself out of the gutter.
be warned. the story will be changed (how much? well, depends on you, my loves).
a taglist is below for my long time bov readers so they can see this announcement immediately.
as always, i love you dearly and wish you a lovely day.
all my love,
pearl
if enough people acknowledge this post then i’ll get my ass back in the writing room.
i love pinterest, it’s so girl. but damn if i don’t exist a tab in frustration when im trying to find more pins with the same vibe as an image and it just gives me different images of people wearing the same thing.
fighting of the guilt of being on hiatus for so long is going to be even harder during kinktober. i know the feeling is unnecessary, and yet still i feel like i let down my community by losing passion.
he loves my heart shaped sunglasses/AAAAHHHAHHHHH
I kind of slayed with this I fear
hi hi, Dolls… It’s that time of the month again, YOU GOT MAIILL <3
A bit delayed because I just moved from Marbella to Hamburg, and moving is EXHAUSTING, but we're finally here, and I hope you guys have been having a lovely September so far. :)
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Synopsis: You've come to learn the fact that your sworn protector has a hard time denying your requests. Warnings: None (yet), Aemond and Reader coming some realizations, ¿infatuation?, Aemond Concerned, Fluff
“How much further?” You asked, voice louder as you peeked your head out of the moving wheelhouse so you could speak with your knight who rode atop his horse beside you. “A few more hours, princess— we shall arrive before sundown.” Ser Aemond replied, watching as a pout formed on your lips as you were growing bored with the endless hours on the road. “I’m bored,” You sigh, trying to make conversation with your knight whilst half of your body dangled on the edge of the wheelhouse.
“Princess, you must sit down— you might hurt yourself,” Aemond said, concerned the roads were quite uneven, and he was certain that with just one bump, you’d fall from the slot. “But my legs are numb! Can we not rest for a moment?” You questioned, trying to look for Ser Aemond’s eye through the slats of his helmet. Widening your own eyes, imploring him to agree. “The princess is right; we had been riding since first light. We could rest for a moment.” Ser Adam then intruded on your conversation, riding faster and abandoning his post that was behind the wheelhouse. “Return to your station, Ser Adam.” Aemond gritted as the knight rode beside him.
“Ser Aemond, please! Just an hour, I’m certain the drivers are weary from travel as well! We could all use rest.” You implored, clutching tightly upon the window frame as the wheelhouse jostled, making Aemond take in a sharp breath as he was overly concerned that you might harm yourself. “Fine, just half an hour, princess. Your brother gave strict orders that we must arrive before sundown.” He sighed, motioning for Adam to tell the drivers to halt and rest by the side. “Thank you!” You sang and finally complied with your knight’s orders to sit back down. When the doors opened, you were met with the muddied ground, and before one of the squires could place a cloth over it, Ser Aemond took hold of your waist and lifted you off the ground into the grass. “Come, Theo,” You called, and the jingle of your cat’s collar could be heard as he leaped from the wheelhouse and found his place by your side.
OMMMMGGGG YALL JUST DONT GET IT.
