Estoy Tan Feliz De Que Hayas Sabido Captar Todo Lo Que Quera Decir. En Verdad, No Haba Planeado Un Final

estoy tan feliz de que hayas sabido captar todo lo que quería decir. en verdad, no había planeado un final feliz para estos dos, pero mi corazón de jacegon no me lo permitió.

Yeah that’s what we fangirls do — we defend the impossible 😌

Aegon I found your secret account again:

TWO pink lines.

There were two damn pink lines in that damn result window, clear as sky. Aegon read the instructions again which said “One pink line and one line lighter than the other means you are preg—”. Oh, he didn’t need to finish.

That’s just too damn good.

He could easily imagine how his mother would scream when she found out about this, calling him a whore, rewarding him a slap, accusing him of ruining her entire life, like every damn terrible thing he had done or hadn’t yet.

“How did you manage to make such idiotic mistakes again and again?” Her words were like echoes.

She was right. Even his birth was a terrible mistake, his first and greatest —if it weren’t for him, Alicent wouldn’t have had to marry that man twice her age, Viserys Targaryen, Aegon’s own father.

Aegon couldn’t remember last time two of them talking. Would he be interested in the idea that he’s having a new grandchild eight month later? Aegon wondered, No, not really, he could barely remember how many children of his own. Last time he called Aemond his youngest boy before Alicent reminded him that Daeron was in college on the east coast. They don’t really matter to him. They are not Rhaenyra, come on.

And what about her reaction when she knew her half- never close before- brother was gonna have a baby? Maybe she would play nice and say something kind this time. Maybe she would give that kind of sympathetic look while Daemon reply with a smile of contempt by her side.

But what to worry really? Aegon pondered, were there anyone really care what happened to him now? He already brought enough disappointments and shame to his family that no one would be surprised of the trouble he made anymore.

It’s pathetic to find he had no one to talk to. His mother dived into the ocean of religion (and maybe her bodyguard). His brother was so busy with getting his fifth degree and combat training and working out in gym 24/7. His nephew Lucerys were his best friend the last few months before he went back to school. His another nephew Jacaerys was graduating this year, probably giving a valedictorian speech. He was also tall, tan, with mind sharp like knife and smile warm like melting caramel. His life seemed too perfect that Aegon hated to break it by telling him he was about to become a father.

No, Viserys certainly wouldn’t be thrilled to know that this grandchild’s true father is his another grandchild, precious son of his precious princess; neither Rhaenyra who had perfect future planned for her first son and heir; neither Alicent; neither —anyone.

Aegon knew he really fucked up this time.

Just thinking

“And if I’m on fire, you will be made of ashes too”

is a really damn Targcest lyric, like it really got the blood and fire and I love you i’d die for you but meanwhile I cheat, I lie, i fuck your dad, I curse your name all the time, and I kill you in most painful way and we burn in hell side by side vibe.

Targaryens are all crazy bitches. They live, love, hate and die as crazy bitches. They make people around them bitches too.

Imagine this:

Aegon walked out of jail or rehab, saying goodbye to the janitor. He knew no one would come and pick him up. His entire family basically abandoned him out of disappointment and despises. So he just walked along the dirt road carrying a worn out shoulder bag, not knowing where to go when his nephew Jacaerys pulled up and said “Get in” with no other words.

Among all the masterpieces, August beats all the songs and becomes my personal favorite in Folklore (it’s a hard choice as you all know)

But every time I heard the sound of “Salt air, and rust on your door…” My mind was dragged into that cruel summer stranded beach with shimming waves, so heartbreakingly beautiful and so in despair.