Happy Birthday @lightninginabottle0613 !!

Happy birthday @lightninginabottle0613 !!

Here, have some more ttlr fan art I did as a birthday gift:

(Took the Long Road, Chapter Six: Riverrun to Acorn Hall)

(This was originally supposed to be part of the other ttlr thing I made a while back, in a different and kinda more complicated form, so I kinda ended up not doing it! But cut to a month later and realizing your birthday was coming up, I figured what’s the harm in a midnight pen drawing session?)

Congrats on turning twenty five! I’m so grateful that I met you, you’re genuinely such a sweet and wonderful person, not to mention a truly phenomenal writer! You bring so much to this world and also this fandom, I will forever be in awe of your kindness and talent. You really do deserve to be proud of yourself, both for the person you are today and the things you have achieved!

I hope twenty five treats you well, Erin! You deserve all of the good things that the world has to offer, I hope you get them!

LGBT people, long frustrated by police brutality, finally fighting back. trans women of colour and gender non-conforming lesbians, were some of the key people involved in the act of resistance, including Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera, and Stormé DeLarverie.


The First Pride Was A Riot

There comes a time when fandom becomes less of an escape from anxiety to being the source of anxiety. Sometimes I need to remind myself what’s important to focus on, and I made this chart to help me with that. 

(Posting this at the request of a few people. The design/concept was inspired by an instagram post about covid-19 located here). 

Oh my godddddddddd I saw this yesterday and I’m pretty sure I started hyperventilating

My general rule of thumb when it comes to this fic (really, anything @kelleesioverhere writes) is “drop everything, read now”

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night

Happy smutty Sunday to all!

Check out ch. 4 here.

If Gendry had thought he’d felt a bit drunk before, it was nothing compared to now. Arya Stark was kissing him, with her tongue in his mouth and her fingers tugging on the hair at the back of his neck, each little pull sending his blood rushing south. His hands were restless, wanting to touch her everywhere at once and unable to make up his mind. He needed her closer, though - that, at least, he was sure of. Reluctantly, he pulled away (and fuck if the way she seemed to almost chase his lips didn’t go straight to his cock) before grabbing her by the waist and lifting her onto his lap.

Ahhh I realize I’m a little late on reblogging this, but oh my god this is such a beautiful ending to such a truly wonderful fic! It’s so gratifying and sweet but also so them and oh my god, it’s actually perfect!

This has been, truly, such a delight to read, and seriously so funny and entertaining! Just...the TALENT. I COULD HONESTLY GO ON ABOUT THIS FOREVER

(But I’ll save that for the comment haha)

Go read this, if you haven’t! It’s amazing and lovely and hilarious yet also so sweet and perfectly balanced, it’s absolutely worth it!

Stretch and Release

The final instalment is here! *cries*

Check out Ch. 9 

Gendry had spent a lot of time thinking about what it would be like to properly have sex with Arya Stark. He’d been thinking about it since he met her, really, so… maybe that was part of the problem. He really didn’t want to fuck it up, and, more than that, he really didn’t want it to be the kind of night that anyone else could ever hold a candle to.

So. Maybe he’d set his goals a little bit lofty, there.

He thought it’d be best to take her on a date, first. Proper-like. She deserved that, at the very least. He was having trouble coming up with said date, though. It was a bit of a road-block. He wanted to do something romantic, but also, something that she wouldn’t hate. Something nobody else would think of, but that wasn’t super weird. Something that was, well -

Cheap, alright, he may have a scholarship now but he still wasn’t exactly in the green, these days. So, cheap, but not… cheap in an obvious way. Obviously.

Was it any wonder he was having trouble?

By clarefeldman10