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“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.

“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.

“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”

Taylor Tomlinson, Look At You (2022)

ursula k le guin was right

all of it, more or less

[Fic] Iron Bound [13/25]

Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Fenris/Hawke, Sebastian
Word Count: 4.7k this chapter, ~96k total
Summary: Fenris, captain of Starkhaven’s White Guard and the dearest friend of that country’s prince, has arrived in the kingdom of Kirkwall with a retinue of noble-born guards and a carriage brimming with lavish gifts. How else to win over the hearts of a suspicious mountain people who would rather break teeth on stone than accept the prince of Starkhaven stealing away their heir princess?

But stone is all they have in their kitchens lately, and gravel in their quarries and ice in their bitter rivers, and Starkhaven sits abreast the richest lea and moorland south of the Minanter.

And Sebastian Vael, the young prince of that country, needs a wife.

—

To say that Fenris did not want to be in this garden was to say that Danarius could be bothersome when he was vexed. That the Minanter was a slightly damp trickle, that the long journey back from Kirkwall had been difficult.

Three days had gone by since Fenris had run aground on the rocks of Hawke in her wedding dress. For better or worse it had been a defining moment for them both. Her frankness had flayed him open to the bone, and he thought she both knew it and regretted it, a step too far in the dance neither of them could escape. They had both made serious effort at civility after that, though that silent pain came nearly as sharp, and he saw Hawke's composure crack more than once before she turned her face away to hide it.

So when Sebastian had leaned back in his chair after dinner this evening and asked them both with naked hope if they might take a turn in the garden together, Fenris had not seen a graceful way to refuse. He knew Sebastian had been heartened by this change in their behavior; he knew Sebastian wanted desperately for his brother and betrothed to manage some amicable alliance. If only it were so easy.

But now Sebastian walked with Hawke on his arm, Fenris to his left and a pace or two behind, and every step brought only pain.

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Links: FF.net, AO3

oh it's going down

• Along with stepping away from all film and television productions worldwide, actors will not be permitted to take part in promotional work of any kind, including press junkets, film premieres, and fan events like San Diego Comic-Con.
• Sources also say that SAG-AFTRA has informed publicists that any scheduled press or acting work after a strike is ordered must be cancelled. SAG-AFTRA members are also not permitted to promote any work on social media, as that is considered publicity.
• Actors are permitted to attend the pop culture convention as long as they don’t take part in any panels that promote a specific film or television show or discuss any current or future work. While attendance is allowed, individuals with knowledge of the publicist meeting tell TheWrap that SAG-AFTRA would prefer that its members completely skip the event [SDCC] later this month.

ALT

Incredibly disappointing behavior made all the more cynical by it happening just after Pride Month

[Fic] Iron Bound [11/25]

Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Fenris/Hawke, Sebastian
Word Count: 3.8k this chapter, ~96k total
Summary: Fenris, captain of Starkhaven’s White Guard and the dearest friend of that country’s prince, has arrived in the kingdom of Kirkwall with a retinue of noble-born guards and a carriage brimming with lavish gifts. How else to win over the hearts of a suspicious mountain people who would rather break teeth on stone than accept the prince of Starkhaven stealing away their heir princess?

But stone is all they have in their kitchens lately, and gravel in their quarries and ice in their bitter rivers, and Starkhaven sits abreast the richest lea and moorland south of the Minanter.

And Sebastian Vael, the young prince of that country, needs a wife.

—

Surely, Sebastian thought, he lived in a waking dream.

For half a year he had exchanged letters with the crown princess of Kirkwall. Then she had died, and Fenris had died with her, and there could be no light left in the world. He had mourned them with all the dead of his family, had fought with his advisors and his council and with his own need for vengeance. Let Kirkwall rattle and rage on their mountain; he had overnight gone cold as marble, and not even the threat of war could stir his heart.

They had held funerals for Hanley and Linnea and Petra and the others: grand, solemn ceremonies with priests and a holy choir. His ministers had suggested an empty pyre for the captain, a gold bier for the princess of Kirkwall. He had refused, not because he had believed them alive but because he was not ready for grief, and as long as they were not dead he could pretend his selfishness was hope.

And yet—here the princess stood at the top of the white stairs down to their feasting hall, a living woman dressed in blue and gold, shining pins in her hair and jeweled rings on her warm hand when she laid it on his arm. The blue samite matched her eyes; her skin had been scrubbed ruthlessly clean, her hair combed until it shone, her nails filed smooth once more. And Fenris stood at his shoulder, living too, redressed in the white Starkhaven surcoat, his green eyes so like forest moss gone grave and glad. His face was lined with months’ hard living, and he went very still when Lady Flora brayed with sudden laughter at the end of the hall, but he was alive. Alive! His heart sang with joy.

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Links: FF.net, AO3

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