I recently reread Cruel Prince/read the B&N short story, and I had THOUGHTS:
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Can we please stop making people feel awful for shipping a problematic ship or for liking a problematic character? I've seen people accuse others for encouraging pedophilic behaviour simply because they ship an immortal with a mortal, and for encouraging abusive behaviour simply because they ship an enemies to lovers ship.
Certain self-righteous people tend to forget this is fictional characters we're talking about, and you can't judge a person from that. The characters you love or the ships you ship don't make you a bad person or a good one. If you like a perfectly healthy relationship, or are in love with the kind, cinnamon roll character, good for you. If you like that borderline abusive, slightly problematic ship, it doesn't make you a bad person, no matter what anyone says.
Additionally, this blog supports shipping "problematic" shipping, because fiction and fanfiction is not reality.
Whoever or whatever you like in characters and ships doesn't define your personality. Fandoms are treated as an escape from reality for most people, and that sort of behaviour makes our fandoms toxic which helps no one and nothing.
But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary.
That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.
Crooked Kingdom, page 460
I hear you and I raise it.
Kaz: If any Razorgulls encroach on fifth harbor again show them no mercy
The Dregs:…. yes sir
Kaz: can I help you
The Dregs staring at Inej and Kaz wearing matching sweaters: nope
Inej and Kaz are definitely not big on public displays of affection, but just think for a moment about how hilarious it would be if they were. Like can you imagine if your boss (who is like 20 max) has this super tiny super sweet gf who leans on him all the time and you just have to take orders from this chronically angry guy who is constantly hanging onto his girl like
Kaz, as serious as ever: if you see any Blacktips take them down. We don’t want them talking
The Dregs: … okay
Kaz: what
The Dregs, staring at Inej, who’s got her arms wrapped around Kaz’s stomach and her head leaning on his arm: nothing
ALSO, there’s a difference between stanning Joost - who was an innocent boy who literally didn’t mean to harm anyone and was just caught in the crossfire of an experiment gone wrong - and stanning an entitled white woman who wanted to harm a girl of colour because she thought she would find glory in her death.
Basically: Dunyasha stans don’t try to excuse away your bad behaviour and learn reading comprehension 🙄
WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT FALA
she is his greatest weakness
“I’m going to get my money, Kaz said. And I’m going to get my girl.”
his breath catches EVERY TIME that he looks at her
“I couldn’t bear to watch you fall”
he imagined watching her braid come uncoiled and wrapping it in his hand and rubbing his thumb over the pattern of the plait
he has had thoughts of Inej that involve moonlight and silk and hair
he trusts her and knows she is the one person who would never betray his weaknesses
he would die to see her smile /that way/ again
he bought her a warship (I haven’t forgotten this part but I couldn’t leave it off the list because the Bastard of the Barrel literally made her dream possible even though it means she will be away from him)
“say you’ll return” (!!!!!!!!!!) (I always, ALWAYS forget this line and it kicks me right in the gut when I reread it. He. Said. THAT.)
“IS MY TIE STRAIGHT”
Ok so we know how Kaz was supposed to be Baz but what if another option was Zak
Zak Brekker
CHARACTERS OF COLOR: inej ghafa → six of crows
But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.
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