Rebloggin’ because it’s now available as a print! And an iPad case. And…several other things, actually. Even a throw pillow? In case you…I don’t know…want to snuggle up to Knight!Elsa, or something. *shrugs*
Ex queen turned pirate being hunted down by the king’s men and naming her all female ship “the clit” and when asked why she replies, because the king will never find it.
Rival lesbian pirate finds ship immediately. Alliance is formed in no time.
I hate fan shipping and fanfiction, probably in most fandoms, but i hate Harry Potter’s the most. It’s actually ridiculous thinking about Harry and Draco (and please do not think i’m homophobic, because i’m not), but if you read and know the characters you would never imagine them being together. Also, it’s like saying, hey you author, you did a nice job, but i think i can do something so much better, because you didn’t write somethink like I would like, and that’s just plain stupid. Harry Potter is a beautiful story, that lasted ONLY 7 books, i’m sorry you all feel like you don’t want to end and write silly relationships and before and after stories as a way of denial, but it feels to me like an insult to JK for trying to top her story and / or not respecting what she wrote.
I’m sorry if i ofend someone, but as everyone that likes / do shipping and fanfic because it’s their opinion, this is MY opinion.
And your opinion demonstrated that you have no understanding of fan community and no respect for fans.
Fan fiction is not only a medium that fosters young writers, it is an ancient one at that. The aenied is just Odyessy fan fiction. Paradise lost and Dantes inferno are bible fan fiction. Romeo and juliet is pyramus and thisby fan fiction.
Fan fiction is a creative active engagement with media, a response to content with more content. It encourages higher level engagement with media rather than simply passive consumption. How anyone can deride that unanimously is beyond me.
Reminder: Today is National Coming Out day. Coming out as “straight” or “an ally” or really, ANYTHING except LGBTQIAP+ is highly disrespectful to those of us in the LGBTQIAP+ for whom coming out was sort of a big deal.
Emma.. Emma. Stay with me.
Q:prompt inspired by tonight's OUAT and all the swordfighting!Anna headcanon: Anna tells Elsa all about how she learned how to fight because she wanted to be strong enough to protect Elsa from whatever it was that Elsa was hiding from in her room all those years.
Swordfighting!Anna vs damsel in distress!David was the light of that episode…
The Queen and her sister were taking their daily stroll around the gardens. No matter how busy either of them was during the day, afternoons were reserved for each other, to work on rebuilding the bond that had been so cruelly severed years ago. Now, arm in arm under the orange sunlight, it felt as if they could put all those years behind them and focus on healing themselves and each other.
There was a subject Elsa had wanted to discuss for a long time, and now seemed the perfect moment to do it.
“I saw you training this morning,” Elsa commented.
Anna blushed. “Oh, well, yeah, it’s something I’ve been doing.”
She tried to make it sound unimportant, but Elsa was determined. “I know. You can handle dagger, rapier, and smallsword now, I hear?”
Anna squinted, suspicious. “How do you know so much about that?”
Truth be told, Elsa had known about her sister’s training from the day the Princess had showed up at the barracks and essentially demanded to be taught how to use a sword. Not that anyone had bothered to tell her; Elsa herself was still a princess at the time, the secretive princess who never, ever left her room and who no one, no one cared about. She’d simply overheard the servants talking about it; at the time it had been quite the scandal.
But now, as Queen, she received regular updates on Anna’s progress. Since their parents had not allowed Anna to go directly to the barracks, the captains came to the castle and taught her in the gardens. That was one of the few rules Elsa had kept from them, to ensure her sister’s safety. Though she tried to give Anna her own space and privacy, sometimes Elsa would sneak around the trees and bushes to see her improvements; she was never disappointed. Maybe, just maybe, she had asked the blacksmith to work on a special present for her sister’s birthday.
They sat on the grass and Elsa observed Anna carefully. She looked so fragile, so soft, and yet Elsa knew she was one of the toughest girls in all Arendelle. Anna could fight, ride, and wrestle as well as any soldier, probably better than some of them. Combining that physical strength with an acute stubbornness should not produce the adorable little redhead that sat next to her. But there she was, rebellious and beautiful.
“Can I ask you something?” Elsa said timidly.
“Why did you decide to learn how to fight? I mean, did it start as a hobby, or…?”
Anna smiled, and there was a hint of sadness in it. “No, not really. I started… because of you.”
Elsa was shocked.
“Wait, what? What do you mean, because of me?”
“Well, you see, remember that back then you would never come out of your room, and I couldn’t figure out why, and I kept thinking about what it could possibly be keeping you in. I guessed you were scared about something, and then I thought that if I could get rid of whatever frightened you, you would come out again. I thought I would protect you and keep you safe. I thought I would be your hero and you would love me again.”
The Princess rolled her eyes. She wouldn’t meet her sister’s eyes, and focused on toying with a grass blade instead.
“I was fourteen, I believed many things that were wrong. I had no idea about the truth, I was naïve and sincerely thought I was able to deal with all that on my own. So I went to the soldiers and asked them to teach me.” Anna let out a laugh. “I honestly saw myself standing by your door, killing monsters and saving the day.”
“That’s what you did,” Elsa murmured, placing a hand on Anna’s. “You killed my monsters. You saved me.”
“Really?” Anna finally looked at Elsa, not quite believing her efforts had succeeded.
“Anna, if I’m here at all it’s because of you. You are able to deal with this, so much more than I am. I wasn’t even trying, and you made me stand up for myself. You gave me hope. I never learned to fight, in any way, and look where that got me. Erratic powers, not trusting my own shadow, forever fearful. But you’re prepared, in many ways better prepared than me, and to see you all grown up and ready with so many tools, it makes me feel so proud.”
“Proud? You’re proud of me?”
“You have no idea,” Elsa said as she caressed her sister’s hair. “You’re the most important person in my life.”
“And you in mine.”
“Is that so?” Elsa asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Anna said without hesitation. “I love him very much, but what I feel for you is like nothing else in the world.”
“If you keep telling me that I’m gonna believe it,” joked Elsa.
“Then I’ll tell you every single day.”
Elsa kissed the hand she had been holding. Anna smiled, more confidently now, and leaned her head on Elsa’s shoulder. Elsa rested her cheek on her sister’s head. For a few moments, they stared in silence at the open sky.
“Can you teach me?” inquired Elsa suddenly.
Anna laughed. “I was wondering when you would ask. Meet me here tomorrow at eight. Bring comfortable clothes and a wooden sword from our old playroom.”
“A wooden sword?” asked Elsa, in mock offense.
“Yes. You’re gonna start from the bottom. Be ready…newbie.”