#rand althor

egwene just looked mat dead in the eye and informed him that he’s a simp for rand

mat and perrin whenever they go too far away from rand for too long

aviendha, to rand: those pants look great. and i bet they would look even better on elayne’s floor.

elayne: are you hitting on rand…for me?

RANDWICH!!! RANDWICH!!!!! RANDWICH!!!!!!!!

rand ordering asmodean to play the saddest song he knows after mat tells him he’s leaving

Moiraine: oh..hello everyone

Everyone: hi

Moiraine:…

Moiraine: I gave you the key for emergencies

Rand: we were out of Doritos

markantonys:

Literally everyone in The Wheel of Time books at some point:

            Drawing his sword, and suppressing the pang that he now always felt looking at it now, remembering his father, Rand took a deep breath and tried to form the Void. 

            It had not come easily these last few days. In his mind he formed the flame and fed everything into his: his fear, his anxiety, his anger at the Aes Sedai, his doubt about their situation about whether or not he had caused it somehow, even the mess of tangled feelings that reared up in him anytime he thought of Mat now. He wanted to shake the other man, and he wanted to hold him close and never let go. He wanted to kiss his stupid smirking mouth until it was red and panting, and he wanted to chase Mat away to a place beyond where Rand could hurt him, or let him down.

            All of it fed into the flame, but no matter how large it grew, it never winked out into the emptiness as it was supposed to. It always wavered, flicking just on the edge. Finally Rand gave up and shifted into Heron Waiting in the Rushes, to begin working the forms of the sword.

-Sworn, Chapter 9: Elsewhere (WIP)

However terrible things are- and they are bad don’t get me wrong-I do periodically get to remind myself that WoT is being adapted with love and care and devotion, the fandom is thriving like it never has before, and some measure of the hope and joy and comfort I felt first reading this series in middle school is mine again.

Their is something so healingabout knowing that more people are enjoying this story then ever have before, are also stepping into this world where things are flawed and broken and hurting, but where everything will eventually be alright, where fate moves relentlessly forward not disregarding our choices but weaving them into it’s grand design, for weal or woe.

But their’s also something else too. I talk sometimes about how, since WoT has been with me so long I use it as a gauge of my personal growth, measuring how my views and understanding of the text have evolved as I’ve re-read the series again and again over the years. But looking at the way others have evolved in how they experience it, how others have grown over the years of re-reading the series has made me realize in what a better place we are culturally. So many more people see Rand’s pain and his sorrow and his struggles with mental health and instead of dismissing scorning or mocking him, they empathize with and extend grace and compassion to him. So many more people see the depth and complexity of characters once reduced to one note traits, and the underlying potential for queer representation in the themes and elements that always their just under the surface, whispering to kids like me.

As the world grows harder and more scary and more uncertain I find myself thinking more and more about the spirit that defines the Wheel of Time: the wheel turns, ages come and pass leaving memories that fade to legend, legend that fades to myth. All that is is destined to depart and fade away. All that was is destined to one day come again reborn and reshaped and rewritten. What will be is meant to be terrifying and unknown and uncertain. We where made for this. We where made for struggle and strife and endless change and imperfection and love.

All is as it was meant to be. The Wheel weaves as the wheel wills.

Sweet summer children

When you have to babysit a bunch of very annoying ta'veren

asmodean-deserved-better:

moghedien:

wheelofgunk:

moghedien:

god I hate wheel of time because Rand is taking Illian right now and he got stabbed in the heel of his foot

and like my first reaction was “oh man, another stigmata ” but then I remember that Illian is almost definitely named about Illion/Illium aka Troy where some asshole notably got an injury in his heel that one time and I’m just like

re: tag “rand isn’t allowed to be achilles until he bottoms for a man” what the fuck else was asmodean around for

bold of you to assume Asmodean is topping anyone

well, someone in that relationship got to do it, and it’s certainly not Rand

asmodean-deserved-better:

when colavaere was sending crowds of young women to seduce rand there is absolutely no way that after the first dozen or so failed she didn’t start to also send young men. it flew completely over rand’s head however, because none of these men were evil enough for rand to be attracted them

lionelayne:

Sentences that absolutely punch you in the gut