(with apologies to those up north...)

I am so sick of white people trying to turn Dr. King into some non-confrontational white icon. Simple truth is that he wasn’t. He was absolutely confrontational, he was in your streets, in your face. Yes, he called for non-violent civil disobedience, but he also understood something white people never will. Let’s just say this… If you are more upset by the ‘Riots’ in North Carolina than the deadly police shootings of Black and Latino men in our streets, you simply don’t understand. Dr. Martin Luther King was not apologetic about black people standing up and demanding their rights, he was the one leading the charge! So don’t try and shame black people by posting MLK quotes about peace and love, while ignoring the fact that he understood the pain that caused those riots. Dr. King would not be sitting on FOX news apologizing for damaged police cars and trying to comfort white people, he would be right there in the front line marching through the streets, demanding justice.

Robb Stark Imagine

can i request for a robb stark x reader one shot where the red wedding already took place (the reader didn’t attend the wedding so she’s still alive) but robb wasn’t beheaded and was able to be resurrected instead of catelyn. when robb and reader meet again, he wasn’t the same anymore. i hope it’ll be sad and all.. thank you so much!


You thought back to those long two months ago as you looked out your room’s window. Two months ago you kissed your husband, Robb, King of the North, goodbye for his journey to the Frey palace. You two were grateful that Lord Walder Frey was ok with Robb having married you even though he was promised to a Frey girl. In order to repay Lord Frey for the dishonor Robb set up a marriage between his uncle and a Frey daughter. Although you wished to accompany your husband to show give your apologies for having helped Robb break his marriage oath to the Freys his growing heir had other ideas. You were 4 moons pregnant with your and Robb’s prince of the North and the little one was still causing you some minor morning sickness. On top of the uncomfort you were feeling due to your growing size Robb instructed you to stay at Riverrun.

“I will be awaiting your return,” you said kissing him goodbye.

“I will get back as quickly as I can my love. Take care of your Mother little one,” he placed a hand over your stomach. “I love you. Both of you,” his eyes looked right into your soul. With one final kiss he got on his horse and left with his men and mother to the wedding.

The night the wedding was to take place you looked out the window thinking of your husband and your own wedding. It was simple and there was anybody there but, to you both, it was more than perfect. You drifted off to sleep with happy thoughts.

You woke up in the middle of the night with a pain in your heart. You felt worried but convinced yourself it was just a feeling that came with pregnancy. You struggled to get back to sleep but, after an hour or so, you finally did.

Morning broke and you rose with it. Before you were completely out of bed one of Riverrun’s generals walked eagerly in with two of your hand maidens. “My Queen,” he bowed but there was something in his voice that caught your attention.

“Sir Bend, what is it?”

“We received a letter moments ago about the wedding,” his voice was shaking and his eyes were glossed over. You sensed it coming.

“What is it, Sir Bend,” your voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“My Queen. Walder Frey ambushed the men at the wedding. It was a cover for an attack he had planned with the Lannisters. I am sorry, my Queen, but the King is dead.”

A scream echoed through your chest. You didn’t know a person could make such a sound. You found yourself dropping to your knees and, instinctively, one hand found it’s way to your stomach while the other one went to your heart. You felt hands on you trying to comfort you and them trying to get you laid in bed.

You weren’t sure how long you cried and screamed for but you found yourself sitting up in bed with barely a voice. “Get me Sir Ben,” you told one of your maidens while looking straight at the wall in front of you. She muttered something and walked to retrieve him.

“My Queen. I heard you needed to see me,” his voice was calm and timid, tiptoeing around you.

“My mother-in-law?”

“Killed also, M’Lady.”

“Grey Wind?”

“The Frey and Lannisters had him in a pin and used his cage as a way to kill him.”

“Alyia,” you called to your other maiden. “Fetch me paper and a quill please. Sir Bend, I want you to gather the remaining swords in the great hall. Have men on the tower at every hour looking for those who made it out of the wedding and are trying to get back to Riverrun.”

“My Queen?”

“I need to write to Jon Snow, the King’s brother. And I need to write to a Stannis.”

“Stannis? May I ask why, my Queen.”

“Robb was not against Stannis and had spoke of making an alliance with him to defeat the Lannisters. I intended to finish the job for my King and our child.

******

Stannis had promised to clear Winterfell out for you as quickly as he could so you could get home. Until then, you were in Riverrun. Your stomach had grown much larger as child of you and your King continued to grow in you. You had woken up as the sun was just starting to rise. Something had moved you awake and, as you looked at the red sun rise, you felt power and peace. It felt as if the sun was trying to tell you something. You got yourself out of bed and walked down the dark hallways to the kitchen; you and the little one needed something to eat before breakfast. You were cutting a piece of bread off the loaf when you felt an energy in the room with you. Barely shifting your gaze as you put the bread back you saw a figure hidden in the shadows behind you. You grabbed the knife in front of you and spun quickly, “Who are you and what do you want!” You screamed.

“Y/N,” the voice made your hand drop the blad. The echo of it clattering to the floor filled the void of silence in the dark kitchen.

“No,” tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. “You were killed two months ago. You were slaughtered!” You heard footsteps running towards you from the hallways; they had surely heard you scream.

“I was killed, yes. But I was brought back.”

“That’s…that’s…”

“Impossible?” He stepped into the light that was beginning to shine through the kitchen window. As he did that the guards reached the kitchen and stopped when they saw the face of your late husband, the King of the North. The men looked at you for guidance as to what was going on here.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You ran to him as quick as you could and threw your hands around his neck, embracing him in the hug you had longed for since the moment he left. But, his arms didn’t wrap around you. “Robb, what’s the matter?”

“I heard you made an alliance with Stannis. And that you are planning on winning back Winterfell.” You nodded confused.

“Then we have work to do,” his cold voice told you. He glanced at your stomach then moved past you to Sir Bend. “Gather the men. We have plans to make.”

“Yes, my King,” his voice, still confused and worried, spoke.

“Robb?” You questioned him looking for any emotion that your Robb would have had before the Red Wedding. But he simply glimpsed at you and turned to follow his men to the great hall.

Give me your tired, your poor, Your Headcannons yearning to breathe free...

Do you have head cannons about the Wizarding World of the Americas? Here at SPAWN (the Society of the Protection of the American Wizarding Narrative), we are looking to collect headcannons about the Americas by those who know it best. (Note that my use of the term Americas is in the continental sense; I welcome any and all from anywhere in North or South America to participate).

Just tag your posts with “spawnhp” and I’ll reblog here. Also feel free to submit directly to the page! (If it takes a few days for me to post, I apologize, I’m in school and working and don’t always get online as much as I’d like.)

I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!