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4 (And maybe 5) Grounds to Impeach Trump

By my count, there are now four grounds to impeach Donald Trump. The fifth appears to be on its way.

First, in taking the oath of office, a president promises to “faithfully execute the laws & the constitution.” That’s Article II Section 2. 

But Trump is unfaithfully executing his duties as president by accusing his predecessor, president Obama, of undertaking an illegal and impeachable act, with absolutely no evidence to support the accusation.

Second, Article I Section 9 of the Constitution forbids government officials from taking things of value from foreign governments. But Trump is making big money off his Trump International Hotel by steering foreign diplomatic delegations to it, and will make a bundle off China’s recent decision to grant his trademark applications for the Trump brand – decisions Chinese authorities arrived at directly because of decisions Trump has made as president.

Third: The 1st Amendment to the Constitution bars any law “respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.” But Trump’s ban on travel into the United States from 6 muslim countries – which he initiated, advocated for, and oversees – violates that provision.

Fourth: The 1st Amendment also bars “abridging the freedom of the press.” But Trump’s labeling the press “the enemy of the people,” and choosing who he invites to news conferences based on whether they’ve given him favorable coverage, violates this provision.

A fifth possible ground if the evidence is there: Article II Section 3 of the Constitution defines “treason against the United States” as “adhering to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort.”

Evidence is mounting that Trump and his aides colluded with Russian operatives to win the 2016 presidential election.

Presidents can be impeached for what the Constitution calls “high crimes and misdemeanors.” The question is no longer whether there are grounds to impeach Trump. The practical question is whether there’s the political will.

As long as Republicans remain in the majority in the House, where a bill of impeachment originates, it’s unlikely. Another reason why it’s critically important to flip the House in 2018.

Do you ever think about how Alex has lied to most everyone in her life? She lied to her family about her problems in college and about being a DEO agent, and she’s lied every day since she was 15 about Kara’s identify.

She understands lying, why people do it, how sometimes it’s necessary in order to protect the people you love, the oaths you take. So she understood, and was able to forgive, when Maggie lied to her.

However Alex needs wants her and Maggie to be 100% honest with each other, because Maggie is the one person she wants to be completely open and vulnerable with – and to be that person to Maggie too. 

I see a lot of people talking about making oaths to certain deities and paths, but it took me awhile to figure out why that it makes me uncomfortable.  There are people that need to be reminded that when you take any oath, that it isn’t temporary, it is for life, it is not something you just do when you are just starting out working with that deity or on a whim because you think that deity is “cool”.

As Always
-Robin

Rotten Judgement - part 4

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,877

Warnings: -

A/N: I died three times while writing this. I dedicate this one to the sun, kindly f*ck off. I hope you like this one, some fun stuff coming soon :)

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You and Steve walked hand in hand down the street, enjoying the cool breeze. You knew you had angered Bucky, but you didn’t care. You would deal with him and his silly pride later. Right now, you wanted to enjoy your time with Steve. He was charming and, quite literally, perfect.

“I’ve got a friend who wants to meet you,” Steve said.

“You told your friends about me?” A slight blush crept up his cheeks, making you chuckle. “Relax, Cap. I’d love to meet your friends.”

He gave you the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. It made your stomach do a pleasant flip. You felt your face heat and bashfully lowered your eyes.

It’s too cliché, you thought. Get a grip, girl!

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Extended Edition Boromir:</b> *intricate character with a rich back story, moving and thought-provoking dialogue, complex flaws, and a heart of gold... a key part in Aragorn's character development and Pippin's reason for taking an oath to be a Guard of the Citadel... inspiring leader, devoted friend, loving brother, die-hard patriot, <i>true hero.</i><p/><b>Theatrical Edition Boromir:</b> GIMME DAT RING RAAAAAAAAHHHH *arrows* lol #bye<p/></p>

THE TUDORS SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. ’
’ To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning. ’
’ I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness. ’
’ Well, you’re going to have to. ’
’ What about his legs? Are his calves strong like mine? ’
’ Some people might think so. He certainly thinks so himself. ’
’ Your Majesty… he’s French! ’
’ As a humanist I have an abhorrence of war. ’
’ It’s an activity fit only for beasts yet practiced by no kind of beasts so constantly as by man. ’
’ As a humanist I share your opinion. As a King, I’m forced to disagree. ’
’ You should know, you taught me. ’
’ Do you really think we should go to war? ’
’ I think we should try to do as the King wants us to do. ’
’ What if the King doesn’t know what’s in his best interests? ’
’ Because he endowed Universities? ’
’ That victory made him famous. It made him immortal! ’
’ There’s something deep and dangerous in you. ’
’ Those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul. ’
’ You must be prepared to give him the thing you most care for. ’
’ The thing I care for most is my integrity. ’
’ Do you see that young woman over there? Dressed in purple and gold? ’
’ After all, I am merely Your Majesty’s humble servant! ’
’ That would make me very happy. ’
’ Well, do you like it? ’
’ Should I like something that accuses me of being cruel? ’
’ Am I? You have no claim on me. ’
’ I have the same claim as every other lover. ’
’ You are a poet as I am a woman. ’
’ Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not? ’
’ You give us no choice but to attack and breach your defenses! ’
’ No knight shall ever breach mine. ’
’ What we lack in men, we can more than make up for in ships. ’
’ We are in an island race, Cardinal. ’
’ We have the best and bravest sailors in the world. ’
’ Your highness must be looking forward with great anticipation to your wedding? ’
’ I hear the king was a great horseman… in his time. ’
’ Don’t tease me. I don’t like it. ’
’ Will you like it when an old man tries to make love to you? ’
’ Your grace goes too far. Already. ’
’ Now you are blasphemous! ’
’ Gospel says the truth will make you free. ’
’ Your Grace, we shall drop our truth into the scales… and the scales will fall. ’
’ I write poems, I don’t know how to be “a poet”. ’
’ My Lord, I don’t know what to say. ’
’ Of course I loved her, but from a distance. ’
’ I ask myself why that should be so. ’
’ Your Majesty, I’m certain he will rule in your favour. ’
’ How dare you look at me! I am your Lord and Master, not your brother! ’
’ You are both banished from court. ’
’ You will remove yourself from my sight. Do you understand? ’
’ I have yet to decide whether to make your bedmate a head shorter. ’
’ I don’t think the English people would ever forgive him! ’
’ I promise, I’ll take you as my only mistress. ’
’ I won’t have a thought or an affection for anyone else. ’
’ Look, I don’t mean he is banished forever. ’
’ I don’t mean he is banished forever. Just as long as he breathes. ’
’ You’re going away, why? ’
’ Must you go? ’
’ We little people must put our hands into the fire if invited to. ’
’ Forgive me, I spoke of things I should not. ’
’ For me, that is the true definition of love. ’
’ I have an audience with His Majesty? ’
’ Well, the King is plainly in love with you. ’
’ What would a silly girl like you have to say to a king? ’
’ How do you like your charge, sweetheart? ’
’ It is your duty to use his love to our advantage. ’
’ Diplomacy is nearly always settled by such proximity. ’
’ I do not sleep with her. Not whilst you and I are still married. ’
’ Ah! Your Excellence, allow me to introduce… ’
’ Someone told me taking infusions was the worst thing. ’
’ I didn’t see all of his game. Now I do. I despise him. ’
’ I do believe you love as well and deeply… as any man. ’
’ Your love is most generous where it is most hurtful. ’
’ Your Majesty, I beg that you yield to the King’s will. ’
’ You speak to me of chastity. ’
’ Have you not a mistress and two children, Your Eminence? ’
’ I could be seen to be acting against her conjugal rights. ’
’ You think it’s nothing, to go back to bed with your wife? ’
’ What do you think is going to happen? ’
’ Let me make certain things plain to you. ’
’ It would mean the total ruin of the kingdom. ’
’ I hear you’ve been unwell? Is it true? ’
’ Majesty, when was I ever unwell enough not to serve you? ’
’ Have you no kind things to say? ’
’ You treat me so unkindly and in public neglect me. ’
’ The weight of academic opinion is against us. ’
’ I don’t think anything, but I imagine everything. ’
’ Do you… do you have a message from the King? ’
’ You hate him like a scorpion. And why? ’
’ Madam, you should never presume… ’
’ You should not abuse the Queen’s honor with such language! ’
’ Your Majesty must forgive me… ’
’ I would rather see her hanged than acknowledge her as my mistress! ’
’ Aren’t you supposed to be running the country? ’
’ They’re all liars, hypocrites and middle-aged men. ’
’ Would you prefer them to be women? ’
’ Have I made you unhappy? ’
’ I would only be unhappy if you ever stopped loving me. ’
’ Madame, I pray you, don’t give way. ’
’ No excellency, I shall never give way. ’
’ I notice you allow yourself none of the trappings of your great office. ’
’ Now, my love, let me conceive… and we will have a son. ’
’ Can you not plead some indisposition? ’
’ And then, I should be genuinely indisposed! ’
’ It’s a pretty head in any case, and I don’t want to lose it either. ’
’ Perhaps, one day this little girl will preside over empires. ’
’ I’m not heartless, whatever some people think- quite the contrary. ’
’ I could still do it. I could find a way to poison her. ’
’ But, why should anyone ever know? ’
’ No I wouldn’t. I’d die amartyr's death. ’
’ You understand? You don’t act alone. ’
’ You’ve never even seen a man being tortured, have you? ’
’ I’m sure we both know the object that has brought us together. ’
’ Will you take the Oath? ’
new beginnings.

2,402 words | fluff
meeting at a coffee shop au + shin hoseok

author’s note: ramen shop owner!wonho is a concept that most definitely needed to be written. and who knows? perhaps i might even take requests for this~ 

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Birthday Princess

Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery ‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.

After straining my neck to check the entrance of the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over the loud music.

“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly while gesturing to my half empty water.

My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my friends’ group chat.

Sent at 8:43pm

1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought

Sent at 8:44pm

2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?

I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.

“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I said standing from my seat.

“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.

“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar counter.

I followed his trail and answered with evident irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this evening.”

“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy birthday girl.”

“And why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Because I’m going to become your new favorite barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”

A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous man in front of me.

“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”

“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let you go home,” he smiled walking away.

“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.

“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just hopeful.”


Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the bar.

“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter, “what’s our verdict?”

“Well seeing as you made such an appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.

“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get this party started.”

With that, Ashton led me out of the club and towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button, bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.

“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged and replied opening the passenger door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her feet all night now, can I?”

“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.

Ashton entered on his side of the car and strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark, Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with nightlife.


My eyes scanned the various strings of bright lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop. Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall - with an icy glare.

“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a brief hug and fell into small talk.

“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.

“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton said gesturing to me.

I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is a friend of mine.”

“Do you think you can let us in? I want to introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.

“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look towards us.

Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards me to whisper, “Just go with it.”

Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was referring to, Sam started shouting.

“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”

“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.

While the people waiting in line hooted their agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,” with a thumbs-up.

I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.

“Ash is that you?” He called out.

“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I asked Ashton with a smirk.

“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged the man at the bar.

“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”

“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.

“Well he brought you to the right place,” he said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds are on me!”

“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton said waving his hands.

“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage to start the night.

My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”

“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.

I took the plastic tiara off of my head and placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.

Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.

“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the beverage.

“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine, but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.

“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish, princess.”

Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like Christmas.”

“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and I whoop in response.


“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.

“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.

Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.

As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either, so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he got a lot smoother in his movements. 

It was when Ashton began body rolling that a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.

We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still close in each other’s arms.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.


“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head back.

“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally satisfied.

The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.

“It’s even better than the first one!” He shouted with a mouthful.

I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of my chocolate milkshake.

“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping fries into his shake.

And laughed at his boasting and waved away the few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.

“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said giggling himself.

“Because you have really deep dimples so your smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him blush further.

“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.

I removed his hands from his face and kissed his cheek, making his laughter falter.

“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.

He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug, “Right back at ya, birthday princess.”

Without Dany, Jon has no claim to the Throne

After answering too many asks ( x x x x ) on this subject, I decided to consolidate it all in a meta. Let’s get one thing out of the way, Jon has no ambition for the throne, as a character he will have a lot of trouble accepting his Targaryen heritage and Dany will be in it with him, as home, family & love have been her deepest desire her entire life. But without being legitimised by Queen Daenerys & marrying her, Jon has absolutely no claim to the throne! 

Paper trail : 

  • If we talk about the records that Sam found at the Citadel, they only state that Rhaegar’s first marriage was annulled and he officially married Lyanna but there is no record of her ever being pregnant or having a child. 
  • Plus Cersei’s treatment of the paper trail Ned presented to disprove Jeoffery’s heritage and claim, was a good example of how easily these records can be challenged despite Bran’s Ned Stark like confidence. So without Dany’s support and firepower, it can be dumped in the trash.  


Jon’s Identity : Jon has been known as Ned Stark’s bastard, fathered by a nameless woman for years, he even looks exactly like Ned as stated in the books. To prove that Rhaegar Targaryen had a child with Lyanna and that child is Jon is absolutely impossible. As not everyone in Westeros saw this cross cut!


Let’s breakdown the actual “evidence”

Now a lot of us expect everyone in Westeros to know and believe in things simply because we have seen them onscreen, which is why it’s frustrating when someone doesn’t believe in White Walkers even though it’s crazy to ask someone to believe in zombies without proof. The same way, we are dealing with a huge assumption that everyone will just believe the “visions” of a goth teenage boy who calls himself the three eyed raven.  I’m sure not everyone in Westeros, outside the North, cares much for Bran and even if he starts disclosing creepy details of their sex lives, it will only prove that he has visions, it still doesn’t prove that he’s telling the truth about having visions of Jon’s parentage.  Any sane person’s reaction to the claim that Jon is a Targaryen would be “Northen Propaganda” 

Everyone who bared witness to Lyanna’s childbirth or pregnancy is dead, except for one person, Howland Reed, Meera & Jojen’s father, the kids who took Bran to Three Eyed Raven. He was the one who fought beside Ned outside the Tower of Joy before Ned found Lyanna.  He was not present for the pregnancy or birth, though he must have witnessed Ned carrying out baby Jon & Lyanna’s bloody corpse being brought out soon after. I doubt Ned gave him any context other than asking him to keep it a secret. Again as Ned’s best friend, he alone is not reliable enough to prove anything with the circumstantial evidence he could claim to have witnessed.

Originally posted by daenerya

Someone asked me, that if Jon mounts a dragon, it should surely prove that he is a Targaryen. But Jon’s own brother, Bran is a Warg and is very out & proud about it. So if Jon mounts Rhaegal there will always be doubt about him being able to do it because of Dragon blood or warging. This could be chalked down as theatrics as well. 

Originally posted by giantmonster

I was asked if Jon could walk through fire to prove that he’s a Targaryen.  In the show canon, Dany is fireproof but she is ‘The Last Dragon’, like Rhaegar before her. It’s a special mystical power not every Targaryen has. Just as Viserys died from burns, Jon too has been burnt by fire before. In season 1, Jon brought back a missing Night’s Watch member’s dead body from beyond the wall, when he takes his oath at the Weirwood tree beyond the wall & Ghost sniffs out the body. Lord Commander Jeor Mormomt wanted to examine it after Sam points out that there is no decay. That night Ghost gets anxious and leads Jon to Mormont’s chambers where the dead body wakes up and they see a wight for the first time. When Jon holds a lamp to fling it at the wight, he burns his hand, which is wounded & bandaged for the next few episodes. 

Originally posted by ashavgreyjoy

This has been done before by someone in the books:

Which brings us to Young Griff in the books who was created for the purpose of displaying how hard it would actually be for someone to claim they are a Targaryen and how important Dany is, as the unchallenged head of her house. 

  • He claims to be Aegon Targaryen, Rhaegar’s eldest son. He was a good fake, aesthetically he looked like a Targaryen, which already puts him in a better position than Jon who looks like Ned, as described in books.
  • He had the support of Dornish, who claimed to have rescued the prince in time, who is in fact Ellia Martell & Rhaegar Targaryen’s son. He also has Varys & Aerys’ former Hand of the King and Rhaegar’s best friend supporting his claim. These are people much more reliable and highly placed compared to Howland Reed & Bran for a Targaryen claimant. 
  • He has the Golden Company backing him, which is a force much stronger than the one Jon controls if we don’t count Dany’s forces, which he can absolutely never command without her support. 

Despite all of this he was advised to pursue Dany for marriage because without Daenerys, the head of House Targaryen, validating him as a Targaryen, his claim to the throne will not be legitimate. 

The good thing for Jon is that Jon & Dany are already in love and she would marry him in a heartbeat but unless she takes the throne after the Great War and legitimises Jon, he has no claim to the throne. As a Queen she can just declare that her totally Stark looking husband is actually a Targaryen in the light of all the circumstantial evidence present, but there will be many who’ll be sceptical and view it as a man taking his wife’s family name in a medieval way. Ruling is not even a part of his character goals, but not wanting the legitimacy of his unborn child challenged could be the only reason to sway him to take the Targaryen family name and his place as King beside Daenerys. 

Originally posted by joneryssnowstorm

That is, if he survives the war, as his character goals end after the Walkers are defeated while Dany’s character goals are long term, to break the wheel and change the political structure. Lets hope the pregnancy gives him long term character goals, he survives & we get a Jonerys wedding, Targaryen restoration & them ruling together. But let’s get one thing straight, he definitely neither wants nor would be able to stake a claim to the throne without her, just like he can’t win against the Walkers without her! I’ll just go back to sipping my truth tea brewed in hater tears now!

Game of Thrones Fic Rec: Sansa Stark

Powerful is Sansa Stark - a fighter and survivor, her ability for self preservation is unmatchable. Years of torment, yet Sansa has not broken. Her scars give her leverage, standing tall and strong in her conviction and actions. A true Lady of North, for she, like all Starks, knows winter is coming.


  • Sansa Stark x Jaime Lannister
    • The Eyes See True*: Tyrion’s escape plan for Jaime is successful, and he leaves Riverrun without having made a vow to return Catelyn Stark’s daughters. He arrives immediately after the Battle of Blackwater and learns the truth about Cersei much sooner. Joffrey and Sansa are still engaged. How will his presence change events?
    • The Lion and the Wolf*: What would happen if, instead of Tyrion, Sansa Stark is wed to the other brother? If she can win him, can Sansa use Jaime Lannister to influence his own family? Or, better, will he keep his oath and take her home? Jaime L./Sansa S.
  • Sansa Stark x Joffrey Baratheon
    • A Caged Songbird*: “I will be a silent, and dutiful wife,” Sansa spits. “I will be their pretty little songbird, and wear their ugly crown, and sit on their painful throne. I shall give him a babe, and my love, and I will wait until he thinks that he has won. And then I shall take his life.“ Shae goes still. "You … you plan to kill the King?” “No,” Sansa says. “I plan to kill my husband.”
    • Heart of a Lion: Good Joffrey! Got your attention? Basically this is ‘what if Robert had Joffrey fostered by Ned? The result is a somewhat decent Joffrey, who regards the Starks as his family, genuinely loves Sansa, is at odds with his mother who only wants (what she perceives as) what’s best for him. Despite this, all hell breaks loose anyways.
    • The Northern Lion: King Robert knew nothing good would come of his son inheriting the Iron Throne if he kept behaving the way he did. After the last straw of Prince Joffrey’s petulant and violent behavior, King Robert sends the unusual five year old to be a ward under House Stark. If anyone could fix the Future King of Westeros, it would be Eddard Stark.
    • The Thrill and the Hurting*: Sansa slips into shadows. She can play Joffrey’s games or perish on his horrific playground. She realizes she must invent a new persona to suit her mad king’s desires. Joffrey is plagued by unsettling flashbacks that may explain his gruesome hobbies. As the memories become more vivid, he must face a very dark secret he repressed during childhood. Now they play in shadows. Together.
  • Sansa Stark x Margaery Tyrell
    • Rose Fangs and Wolf Thorns*: “'Valar morgulis,’ they say,” Margaery murmured. “But we are not men, my Sansa. And we are survivors."Margaery marries Joffrey, and becomes Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Sansa remains.
  • Sansa Stark x Oberyn Martell
    • A Red Wolf Emerges*: There is a chance to escape the monstrous place she used to call home. There is a chance to break free from the vile animal that is her husband. A wolf gets away from the hold of the men who flay, and finds solace in a city full of snakes.
    • Vengeance is Ours*: Armed with a common vengeance, it would seem that now is the best time for the Wolves of Winterfell to be allied with the Vipers of Dorne. If this was what it took to see the realm renewed from the hold of the Lannisters, this is the gamble that Robb Stark would take, even if the price was to have his sister Sansa wedded to the Red Viper himself.
    • Revelations: "She has night terrors. It relaxes her to sleep where I am, and as I am needed at my desk most nights, she’s taken to sleeping in the armchair. An innocent notion, I assure you, King Robb.”
  • Sansa Stark x Petyr Baelish 
  • Sansa Stark x Podrick Payne
    • i love a maid as white as winter: She moves too quickly for him to react, but suddenly, her hand is on his chin and her lips are pressed against his cheek. The gesture fills him up like Arbor gold, a sip of summer in an instant, a sample of something more.
    • Game of Thrones: After the Trials*: Podrick suffers a hard life, bullied at school by Joffrey for things beyond his control, he suffers daily. Sansa also suffers at Joffrey’s hands, as his 'girlfriend’. When events spiral out of control, the two begin to discover their feelings for each other and begin to wonder if they can truly be together and see Joffrey brought to justice.
  • Sansa Stark x Sandor Clegane (The Hound)
    • A Lightness*: Sandor never left during the Battle of the Blackwater. Stannis was defeated and killed. Robb returned to Winterfell to take back his home. He married Roslin Frey and there was no Red Wedding. Joffrey did not die at his wedding. Robb waited for the right opportunity to take Joffrey down. For Sansa, there was only waiting. Waiting for someone to take her from King’s Landing… waiting for the rest of her life to begin. (Complete)
    • A Song of Steel*: Sandor Clegane embarked on a quest to find his brother, but so far all he’s found is a lost little bird - and a big problem.
    • Always Find Me Here*: Joffrey makes them do it - again, and again, and again. (Complete)
    • Broken Wing*: Sansa is broken beyond repair. (Complete)
    • Come Morning Light*: “I lit a candle and I prayed for you,” Sandor rasped. “I prayed that you’d hate me and forget me, forget this face. And I’ve been praying it ever since. Get that in your pretty head, girl. I lit a fucking candle, and I prayed for you.” (Complete)
    • Cut if out and then Restart: After the Battle of Blackwater, Sandor takes Sansa to Riverrun and joins the Starks; Yet the road to redemption is never a simple one, nor is it an easy thing to change one’s fate. (Complete)
    • Her Liquor’s Top Shelf*: Sansa Stark has had an easy life as a normal teenager until she gets embroiled in the life of Sandor Clegane, a man who seemingly has a simple life himself of owning and running a bar. Clegane has a dark past, though, and he owes debts. When his old boss comes calling on those debts, Sandor can’t say no. Under the guise of being a nightclub owner, Renly Baratheon runs half of the city against the likes of the corrupt politician, Tywin Lannister. The balance of power is shifting, though. Jaime Lannister, who has broken the law under his badge, turns his eyes onto Sandor. Meanwhile, Renly turns his eyes onto Jaime and the entire Lannister family. What results is a war unleashed onto the very streets of Kingsland, pulling Sansa’s own family into its clutches and changing their lives forever—and no one more than herself and her sister, Arya Stark. (Complete)
    • The Hound and the Bird*: Sandor and Sansa try to fight their growing feelings for each other as King’s Landing descends into chaos. Together, they find soft moments in a harsh place.
    • Into the Wood*: A divergence after Blackwater. (Complete)
    • Kept*: Joffrey is still alive after his wedding to Margery Tyrell and Sansa is still his prisoner. But when his most loyal guard asks for a favour, he feels honour bound to grant it. (Complete)
    • Kindred*: It is said that two souls, whether kin or strangers, old or young, friend or foe, may be 'kindred’. These souls are thought to be bound in some way, their paths wound by Fate from the same thread. Many never realize this, but some choose to follow the thread, whatever may come. Until.
    • The Prophecy*: Prophecies of market charlatans might entertain idiots who have their heads full of dreams, but Sandor knows better. Love, lands, family. Why not as well tell him that he will soon sprout wings and fly into the sun, as longs as she is at it? (Complete)
    • Thunderstruck*: Straight-laced and a yuppie in the making, Sansa is dragged to a metal concert by Arya and Gendry where she captures the eye of the guitarist of the band Cannibal Star. Crude and lewd, Sandor is everything Sansa was certain she didn’t want. Even with this unlikely match, sparks fly and misadventures ensue as they try to get their two worlds to combine.
    • Wolves and Hounds Work Together*: Sandor decides to help Sansa and rescues Ned from being executed, swearing loyalty to the Starks. He is made Sansa’s sworn shield to protect her from any conflict due to the upcoming war, but what will happen when they spend too much time together?
  • Sansa Stark x Tyrion Lannister
    • A Shadow and a Wolf*: Tyrion Lannister weds Sansa Stark and everything goes as it happened in the show. However, just before Joffrey’s wedding, an unexpected event changes everything. The forced husband and wife will have to go beyond their family loyalties in order to survive and hope to win the game of thrones.
    • Desperate to Connect*: Sansa is in need of security since the last of her family has been butchered at the Red Wedding; but what if Baelish cannot come through with his promise? She develops a new strategy in the fight for her survival; one that will impact the lives of her and Tyrion Lannister forever.
    • Sins of the Father*: Joffrey never died at the Purple Wedding so Tyrion wasn’t put on trial for his death nor did he murder his father and lover. Sansa didn’t fall into the hands of Littlefinger - though she did fall into bed and babe with Tyrion. Spans their life until 318 and it wasn’t as clean as they thought it might be with an heir produced for Winterfell and Casterly Rock. Also, being Queen does not bode well for Margaery when she struggles to give Joffrey a son at first,monly daughters which he ends up neglecting, only for his eldest to become a sadistic murderess: his ideal child for the Iron Throne whole his only surviving son is the heir he never wanted.
    • UNDER THE SUMMER SUN*: Tyrion and Sansa escape together from the Purple Wedding in an intensely emotional, romantic and sexual voyage, also full of discovery and a little adventure. I love this couple.
    • Wolf in the Lion’s Den*: A tale of Sansa and Tyrion’s growing relationship after they have married. How will their relationship bud among the troubles that surround them?

isi7140  asked:

"don't close your eyes, please don't close your eyes!" with Tim and Dick?

These are all going to be super short, if I get to them at all, but here’s one.


“Please,” Dick says, breathless. “Please don’t close your eyes, Tim.”

“Shut up,” Tim says, swatting at where he thinks Dick’s face might be. He misses, and the only thing that saves him from faceplanting is the arm that Dick has slung around his waist. “‘M tired.”

“You’re also concussed,” Dick tells him. And they start forward again. “You took a hard hit, and if you close your eyes, I’ll get Alfred to hide your coffee stash. I know where it is.”

“Noooo,” Tim moans out as Dick helps him over to the medbay. He blinks as Dick carefully pushes him onto a cot, and he holds up a hand, like he’s taking an oath. “I’ll keep my eyes open. Scouts honor.”

“You weren’t a boy scout,” Dick says, a frown on his fuzzy face. Tim blinks again, and Dick’s in front of him, his face a lot clearer, and those blue eyes of his wide with worry as he cups Tim’s cheek and whispers, “I’m serious, Tim. Don’t do that again.”

“Do what?” Tim slurs.

“Don’t fall asleep. Not until I can get the MRI machine up and running.”

“I won’t,” Tim promises, and Dick squeezes his face lightly before letting go and Tim falls back against the pillow. He’s tired, but something in Dick’s voice, the waver of it, he thinks, it keeps Tim from ignoring Dick’s words and just conking out.

Something doesn’t sit right with Dick’s statement, though, and Tim frowns, turning the words over in his head a few times.

“Dick?” he asks. Dick hums. “Where’s Alfred?”

Dick sighs. “He’s with Bruce. In Japan. For a business conference.”

“Oh,” Tim says, not liking the answer as much as he didn’t like Dick’s previous statement. He doesn’t like that neither Bruce nor Alfred are here for some reason. He and Dick are still on somewhat rocky ground, considering he’d only come back to Gotham a little while ago. “Okay.”

“Tim,” Dick says, and when Tim looks up again, Dick’s in front of him. “Hey, Bruce is fine. Alfred’s fine, too. We’re—” Dick doesn’t say fine, but he finishes with, “—okay, right? We’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Tim says. “Yeah, we’re okay. Not fine. Okay.”

Dick smiles at him, a little sad, a little fond, but he smiles. “That’s good. Now what say we scan that head of yours and make sure nothing’s broken inside that big brain of yours, yeah?”

Tim mm-hmms­ and Dick helps him back up to his feet. Something between them feels broken. Not broken enough to be replaced, but enough that Tim knows that taping it will only be a temporary fix. And Tim spends the entire time getting his head scanned wondering if him and Dick are ever going to be fine again.

I think it’s quite reasonable to assume that, upon taking the Oath, Fëanor wasn’t predicting that he and his followers would have to fight anyone for the Silmarils except Morgoth. 

It’s true that he names Eldar, Men, and Maiar in the Oath, but I suspect that’s largely for emphatic embellishment. Given the circumstances, it seems unlikely to me that he would seriously assume that anyone else would take a Silmaril - he certainly couldn’t have known that Beren and Lúthien would take on their quest. His anger at losing the Silmarils is entirely wrapped up in his intense grief at his father’s death and resulting hatred of Morgoth, and the wording of his Oath is fueled by this revenge fantasy. 

Fëanor is someone who’s very impulsive and reckless when it comes to his emotional outbursts, and he’s not going to take the time to think about the intricate verbal bindings of an oath or the potential collateral damage that he and his sons could be roped into causing. (And he’s proud. I doubt it occurs to him at this moment, when he’s running on pain and anger and adrenaline, that he could be overwhelmed and subdued by the Oath.) 

I also see him as single-minded in his goals and motivations. I think he’s momentarily forgotten about the Sindar and dwarves who are currently living in Middle-Earth, and the implications that Morgoth’s return to power would have for them. His understanding of the situation stems solely from his own grief, and he has trouble processing the threat that Morgoth poses except through the wrong that has been done to him and his family, and his perception of the epic rivalry that he sees between Morgoth and himself. It’s certainly a character weakness, but it doesn’t imply maliciousness or the desire to harm innocents in the taking of the Oath.

For me, Fëanor’s story is tragic /because/ he’s unaware, when he takes the Oath, of the implications of what he’s doing. He’s hurting, terribly, and his entire world is coming apart, but he’s absolutely bent and determined to do whatever he can to take back everything of his that’s salvageable. He’s been hurt by Morgoth, but he feels he can fight back, he can avenge himself and his father, and he can rebuild on his own terms. He doesn’t realize how long and grueling and brutal the war effort will be. He doesn’t know how futile the quest for the Silmaril will become, how the deeds that his sons and followers do in his name will render the things that the Silmarils represented meaningless. He dies at the height of his glory and the peak of his despair, without getting to fulfill his goal of fighting Morgoth. His sons are the ones who have to carry his legacy and watch it turn bitter, who are forced to learn the costs of his rashness. His Oath brings about death and destruction, but I think it’s important that it starts off as heroic. 

Chemical Bubbles - Joker's Daughter

Joker!dad x daughter!reader

Harley!mom x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1508

Summary: Js daughter wants to be like him more than she already is and wants to fall in the chemicals, she gets nervous and wants to think alone for abit

Requested: Okay joker takes his daughter to Ace chemicals so she can be transformed like him and Harley but she gets svared at the last second he lets her take her time.  After he leaves she finally jumps in and goes home chaned

Authors Note: Jared Leto as Joker, Margot Robbie as Harley. i do not own anygif which you can see as it says “originaly posted by“ so yeah 

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Aemon: The Nights Watch take an oath because Love is the death of duty. If the day should ever come that your Lord Father had to choose between honor on the one hand and those he loved on the other what would he do?

Jon: He would do whatever was right.

Aemon: Lord stark was one man in a thousand. Most of us wouldn’t have the strength. What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms?Yet there comes a time in every man’s life when it is not easy, a day when he must choose.“