Okay, so Robert Lightwood has not been the best father in the history of the Shadowhunters. Not the worst (we all know that spot is saved for Valentine Morgenstern), but definitely not the best. He’s fucked up so many times that I probably couldn’t even try to recall them all. Julian is not even technically a father, but he does a better job at raising kids than Robert.

But this bit here in Lord of Shadows really touched my heart. While Robert has not always been the fairest to Alec, often blinded by his ignorance and fear, in his office hangs a tapestry where his son stands and fights in battle. You can tell from this moment he’s so fucking proud of his son, of his talent as a Shadowhunter. But he’s also proud of how he was willing to go into battle to protect those that he loves.

Robert was not a perfect father, but he was trying to be better and that’s character development and I fucking love it.

  • Ross: Charity's er... changing the barrel, so we might be a while.
  • Robert: You're not wrong there. You er... heard anything about Harriet?
  • Ross: Yeah. She's okay. She'll be glad of your concern when she gets out of hospital.
  • Robert: Looks like you should've been to A&E yourself. Cain?
  • Ross: Yep. But I'm okay though, thanks for asking.
  • Robert: Could've been a lot worse.
  • Ross: Relieved you're in the clear?
  • Robert: None of us come out of this well, right. At least it's over.
  • Ross: Except me and Finn might be getting arrested, Cain's probably still after us, not to mention those drug dealers, we've no taxis, no business, and we've still got two loads of rent to pay.

Destroy the idea that Robert would have been a better husband to Lyanna than he was to Cersei. Destroy the idea that Cersei is the reason he was an awful and abusive husband. The abused is not to blame for their own abuse. Putting the responsibility for the abuser’s actions on the abused is actually a tactic used by abusers to justify their actions and to control and subjugate their partners. Do not buy into Robert’s rhetoric because Robert is fundamentally characterized by his inability to bear responsibility for his actions and his tendency to justify his fuckups by putting it on other people.

Destroy the idea that Lyana knew and was absolutely fine with Rhaegar fighting in the name of the mad man who murdered her family, or that she willingly approved of staying in Dorne while he went to war against one of her two surviving brothers and to subjugate the people who rose in defense of the Stark of Winterfell and gave their lives to bring them justice.

Destroy the idea that Elia thought nothing of Rhaegar running with another woman just because she is Dornish or that her potential knowledge of what he planned makes his actions alright or defensible. Destroy the idea that she put his precious prophecy ahead of her own children’s well-being and lives.

Here’s a novel concept: how about we stop woobifying Robert and Rhaegar by scapegoating Cersei, Elia and Lyanna?


Artist Robert DuGrenier has been making glass hermit crab shells and “crabitats” (large hand blown tanks) for hermit crabs to live in and for more than 15 years.

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“I’m nervous,” Kent says.

“Change your mind?” Alexei teases, only feeling a tiny bit worried. He doesn’t think Kent will actually bail on him, now that they’re both in their suits and the hall is surely packed with their families and teammates. Bittle would cry if anything happened, Alexei thinks. And then skin both of them alive.

But then again, Alexei did see Runaway Bride twice with Snowy, when he was first learning English and someone had the brilliant idea that the best way to learn is to watch all the classic romcoms. Snowy, it turns out, is a big fan of Richard Gere. Kent doesn’t look like he’s ready to bolt, but he did seem skittish, and in the movie, Julia Roberts had been very skittish.

“No, never,” Kent says, taking Alexei’s hands and rubbing his thumb over Alexei’s palms. His hair is already a little mussed, the untamable cowlick threatening to pop back up. “Not about you. I know I’m an ass about a lot of things, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Good to know,” Alexei says, letting out a breath of relief. “You tell me now, then what you say for vows?”

“Oh, God,” Kent laughs nervously. “Oh man. That’s—that’s the thing. The vows. In front of a bunch of people. I could probably do it. Maybe. You wouldn’t happen to be carrying Xanax on you?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, but his jaw drops when he sees Alexei rummage in his pockets. “Wait, I’m just joking. I don’t actually—what the hell is that?”

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A Guilty Conscience

On 31 August, 1994, in Kelso, Washington, a co-worker of Robert Bushey became concerned after Robert hadn’t turned up for work in a week. He drove the short distance to Robert’s trailer to investigate. The front door was lying open and it was apparent that there was a break in. The co-worker immediately called police who were met with a shocking scene - lying under a pile of blood soaked clothes was the body of Robert. He had been brutally stabbed to death, a total of 53 times.

One of the main suspects early on in the investigation was 22-year-old Terry Bushey. Robert and Terry had had a rocky relationship for some time. Robert opened up his home to Terry the year before his murder and Terry took advantage of this when he burglarised his home to sell the goods for drugs. After spending a short time in prison, Terry and Robert patched up their relationship and Terry quit drugs. Nevertheless, he was penned as a suspect but eventually cleared when he was able to provide an airtight alibi.

The stigma of even being suspected of his father’s murder haunted Terry for years. In March of 2016, however, Brandon Wright walked into a police station and confessed that he had killed Robert. He relayed that he had broken into Robert’s trailer while high on meth. When Robert interrupted the robbery, Brandon beat him with a hammer before brutally stabbing him over and over. “I’m inclined to forgive him because I know he has a conscience…” said Robert’s son.

Brandon very well could have gotten away with the murder. He was never considered a suspect and had left behind no incriminating evidence. He pleaded guilty to second-degree murder and was sentenced to 17 years in prison.

anonymous asked:

I kinda laughed when Bex made that comment about how Aaron should realise what a pathological liar he is (or something along those lines, can't remember it word for word). Like, Aaron already knows this? He knows Robert completely. Knows all of his good parts and bad parts and she acts like Aaron doesn't know the real him but she does. Umm, hello Bex, nobody knows Robert better than Aaron.

of all the things she can’t possibly understand, robert and aaron’s relationship is right at the top.

i mean, it’s not like anyone has told her about the shit robert and aaron have been through. she doesn’t realise that aaron has seen darker sides of robert than she ever has and they’ve somehow pulled themselves past that - that robert’s change has been because he’s hurt aaron, that it came from rob knowing that his choice was to either change or lose aaron forever and aaron was the only person who ever made that feel possible.

this is the problem, really - rebecca spent so long thinking she was the only one who knew robert’s dirty secrets; chrissie and lawrence never knew half of it back then. it’s just - neither did rebecca. rebecca didn’t know he was sleeping with other people, with men, while he was fooling around with her. rebecca doesn’t know about katie, about the things he’s done to andy, anything about his history - she thinks she knows him but she doesn’t at all.

she was never and could never be a catalyst for robert to want to make his life better - she represents the exact opposite for robert in a lot of ways. a solid representation of all the ways he’s fucked up before and now and all the things he needs to leave behind.

rebecca doesn’t understand that robert has put aaron through hell, that aaron knows robert far more intimately than she ever could, that aaron is the only person robert could tell his every fucking secret to, that aaron has spent years watching robert hit rock bottom, crawl back up and then plummet back all over again. aaron loves every stupid part of him - despite everything - because aaron knows and has seen first hand, far moreso than anyone else on this planet, that robert’s change, his growth, comes from a very real place, that he is a better man now, despite everything.

he fucked up and hit another rock bottom and that still doesn’t negate just how far he’s come and that was the whole flipping point of this episode. robert isn’t the man rebecca thought she knew anymore. robert is…. very much not there yet (😂), but oh my god, he’s not who he was two years ago, not by a long shot.

and aaron is the one who knows that.

the air was warm and almost crackling with a kind of hazy electricity as alec sat with magnus on the balcony, his arm around the warlock’s shoulders and his chest slightly pressed against his back. his fingers grasped the cool wine glass lazily and the taste of wine on his tongue was a kind of comfort in and of itself, a relaxing and almost quiet detail. alec looked up at the stars winking almost mischievously above him, twinkling unusually bright tonight in contrast to the city below them. his father had once told him when he was a child of four, a chubby thing with rosy cheeks and contagious laughter that was so rare nowadays, to wish on a star. alec could almost feel robert’s arms around him now, holding him up as a tinier version of himself held onto one of his lapels, gazing up at the night sky. “look! a shooting star!” robert had commented in that bright, cheery tone parents use with their children. “make a wish!” and alec had looked up at the sky, brows furrowed and lips puckered as if he had just eaten something extremely sour. “what did you wish for, my boy?” robert asked and alec shook his head. “a secret, daddy.” alec replied and put his finger to his lips and shushed him and robert and laughed and tickled alec, causing the boy to squeal and giggle just as jovially as his father.

 robert had been and has always been the more affectionate of the two parents. that’s not saying much, but alec smiled a little fondly at the memory. he wasn’t one to wish or believe in miracles. wishing on stars or on birthday candles seemed tedious; alec now let max and jace and izzy blow out his birthday candles because he found the act so pointless. 

he could not deny, however, the the man curled up at his side, swirling the wine glass in his hand around and watching the red liquid spin, his head against his shoulder and his hair tickling alec’s skin, is a miracle, possibly the miracle of miracles.

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do not ask me where this came from. it just appeared in my mind fully formed and i wanted to write it and considering i haven’t wanted to write anything properly in months, well… i decided to go with it.

basically, this is how i imagine the post-reveal discussion happening once the dust has settled and the fighting has stopped (aka how i dream it happening because lbr we won’t ever be this lucky!)

He stood in the doorway, watching as Aaron slipped out of his jeans and climbed into bed. They hadn’t spoken in an hour. Robert knew because he’d been glancing at his watch every few minutes, waiting for Aaron to erupt and kick him out. He had been expecting it all day, but even as Aaron raged, hands balled into fists, eyes watery with tears, he hadn’t told Robert to leave.

A miracle.

“Stop hovering and get over here.”

Robert jumped, hitting his shoulder off the door-frame. Aaron glanced up for a moment and then slowly, cautiously, patted the duvet. His feet moved without him, desperate to be closer to his husband even if he was just waiting for the rejection he knew was coming.

He clambered onto his side, limbs awkward and gangling, feeling like a teenager waiting to be scolded. Even in the narrow bed there was still a gap between them. Robert felt sick.

Aaron sighed and then slid further under the covers, lifting his arm and looking to Robert who just stared back.

“I’m not gonna bite. Come on.”

He stayed staring for a moment, too dumbfounded to move, and then felt himself falling into Aaron’s embrace, gravity doing the work. Tentatively, he pressed his lips to Aaron’s bare, tanned chest and then pillowed his head there, listening to the heavy metronome of Aaron’s heart just beneath his ear.

“We’ve gotten through worse,” Aaron said into the darkness, his voice a low rumble and a little faded at the edges, drowsy. Robert rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezed out of reassurance for them both - I’m here, we’re here, together - and tucked his nose into Aaron’s neck.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with this. With me,” he whispered into soft, warm skin, and Aaron’s arm immediately curled tight around Robert’s waist, pulling him in closer.

“Don’t say that.” It was a warning, a hazard light flashing, but Robert pushed on.

“It’s true. You could be happy right now and instead-”

“Who says I’m not happy,” Aaron cut in, pushing himself further up the bed into a half-sitting position, dragging Robert with him. And even in the darkness Robert could see the stubborn set of his shoulders, the sharp line of his jaw jutting out. It was at once endearing and heartbreaking, the sheer strength of will Aaron seemed to possess, his utter refusal to give in even when… even when it would have been better for him.

“Aaron,” Robert began, elbow digging into the mattress so he could keep his balance, “don’t play it down. Don’t make out like your okay with this.” It was one thing to see Aaron resilient, but it was another to have him forcing a smile. Robert couldn’t cope with anymore lies, and especially none that were designed to spare him pain or guilt.

He wanted to feel it. He needed to. It was currently the only thing keeping him anchored.

“I’m not okay,” Aaron answered, and even though Robert knew it already, the raw honesty of the words lanced through him, sharp and merciless.

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Wanting to put this all out there.

I honestly get what Emmerdale was trying to do with this Robert and Aaron story. The execution may have been sloppy or misdirected at times but the general idea was to break Robert and Aaron individually, to make them become the worst versions of themselves in order to confront their issues and then take responsibility for it and move forward. 

It began with SSW where all of these issues that had been bubbling under the surface since they got back together came boiling over with the arrival of Rebecca (I will address her later). 

Short version: Robert has sexuality issues and Aaron self-worth issues. 

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You know what’s super cute? After Aaron and Paddy have their little talk, Aaron gets this little smile on his face and decides to go see Robert. Because he has been reminded of how happy he is and how much he loves Rob and just wanted to see his fiancé. So he took off. Dude just wanted to spend every moment with the love of his life and I’m crying again. :’)

“I can’t do this, I’m sleeping downstairs.” It’s the words Robert’s been dreading for weeks, months even. Aaron deciding enough is enough and leaving. The mattress dips under his weight as he gets up, Robert hearing his steps on the stairs. The loneliness, the utter hopelessness when he finds himself sleeping alone… But of course, he doesn’t sleep. He can’t these days without Aaron by his side, it reminds him too much of prison, too much of back then.

Robert doesn’t think it’s a coincidence that Aaron’s decided enough’s enough on the day that he’s seen Rebecca and they tried to discuss the baby like adults. Tried, because she’s still adamant she’s doing this on her own. Maybe Aaron can’t handle it, and the thought of losing Aaron beats absolutely everything else. Nothing comes close to the gnawing fear.

Knowing sleep’s a mile away, Robert goes downstairs to see his husband. He’s fidgeting on the sofa, clearly uncomfortable. Anything to get away from you the bitter part of him says.

“I’m sorry,” Robert says hollowly and Aaron frowns.

“For what?”

“Seeing Rebecca,” Robert says, sitting on the floor next to the sofa. “Talking about the baby. It’s making it too hard for you and I won’t do it again.”

“No, you’ve lost me,” Aaron says after a beat of silence. “What’re you talking about?”

“You clearly can’t cope with it,” Robert says. “I can’t lose you, nothing’s worth that.”

“Robert, I’m tired,” Aaron says heavily, but he sees Robert’s face fall. “I’ve been telling you to face up to reality for weeks. Now that you are at least willing to talk about it, you think I’m leaving?”

“Yes,” Robert says simply.

“Robert, it’s thirty degrees outside,” Aaron says, smiling at him softly. “And you are like my own personal radiator, curling up to me and clinging on for dear life. I’m going to explode with heat exhaustion if I share a bed with you for much longer.”

“Oh,” Robert says, it suddenly clicking into place. Yeah, it’s been warm, but he likes the heat. “Oh, you’re… it’s not…” Aaron shifts and kisses him softly.

“I’m here,” Aaron says. “And as long as you’re honest with me, I’ll continue to be here. So stop worrying so much about what I think, and doing what you think I want.” Robert kisses him again, feeling a little more at ease. Not completely, but he probably won’t until this baby’s actually here. And things are more settled with his husband.

“I love you,” Robert says quietly.

“I know.”

for @capseycartwright because she did her revision and i promised her tommy and robert interactions :)

Aaron’s waiting for Robert in the pub, nursing a beer as his mum serves a party of four giggling women. There’s a headache blossoming in the back of Aaron’s head, but he’s able to ignore it, confident that Robert will arrive soon. He’ll have a smug smile from a deal well done, no doubt, but more importantly, he’ll have a key to their house. Aaron’s sure he picked his up that morning, but apparently not. 

Scowling into his beer, Aaron huffs out a sigh. 

“Alright love?” Aaron’s mum asks, raising her eyebrow. 

“Fine,” Aaron mutters. 

His mum snorts, pats his hand, but is distracted by the sound of the door opening. Aaron looks back over his shoulder, sees a guy in his late forties at least, standing awkwardly in the doorway. He’s wearing a simple sweater and jeans, light, like he wasn’t expecting the wind. Weird, considering this is Yorkshire. 

“What can I do you for, love?” Aaron’s mum asks, leaning against the bar. 

The guy approaches the bar, stands next to Aaron. “I’m looking for someone.”

The guy’s accent is more Scottish than Yorkshire, and there’s a hint of something else in there that Aaron can’t place.

“Lot of people in ‘ere,” Chas says, gesturing at the punters. 

The guy makes a face, and Aaron’s hackles rise. He keeps his mouth shut; he’s getting better at not letting his anger run wild. “I don’t even know if he lives here anymore, but I thought it was worth a try. He’s a Sugden.”

Chas flicks her gaze to Aaron and Aaron’s grip tightens on his glass. “Andy? Jack?”

There’s a flicker of recognition on the guy’s face at Jack’s name, but he shakes his head. 

Aaron knows, even before the guy says, “Robert.”

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bellamyblake  asked:

Vic!!! I just saw this on tumblr "I want sex now." - "Not until you’ve finished your broccoli!" That screams Robron haha :) Do you think you could write a little drabble for me *aaronpuppyeyes*

you sent this right when i needed it. thank you lovely

bottom robert week day three: topping from the bottom


Aaron’s been winding him up all day. At first, Robert thought he was doing it on purpose but now he’s not so sure. Aaron does have form for forgetting how easily he can take Robert apart.

It’s been sweltering all week. The kind of close, heavy heat that clings to everything, makes the days feel slow. It’s like a weight in Robert’s bones and it’s only adding fuel to the fire Aaron lit when he came down stairs this morning dressed like that.

He’s been in nothing but a pair of loose basketball shorts all day. Commando, because it’s not Robert’s first time, he knows what Aaron’s dick looks like. It shifts when he walks, impossible to ignore. It’s making Robert feel light headed, but he’s blaming it on the heat.

“Shoulda got aircon,” Aaron’s saying. He’s stood over the hob, wafting steam towards the extractor hood with a tea towel. Robert doesn’t know why he’s bothering.

“Not worth the money for how often we’d use it,” Robert says. “Do you want me to open the window again?”

“Nah, it’s hotter out there than it is in here.”

Robert shifts in his seat, back sticking and generally uncomfortable. He watches Aaron cook because it’s such a rare treat it deserves to be savoured.

“Remind me why were having hot food on the hottest day of the year,” Aaron says, he’s leaning over the counter by the hob, arms folded, arse pushed out. Stronger men than Robert would break for a lot less.

He goes over and drapes himself across Aaron’s sweaty back, sucks a kiss to his shoulder. “We could always sack it off and go upstairs,” he suggests, not even trying to hide the semi he’s got pressed to the back of Aaron’s thigh. 

Aaron makes a distressed noise and shrugs him away. “S’too hot. Try a cold shower.”

Robert’s not even ashamed of the groan he lets out. He wants to get fucked and he wants it now. This is so unfair.

“This is so unfair.”

“How’s that?”

“You’ve been teasing me all day.”

Aaron’s already flushed from the heat but his mouth does quirk. “Heat must be making you delirious, mate.”

Robert huffs. Categorically does not stamp his feet. “I want sex now.”

Aaron looks unimpressed. “Not until you’ve eaten your broccoli,” he says, reaching for the colander, “I haven’t slaved away over this for you to not eat it.”

They eat in silence. Robert still mostly hard under the table, arse sweating in his seat; Aaron methodically cutting his food into bite-sized pieces, chewing intently, generally making a normal meal last as long as is physically possible.

Robert grabs him as soon as he sets his fork down, drags him out of his seat and towards the stairs. It’ll be cooler in the bedroom if they put the fan on.

Aaron’s laughing even as he drags his feet. “Shouldn’t we let the food go down or something?” he asks, stumbling as Robert hustles him up the staircase.

“We’re not going swimming. Besides, all you’ve got to do is lie there and look pretty.”

They fall into the bedroom, Aaron still laughing. He lets Robert shove him down on to the bed, even lifts his hips helpfully so Robert can peel those fucking shorts down his legs. He bites kisses across Aaron’s hips as he goes, sets his teeth to the muscle high on Aaron’s thigh just to make him hiss.

He ducks back in immediately, gets his mouth around the head of Aaron’s half hard dick. There’s something heady about sucking Aaron hard, feeling him thicken up against Robert’s tongue. It always makes Aaron’s breathe catch, heels sliding on the bed, makes him grunt like it feels too good.

Aaron’s panting by the time Robert pulls off, one arm flung across the bed. “Lube,” he reminds Robert, as if he’d forget.

Robert gets himself ready, hasn’t got the patience for Aaron to do it for him, all careful eyes and teasing smirk. He just wants it done, wants to get Aaron inside him as soon as. He doesn’t care if he’s rushing, doesn’t mind the burn.

Aaron’s eyes roll in his head when Robert settles across his hips, uses a hand around the base of Aaron’s dick to steady it and slides down on to him.

Robert’s moan is pure satisfaction, loud enough to rattle in his chest. 

He takes a moment when he’s fully seated, just to sit there, enjoy the too full feeling of being exactly where he wants to be.

He slaps Aaron’s hands away when he reaches for Robert’s hips, plants a palm in the middle of Aaron’s chest to hold him down. “Just look pretty,” Robert reminds him, hips starting to roll.

He can see Aaron’s fingers twitch, watches him bring his hands over his head to curl around a pillow. “Thought that was your job,” Aaron says, eyes dancing.

Robert has to duck down to taste that smile.

He rides Aaron until his thighs are burning, sweat dripping off them both. Until they can’t tease any more because everything else has fallen away, it’s just them and this, chasing orgasm, bodies moving.

Aaron can never keep his hands to himself. The fourth time he grabs for Robert Robert links their fingers together, moves over Aaron’s body to hold his hands down against the sheets.

The change in angle does something for him, and it pushes his dick more firmly against Aaron’s belly.

They’re panting into each other’s mouths by the time Robert comes, Aaron following him over; not enough coordination to kiss, just tongues and breath and beard burn across Robert’s chin.

After, they sprawl across damp sheets, chests heaving, Robert trying to massage the feeling back into his legs.

They never did turn the fan on.