a title that i like

So like I know Isabel is an experienced spectral and stuff but like. To be fair the only tool she’s ever used has been Eightfold’s. What if using Flippy’s abilities are harder for her because of this? Maybe she’ll need to learn to use them, and learn to use them effectively as well? What if when they confront Hijack or w/e, she might need to find an alternate way to fight?

Basically what I’m saying is that i want this to happen

she always thought that praying was for fools.

she kept cracking into
a million pieces;
every time that she
would close her eyes
and drift into sleep.
there was no rest for
the wicked, 
there was no rest for
the damned. 
she prayed to a god that
ignored her at best.
when she got tired of
trying when she got
tired of kneeling,
she would glue herself
back together with 
her own hands.
wishing that in lieu 
of calloused fingers,
that she could have
porcelain ones instead.
              -jw.

ashaqueens  asked:

Hi! I'm reading about Jeyne Arryn (and ladies regents overall) and since it doesn't say, I wondered if you have any thoughts on who she might have married? Is there any difference in women marrying lords and men marrying ladies, i.e. a daughter of a vassal house is often gladly given to the ruling lord bc of status and the honor, but since any children of a ruling lady would be her surname instead of the husband's, do you think ppl might rather marry another and keep their own name?

I don’t think Jeyne Arryn married anyone. You don’t get a title like Maiden of the Vale (cf Elizabeth I, the Virgin Queen) if you’re married with kids. After she died, the rulership of the Vale probably passed to a sibling or cousin. The general history of House Arryn makes me suspect this has happened several times. (Besides the situation with Sweetrobin and Harry Hardyng, there’s also the time when Lord Ronnel and his family were murdered by his younger brother Jonos who was then executed by Maegor, and the rulership passed to their cousin Hubert.)

Regarding a man marrying a ruling lady and not having the default right to give his name to his children (as long as I’m cf’ing British royals, see Prince Philip’s complaint)… well, it’s a tradeoff. He may not have that visible legacy, but he typically is his lady wife’s chief adviser (and often administrator of her lands and leader of her soldiers), and that kind of influence and power is not a benefit to be overlooked. For example, Drazenko Rogare was married to the Dornish ruling Princess Aliandra Martell, and the Rogare banking family had great influence in Westeros at the time. (Also because his niece, Larra, was married to Prince Viserys Targaryen, the future King Viserys II.) Plus, a father’s influence on his children is usually very strong, so the opportunity to raise the future heir is another benefit – men who marry their daughters to a ruling lord can only hope he will give favor to his father-in-law, but it’s pretty much a given that a ruling lord (or lady) will honor and favor his father, even if they don’t share the same surname. Furthermore, if by some accident the lady should die while her children are underage, it’s an almost certainty that her husband-consort would be appointed regent for the new young lord (or lady).

Marrying an heiress or ruling lady is also an opportunity for rogues, the kind of man who’d look at the above benefits as the real reason for and true profit of the marriage. (Which is why such a woman needs to be very careful who she selects as her husband, if she can.) Prince Daemon Targaryen, even though he deeply disliked his wife Lady Rhea Royce (who he called “my bronze bitch”) and spent as little time in the Vale as possible, still tried to claim her lands and incomes after her death. (He failed, Runestone passed to Rhea’s nephew, and Lady Jeyne Arryn told Daemon to get the hell out of the Vale.) Bronn married Lollys Stokeworth, who was not even her mother’s heir, with the intent of displacing her childless elder sister; and after his and Cersei’s (inept) machinations, both Lady Tanda and Falyse were dead, and while Lollys is now technically Lady Stokeworth, as she is mentally disabled Bronn is calling himself Lord Stokeworth. (His hired army in Stokeworth castle also helps there.) Also since Bronn was lowborn, the opportunity for his future children to be named Stokeworth is actually something he’d prefer to his own lack of a surname. And then there’s Hyle Hunt, who boldfacedly tells Brienne that Tarth is what he wants, in exchange for giving her the sex and children he thinks she wants. Not to mention Tywin’s plans for Tyrion and Sansa, or Tyrek and little Lady Ermesande Hayford, although that’s less of a “rogue” and more of a “malicious bastard manipulating tyrant” kind of thing. (Tywin would probably insist that the children be named Lannister, anyway.)

At any rate, the (hopefully) better sort of man who marries a ruling lady is probably not any kind of heir. He’s a second son, or a third, with little or no chance at his parent’s seat. What does it matter if your children have your name, when they’ll never have an opportunity to inherit your family’s lands or live in your family’s castle? Oftentimes he’s marrying up, too, to greater status and honor than his own – like when a ruling Princess of Dorne marries one of her bannermen; or like when the landed knight Ser Eustace Osgrey married Lady Rohanne Webber, whose lands included much of what House Osgrey had lost over the years (including her castle). (Though we don’t know if Eustace and Rohanne had any kids before she was widowed (again) and married Gerold Lannister, or if they did, what they were named. There are no known Osgreys in current-times Westeros, mind you, and only one Webber, who’s with a mercenary group of exiles.) Also, a ruling lady may sometimes marry a cousin, who shares her name but is not in the direct line of succession, as a way of binding together branches of the family and preventing challenges to her inheritance. Though in that case her husband may rule straight up, without her (the situation of Serena and Sansa Stark, most likely), or with her until his death (the probable situation of Lady Shella Whent, whose father and grandfather were Lords of Harrenhal, and yet her husband Walter Whent was the named lord during the great tourney there).

Nevertheless. It is interesting that of almost all the ruling ladies we know, when they have husbands they’re barely mentioned if at all. Oberyn Martell speaks of his trip to Casterly Rock with his mother the Princess of Dorne and “her consort”, not his father. Arys Oakheart thinks of his mother Lady Arwyn in re “the women are the strong ones”, but never once thinks of his father. We know nothing about the (deceased) husbands of the elderly ruling ladies Tanda Stokeworth, Mary Mertyns, and Anya Waynwood. The Dornish ruling ladies Delonne Allyrion, Larra Blackmont, and Nymella Toland have children, but no named or appearing consorts. And of course Maege Mormont “beds with a bear”, as does her heir Alysane. It’s an intriguing reversal of the usual situation of unnamed wives in the rest of Westeros… although I think it would be more interesting to meet one of these consorts and see what he thinks about his life, and his wife.

Well, maybe we’ll get a chance to find out in the next two books or so. (Though at this rate, I doubt it, alas.) Anyway, hope that helps!

will i ever be able to write a 5k+ jimon fic thats not like,,, absolutely ridiculous oh my god

penaltywaltz  asked:

For the title game: Mollrene, The Dress-Up Caper

This would just be pure fluff.

Molly and Irene have been dating for nearly two years. Molly calls Irene one afternoon, informing her that a car will pick her up at 7 that evening, and that Irene should wear her nicest dress. Irene is understandably confused, because she can’t recall making any plans with Molly. She gets ready anyway, thinking that Molly must have forgotten to tell her about some hospital function that they have to attend.

A knock sounds on her door promptly at 7; when Irene asks where they’re going, however, the driver refuses to tell her, saying he can’t ruin the surprise. The night goes on, and Irene becomes more and more confused. Instead of going to one place, they travel to many. At each location, Irene finds a rose and a note, recalling a special memory of her relationship with Molly.

Finally, Irene arrives at St. Bart’s hospital, where she and Molly first met. She finds the pathologist waiting for her, twelfth rose in one hand, and a ring box in the other.

Stop Freaking Out And Put Some Pants On

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,141

Description: Kai’s thoughts get the best of him and he ends up believing that you will reject his proposal. For advice, he goes to his three closest friends he could think of, in hopes of gaining ideas of ways to sweep you off your feet.

Warnings: None my dude, this is a happy kinda thing.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I can request for a Kai imagine. Kai asking Damon, Stefan and Alaric to help him out on ways he can propose to you and you end up saying yes. :) I love your blog btw. 💕 - @floxeuu

A/N: Kai Parker imagines always make me feel so smiley, I love his and I’m not sorry about it. But this title makes me feel like I just wrote a Fall Out Boy song if you catch my drift, anyway I hope you enjoy 

Requests are open, check bio for details :)

Originally posted by televisiongifs

Through out the Salvatore mansion the sound of pacing could be heard. The crackling fire, the movement of Damon in the kitchen, Stefan’s  soft music playing in his room, and Alaric’s car pulling into the driveway, couldn’t compare to Kai Parker’s nervous pacing.

The worst part about it was that it didn’t stop. From the moment Kai had arrived at Damon and Stefan’s residence he was pacing. That was almost two hours ago.

At first the two brothers found it funny, a man so nervous to ask a girl a simple question, that he was left silently pacing in the living room until someone would physically stop him.

But then ten minutes past by and Kai was still in the living room, moving back and forth over and over again, with what seemed to be no end.

When Stefan had asked Kai what was wrong, all he had done was placed a small black velvet box on the couch next to him and then proceeded to pace.

Stefan almost chocked at the inference, and almost died again when he saw the ring. Damon had a similar reaction.

They had called Alaric over for some advice, not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

Now, the three men all surrounded Kai and his pacing, waiting for him to sit down.

“Kai, why don’t you just take a seat before your legs fall off. Let’s talk about this.”

Alaric said, understanding pre-proposal jitters, however not to this extent.

When Kai didn’t stop moving, Damon had sighed and looked over to Stefan and Alaric with raised eyebrows. Then he brought his hand up and slapped him across the cheek.

“Ow!”

“Damon!”

“Someone had to get him to stop.”

Now Kai sat on one couch while the other three sat on the one across from him, almost in an interrogation style.

“Kai just talk to us, tell us what you’re so worried about.”

Stefan said calmingly, in an effort to keep Kai from pacing again.

“What if she says no? Why would (Y/N) want to marry me anyway? I’m a terrible person whose done terrible things, I don’t even know why she’s with me. Maybe for sex, do you think she would-”

“No, shut up.”

Damon stated cutting him off, not wanting to hear about his friends sex life.

“Listen, granted you’ve messed up quite a lot but clearly that had no impact on (Y/N). She loves you and you know that, theres no reason to be nervous. Now, since that’s cleared from the air, how do you plan on asking her?”

Alaric shifted the conversation and Kai just shrugged with a nervous expression on his face.

“Wait so you bought a ring, without a plan?”

Stefan questioned, curious as to how he would have hidden the ring from your curious mind.

“I clearly don’t think much okay? I just want to ask her, thats all. Nothing huge and sappy like you see in the movies, I think I would throw up. Also, so many things could go wrong, like if we put up lights they could blow out of flowers could make her allergies worse and what if-”

“Maybe you should stop talking.”

Damon’s snarky comment cut him off, then he looked to Alaric and Stefan with pleading eyes.

“Please help me, I’m hopeless.”

Alaric sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You said you just wanted to ask her right?”

Kai nodded with his head placed in his hands. 

“Why don’t you just walk with her, talk to her about everything and anything and just propose?”

Stefan suggested from his spot on the couch. 

“Or you can buy a bottle of bourbon and knock it down to loosen your nerves.”

Damon added, while both Alaric and Stefan smacked him over the head.

“I’m kidding, just put your man pants on and propose! She loves you for some reason!”

“The walk sounds nice, its casual and romantic, if you wanna add a little pizzazz you can.”

Kai nodded and left the house.

“The ring!”

Alaric yelled, bringing Kai’s attention back to the boys and ran over to the couch and took the ring, then left the house.

* * *

Kai stood in front of your shared apartment door and took out the key, unlocking it and entering to see you sitting on the couch eat a bowl of ice cream.

“Hey babe what’s up?”

You asked turning down the TV’s volume. 

“We’re gonna go on a walk so take your pjs off and lets roll.”

Kai cringed and shut his eyes and sighed.

“Sorry, just put on whatever you like and let me take you to the park, it won’t be as weird as I made it I promise.”

You laughed and stood up from the couch. You walked over to Kai and put your hand on his forehead.

“You feeling ok? You seem a little off.”

You moved your hand from his forehead to his cheek and he relaxed at your kind touch.

“I’m ok, yeah, just go get changed and we’ll walk and talk you know?”

Nodding, you left the room and smiled, laughing at his odd behavior.

After changing, you came out of your room and saw Kai, still standing near the door. He took you hand and led you out of the apartment and into his car.

“We’re not walking?”

“Yeah, just not around the block.”

Through the drive, you looked out the car window wondering about the final destination and why Kai is not as confident as he normally is. A short drive later, Kai stopped the car and you two got out. Kai led you to a empty walkway and placed his hand on yours.

“Now, (Y/N) I know that I don’t deserve an award for the greatest person of the year and I sure as hell don’t understand how you even put up with me so I kinda just wanted you to know that you mean a lot to me.” 

You gasped when you saw the rose petals that led to a cut down tree stump which held a small opened ring box.

“Kai…”

Tears started to brim your eyes as Kai led you through the rose petals to the tree stump.

“(Y/N),”

He took the ring of the tree and got down on one knee.

“There is no world I could travel to where I could be happier than I am right now. You are the love of my life and the only person that sees me for me, so will you do me the honor and become my wife?”

Tears were now falling down your face and you could only muster a small whisper.

“Yes.”

Kai’s eyes filled with joy and quickly flooded with tears. All his nerves from before vanished once he put the beautiful engagement ring on your finger.

Feels Like Loneliness - Part One

I got the title for this because I was listening to Sabrina Carpenter’s song of the same name and a few specific lyrics of the song made me think of the fic. So now it shares a name with the song. Anyway. This fic is going to be full of angst and drama. If that’s not your thing, turn away now because Owen and Amelia’s relationship is going to be messy, and hard, and full of problems. I hope you all enjoy this new fic. There is a lot that I have planned for it. The first part sort of sets the tone for what’s to come. Again, I hope you enjoy, and keep your eyes open for the next part coming soon enough :)
-Megan

Prompt: Heyy! I love your stories❤ can you write something angst again because those strories are the best😍 something like if there was a time when owen and amelia almost got a divorce or something like that🤔

“Don’t worry when I fight with you. Worry when I stop because it means there’s nothing left  for us to fight for.”

“Don’t even try that crap with me right now,” Amelia hissed.

Owen followed his wife angrily through the hospital, her speed only increasing as he walked behind her. She had no patience to deal with him. He could be angry at her all she wanted, she wasn’t dragging their personal problems into her work life. Things had been rocky between them at home, but she knew better than to drag that to the hospital and let it interfere with a patient.

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anonymous asked:

If you do titles, I think it'd be funny if you made it like episodes of friends titles. Like "The One Where Alex Breaks His Jaw" and "The One on Christmas Eve" and such

OMFNGJF F I MIGHT DO THIS THATS HILARIOUS

I searched for Bitch, next. No results. I did another search for her more official title, Hellhound, and got a wealth of information.

I like that Taylor seems to respect Bitch’s chosen moniker on some level. Not necessarily respect as in “that’s a good one”, but as in “that’s what you’ve chosen and I accept that”.

I honestly think Hellhound is a better name, but she’s chosen Bitch, and I think we should accept that. The media’s censorship shouldn’t define who she is!

Rachel Lindt had never made any real attempt to hide her identity. She had apparently been homeless through most of her criminal career, just living on the streets and moving on whenever police or a cape came after her.

Lindt is a good name for a homeless character.

I guess she lives in the Mozart Gang hideout now, assuming they have one.

The sightings and encounters with the homeless girl ended around a year ago – I figured that was when she joined forces with Grue, Tattletale and Regent.

Hm, sounds like it, yeah. And now we have a timeframe for how long the Mozart Gang has been a thing.

(seriously, give them a name already)

The picture in the sidebar was taken from surveillance camera footage – an unmasked, dark haired girl who I wouldn’t have called pretty. She had a squarish, blunt-featured face with thick eyebrows. She was riding atop one of her monstrous ‘dogs’ like a jockey rides a horse, down the middle lane of a street.

I do wonder whether those dogs are summons or actual dogs transformed by Bitch. I’m leaning towards the latter.

anonymous asked:

Do you know what Fist Full of Diapers by OddityBoddity is about becuase i like the author but the title makes me worry that its like deaging stuff or fetish which is not my jam at all but the tags look like it might just be a regular story about them in bucharest.

It’s tagged kid fic so even though i haven’t read it I’m gonna bet it’s a Bucky and Steve acquire a child fic

anonymous asked:

I am so dumb and can't figure out how to put gifs in front of the text 😂 helpppp (like this: Title Gif Story

I think I saw that Ashley already answered this, and maybe someone said it, but I’ll chime in that if you’re on mobile, you can’t put a gif above the text!

Dead cold hands.

i like you (this is a problem)

“Here’s the thing-” Lily said, marching into the pub and pulling out a stool.


“We’re closed.” James interrupted without looking up from wiping down the bar.

“I want a dog.” Lily barrelled on without hearing him. “But my landlord doesn’t allow pets so I was wondering-“

“I’m not getting a fucking dog for you.” James said firmly.

Lily blinked at him. “I was going to ask if you thought it was morally wrong to raise it in my air-vent.” There was a silence. James was caught between hoping she wasn’t serious and knowing that she was. “Your idea seems better.” Lily admitted.

“Really. Talk me through that, is it because there is no animal abuse involved?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of then you’d have to clean up the poo, but the no animal abuse is also good.”


“Y’know” Sirius was lying on top of the bar, waving around a beer and staring at the ceiling. Nobody looked up. “I always thought once we owned a bar we would spend a solid 60% percent of our time drunk, and that hasn’t happened.” 

Remus, still wiping down tables, said “I shudder to think what you’d be like on your own.”

“Since we bought the bar we spend more time drunk than we used to?” Peter consoled, baffled.

Sirius sat up. “I would say we spent about 15% percent of our time drunk before the bar, and after the bar we spend about 25%. That is an increase of only ten percent.”

“Where are you pulling these numbers from?” Lily asked while holding the ladder for James, who was avoiding the dishwasher by pretending to fix the squeaky window.

“On top of being an excellent barman I double as a statistician.”

“You are neither of those things.” Remus said. Sirius glared.

“Fuck you Moony. At school you were always saying I didn’t do enough math, and here I am, doing math, and you’re abusing me.”

Remus threw a dishtowel at him and gestured to the kitchen. “Go unstack the dishwasher.”

“Fantastic.” Sirius said, throwing his hands in the air. “This is what I get for my brief foray into math. Insulted and unloading dishes.” He jumped off the bar and mockingly gave Remus’ back the finger. James laughed.


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