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miss--kiwi  asked:

but isn't the whole 'jon is secretly a targaryen' entirely from the show? Or is it something grrm is putting into the books? i'm lost

I… um… I… uh. um. I’m sorry. Please read this. And this.

Elricest Week - Day 1: How do the brothers see each other?

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So I was re-watching Season 1 of The 100 a little while ago and I noticed something interesting in the scene where Kane arrests Abby in the Pilot. I’ll type it out for you.

Kane: “I choose at every turn, and at every cost, that the human race stays alive.”
Abby: “That’s the difference between us, Kane. I choose to make sure we deserve to stay alive.”

You guys, the writers set up the theme for Season 4 (and the over-arching theme of the series) in the Pilot episode! They’ve had this idea since the very beginning of the show - everything has been leading up to this idea that the ends do not justify the means and, as Becca said (I think it was her), how you reach the goal matters too. 

Kane’s outlook represents that of Bellamy’s and of Clarke’s and of Abby’s (ironically) and of everyone on the council and of Pike’s and of L.exa’s and of Cage’s and of ALL the leaders’ point of views for the majority of the series so far. Abby’s, on the other hand, is the outlook that they are aiming for. This is where their character arc’s are leading them - not just the leaders, but all of the characters. 

I think that Kane has reached this point, maybe Abby too. Bellamy is very close, if not already there - so is Clarke. Unfortunately, Pike and L.exa, etc never really got the chance to learn. But I believe that there is a pattern here. Pike and L.exa and Cage failed to learn this lesson, and where has it got them? 

The answer is dead. 

So it will be interesting to see the writers expand on this theme in the next season, and what the outcome of it is. Are there consequences for never learning this lesson? From what we’ve seen (with Pike and L.exa and Cage, etc), there are. This idea is perhaps most relevant, at the moment, with Octavia, who is going down a very dark path. She is now facing herself with the same question that all these leaders before have been faced with: if I commit this act, do I even deserve what it will bring?

Very interesting, indeed. 

(Please add to this, as this was just a simple observation - my thoughts are not super constructed around this at the moment.)

Teach Me

(Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Warnings: Language and smut ;)

A/n: I had finished this imagine and then MY COMPUTER SHUT DOWN AND DELETED IT so that’s why it’s up so late, my apologies. I hope you enjoy!

“Draga? Draga mea?” You hear Sebastian calling, raising his pitch ever so slightly with each word.

You loved it when he spoke in Romanian and he knew it. ‘Draga’ or ‘Draga Mea’, meaning ‘dear’ or ‘my dear’, were his favorite things to call you and were your favorite things to be called. Something about the how different those pet names were compared to the stereotypical 'babe’ or 'honey’ made you feel special.

“In the bedroom my love.” You call out with your eyes still glued to your book.

You hear his footsteps pounding up the hardwood stairs of your home as he approaches the open room. As he enters you close your book and greet him with a sweet smile. He removes his dark jeans and baby blue t-shirt, leaving just his black boxers on, before laying down in bed with you. The two of you share a passionate kiss on the lips before he relaxes into the bed while running his hands through his hair and massaging his temples.

“Rough day?“ You inquire while running your right hand down his bare chest and resting your head on your left.

He replies with a cluster of mumbled Romanian words, only two of which you recognized. The two that were familiar were ‘Pe Dacu’, meaning ‘bullshit’, and ‘Bou’, meaning ‘asshole’, so you knew he was not happy.

“As sexy as that sounded, I really wish I knew what it meant.” You laugh giving him a peck on the cheek.

“I’m just mad at the paparazzi, they’re ignorant assholes who have no respect for anyone.” He replies letting out something between a groan of frustration and a sigh of exhaustion. “And hey, if you really want to learn Romanian I could teach you, I’ve been told I’m a very good teacher.” He offers giving you a lustful wink.

“I think I’d like that. Teach me the basics right now.” You demand playfully, sitting up to give him your full attention.

“Okay, but you better listen, I don’t want to waste my time.” He sits up and rests his back against the headboard.

You nod in response as he teaches you the simple things such as please, thank you, yes and no. After a couple minutes he gets you to repeat back to him what he has taught you so far. Needless to say your accent is quite awful resulting in him laughing at your attempts.

“I think you need a little more incentive. A reward for every time you get something right. What do you say?” He suggests while grazing your inner thigh with his right hand.

“I’m loving your ideas tonight Stan.” You reply eagerly.

With every correct answer he got closer to where you needed him most, with every wrong answer he would get further away. Finally after a long and agonizingly pleasurable test of your language abilities he couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed your panties to the side, inserting one finger into your throbbing center with no warning.  

“Fuck baby you’re so wet” He moans before sucking your juices off of his finger.

His long-awaited touch feels so good, you let out cries of pleasure to let him know he’s doing a good job. As his tongue finally makes contact, you buck your hips against him.

“Use your words Y/n,” He grins knowing he has complete control, “tell me just how you want it.”

“Harder Seb, please.” You beg through moans.

“Try again, nu înţeleg.” He stops what he is doing and you clue in.

He wants you to speak in the language he very briefly taught you bits and pieces of less than ten minutes ago? He just loved teasing you and making you work, and work hard, for what you wanted. You wracked your brain thinking of words to express your needs when finally it hit you.

“Mai rapid!” You exclaim and he smirks and returns to giving you the satisfaction you desperately needed.

Sebastian knows how to please you, that is one thing you know for sure.

You feel yourself tightening up and clenching around his fingers, “Seb I’m close I-”

“Ask nicely.” He grins devilishly and continues to bring you closer to releasing.

“Te rog? Te rog may I cum, Sebastian?” You whisper desperately thanking yourself silently for remembering how to say please.

“Good girl.” He replies in his deep raspy voice.

That was all it took to send you over the edge. You spilled all your juices as you came to, perhaps the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your lifetime, letting out soft moans of your lover’s name.

“You did good tonight baby,” Sebastian whispered in your ear after moving to lay next to you, “Same time next week?” He joked.

“I think I’m going to need another lesson sooner than that, how about tomorrow?” You whisper playfully.

With Sebastian being your teacher and the very pleasurable rewards you received, you were sure you’d be learning Romanian quicker than ever.

watching the gilmore girls trailer was like coming home. that show has been my tv comfort food since middle school and i watched the finale live and i was just so sad to be losing all of those characters who felt like family and i’m just so happy to have them back.

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While the entire world was watching that politics thing, I ate an Arby’s Meatball Sub and video edited this music video montage for Futurecop! I had nothing else to do and it gave me an excuse to put my headphones on and not have to hear politics. i made a decision on who to vote for presidente, you can stop talking to me about politics, like you already know who you’re going to vote for, whats the point in obsessing over every thing that happens in this exhausting election??? I just want to take some E and go to a 90s style rave and kiss girls, and wear yellow tinted Chris Kirkpatrick oakley sunglasses and robot dance, i hate presidential elections so much. Hillary Clinton owes me $50.

I saw this post with a Dias de los muertos Movie made by a Mexican animation company by actual Mexicans. And at first I was so excited! But then…I saw the characters.…I’ve never been so embarrassed…ALL the characters look WHITE! With European features!! They honest to god have a Dracula looking character in a Day of the Dead movie!!! Like seriously!!?? This film didn’t just poked at my pet peeves, this film STABBED at my pet peeves…I’ll probably go on a full on rant how much I was disappointed… but this post is long enough already!! 😭

Handstand Kisses- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Words: 1100

Prompt: At the gym, Tom practices his gymnastics & attempts to do a handstand kiss with you.

A/N: For this, the gym is empty and it has gymnastic equipment (ie: mats, trampolines, beams, blocks, etc.). I did gymnastics when I was younger and I don’t remember any of the names of the flips, twist, and other things; so, if you’re a gymnast and reading this, I apologize for my lack of gymnastic terminology knowledge.

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“How are you so good at all these flips?” You asked, sitting on top of a block. You watched as Tom did another double tuck flip, or whatever it was called. You didn’t pay much attention to the names of the flips and twists. He got up from the large mat and made his way over to you. He put his arms on either side of you and you pushed the loose, sweaty hairs out of his face. You had been dating Tom for almost two years now and always accompanied him to the gym, where he loved to practice doing gymnastics, although you were terrible at the hobby.

“I’ve been doing it a while.” He replied, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. “Do you want to try something with me?”

“I’m not going to do a twist flip thingy.” You stated, making him laugh. He took your hand and you hopped off the block. He lead you over to the empty area on the floor. When he stopped walking, you questioned him, “What are you doing?”

“Lay down. I wanna try a handstand kiss.” Tom explained.

“Don’t fall on me or I’ll kill you.” You said, laying down on the ground as told.

“You would miss me while I’m gone.” He replied with a smile. He walked to the end of your feet.

“Do you trust me?” Tom asked you.

“Yes.” You answered quickly.

“Don’t worry. I won’t fall on you.” He said, with a cheeky smile, “I’ll only fall for you.”

“You’re a dork, Tom.” You laughed at his cheesiness. He kicked his legs up so he stood on his hands by your hips. He walked on the palms of his hands up to your face. He grinned and leaned down to kiss you on the lips. You smiled into the kiss, attempting not to burst into complete laughter. He pulled away and fell back, a foot on either side of you.

“I told you I wouldn’t fall on you.” Tom smirked, standing up and helping you up.

“Can you teach me how to do a flip or something cool?” You asked.

“I can, but I won’t. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Tom said, holding your hand in his.

“I have you-I won’t get that hurt.” You reassured him, “Please? Just something basic. Not that full twist stuff, but something like a front flip.”

“How about we go on the trampoline for right now? You’ll be safer on there then doing a front flip.” He brought you over to the large trampoline and helped you on it. “You’re a klutz, baby. I’m only worried about you.”

“Thanks. Thinking about it now, I would probably break my ankle before the flip even began.” You laughed, thinking about the countless broken bones, fractures, sprains, and other injuries you have received over the course of your life. Tom began to jump on the trampoline and you bounced up and down with him.

“See? This is much safer.” He said.

“A little less exciting, but nothing sprained yet.” You replied.

“Watch out, I want to try something real quick.” Tom informed you. You hopped out of the way and he prepared to do some sort of flip. You rolled your eyes at your gymnast of a boyfriend. He began to do a twist flip; again, you had no idea what the actual name for the flip was. He didn’t stick the landing and instead fell over onto his knees, sticking his hands out to break his fall against the trampoline.

“Tom, are you okay?” You asked, going to him after he didn’t get up. You kneeled beside him. He was groaning while clutching his wrist in his other hand.

“I think I sprained it.” He said.

“Can you move it at all?” You questioned.

“No. It hurts.” Tom hissed, sitting up to look at you.

“We need to get you to the hospital and get it checked out.” You stated, helping him off the trampoline.

“And we thought you were the one who was going to get hurt.” He laughed lightly as you exited the empty gym.

“I’m sorry you injured yourself, babe, but all that teasing about my injuries just led up to this moment. It’s karma.” You smirked, getting into your car. Tom slowly got in on the passenger’s side, still clutching his hurt wrist close to his chest. You started the car and headed for the hospital.

“We start filming in a couple weeks too. The director’s going to hate me for injuring myself.” Tom groaned. “Spiderman can be a handicap hero, right?”

“Tom, if it’s really just a sprain, it will probably only take a week. You’ll just need to ice it and rest, maybe take some medication. Take it from me, I’ve had three sprained wrists before.” You laughed at your worried boyfriend.

“I just hope it’s not broken.” He replied. He pulled out his phone to inform his mother of the mishap. The trip to the hospital was mostly filled with you trying to lighten the mood as Tom moaned on and on about how Spiderman can’t have a bum wrist. The doctor gave him a sling and told him to take the next week off to rest it, giving him a long list of things not to do. Of course, that list was mostly filled with things that Tom loved to do, such as basketball and gymnastics.

“I still can’t believe that I came out of that whole thing completely unscathed.” You laughed as you entered Tom’s room with him following you. He laid down on his bed and you set his arm up on a pillow to keep his wrist elevated. You went on the other side of him and cuddled into his chest.

“I guess we can’t try to do anymore handstand kisses.” Tom said, wrapping his good arm around your waist to pull you closer. You looked up at your boyfriend and grinned.

“I could try to do a handstand.” You joked and he let out a laugh.

“Yeah, then we’ll both be injured.” He replied.

“Fine, I guess we can just do normal kisses.” You leaned up to give him a kiss. Tom went to put his hands on your waist, but groaned and whined after moving his bad wrist. You broke apart from the kiss and laughed.

“This wrist will be the death of me.” He said.

“You’re such a baby.” You laughed, “Give it a week and it’ll be better.” You snuggled into his chest and his good hand played with your hair.

Can we talk about Steven’s “me time” tho? ‘Cause when I saw him setting the table all fancy at first I thought oh is he having Connie over or something that’s so cute. But then when I found out it was all for him I thought…that’s even better. And yes it was a funny, cute moment, but it also just made me so happy because this kid loves himself, he knows he’s cute and he knows how to treat himself, and there’s nothing shameful in that. And idk Steven has so much responsibility, so much shit to deal with, and it’s lovely to see these little things showing us that he still has high self-esteem and he still gets to be a happy kid and take proper breaks from serious stuff. He just gives so much lately, tries so hard to help others, it’s good to know he also applies that love and caring to himself. Not that I thought he had seemed down or anything. It was just such a nice moment I think.

anonymous asked:

What is the most romantic/craziest thing you've ever done for someone you love?

One of my girlfriends asked me if she could have one of her exes stay with her for awhile because she was having trouble with her husband. My girlfriend said that she’d have her sleep on the pull out couch.
I’m not the jealous type and not only said it was okay, I made them an elaborate gift bag called “Things to keep you busy, so you don’t get busy”.
It was full of games that I bought and then painted to make every game and puzzle unique to them and their long friendship together. I filled it full of their favorite candies and movies and a giant puzzle that I painted one side of them as cartoons with a written message on back. I was so proud of it.

They slept together on the second night.
It broke my little heart.

anonymous asked:

If it's in the same au that would be amazing. I love the first snippet of that werewolf au youve come up with

I’m glad you enjoyed it, Nonny! ^___^ I definitely have an idea for a small Mama!Hawk/Ed snippet from it. I’ll post it later after I answer the ones I got before it!

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My thoughts
about you are
not exactly
forbidden, but
exalted because
they are useless,
not intended
to get you
because I have
you & you love
me. It’s more
like a playground
where I play
with my reflection
of you until
you come back
and into the
real you I
get to sink
my teeth.

Ok I haven’t even watched the episode yet but I’m really baked and all this stuff about the diamond authority casing all the gems to be corrupted is highkey fucking me up?????????? Like so from what I understand that bomb hinted at in the lapis flashback made all the gems corrupted and in the return Greg is like “your mother could only save a handful of her closet friends” so like…..imagine being at war and all of a sudden this nuke hits and everyone except you and your friends turn into these fucked up mutant monster things like what the FUCK dude