as i take a bow

Dany is Mance + Stannis

and Jon’s feelings on both are clear

Mance. Like Dany, Mance is the foreign invader who creates an army of Dothraki-like raiders to attack the realm. Mance also has an oversized image of himself, is a mess of contradictions, and loses sight of the bigger picture.

What Jon thinks of Mance:

Jon thinks he’s nothing more than a charismatic Euron Greyjoy or Drogo, whom he would kill if he had to, to protect his family and his home:

Mance had spent years assembling this vast plodding host, talking to this clan mother and that magnar, winning one village with sweet words and another with a song and a third with the edge of his sword… hammering a hundred different daggers into one great spear, aimed at the heart of the Seven Kingdoms…I will kill him if I must. The prospect gave Jon no joy; there would be no honor in such a killing, and it would mean his own death as well. Yet he could not let the wildlings breach the Wall, to threaten Winterfell and the north…For eight thousand years the men of House Stark had lived and died to protect their people against such ravagers; and reavers … and bastard-born or no, the same blood ran in his veins.

Jon has little respect for Mance’s main “accomplishments” as king:

All Mance ever did was lead an army down upon the realm he once swore to protect.

Mance’s attack on the Wall pisses Jon off. So much that Jon thinks of Mance’s favorite song (about how great freedom tastes) while pouring fire down on him:

Grenn was rolling a second barrel to the precipice by then, and Kegs had one as well….A flaming giant lurched into view, stumbling and rolling on the ground. Then suddenly the mammoths were fleeing, running from the smoke and flames and smashing into those behind them in their terror… When they break, they break hard, Jon Snow thought as he watched them reel away. The drums had all gone silent. How do you like that music, Mance? How do you like the taste of the Dornishman’s wife?” 

Jon regrets not killing him when he had the chance:

I should have tried to kill Mance Rayder on the Fist, even if it meant my life. That was what Qhorin Halfhand would have done. But Jon had hesitated, and the chance passed.

Jon believes that his people have bled enough. He understands their daily struggles, while Mance and the wildlings do not:

“This land belongs to the Watch,” Jon said.
Her nostrils flared. “No one lives here.”
“Your raiders drove them off.”
“They were cowards, then. If they wanted the land they should have stayed and fought.”
Maybe they were tired of fighting. Tired of barring their doors every night and wondering if Rattleshirt or someone like him would break them down to carry off their wives. Tired of having their harvests stolen, and any valuables they might have. It’s easier to move beyond the reach of raiders.” But if the Wall should fail, all the north will lie within the reach of raiders.

Stannis. Stannis is the monarch who uses the act of saving Westeros as a marketing campaign to convince people he’s the rightful king. After conquering the wildlings, he gives them a choice: death by ice, or death by fire. They can either pass through the Wall and kneel; or remain free but stay north of the Wall and freeze. He wants to convert them to his religion - a religion which just happens to position him as the world’s savior, Azor Ahai. 

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summer hinoka and takumi doodle~

[8tracks] here are a few of my favorite jams from the 00s

  1. hey ya! outkast
  2. fergalicious fergie
  3. all the Things she said tATu
  4. complicated avril lavigne
  5. hey now hilary duff
  6. umbrella rihanna
  7. promiscuous nelly furtado
  8. buttons pussycat dolls
  9. whenever wherever shakira
  10. untouched the veronicas
  11. he said she said ashley tisdale
  12. too little too late jojo
  13. lady marmalade christina aguilera, lil kim, mya and pink
  14. hips don’t lie shakira
  15. crazy in love beyoncé
  16. rich girl gwen stefani
  17. kiss kiss chris brown
  18. a thousand miles vanessa carlton
  19. breakway kelly clarkson
  20. glamorous fergie
  21. beautiful liar shakira and beyoncé
  22. milkshake kelis
  23. low flo rida
  24. come clean hilary duff
  25. cry me a river justin timberlake
  26. my humps black eyed peas
  27. because of you kelly clarkson
  28. big girls don’t cry fergie
  29. irreplaceable beyonce
  30. be good to me ashley tisdale
  31. yeah usher
  32. don’t let me be the last to know britney spears
  33. bye bye bye ‘n sync
  34. i’m with you avril lavigne
  35. bring me to life evanescence
  36. lonely akon
  37. stickwitu pussycat dolls
  38. where’s the love black eyed peas
  39. beautiful girls sean kingston
  40. so what p!nk
  41. london bridge fergie
  42. gimme more britney spears
  43. hot 'n cold katy perry
  44. 4 minutes madonna feat justin timberlake
  45. give it to me timbaland feat nelly furtado and justin timberlake
  46. can’t get you outta my head kylie minogue
  47. no air jordin sparks feat chris brown
  48. we belong together mariah carey
  49. real slim shady eminem
  50. crank that soulja boy
  51. smile lily allen
  52. sexyback justin timberlake
  53. let’s get it started black eyed peas
  54. piece of me britney spears
  55. say ok vanessa hudgens
  56. jenny from the block jennifer lopez
  57. shut up and drive rihanna
  58. sk8r boi avril lavigne
  59. i kissed a girl katy perry
  60. single ladies beyoncé
  61. so yesterday hilary duff
  62. sorry, blame it on me akon
  63. bad day daniel powter
  64. take a bow rihanna
  65. when i grow up pussycat dolls
  66. turn off the light nelly furtado
  67. wake up hilary duff
  68. come back to me vanessa hudgens
  69. lose yourself eminem
  70. 4ever the veronicas
Birthday Girl (NSFW/Smut)

Originally posted by dailytomholland

Author: Arfrona-and-Marvel

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Cursing/Sex

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Type: Fluff, Smut

Note: Virgin reader and Peter :) 

Requested: nope

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Y/N’s POV

Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.

“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”

Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.

“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”

I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.

I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.

“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.

“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”

My foot brushes against something soft.

“Is that another gym sock?”

“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t…” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.

Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.

He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.

Heh. Pulls out.

“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.

“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.

“I’ll live.”

“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”

I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.

He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.

I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.

He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.

“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”

I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.

“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.

“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.

I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”

He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.

“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.

I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”

—–

After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.

Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.

I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.

I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.

I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.

I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.

How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.

How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.

I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.

His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.

He’s nervous.

“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.

He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.

“Peter?”

“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.

“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.

He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.

“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.

He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.

Oh.

I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.

“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.

“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.

“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.

I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.

His face reddens a little before he nods.

“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.

He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.

“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.

I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.

“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.

I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.

Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?

His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-

The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.

Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-

Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.

Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp  escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.

“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.

God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.

“Peter… just ask me…”

“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I

lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.

“Hi,” Peter greets me.

“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.

He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.

I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood

“I’m okay, Peter.””

“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.

I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.

“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”

I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.

“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.

“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.

I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.

I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.

I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.

I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.

“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.

I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.

I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.

Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.

My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.

Are human even supposed to be that red?

He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.

I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.

He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.

He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.

I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.

I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.

Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.

Has he done this before?

“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.

He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.

I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening  to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.

“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.

His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.

My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.

As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.

Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.

As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.

“Do you want to go further?”

“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.

He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”

I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”

“No you don’t,”

He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.

I pull him down to the bed.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.

I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.

He’s bigger than I thought.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.

“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.

Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.

I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.

Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.

Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.

I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.

“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.

Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.

“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.

“You okay?” Peter asks.

“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.

Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.

Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.

I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.

“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.

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Those Eyes

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Word count: 504

A/N: hope you enjoy!


Maybe if you hadn’t looked into those damned ocean blue eyes.

The sound of metal clashing against metal filled your ears, and you had to pull your mind out of the water to focus.

That smile.

Your sword clashed against the pirate’s, and you almost shivered when you saw his grin.

His voice.

“You’re quite impressive, might I say,” he cooed as you deflected his advances. “Not many princesses can sword fight.”

“You’d be surprised,” you responded with a voice stronger than you’d imagined. You continued to take jabs at him, slowly pushing him backwards.

“Merida’s daughter, right?” he guessed.

You nodded, not daring to look him in the eyes again. “(Y/N).”

“Lovely name,” he flirted. “I’d bow, but,” he gestured to the swords between them, “I think we’re both a bit too occupied.”

“I’ll take a timeout if I can see the infamous Harry Hook bowing at my feet,” you taunted, a smirk growing on your face.

“Maybe another time, love,” he said. Harry raised his sword and delivered a blow that threw off your balance, and he took that opportunity to advance towards you, inching you closer and closer to the water. You began to fight back, moving your sword faster and entangling it with Harry’s hook. With a firm yank, you pulled his hook right off of his hand.

“(Y/N), love,” he began to beg. He dropped his sword and held out his hand. “Alright, you win, princess. Just hand it over.”

“I don’t know, Hook,” you pretended to consider it. “How about that bow you mentioned before?”

He immediately got on one knee and bowed, even taking his hat off to reveal a mess mop of brown hair.

“Princess,” he looked up at you, and you were encapsulated by his eyes again, “please.”

You slowly moved your sword towards him, and you watched the excitement grow in his eyes as he fought off a grin.

“On second thought,” you muttered, before quickly turning around and tossing his hook into the ocean. He stared at you for a moment, dumbfounded, and stood up.

“(Y/N), you’ll be the death of me,” he whispered. His gaze continuously flicked towards the water, but he edged towards you. Not knowing what he was doing, you backed away from him until you were pressed against the railing. Harry grabbed your face and threaded his fingers into your hair, forcing you to stare into his ocean blue eyes.

You prayed that he couldn’t feel your racing heartbeat.

He brought his face right up to yours, and you could feel his warm breath against your lips. His mouth hovered over yours, lips barely touching.

“I hope I’ll be the death of you too, sweetheart,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against yours. You were about to lean in for more, but he backed away from you and jumped off the ledge, swimming after his hook. Sighing, you turned around and leant against the edge, watching him disappear under the water.

Those eyes would be the death of you.

At the end of every summer the older campers get together to play drunk battle games with foam swords, padded arrows, armour made from cardboard and kitchen pots, and have chariot races with people pulling the chariots instead of Pegasus

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Jack Wilder x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: some smut, mentions of sex


You knew Jack was up to something. Despite his attempts to hide it you knew exactly what he was up to. Of course, it helped when you were taken in for questioning about the Four Horsemen but you’d neglected to tell Jack about that.

So, when he mysteriously vanished for a while you decided to travel to Las Vegas and attend their show, finding it easy to get the money with a few simple tricks and cons. As soon as you set foot on solid ground and walked through the airport you’d managed to con your way into a few free nights at the best hotel Las Vegas had to offer, a town car and a chauffeur.

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Take a Bow

And Now I present the characters of 17776, in order of appearance.

  • Nine - Confused Space Probe
  • Ten - Mom Space Probe
  • JUICE - Dave Strider
  • Aaron, Micah and Danny - For when storm chasing and recording football are the same job. 
  • Nancy McGunnell - “She’s fuckin’ crazy. Nancy is fuckin’ crazy.”
  • The PO-lice - The Police
  • Jason - Always check the bullshit cabinet
  • Emily - Is reading all of Wikipedia. Is really confused when she reads the pages on the Centennial Light and the Echo Jones cave. 
  • Lori - “Did I live here before?”
  • Roger and Thuy - Complete Trash
  • Hubble - Had 5 whole lines
  • Lacrecia Evans - 188 points
  • Burger King Employee -  the siren’s song of all that flame broiled beef
  • Eddie Krieger - The OG video game monk. 
  • Tim - Still trying to spread the word of God, despite the fact we’ve all heard of him by now
Three’s a Crowd (Part 15)

Originally posted by beuits

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15.

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Stop calling jeongyeon oppa. She doesn’t like it. Honestly, how many time does this have to be said? Reading a fansign translation of how a fan saw jeongyeon wearing a bow and commenting how she’s suppose to be the girl crush and having JY deflate and go “ah, yeah, I can’t be feminine right?” And taking the bow off completely broke my heart. If an idol is like chaeyoung and likes being called oppa, then call them that if you want, but stop saying it to idols who are clearly uncomfortable with it