do you what i men

I’m seeing a lot of young transgender or non-binary people out there freaking out or going completely silent and removing all their info from their bios in light of the recent news in America. And I get that, I really, truly do.

But I also want you guys to know that it’s safe to come talk to me if you’re feeling pressured or scared or angry or whatever you’re feeling. If you’re comfortable with talking to me, go for it. :)

Secondly, if you’ve spoken to me about your gender for whatever reason, and are feeling scared about someone else finding out or you being being outed for any reason, please know that I will never reveal anything we have spoken about, anything you have sent to me or asked me about (as an anon or not) to anyone. What we discuss is private, and unless you give me permission to respond publicly or speak about it to others, it will stay between us. Always.


Today, a boy in my class asked a girl out and when she politely said no, he asked her if it was because of the “agegap”. she had no clue what the hell was he talking about, and he literally said: “damn babygirl is it because I’m four months older than you? Don’t worry we’ll be just fine. Daddy will make you feel like a princess though” I lost it and started laughing hysterically!!!
oh my god why are boys my age so full of themselves? is he serious!!!! what the hell!!

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

  • ❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜
  • ❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜
  • ❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜
  • ❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜
  • ❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜
  • ❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜
  • ❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜
  • ❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜
  • ❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜
  • ❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜
  • ❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜
  • ❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜
  • ❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜
  • ❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜
  • ❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜
  • ❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜
  • ❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜
  • ❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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yellowfeather84  asked:

Shifted ficlet prompt: can we please have some Claire and Murtagh fluff. Maybe Claire helping Murtagh as he's getting older. Discussing their shared concern about Jamie or the bairns. Or even reminiscing about Paris and Murtagh escorting Claire to l'hopital everyday. Their relationship in the show is so close and caring that it would be wonderful to see more of that during happier times.

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Interlude – The Injury

Lallybroch, Autumn 1756

Murtagh hissed as Claire splashed the wound with raw whisky, muttering several very filthy words in the *Gaidhlig*.

Three-year-old William Fraser gasped from the doorway of Claire’s surgery.

“Out!” Claire ordered, head still bent over the deep gash that had sliced the top of Murtagh’s hairy foot nearly to the bone, drawing the lantern a bit closer over the smooth wood of the table Jamie had made her.

“Ye heard yer Mam! Out!” Murtagh echoed weakly, gripping the sides of his chair, bobbing his uninjured leg up and down.

Jenny appeared in the doorway and softly swept William away to the kitchen.

Claire rose from her crouch and quickly crossed the room, taking her tray of needles and the earthenware jar of sutures – the long, delicate strands of catgut Murtagh himself had helped Jamie prepare (based on Claire’s instructions) not so long ago – from the cabinet Brian had made Ellen when Jamie and Jenny were small. As stubborn as the Fraser who had made it, the cabinet had seen many uses over the years – from Ellen’s dishes, to Jenny’s linens, and now Claire’s medicines.

“It’s a miracle you didn’t slice your bloody foot off.” Claire’s voice was even, methodical. From years of practice, Murtagh knew better than to crack a joke when she was like this. “Weren’t you watching what you were doing? And hasn’t it *ever* occurred to you that we’ve already got a number of able-bodied men on the estate who should be doing that kind of work? I daresay your reflexes aren’t as keen as they used to be – ”

“What will ye have me do, then? No’ help Jamie wi’ the harvest?” Murtagh shifted uncomfortably in his chair – keeping his injured foot steady – and glared at the chignon pinned at the back of Claire’s neck, watching her carefully thread the needle. “Ye ken that Ian canna do it. Young Jamie is still too small to do much in the fields. Fergus can help, aye, and so can Rabbie MacNab – but it’s no’ enough.”

“You can stay here in the house – God knows there are enough children running around to keep you busy.”

“So ye want me to be a *nursemaid* then? Hmm?” Were he able, he would have pounded a table in frustration. “Is that all I am, now? Is it no’ enough that my clan and plaid have all been taken away from me? I must give away my *manhood* as well?”

Claire carefully brought the fully prepared tray to her work table and set it down beside the lamp.

“You *know* that’s not what I mean.”

He felt her gaze burning on him – and defiantly matched it.

“What, then? I am getting auld, yes. But must ye remind me, Claire?”

“I want you to take care of yourself.” She paused, pursing her lips. “You – you can’t just do anything anymore. You *must* be more thoughtful. I’m not saying you don’t think – of course you do. But I certainly *don’t* want happening to you what befalls most men your age. Or what happened to Brian.”

Murtagh physically recoiled. “That was due to shock – ”

“Of course it was – but he *had* to have had an underlying condition. Farming is hard. I’ve come to appreciate that so, so much since I came to Lallybroch. And of *course* accidents happen.”

Now she turned to retrieve a needle, the suture trailing behind like a long, shiny trail of dew. Then took the lantern in her other hand, set it on the floor beside Murtagh’s foot, and knelt before him.

“I can’t lose you,” she said finally. “You’re the only father I’ve ever known. And if I have to keep you bloody locked up in this house to keep you safe from yourself, then damn it that’s what I’ll do. You’re too important to me – and to Jamie – and to the children – and to Jenny and Ian and bloody everyone else in this house.”

She splashed more raw whisky on his foot. This time he didn’t – couldn’t – flinch.

“This gash is just an inch from your anterior tibial artery. Had that artery been severed, you would have lost an incredible amount of blood. And I wouldn’t be patching you up – I’d be amputating your foot. And where would that leave you?”

As gently as she could, she inserted the needle and made her first suture.

“I – suppose – wi’out a leg – to stand on,” he hissed.

Claire lay her left hand on the back of his ankle, bracing the foot to help with the stitches. Her face was still turned away from him – but he watched her shoulders shake in a silent laugh.

“Ye ken I’d never purposely put myself in harm’s way. I *do* always have ye and yer wee family on my mind.”

Claire pulled another suture through the two sides of the wound. “I know that. And I appreciate that. I should tell you more.”

“No need, lass. I ken it, and ye ken it, and yer husband kens it. That’s all that matters.”

She worked in silence then, pausing to collect the other suture she had prepared – but not before pouring the rest of her raw whisky in a beaker and handing it to her patient.

“Here – this should take the edge off.”

Murtagh sniffed the glass, then inhaled deeply. “Aye. It’s better than when we first made it – but it’s still enough to knock ye flat on yer back if ye’re no’ careful.”

Claire pressed the sides of the wound closer together. “So, will you be a bit more careful from now on? For me?”

He took a swig, exhaled, and then belched.

“Aye. Ye ken I’d do anything for ye, Claire.”

She nodded absently.

“Hey.” Now he nudged her side with the toe of his good foot. “That’s no’ the drink talking. That’s crabby old *me* talking. Aye?”

“Aye,” she echoed. “You’ve proved that often enough.”

Two more minutes, and then it was all done.

And Murtagh’s whisky was all gone. He handed the empty glass to Claire with a smile so wide that it reminded Claire of the Cheshire Cat illustrations in the book Uncle Lamb had given her for Christmas one year.

“Ye do mind me of Ellen, now and again.” He tilted his head, studying her as if with new eyes. “Foul mouth. Kind heart. Staggering to look at. And a heart so beautifully full of love that she doesna ken what to do wi’ it all.”

Claire flushed. They hadn’t spoken of Ellen since that night in the cave on the beach – a lifetime ago.

“So why would I no’ pledge myself to yer service? Why would I no’ heed every word ye say, Claire?”

Clearly he was waiting for an answer. All she could do was lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and kiss his sweaty brow.

“I’ll be right back, all right? Let’s get you settled in to bed upstairs. You’ll feel much better in the morning.”

And when she returned with Jamie, who helped his godfather stand up and offered his shoulders for support to walk out of the room and up the stairs, Murtagh blessed Claire with another beatific smile.

“More whisky?”

“Now?” Jamie’s brows rose skeptically. “Ye smell like the still house – God kens why Claire thought *that* was a good way to fix yer foot.”

“First bed. Then we can talk about more whisky.”

Then Murtagh FitzGibbons Fraser blew her a kiss, and for once in her life Claire Beauchamp Fraser was at a total loss for words.

something that always struck me as odd about the prequels is how palpatine was able to forge a relationship with anakin in the first place.

this is definitely my biggest problem with the jedi, in relation to anakin: they let palpatine, a middle aged man, get anakin, a child, alone. the fact that palpatine’s even insistent on it at all should be ringing alarm bells. there should be Stranger Danger warnings going off, people! you’re dropping the ball, men!

and i understand that, according to the comics, palpatine threw his political weight around, saying that the senate has total control over the jedi. that you can’t deny the chancellor. but that’s incorrect - the republic is corrupt, but it’s not a dictatorship yet. as anakin’s legal guardians, the council has the full right to refuse palpatine access to anakin - it doesn’t matter who’s knocking at your door, you’re supposed to protect your charge. 

but the jedi handed him over. the second palpatine pressed, they folded; and no one tried to curb anakin’s interaction with palpatine, even though it should be clear that an old man wanting to talk with a minor day after day after day is suspicious. especially since the jedi were suspicious of palpatine anyway


Marvel POC Week : Day 1: Favorite Female POC » Cindy Moon/Silk

I’m most likely never going to complete this and I wasn’t happy with how it was going, but I’m going to post it just for the sake of it. <:

that trailer only came out yesterday and already I am so bored of hearing about kylo ren

  • Kazuichi, unzipping his jacket: Alright, let's get this started.
  • Hajime: What are you doing?
  • Kazuichi: I am the bait.
  • Hajime: For what?
  • Kazuichi: Men find me desirable.
  • Hajime: No, no, no...
  • Kazuichi: It's a good day. I'm wearing my clean jacket.
  • Hajime: You're the bait for Gundam? No. For one thing, he's not gay. And if somebody were to be bait, it would be Fuyuhiko. Or Nagito. Or me.
  • Kazuichi: Men find me desirable.
  • Hajime, sighing: Sure they do, Kazuichi.
The signs as Annalise Keating’s most iconic lines

Aries: “You underestimate how much I like a challenge.”

Taurus: “Why do you keep doing it?  Believing what men tell you?”

Gemini: “You call it crazy; I call it winning.”

Cancer: “You’re messing with the wrong bitch.”

Leo: “Prayers are for the weak; I’ll stick to beating your ass in court.”

Virgo: “Why is your penis on a dead girl’s phone?”

Libra: “Speak of the devil and she shall appear.”

Scorpio: “That’s how you get away with murder.”

Sagittarius: “I am who I am; if you don’t like that, I don’t care.”

Capricorn: *when asked how she sleeps at night* “Alone, on very comfortable sheets.”

Aquarius: “I’m sorry you feel alone in your pain, but so do I.  So does everybody.  That’s life.”

Pisces: “Go ahead…kill me!  Kill me!  Kill me!”

Issues- Part Eight

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

This chapter contains a sexual nature and of course bad language from the start.  Enjoy :)

Word Count- 2,131

Read previous parts- HERE

Part Eight

Negan” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear. A hum was my response “Thank you”

“Any-fucking-time doll” he pulled me tighter but this tugged on my stitches and I couldn’t stop the ‘ouch’ that escaped my lips “How is your face?” He moved up on to his forearms to look at it.

“Sore” I admitted. Like someone was constantly stabbing my face with teeny tiny needles.

“Are you in pain?” He looked a little worried.

“A little” I admitted.

Huffing he got out of bed and cracked open the door. What was he doing? He did know he was in just a black pair of underpants and a white t-shirt? Right?

“Get some painkillers from the good old doctor for y/n. Her face is hurting and be fucking quick about it” Turning to me he said “I don’t like him being outside your door” so it wasn’t Joey tonight? I don’t know why but I suddenly felt a little less safe. Oh.

“Thank you” I said as the door closed with a click behind him.

“I told you, you need anything, and I do mean fucking anything you tell any of my fucking men and they will get it for you”

“I dont..”

“Just ask y/n” he said frustrated as he sat back down on the bed “I won’t keep fucking telling you”


He stayed silent for a little while before turning to face me.

“Three stitches?” He asked running his finger so gently I barley felt it over them “God I wish I could be angry but Joey said you saved his life”

“I couldn’t let him get hurt, he wasn’t harming me or anything” I couldn’t let Daryl kill someone who didn’t deserve it.

“Fat Joseph is a fucking pussy cat” Negan laughed as his fingers moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps. God this man is… I don’t even know how to explain it. Fuck.

“You like him” I smiled.

“I trust him” was his response. He fucking liked him and he knew that I knew it.  Maybe Negan was the fucking pussy cat. To me.

“You need to rest, give your beautiful face some time to heel”

A knock at the door surprised us both.

“That’ll be your painkillers” Negan smiled as he got off the bed and opened the door. I didnt see who was on the other side but soon enough Negan was back holding a glass of water and two white pills in his hand “Take them”

“I don’t want to sleep” I mumbled after swallowing the painkillers. I hope they kick in fast. That would be fucking nice.

“Ohhhhh damn” he had a glint in his eye that made me squirm “What have you got in mind y/n” he fucking winked at me.

I couldn’t fight the laugh that was building and had to let it out. Dropping backwards on the bed I could feel tears run down my face from laughing. How could this man just… fuck what was he doing to me?

I felt rather than heard him get back onto the bed, crawling so that his body was hovering above mine.

“You’re so beautiful” he said as I quietened, his fingers running up my ribcage. God those fingers.

Instead of speaking I lifted my head and kissed him.

His lips moulded to mine instantly. God he tasted so fucking good.

Moaning into my mouth he pressed his body onto mine, his entire body weight was on me. I could feel him. He was hard.

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged on my lips as we kissed. I did that.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

His hand pulled my t-shirt upwards, exposing my breasts to the cold air of the room.

Negan” I breathed heavily as his mouth left mine and found their way downwards. Oh my god.

My body felt like it was vibrating.

“I need you

You’ve got me” he told me as he came face to face with me again.

My lips found his as his hand found its way inside my underwear.

Oh my god.

Is he going to..


This man was not what I had expected.

His fingers were sliding in and out. Never faulting in movement as I writhed on the bed. Oh my god.

I could feel myself tightening. I was going to explode.

“Come on baby girl”


“Oh god, I’m going to….. I’m go….Im going to cum

“Yes come on y/n, cum for me”

Lights flashed under my eyelids as I did.

Holy fucking hell.


“That was a fucking beautiful site” Negan spoke as he removed his hand from my underwear “Jesus y/n you are going to be the death of me”

“Don’t say that”

“Yeah I guess that has a different bloody meaning now, huh?” He mumbled running his fingers through his hair. Wet fingers. Holy shit.

“You won’t leave, will you” he said suddenly catching me off guard as I came down off of my high.


Me” Leave him?

“I’m not going anywhere Negan but I won’t become one of them” Why would I leave him? Unless he did something to hurt me or, or Judith. God I missed her.

“I know

“Joey told me that th..” I paused. Did I really want to have this conversation after what just happened? I wanted more to happen.


“He told me that you hadn’t been, to see them” I asked pulling my shirt down to cover myself once again suddenly feeling exposed “Is it true?” The man just had his hand in your underwear and now you feel exposed? God.

“Doll I haven’t fucking so much as been in the same room as any of them since the day you made me a fucking lemonade” he admitted turning his back to me.


“Because I met you

“You’re so confusing” I admitted because he was “Apparently they talk, about me”

“Pay no attention to it, I told you that…”

“I’d say yes if I was the only one” cutting him off from whatever he said.

It was the truth.

I had never paid any thought to it before but it was the fucking truth. If they didn’t exist I would be his, forever. You already are. Just admit it.

He stayed silent but I could feel the tension in the room begin to build. I should not of said that. Fuck.

“You don’t get to tell me what to fucking do here y/n” he said slowly but there was anger there. Shit

“I wasn’t I was just stating a fact Negan”

But it was no good he was already standing up and pulling his jeans on.

“Dont go” I begged “Please, I’m sorry I..”

“Sleep, I’ll be back I just gotta think”

He didn’t look at me as he left, slamming the door behind him making the mirror on the wall shake.


He didn’t come back before the sun had risen.

I felt numb, for the first time Negan hadn’t kept his word.

He hadn’t come back.


Unable to sleep now it was light I got dressed. I was hungry.

Opening my door I was shocked to see that the chair that always had somebody sat In it was empty. Why?

Had Negan got so pissed off with what I had said last night he decided I wasn’t worth protecting anymore? My heart hurt at this.

God why couldn’t I just bask in the glow of a Negan induced orgasm and let him… god what I wanted that man to do to me. I was so messed up.

My stomach rumbled reminding me I was indeed still hungry.

Fuck it.

There is no one here to ask about breakfast so I was going to have to try and find my own way to the cafeteria.

Closing the door to my room behind me I started walking the way Dwight had taken me the first day I had been out of the room. Was that really only the day before yesterday? Jesus.

A few men passed me as I walked, a couple looked at me but no one said anything. I guess I was allowed to wonder then?


Surprised to hear a recognisable voice I looked to my left to see Eugene walking towards me. He was wearing a long black coat that I had defiantly never seen him in before.

Negan gave it to him?

Negan. Fuck.

“Eugene” I smiled, he looked good. He was safe and hadn’t been injured. This is good.

Part of me wondered if he was being held like Daryl.

Hugging him I felt a little better.

“What are you doing?” I asked as a couple more men passed. These I recognised. They had been at Alexandria. One winked at me and it shot shivers down my spine, and not in a good way. I didn’t like him.

“Breakfast” Eguene said. He had never been one for many words.

“Me too” I nodded “Its this way, right?” I pointed to the corridor I had been just about to walk down. This place was like a maze. I needed a map or something.

“It most certainly is” he nodded “Shall we?”

It felt nice to be around someone I had known for a year or so I guess? Time was a funny thing now. I was never really sure of what day or even year it was anymore. It didn’t matter I guess.

Having breakfast with Eugene was odd, it felt like I was in Alexandria. He had always been a little bit of a weirdo but he was smart. Negan saw that too and that is why he had him working for him.

Apparently he had him working on the walker wall out front, making them better, whatever that means and making Negan bullets. That didn’t surprise me. I mean the night we came here Negan called him ‘the bullet maker’.

“Have you seen Daryl or Rosita?” I had almost forgotten about her being here toowith everything. I wonder where she is?

What did Negan have her doing.

For a second I wondered if he had made her a wife and then I remembered he had confessed that he hadnt even been in a room with them since the first day I met him.

Part of me was worried that was no longer the case.

What if he went to see them last night after he left? What if thats why he didn’t come back?

“No” Eugene answered. He was about to say something else but stopped the moment someone sat on either side of him. Women.

Two women.

In black dressed.

Shit, his wives.

I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to see let alone have to speak to them.

One with almost black hair whispered in Eugenes ear while the other, a fiery red head just starred at me.

“You’re her aren’t you?” She said suddenly “You’re the reason”

“Amber!” She was cut off by the other one.

“What don’t tell me you haven’t been curious on what she looked like?” She laughed twirling a perfect curl in her fingers. She looked at me again and I just knew she was the one Joey had mentioned yesterday. The one who had a meltdown that time.

I felt uncomfortable. Every fibre of me wanted to bolt out of the room.

“Ladies, me and y/n are having breakfast we can discuss this later” Eugene spoke up. There was a nervous expression on his face. They were up to something.

As Amber glared at me the one with dark hair, who’s name I didn’t know gave me a small smile.

“What are you discussing with Negans wives?” I asked as they moved away. The sound of their heels echoing around the room. Whatever it was it couldn’t be good.

He wasn’t able to answer my question though as the double doors flew open as Dwight and another savior walked in. Looking me dead in the eyes he almost rolled his own before speaking into a radio he was holding.

What is he doing?

Turning back to Eugene as he finished eating “I think..”

“Y/n, come on” Dwight spoke coming to a stop at the table we sat at “Negans been looking for you” 

“I’m having breakfast” I told him. Once again everyones eyes were on me “I’ll find him when I am finished” He kept me waiting, it was his turn now.

“Y/n you should most certainly go” Eugene spoke. Now I was the one rolling my eyes.

He was right. I fucking knew it but still I wanted to finish my breakfast. Picking up my bowl I stood up and followed Dwight out of the cafeteria as I ate. This was ridiculous.


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Imagine Ivar being the one who wants to take over your kingdom (part 2)

Part I

Summary: Ivar keeps putting you for those dilemma’s and you always just have to give in on it for you own sake and survival. But he is calmer now, more willing to listen to your questions, still arrogant as always. When there is a messenger from your father trying to strike a deal with Ivar he suprices you with his words. But was is it that he wants from you?
Words: 2025

You could barly sleep from the cold and the hard ground underneath you. Yes, he let you sleep on the ground, to make the whole idea of being a prisoner a little more obvious. With only a cloak and a dress you felt the cold sink into your bones.  You were just to have a warm comfortable bed with a fireplace or candles. You never had really cold before, expect for the times that you were outside in the winter. Being a prisoner wasn’t so fun and adventurous as you always imagined. You just laid there, waiting for something to happen, it only made the cold you fell worst. You sat straight, looking at Ivar who laid under a whole lot of animal skins. His steady breathing irritated you. You were here for two days already and they did nothing exept for drinking and making to much noice, even now, in the middle of the night. You just could go, he was asleep and the others maybe wouldn’t see you slip away. As careful as you could be you stood up, moving to the exit of his tent, lurking through the little slit there was. “You leaving so soon?” He asked. You startled and backed away from the exit back to your pole. Ivar was looking at your from the bed, amused about the fact that he just caught you on trying to get away.
“I’m cold.” You said while folding your arms before your chest. He narrowed his bleu eyes, even in this kind of darkness they were still amazing.
“You can lay beside me.” He suggested while giving a little tap on the bed. “Over my dead body.”
“Good, have fun freezing to dead.” He just said like it didn’t interest him if you died or not. He always putted you in front of a dilemma and you hated that about him. You could run out and be raped by his men or stay here with his arrogant attitude while answering his questions. And now you could choice between freezing to dead or lay next to him.
“Why are you so sure that I won’t kill you?” You asked softly. That smile came on his face and you already regretted it for asking.
“You would already have tried. There is something about us that you like, isn’t it y/n?” He tilted his head a little and you looked away. Yes, you observed them with curiousity, a little eager to learn about them but it wasn’t that bad that you started to like them.
“How can I be sure that you won’t hurt me?”
“Take a leap of faith.” He aswered right away. You looked from the bed to him and stood up, repeating to yourself he wouldn’t hurt you or he already had done it. When you stood for the bed he tapped again and you sighed before sitting. “It’s not that hard, isn’t it?” He grinned when you laid down, on the egde, as far as possible of him as you could. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his head just a few inches from yours. “Are you a good Christian Y/n?” He asked. You swallowed while looking at his face.
“I have sinned.” You answer quietly. You felt his fingers stroke over your stomach before he pulled back his hand.
“Me to.” He smiled sarcastic before turning on his back and shutting his eyes. You slowly let your breath escape, already sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

“We have a visit.” One of his man said … you startled so hard you almost fell out of his improvised bed on the ground. The only thing complicating that was his arm around your waist. You slapped it away and sat right, he chuckled loudly. You could only pulled a painful face because of your hand.
“How is your hand?” He asked, still laughing by your reaction.
“Good.” You murmured.
“You’re a very bad liar, you know that?”
“So have I been said.” You said mostly to yourself. You looked at the fabric around your hand, soaked in blood. “I think it’s infected.” You finally said. You didn’t want to look over your shoulder towards Ivar, the less you looked at him the better.
“Give me a look.” He suggested. You made a fis tand shook your head.
“I can handle it.”
“Liar.” He wispered right behind you, in your ear almost. You shivered a little by the warm breath you felt against your neck. He forced his legs over the egde of the bed so he sat besides you. He took your hand and you didn’t protested, it wouldn’t be of any use. He took the fabric off your hand, his rough fingers rather gentle. The wound was deep and ugly … and infected like you thought. He turned your hand to see the back, his knife had cut right through. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He wispered. You guested he only said it to himself.
“You regret it?”
“I regret a lot of thing Y/n but this,” he held your hand up so that the two of you had a nice vieuw on it. “Your god can fix this right?” He looked at you, curious about your answer. You doubted that.
“Don’t know what your gods doing about stuff like this but I don’t think mine can fix it.” You finally wispered.
“Hmm.” He pulled his shoulders up and let his body fall from the bed on the ground and craweld outside. “Come on.” He commanded. You rolled your eyes, took the fabric again and walked outside while wrapping your hand again.

The visitor Ivar had was a messenger from you fahter. You stood besides the chariot of Ivar and looked from the man towards Ivar. “Pull him of his horse.” He commanded one of his man. The messenger had not much of a choise, his horse wasn’t fast enough and those vikings were just brutal. The messenger was scared to dead, you could read it all over his face. “It wanted to send you back not so alive but I need someone who can see and say how good Y/n has it here so,” Ivar fell silent for a moment. “It’s your lucky day.” He followed. You looked up at him, the amusement all over his face. “What has the Christian ruler to say?” He asked the man. The messenger swallowed before he started to speak.
“The King wants to give you gold in exchange for Y/n her return.” He explained on a not so steady tone. Ivar bow a little, his elbows resting on the egde of his chariot so he got closer to you.
“What for a father gives gold in exchange for his daughter? I wanted an army, or a least, that would I do if someone had my daughter.” He said softly. You looked at him in silence before you looked at the messenger again. Gold … only gold? Did her father care that less about his daughter to only offer gold? Wasn’t he willing to fight for you? Ivar could see on your expressions that he was right, he turned to the messenger again. “I hope your king knows how valuable his daughter is, not enough gold to buy her beauty.” He grinned. You looked up, what did he just say? No no, he was not falling for you, impossible, he stabbed you with a knife. He just said it because he wanted some war.
“What kind of a message can I deliver my king?” The messenger asked rather scared.
“An army would be a good starter. But, seeing the christian majesty himself would also be good. One day, make it count.” Ivar offered. The messenger ran back to his horse, took off as fast as he could. You watched the messenger go before you looked at Ivar again, he was smiling about something.
“What are you smiling about?” You asked. He looked at you and shook his head.
“How an idiot your Christian god is.” He murmured. You took the little cross you wore and looked at it, was he an idiot? Before you could say anything else some of his men came to the chariot. “Do you have what I need?” Ivar asked. The man gave him a small bundle and you looked curious when you saw what was in it, some kind of plants.
“What is that?”
“The sign my gods are willing to fix you.” He nodded towards your hand. You looked at your own hand and then back to him. He couldn’t do this, being all emotionless at first and than do something like this, say something like this. You followed him back to his tent were he climbed down from his seat on the chariot until he sat on the egde of it. “Give me your hand.” He said. You pulled the fabric of it, watched how he putted the herbs in his mouth and start chewing on it. Before you could ask he spitted it out on your hand.
“Did you really need to do that?” You asked with a disgusted face. He spread the herbs over the wound before wrapping it in a new piece of fabric. “Your god is kind of nice to me.” You said with an uncertain smile on your face, he chuckled.
“He is investing in his future.” Ivar answered without looking up. You opened your mouth to say something but it didn’t came. Witch future? “What would be a Christian sin?” He asked.
“Hanging to much around with you savage people.” You joked, more for yourself but he found it quite amusing.
“You like it here, don’t you?”
“Like it … strong word. You keep me prisoner.” You pointed out.
“You can go.” He offered.
“And then get raped by half your men? No thank you.” You asnwered with a fake smile. The fact that he was so calm today maked it for you a little easier to speak to him. Accept for the stabbing he didn’t hurt you so far. “Are you going to attact my father?” You asked carefull. He shook his head and looked up at you, his piercing blue eyes just starring.
“I could take this kingdom of yours in a heartbeat. Kill your father, your brother and force you to marry me so we could rule together,” he began. You stared at him, a little in fear of what he just said. “but it’s not my ambition to rule such a small land.”
“What is your ambition?” You asked. He wetted his lips and pulled his knife out of his belt, you didn’t flinch.
“Raid, fight, conquer.” He wispered. You looked at his knife and wrapped your head around all the thinks he said in the past hour. Everything he did, he did with a goal. Just like keeping you here … he didn’t do it for the fun of it because he didn’t harmed you so far. So there was something he wanted from you.
“What do you want from me Ivar?” You asked after a long time of thinking about that one. You weren’t sure what the answer would be and if you even wanted to hear it. “You could kill me, raped me, beath me half to dead by now but you don’t … You don’t ask after strategies from my father of ways to get in. You only let me follow you and ask after my life.”
“Quite boring life you have y/n.” He grinned as a replied. You sighed.
“Yes, I have a boring life.” You nodded fast. “What do you want?” You asked softly. If you had a idea than you could do something about it. He looked at you and smiled, a secretive smile that maked you a little light headed. He pointed his knife to your chest, pressing the tip of in just in that one little piece of bare skin. You didn’t look at it, you didn’t flinch, you just looked back at him.
“You aren’t like the other Christian girls I saw around her. I’m curious what tomorrow will bring.” He wispered before pulled his knife back, leaving a little mark on your skin … his mark.

Hawaii Five-O  {Sentence Starters}

  • “There’s no rule.”
  • “He’s lost a lot of blood.”
  • “I prefer it… the solitude.”
  • “You are an anti-social weirdo.”
  • “We’re going to drive real slow.”
  • “That’s what you’ve come up with?”
  • “I’ve been hanging out with you too long.”
  • “I don’t have anything. Sorry. Good luck.”
  • “I have very low standards for companionship.”
  • “It’s not snooping if something is out in the open.”
  • “You know what it’s going to say on my tombstone?”
  • “Are you serious? If it’s not hidden, it’s not forbidden.”
  • “No, I’ve never heard of it, because you just made it up.”
  • “You invaded my privacy. I have a right to be upset, OK?”
  • “As awful as that guy was, he didn’t deserve to die that way.”
  • “You know what they say: Good men do, great men delegate.”
  • “I didn’t lose a lot of blood. I’ve been sitting in it for hours, waiting.” 
  • “Don’t worry about it, baby. You’re with ______ now. We make our own rules.”
  • “Having people kill for me, that was a good game, but not much of a challenge.”
  • “You’ve got to learn to open up and share your feelings. Trust me. It’s a good thing.”
  • “I don’t want to sky dive because if I die, I don’t want to be strapped to you like an infant.”
  • “My tombstone will say ‘Here lies _____. We think. We’re not really sure, because we couldn’t find all of him/her’…”
  • “Don’t teach him any more moves. Those are enough moves right there…. He doesn’t need any more of your moves.”

Ok! I have enough of this sp!!  I just hope Hanyu doesn’t take it with him for next year!!  I know his performance is great and beautiful, his skating skills improved.. and he connects with the audience and liven the place.. the choreography is also good.. but the music.. never a fav of mine.. (just personal taste).

And being as stubborn as Hanyu (not as a rock because he’s definitely harder than that!!) he went for the 4S..    :( whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai  )  why not a 4T3S?  ;__; you had me run like crazy in the room hugging a pillow after that mistake.. and return and sit for the 3A!!  Thankfully, everything went smoothly after that.

After getting stabbed by that mistake, I got stabbed again when I heard his combo wasn’t valid and got only 6 points?? are.. !?  And to add another stab, he got a deduction for being late for 3 seconds?!  1 whole point!?  For God’s sake, he’s the first to go.. give him time.. Whooooaaaah.. I’m so angry.. and he’s first on Saturday too.. haha.. don’t blow it again!!! (Does Hanyu have this habit of breaking every new rule?!  Because I have a habit of driving on any new bridge I see in front of me and try to see where it leads!! Oo and in my city bridges pop up yearly)..

I may sound like scolding him.. but truly feel like he needs lots of hugs & encouragement right now, hope he gets it from his mom, the people around him and his fans around the world..


:P  Now for the good parts.. which are plenty!!  First Yoko ganbatta.. it was an amazing performance minus the combo (which is a big minus :__: )!!  His 4Lo was amazing as well as his 3A; which was a master piece with that high kick (I don’t know why he didn’t get a +3 for them!!)  His step sequence was one of his best this season too.. it was flawless.. and the whole audience went crazy with him lol.. only that damn 4S..

(The Step sequence was as great as when he did it in Ex in NHK tropy.  My fave part was when he gestured to the audience and things went out of control.. and the joy on the audience faces was a ++++++).

Well the bright side to this awful 4S3T combination is that for the number of times he repeated this mistake, he’s trained to stay cool after the mistake and go on with the performance as if nothing happened!!  He was just great, even better in the step sequence.. I hope this will benefit him as good experience in the future, and I hope he gets rid of this jinx!!  Last year’s was the 3Lz -__- and thankfully he’s over it..

Might as well try it tomorrow too.. since you stick to it until now.. the 4S3T : \

(He looked so angry at himself he wasn’t in the mood to talk and reply Brian.. he only said thank you)!!

Hope he gets lots of encouragement and confidence by Saturday!!  Wish him the best on FP!! Ganbatte Hanyu-kun!!  You’re still the best!!

(What’s with the British uncle saying that Shoma beat Hanyu in Nationals.. lol.. the guy was down with a flu)!!

And Congratulations to Shoma!!  Wow!!  A perfect sp and a personal best in Worlds!!  Keep it up boy!!  Ganbatte..

Wasn’t the sp a little too crazy!?  Lol.. I mean the top 9 are all in the 90s and the top 3 in the 100s!!!  It’s going to be even crazier on Saturday!!  Let’s see what will happen.. Ikee Team Japan!! Ikee Yuzu!!  Show us a clean Hope & Legacy!!

No Man’s Toy

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted anything in a while but ive kinda been busy. I do hope to get all the requests done by this weekend but that may not happen. I really have been trying to improve my writing, too. I wrote an imagine the other day so I could get it done but it came out crappy cause I was doing it fast just to get it done and it didn’t turn out well so it will be redone. I hope you guys like this one because I would have to say its my favorite.

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25. “I’d kill a thousand men before I let one make me his slave.”


warning: Cussing, mention of rape, mention of sex

It was a calm, cool day. Not a cloud in the sky, all was peaceful. Well, it should have been. Being the time that it was, families always married their children off to ensure security and freedom. As was the case with Y/n’s family. Her family left Westeros when she was just a little girl at the mere age of four, she could hardly remember what it was like. Now she was 18 and could only remember the place she now called home. She was a fully developed woman and in her mother’s eyes, fit to be married. Her mother always said, “ You know when a woman needs a man when her breasts need a hand to hold them up and fingers to keep her core calm.”

Due to her stubbornness and quiet voice, very few were willing to marry and if so, didn’t afford what the family was looking for. It made things rather tough for Y/n. She wouldn’t get to marry for love but rather wealth in anyway her family saw it. They had just ran out of luck, much to the girl’s delight, when news came the the Dothraki warlord, Khal Drogo, was looking for a wife. This brought much excitement to the family, but very little to the soon to be wife.

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