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anonymous asked:

What are the signs of emotional abuse?

Abusive Expectations - Makes impossible demands, requires constant attention, and constantly criticizes.

Aggressing - Name calling, accusing, blames, threatens or gives orders, and often disguised as a judgmental “I know best” or “helping” attitude.

Constant Chaos - Deliberately starts arguments with you or others. May treat you well in front of others, but changes when you’re alone.

Rejecting - Refusing to acknowledge a person’s value, worth or presence. Communicating that they useless or inferior or devaluing their thoughts and feelings.

Denying - Denies personal needs (especially when need is greatest) with the intent of causing hurt or as punishment. Uses silent treatment as punishment. Denies certain events happened or things that were said. Denies your perceptions, memory and sanity by disallowing any viewpoints other than their own which causes self-doubt, confusion, and loss of self-esteem.

Degrading - Any behavior that diminishes the identity, worth or dignity of the person such as: name-calling, mocking, teasing, insulting, ridiculing,

Emotional Blackmail - Uses guilt, compassion, or fear to get what they want.

Terrorizing - Inducing intense fear or terror in a person, by threats or coercion.

Invalidation - Attempts to distort your perception of the world by refusing to acknowledge your personal reality. Says that your emotions and perceptions aren’t real and shouldn’t be trusted.

Isolating - Reducing or restricting freedom and normal contact with others.

Corrupting - Convincing a person to accept and engage in illegal activities.

Exploiting - Using a person for advantage or profit.

Minimizing - A less extreme form of denial that trivializes something you’ve expressed as unimportant or inconsequential.

Unpredictable Responses - Gets angry and upset in a situation that would normally not warrant a response. You walk around on eggshells to avoid any unnecessary drama over innocent comments you make. Drastic mood swings and outbursts.

Gaslighting - A form of psychological abuse involving the manipulation of situations or events that cause a person to be confused or to doubt their perception and memories. Gaslighting causes victims to constantly second-guess themselves and wonder if they’re losing their minds.

Love, Salem

Perspective. No other leading countries have medical bills like ours. We are the only country that has citizens living in fear of bankruptcy-inducing hospital bills.

Levi Ackerman: The Abuse Claim

Alright, so here I am with another long ass meta post. Only this time, this one is directed solely at the legend, Levi Ackerman himself. Yet again, I am seeing the “Levi is Abusive” mumbo jumbo and I have spent my two years in this fandom quiet about my opinions on this for the most part because I do not enjoy drama. However, after this last batch of Discourse™ that I have seen, I have been pushed beyond my ability to bite my tongue. 

This is Part One to a two part meta, and this is me basically trying to shine light on Levi’s actions a bit and why he behaves the way he does. In no way do I try to justify all of the shit he carries out so don’t think this is just a fangirl squeal post. I’m simply trying to better explain his character for the people who seem to think he is some kind of rage beast who beats kids for fun in his spare time. 

I will be putting this under a Read More because it is extremely long and also contains spoilers. I’d also like to state that this would be best read from a computer or the mobile website as it contains a metric fuckton of manga panels used for reference (seriously use any other means outside of the mobile app to read this because the app will butcher this post and cut out a majority of the images). If you are sitting down to read this, please make sure you are comfy, cozy, and drinking a nice warm beverage. Now then, 

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, good for you! That’s your prerogative. However, If you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages because my opinion differs from your own; do us both a favor and just don’t even bother. WARNING: Major spoilers ahead.

First and foremost, this is the scene I see brought up the absolute most so I’d like to go ahead and address it first:

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So what’s happening? Are audiences such mule-fucking sociopaths they can’t go a minute without a blood-covered spectacle? Or are elite critics so far up their own asses that their next whitewashing complaint will be about the backs of their own bleached teeth?

Sorry to say – the answer might be neither. As I’ve noticed from purely anecdotal experience, none of these films are beloved or hated by the same group of people. Someone who loved It Follows might hate The Witch, and someone who loved The Witch might hate The Babadook, and et cetera. And some people (like me) might love all of these films, and have friends they respect and admire who don’t like any of them.

So I have a theory – one that doesn’t force me to repeatedly suplex all my friends. The reason these movies stand out as being polarizing isn’t just because they are slower and more atmospheric. It’s because they’re actually an entirely new genre of horror that works drastically differently on different types of people. Why? Because all of these films are extremely allegorical to some real-world problem or philosophy. And while critics and movie nerds are more likely to pick up on this, the casual horror-goer isn’t going to care unless it’s an analogy they are specifically attuned with. Nine times out of ten they just want a fear-induced rush to enjoy with their date.

I’m gonna call it “Parable Horror” and hope that it sticks. Or maybe “Alle-gore-y”? Wait. Let’s call it “Scarable.” That’s way better. Are we all cool with “Scarable”? I feel like I shouldn’t be the only person in charge of naming a new genre… but I also feel like I just hit it out of the park.

How ‘Get Out’ Is Pioneering A Brand New Genre Of Horror

Domestic Dog Correspondences

This took me way too long so I hope you all enjoy it! As with my other correspondences you can find it all here in my digital grim! If you see any breeds I missed and you must have, please feel free to reach out and I’ll add them in!!


Originally posted by rias-photo-blog

Known as the homo sapien’s best friend, dogs are highly intertwined within human culture. From its religious significance across many cultures  to its contributions to many industries. Highly versatile animals that range dramatically from the smallest of terriers to beasts bred for bear hunting they are utilized worldwide for countless reasons. Many specific groups of dogs are tied to the elements such as terriers with the earth, sighthounds with the air and hunting dogs with water.

General:  Loyalty, service, companionship, safety, devotion, hard work,  tracking/finding, friendship, diversity, protection, recently deceased.

Affenpinscher:  Adventure, good health, intellect, raucousness, cheerfulness.

Afghan Hound:  Beauty, dignity, tradition, royalty, protection, air (element), warmth, extravagance.

Afghan Shepherd/Kuchi:  Bravery, gallantry, variety/diversity, adaptability, earth (element), protection, strength.

Aidi:  Power, companionship, intellect, determination, protection, awareness, courage, bravery.  

Airedale Terrier/Mini:  Hard work, determination,  attracting positive energy, happiness, water (element), agitation, hunting, sportsmanship, versatility.

Akbash: Protection, power, strength, pride, adaptability, bravery, independence, loyalty.

Akita Inu:  Loyalty, trust, war, home, protection, awareness, resilience, emotional health, emotional strength, healing.

Alano Español:  Conflict, strength, victory, overcoming obstacles, beauty, sun, fearlessness, keeping away negativity.

Alaskan Husky:  Adaptability, strength, hunger, affection, water (element), cold, swiftness/quickness, energy.

Alaskan Klee Kai:  Intelligence, energy, happiness, friendship, love, caution, prosperity, good health.

Alaskan Malamute:  Strength, endurance, wisdom, maturity, partnerships, community, winter, gluttony, safe travels.  

Alpine Dachsbracke:  Cleverness, vigor, bravery, overcoming obstacles, structure.

American Akita:  Dedication, victory, conflict, strength, protection, trust.

American Bulldog:  Unaddressed aggression, dedication, strength, protection, emotional strength, strengthening bonds.

American Cocker Spaniel:  Elegance, poor health, slowness, affection, friendship.  

American Eskimo Dog:  Beauty, air (element), grace, humor, cheerfulness, anxiety, high intelligence, good health, gluttony.

American Hairless Terrier:  Agility, sun, grace, earth (element), joy, good health, warmth.

American Pitbull Terrier:  Dedication, strength, unfair judgements, the forbidden, danger, personal power, love.

American Staffordshire Terrier:  Protection, strength, courage, patience, family, increased psychic awareness, empathy.

American Water Spaniel:  Versatility, water (element), blurring psychic vision, warmth, irritability, possessiveness.

Anatolian Shepherd:  Great strength, independence, protection, guarding, warding, impulsiveness, courage.

Andalusian Hound/Pondeco:  Anxiety, versatility, clarity, psychic sight, seeking, clearing annoyances.

Anglo-Français de Petite Vénerie:  Chaos, conflict, chasing away negative energy, good health, finding lost things, foreign affairs.

Appenzeller Sennenhund:  Protection, warding, awareness, quick learning, energy, longevity, prosperity, good health, positive energy.

Ariegeois:  Good health, intimidation, finding friendships, companionship, serenity.

Australian Cattle Dog:  Hyperactivity, competition, friendship, devotion, binding, possessiveness, destruction, curiosity.

Australian Kelpie:  Balance, beauty, conceit, spontaneity, competition, high energy, pride, problem solving.

Australian Shepherd:  Guarding, protection, devotion, versatility, ambition, success, good sportsmanship, earth (element).

Australian Silky Terrier: Vanity, cleanliness, pride, purging negativity, envy, beauty, companionship, attracting friendships.

Australian Terrier:  Success in education, poor health, protection from annoyances, cheerfulness, empathy, earth (element).

Austrian Black and Tan Hound:  Good health, longevity, happiness, air (element), beauty.

Austrian Pinscher:  Exercise, energy, anxiety, restlessness, tension, guarding, protection, strength.

Azawakh: Fire (element), wildness, impulsiveness, nature, beauty, music, protection, victory, finding lost things, possessiveness, binding, creativity.

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My Dear,

Consider this a friendly (fear-inducing) reminder. If you have not registered for the 2016 www.gishwhes.com, do so right now! You must register by Saturday morning or you’re going to miss out on something epic.


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(PS: Yes, these are my underwear. It’s a long story.)

Making Your Undead Deadlier...

With the Release of Tomb of Annihilation, and the Undead Dangers of the Chultan Jungles waiting, We give You a Great Selection of Traits, Abilities and Attacks and More to make Your Undead just a little bit deadlier…

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anonymous asked:

Can you tell me something about love?

“Don’t fall in love with the moment and think you’re in love with the girl”

Whilst being a pretty powerful quote, it also serves as an example of a psychological phenomenon known as Misattribution Of Arousal. In this case, we wrongly interpret our feelings of fear and anxiety as romantic/sexual attraction.It might sound a bit far-fetched at first but when you look into the physiology of both fear and attraction it becomes clearer how the two can be confused.

The word ‘arousal’ in everyday speak usually has sexual connotations, but in psychology just describes a state of increased blood pressure, sweaty palms, shortness of breath etc. When we experience this state of arousal, we then try to label it. Anxiety? Fear? Love? It’s this labelling process that causes the problem. When we experience an anxiety-inducing situation with someone else, we may misinterpret the (fear) arousal as attraction to them. One famous example of this is the Shaky Bridge Experiment.

An attractive female was situated at the end of a bridge that was either a shaky suspension brige (which would induce fear) or a sturdy bridge. A male volunteer walked across the bridge to the woman on the other side who gave him survey to fill out. Once he had finished with the survey, the woman ripped out a piece of paper from her clipboard and gave him her number, telling him to call her if he had any further questions. The results found more men from the group that walked across the suspension bridge later called the woman than those who had walked down the sturdy bridge. They had missatributed their feeling of anxiety from crossing the bridge to attraction towards the woman

Sometimes you’re in love with the moment, sometimes you fear the moment but that does not mean you’re in love with the girl. 

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)Children aren’t the only ones afraid of the dark. Many adults fear darkness. In fact, life presents us with more than one kind of darkness. Besides the blackness of night, darkness can represent a lack of understanding, an absence of joy, the threat of danger, instability, vulnerability, and any number of fear inducing circumstances.Yet, if the Lord is the stronghold of your life, your high tower of defense, your salvation and your light, truly, what is there to fear?

Vice Admiral Amilyn Holdo

I really wanted to draw something lurid! Now, I don’t know what role she’ll have exactly in The Last Jedi, but her fashionista robes make me think she’ll be more of a rank-holding political figure than a real military one.

Or maybe it’s just cultural and her home planet sees pink as fear-inducing. I know I sometimes do.


Imagine: Being the little sister of Daenerys and meeting Jon Snow.

Originally posted by greensarrow

Your sister, Dany, had been rather firm with you earlier. It left you rather grumpy. You had wanted to be there when she met with this Jon Snow who was the supposed King of the North. Everyone else would be there expect you. You were asked (ordered) to stay in your chambers until Dany said so.

After the meeting, your sister was in a particularly foul mood so you made very sure to steer clear of her. For the next few days, you wandered around what used to be your family’s home and studied in the library. You wanted to brush up on the history of Westeros. In those days you simply forgot about this King and were content to lounge in the company of books.

“So, this is where you have been hiding.” Dany mused seeming to be in a better mood.

Despite the loss of the Greyjoy ships and losing the Dorne as allies, she seemed to be in better spirits. You glanced up from the book you were reading and smiled at your older sister, “I wouldn’t call it hiding.” You answered marking the page you were on and setting the book down, “What brings you down here?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“It has been brought to my attention that Jon Snow thinks I’m hiding you from them and they’re rather suspicious as too why. Tyrion thinks it’s a mistrusting statement towards them by keeping you away from their prying eyes.” You were Daenerys’s most precious item in this world—next to her children. After the death of Viserys and Drogo…Dany only had you left and she vowed that nothing would ever harm you.

Everything she was doing was for you—so that you wouldn’t have to worry about food, shelter, or love. Dany was determined to make a better world for you.

You absorb the information she’s telling you, “And what do you think?”

Dany frowned, “While I can why it seems rather odd that I’m keeping you out of sight…I understand why they’re suddenly antsy. I don’t like…but I want to invite them to a meal…and I want you there.” Dany murmurs coming to sit next to you. 

You don’t say anything and ponder. Your stomach felt anxious, why was that? You blink a few times before looking up at your older sister. She’s staring at the collection of books you have accumulated on the table with interest, “Brushing up on your history?” She smiles. She always adored how you were naturally curious about everything. She never had a care for such studies but she was glad that at least you did because it could become very handy in this war.

You nod with a grin, “Yeah, I figured I should learn about Westeros and its houses and lands. I think it’s important that one of us knows the layout of the land. I’ve wanted to study the table in the strategy room but I do not want to disturb you.”  You sheepishly say.

Dany shakes her head, “You are more then welcome to be in there, Y/N. You’re a Princess, don’t forget that.” She informs you with pride.

You snort, “I don’t like the sound of my title.”

Dany is not surprised and she’s quite amused, “And why is that?”

You giggle, “It’s not as great as your title.”

Dany laughs, “My title is boring and long.” It’s the first time in a long time that she has laughed. Your sister didn’t smile or laugh as often…you didn’t blame her. Your sister…has lost her loved ones and gone through terrible ordeals. She was a Queen and was expected to act as such.

The work of a Queen was rather tedious—in your opinion.

“I love you.” You tell her softly because you don’t say it often. You remind yourself everyday that she is only doing this because of you. Everything she has gone through was because she wanted to make a better life for you.

Dany looks at you with clear surprise before her regal safe softens greatly—a rare sight only you are allowed to see. She caresses your cheek and murmurs delicately, “I love you too.” Her voice wavers just the slightest bit.


Dinner is an awkward affair. Two days later, you are seated next to your sister. Tyrion is on your sister’s left and you her right. Missandei is next to you as well. Dragonstone is rather chilly but you don’t bother to wear much because your body temperature ran higher due to the dragon blood in you. You don’t dress as any normal…princess? Ugh, how you hated that word.

You were wearing breeches and a tight fitting loose white top. Your hair is spun in perfect curls and touching the floor—Dany always loved how long your hair was. Your hair, for some odd reason, grew quite fast. There some delicate braids that adorned your hair as you stared boredly out the windows over-looking the sea.

“I want to cut my hair.”

Dany glares at your poor joke.

You smirk.

You only say it because it annoys your sister a lot for some reason. Tyrion snickers, “Yes, you tell us everyday.” He says as he drinks his wine.

The food is about to be served when the guests arrive. It is only two of them—you expected more of them. One of them is an older man and the younger man could only be Jon Snow. Dany stands proudly, “Welcome.” You take note of your sister’s lack of title acknowledgement and try not to smile.

Jon bows his head curtly as the man bows with a bit more respect. “Thank you for inviting us.” His voice is gruff and deep—as if he’s inhaled too much smoke and there’s a curious accent to his voice. His black curls adorned his sharp and brooding face. His dark dusty eyes are almost mesmerizing and you could tell there is a story to be told behind the lingering sadness you see in them. There is a scar over his left eye and he is rather pale.

He’s handsome…that much you can say. You’ve never seen such a foreign man before. He’s caught your interest almost instantly. You could feel a slight blush touch your rosy cheeks as his dark eyes land on you. You don’t compose your emotions—you don’t like masking them. You let him see your open curiosity without shame.

“I invited you here because I wanted to formally introduce my sister,” Dany says in her strong but soft voice, “This is Princess Y/N.”

You scowl at your sister, “Really?” You try not to groan, “Princess?”

She tries not to smile at your whining, “It is your title whether you like it or not.” She sits down as Tyrion chuckles at you and Missandei tries to muffle her giggle. 

You sighed, “It’s such a boring title…not at all fear-inducing. It doesn’t even capture my personality.” Jon hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You are aware—very aware—of his blatant staring and it leaves this squirming sensation in the pit of your stomach.

“And what personality is that?” Tyrion questions with a laugh.

Dany couldn’t help but to smile—Jon notices and is taken back.

You glare at the Imp, “Are those fighting words?” You demand hotly and even narrow your eyes playfully.

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t dare go against you.” Tyrion defends with a shake of his head.

You turn to address Jon and his advisor, “It’s nice to finally meet you, King Snow?” You tilt your head to the side in a curious manner, “Is that his proper title?”

His advisor kindly corrects you, “We haven’t figured it out yet.” His accent is also different from Jon’s and thicker. “I can see why Queen Daenerys kept you hidden away,” He smiled at you in a kind way, “You are a very beautiful dragon.” His flattery is amusing and makes you giggle.

Tyrion rolls his eyes.

Dany is amused but keeps it concealed.

Dinner is interesting. You aren’t afraid of asking Ser Davos questions about Westeros and about the North. Both Jon and Ser Davos were wary of telling you about the North but after seeing the naturally curious look on your face….they didn’t give much resistance. Jon is doing his best not to stare because he is well-aware of the stares coming from Dany. You don’t mind…you like his attention.

It is hard to keep your eyes away from him…he’s so nice to stare at.

After dinner, you and Dany are walking together. You are both headed to your respected chambers. Dany is quiet and you are too lost in your smitten thoughts to care. “He seems attracted to you.” Dany looks sour about this.

You look at her, “What?” You try your best not to blush.”

Dany wasn’t sure why she was so upset with the thought of some man taking a fancy to you…it wouldn’t be the first time. She didn’t like any man who drooled over you. You were something very precious to her and she refused to share you with anyone. She was a mother dragon fiercely protective of her children.

“Jon Snow,” She says looking at you for a reaction, “He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.”

You give her an innocent look, “Really? I didn’t notice…” You say with a shrug as you come to the door of your chambers, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sister.” You say with a sleepy smile, “I’m going to see if Viserion will let me ride him tomorrow.”

Dany perks up, “You haven’t been with him for a few days…He seems rather antsy.” She advises you.

“I know,” You sigh feeling guilty, “I’ve been so busy with reading that I forgot to go give him some attention.” You frown. Dany bids you goodnight and you retreat into your chambers with a goofy smile as you think about Jon Snow King of the North.


The next day, you are on the beach. It’s early in the morning and you are basking in the lazy sunlight. The soothing sounds of water crashing onto the shores are enticing. You are tempted to swim in the water but you knew very well that water is freezing. You are still tempted but your sister would be furious if she found out you were swimming in that water.

Even more furious if you turned up sick.

You hear the sound of wings and then a growl from above. You look up and see Viserion. You beam at the sight of him and he lands beside you. The ground shakes beneath your feet as the massive beast draws his face near to yours. You ran your hand over his scales appreciatively and admire his beauty. He growls lowly as he stares at you.

Above his brothers fly high in the air; roaring and screeching at one another.

You feel very well protected with your favored dragon by your side and his brothers’ watching from above. You even feel warmer due to his large, warm body near yours. The dragon follows you as you walk down the shoreline looking for sea-shells or anything shiny that strikes your eye. Viserion is content to follow for awhile before he takes off into the air when his brothers begin to get rowdy with hunger.

It’s time for them to hunt.

You watch them disappear into the thick clouds and return to your walk. You don’t take very long to decide to go back into the castle. It’s getting to the point where the cold is beginning to numb your warm body. You should’ve brought a warm cloak. You sigh with defeat at the cold and begin to make way to the castle.

It is then that you notice Jon Snow, Ser Davos, and some Northern men heading towards a cave further down the shore. You watch with interest and wonder where they are going. Your eyes linger on Jon who looks devilish in his normal Kingly attire. As if Jon could sense your stare he turns and looks into your direction. You start to panic because you weren’t sure what to do now that he caught you staring at him.

You look away and briskly walk towards the castle with red cheeks.

“Princess Y/N,” Jon calls you by your stupid title.

Your body freezes and you curse yourself. You certainly can’t ignore him…he isn’t very far. It would be rude…you turn around and see him making way towards you. “King Snow.” You greet trying not to sound awkward. “You don’t need to call me Princess.” You informed with a small smile.

He walks up to you and smiles the slightest, “And you don’t have to call me King Snow.” There is humor in his voice.

Your smile grows with amusement, “What brings you on shore?” You ask curiously.

He grows a bit tense, “Your sister gave me permission to mine Dragon-glass.” He says a bit tersely.

You stare unfamiliar with this Dragon-glass and why Jon was mining it. You want to ask but something told you not to. “I was just walking down the shore with Viserion.” You say to change the topic.

Jon looks surprised, “Is that one yours?”

You shake your head, “No, he isn’t mine though my sister likes to think so. He’s just more affectionate towards me then the other two. My sister calls me his dragon-rider.”

“You ride him as well?” Jon blurts out.

You stare at him with amusement, “Yes, whenever he feels like giving me a ride.” 

He gets a faint hue of red on his pale cheeks, “Sorry, I was just so surprised. I didn’t think anyone besides Daenerys could get near them.” He says lightly.

You chuckle, “You are partly correct.”

“Obviously.” Jon smiles at you.

Your heart is about to burst with warmth. This Jon Snow was making you feel very high on emotions. You shiver and look over your shoulder when you see your sister with Missandei ascending down with some Dothraki.

You feel something warm drape over your shoulders and you look down at see a cloak hanging on you. You look up at Jon with surprise and red cheeks when you realize what he did. He’s blushing too. “You can’t be reckless, Y/N, you’ll get sick if you stay out here too long without proper clothing.” He says thickly avoiding eye contact.

You cover yourself more with his warm cloak and try not to look so obvious when you inhale the smell of his clothing. It smells…earthy and of soft moss. Something else is there but you can’t place it…but it smells cozy to you. “Thank you, Jon.” You murmur looking up at him with a brilliant smile.

He’s visibly stunned.

“Well, it is nice to see where you were.” Your sister spoke from behind you.

You look over your shoulder and grin at her, “Nothing like a nice stroll on the beach.”

“And without proper clothing.” Missandei adds with a frown.

Your smile faltered, “I didn’t think it would get so cold so fast.” You defended yourself.

“Lucky for you that Lord Snow was here to offer your some warmth.” Daenerys isn’t sure how she feels with this bond between her baby sister and the Lord Snow. The look on your face is one she has never seen…and Lord Snow looks quite smitten with you.

She wants to disapprove but knew that if you were to fall for Snow…she could do nothing because you deserved the love that she once had with Drogo. And if Lord Snow would return these affections then Dany would fight like any Mother of Dragons would to make sure her babies were happy.

Originally posted by fykitharingtonn

 possibly a part two becuz this was so cute to me.

part two!

part three!

part four!

Dollar Valentine

Originally posted by fearless-man

Requested by anonymous: did you watched 13 reasons why? bc i would love something like the oh my dollar valentine thing, asking y/n on a date and the date itself

Word Count: 2,847

Note: I didn’t copy it exactly the way they did it in the show, but pretty close ALSO I really went to town and even incorporated some flashbacks that you guys loved so much :) but also I went overboard on this and I do not regret it one bit, plus I know that this was one of the later requests I got, but I just started writing it and couldn’t stop


“Dude, no, I’m not doing that stupid shit.” Shawn shrugs the paper off, rejecting the idea.

Brian looks at him confused, but retracts the paper nonetheless.

“Shawn, you’ve done it every year. Why would this year be any different?” Ian asks, almost just as confused as Brian, if not more.

Shawn bites his lip and pushes a hand through his hair.

“No reason, just don’t feel like it.”

However, there was a reason, and that reason was you. Shawn has had a crush on you since he was ten, literally; you were invited to his tenth birthday party (he had invited the entire class), and the second you walked through the door, he was absolutely convinced that he was in love with you.

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pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

warnings: smut

@nekodemon73  @kumpmk @bookswillfindyouaway

The arrival of the heathen army hadn’t left much room for festivities or happiness. With your father the king captured and your brother missing, you were the only one of the royal family left. The people desperately needed something to distract their minds from the war and the midsummer celebrations were a good way of doing just that.

 Preparations were already in motion for tonight and up until this moment everything went smoothly. That was until Ivar and his men arrived at your gates, the king at his side, and demanded entrance. There was no way to refuse them, not with your father held prisoner so you opened the front gates for them and let everyone in. 

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