ginger is not a bad thing

it isn’t a season of stranger things without:

  • The Christmas lights even though it’s not Christmas
  • Steve beating someone
  • Will almost dying like 400 times
  • Mike figuring something out and then screaming about it and running off.
  • Mullets
  • Lots of mullets
  • The Byers house being decorated somehow in a weird way
  • Them being crowded into that bus at the dump yard and being surrounded
  • Some ginger girl
  • The boys screaming like girls
  • Eleven getting makeup put on her
  • Everyone thinking Joyce is insane
  • Nancy with her boom boomm gun
  • A lot of nose bleeds
  • Eleven getting a makeover
  • Eleven flipping some sort of vehicle
  • Dustin saying “oh shit” a couple million times
  • Steve starting off as the bad guy but everyone loving him at the end
  • Bromances that are almost homo but no homo
  • Steve gettin beaten the fuck up
  • Jancy tension the whole time

Add more dudes!

Faery Gifts and Offerings


• Earth friendly offering dishes •

  • Eggshells
  • Acorn caps
  • Walnut shells
  • Hollowed out mini pumpkin / watermelon
  • Wide flowers
  • Milkweed pods
  • Small stones
  • Leaves
  • Shells
  • Garden stepping stones
  • Base from a potted plant
  • Buried in the earth
  • Snow shaped into a bowl
  • Mini flower pot
  • Bird’s nest
  • Bark
  • Origami box or bowl
  • Mini pastry shell

• Offering Ideas

  • Any tea (hot or iced)
  • Milk or cream (you can add honey, spices, herbs, etc)
  • Honey
  • Bundle of fae flowers or herbs (thyme, lavender, daisy, pansy, yarrow, etc)
  • Sugar (you can add flowers or scents)
  • Flower crowns
  • Butter
  • Strawberry roses
  • Apple slices with cinnamon
  • Baked goods (cakes, cookies, pies, bread, jams and jellies, etc)
  • Candy sticks / rock candy
  • Paper stars or hearts
  • Dandelion or Elderberry wine
  • Strong spices like ginger, basil and cinnamon
  • Bowl of water
  • Pretty stones
  • Art and poems
  • Candied fruit or flowers
  • Candles (don’t leave unattended)
  • Painted rocks
  • Bubbles
  • Garden decorations
  • Pretty shells
  • Feathers

• Things you should NOT put outside!

  • Chocolate: I see lots of blogs recommending this but do not leave it outside! It’s bad for any animals who could eat it.
  • Glitter: It’s basically spreading lots of tiny plastic pieces that will not decompose and will end up in water where it will be eaten by fish. Some companies like EcoSparkles make biodegradable glitter alternatives.
  • Salt: Will kill any grass, moss, and plants it falls on.
  • Jewellery: Unless it’s natural stones/shells/wood beads strung on a biodegradable thread, don’t do it.
  • Glass jars: They’re the same as if you tossed a beer bottle into your yard. If you really need to bury one, put it in a plant pot and dig it up again the next day.
  • Plastic trinkets
  • Essential oils: Strong oils like peppermint and rosemary will burn or kill plants.

• Things faeries don’t like as offerings

  • Man-made mirrors
  • Clothing (not cloth)
  • Bread (some fae are fine with bread, others it offends)
  • Metals (excepting silver and gold)
  • Tomatoes
  • Money

On Consistency: I’ve seen lots of people saying you must always leave gifts at the same time, but you don’t need to worry or feel guilty about this! Just do it when you can, and refresh things when you remember.

Faery blessings! 💜

dex has red hair

i have red hair too, which is pretty awesome. and also horrible, sometimes, because being ginger affects so much more than the just the pigment of your hair. so anyways here are some facts about dex and his hair bc i can relate:

  • he’s so pale
    • he’s so pale
    • even when he kind of manages to get a little darker after a sunburn fades, he’s still paler than everyone else’s normal skin tone
  • he does not tan. ever.
    • yeah sure, he may work on a lobster boat all summer, but buddy, i promise you, he’s not gonna come out of it looking nice and bronze
      • (why do people write fics where he comes back from the summer with a killer tan??? no bro, he probably just looks like a lobster. it sucks)
    • his skin just slowly gets pinker until he has a terrible sunburn, and then sometimes if he’s lucky it will turn out a little tanner when it fades
    • he probably uses at least spf 50, lbr here
      • actually, nah probably higher than that if we’re being honest
      • and he has to apply it like every hour
    • ugh and oh my god, he probably gets splotchy sunburns!!!
      • SPLOTCHY SUNBURNS ARE THE WORST
      • basically you think you’ve put sunscreen everywhere and spread it evenly but NOPE
      • random blotches of your skin will just be bright red while the rest is ridiculously pale and you look like you have some sort of disease-ridden rash
      • it has probably happened on his face and it’s the saddest thing
  • he has freckles for dayssssss (especially after the summer because they come back in full force during that season)
    • freckles everywhere
    • in the most random places
    • some are on his lips and on the back of his knees and his elbows and just very odd places
    • its a never ending cycle of freckles fading while new freckles form
    • he kind of gets a tan through his freckles??? 
      • bc he has so many and as they fade they kind of blotch together and make him look tan, but when you look really close you’re just like, oh, those are just tiny dots bunched together, not the actual pigmentation of your skin
    • he has. SO MANY. freckles on his shoulders
      • if you are of the male specimen, you probably go out shirtless in the summertime, and the sun hits you really hard on your shoulders, and thus, so. many. freckles. there.
      • (this is literally the most prominent place of freckles for redhead boys. please ask my brother and all of my cousins)
  • “does the carpet match the drapes?” ;)
    • why do people ask this
    • he gets this all the time, and it’s not just from people hitting on him
      • PEOPLE JUST GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW FOR SOME REASON???
    • and it’s super awkward
    • especially when they don’t match. bc um. a lot of times they don’t. just so you know.
    • “haha, firecrotch, huh?”
      • will wouldn’t find this funny even if it were accurate
  • back to the sunburn thing, it’s nice in the winter when he doesn’t get fried!! JUST KIDDING BC BLUSHING IS A THING
    • yeah anytime he gets remotely embarrassed or flustered, his face is the color of a tomato okay
    • even if he’s not actually uncomfortable, it still happens
      • “dex, nice shirt, man.” ➝ red face
      • “dude, nice assist!”➝ red face
      • *accidentally bumps into someone* ➝ red face
    • anytime nursey says anything ever, his face is red. i promise you this. i know this to be true
  • HE NEVER WEARS RED
    • or pink or orange, for that matter
    • (but i mean he goes to samwell so the red thing is kind of hard)
    • he unintentionally gravitates towards green and blue clothing bc his mom probably accidentally instilled in him that they compliment his hair as a child
      • this is so real. this is the realest, most relatable thing
    • going to samwell was probably super weird bc he had to start buying spirit wear and stuff and when he did, he realized he didn’t own any other red clothing
  • people always make irish jokes or assume he is irish, especially around st. patricks day
    • dex has no idea if he is irish
  • people always ask if another redhead they know is related to him
    • no
  • he has heard every “ginger” joke under the sun
    • no one has ever actually bullied him for it
    • but everyone makes the same jokes
    • will basically mouths the words as people say them bc he knows them so well at this point
    • he’s not actually bothered or offended, it’s just like… dude. he’s heard this before. you’re not being original
      • it’s very boring and a little irritating
    • but if he gets annoyed or doesn’t laugh people think he is a bad sport, so!!! he laughs them off even though he’s very disinterested and wants to tell them to maybe get some new material so they can actually say something remotely humorous next time
    • and he totally knows its not a big deal at all, bc some people have to deal with racist or homophobic jokes, and this doesn’t remotely compare. it’s just… very eye-roll inducing.
  • he gets horrible bruises for the stupidest shit, and sometimes just randomly and he’s not sure where they came from, bc ya gotta love that sensitive skin!!
  • oh and back to the ginger jokes thing, someone always makes a comment about that redhead temper!!
    • which is kind of unfortunate, bc dex kind of does have some temper issues
    • those jokes do not make him less angry either
      • (dex, seriously man. just chill for a sec)

wow this got really long and i could go on forever and ever but yeah basically this is the gist of it. also i’m aware some of this can apply to lots of people but anyways hooray for redheads!!

Muse

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Genre: Smut, fluff, angst (it will contain smut in the next parts)

a/n: The story will have another part. So dont worry, im not cutting you off

Description:Jungkook is a  photography major in collaage. Every girl likes him yet he only has eyes for his camera, until he -even tho he hasnt realized it yet-  finds his muse.

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FINALLY. Ten thoughts about IT

10. Richie’s dick jokes are often and always necessary.


9. Updating to the 80’s was a genius choice.


8. The creatures are my new love. The headless boy. Undead Georgie. The leper. Giga-Pennywise. And Judith, dear sweet bleeding Christ.


7. I’m going to blaspheme: Skarsgard is the better Pennywise, if only because he was given more to work with and better effects.


6. The interactions between Bev and Ben are so freaking sweet.


5. FUCK EVERY USELESS ADULT IN DERRY ESPECIALLY THE WEIRD GINGERS WHO LOOK LIKE THE GODDAMN CLOWN.


4. Somehow the new Henry Bowers is even more grating than his predecessor. This is not a bad thing.


3. The fear feels real in the Losers’ Club, and so does the love.


2. I love the dance. I am not ashamed.


1. Richie: “You punched me, made me walk through shitty water, dragged me through a crackhouse, and now…” *Casually draws baseball bat* “…I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown.” HEART. EYES.

Hey guys, it’s cold season, and a lot of people I know are sick, and it has come to my attention that some people don’t know some of the things I know to do if you’re sick (like with a cold or sore throat or mild bug, I mean), so in case you guys don’t already know, here’s some things it’s usually good for you to consume if you’re sick (barring allergies and other dietary restrictions and stuff, of course). 

(These are mostly also very good if you are just trying not to GET sick when everyone else is.)

-Ginger.  You can buy a big hunk of ginger root in the produce section and rough chop it (and ideally peel it, but if you’re tired or low on spoons don’t worry, the peel won’t hurt you) and throw it in the blender or food processor with some water, and then put whatever of the paste you aren’t using immediately in ice cube trays in the freezer, and just pop out a cube whenever, and add it to everything. Hot teas or hot honey water, soups, etc.  It’s antibacterial and anti-inflammatory and it’s also good for your tummy if that’s upset.  These are also really good, they dissolve in hot or cold liquid and they have a lot of real ginger and honey in them.  I buy them at my local food co-op but lots of health food stores carry them as well, and obviously you can get them various places online.

-If you don’t like ginger try a little bitty bit of cayenne pepper in your soups and teas.  Same properties more or less, and surprisingly good with lemon and honey.

-Honey is also antibacterial and has a lower glycemic index than sugar, and it’s very soothing for a sore throat.

-Hot liquids– tea, water, soup– as much as you can consume.  It helps thin your mucous secretions and hydrates you and washes germs out to sea.  Your goal should be to be actively consuming a liquid at every moment you are not peeing instead.

-Garlic and onions, also antibacterial and tasty.  Make garlicky gingery oniony broth and slurp it incessantly.

-Lemon juice for vitamin C (although, note, don’t consume a lot of vitamin C if you’re pregnant).  Fresh lemon juice squeezed into your teas.  Hot lemon ginger water with honey.  Lemon is better than orange juice for vitamin C because it’s better hot and it’s not as sugary so you can adjust the sweetness (by judiciously adding honey) and not get mouth sores or a yeast infection from too much sugar.  Also fresh lemons are cheaper than oranges or the good OJ.

-Zinc lozenges.  Zinc boosts your immune system, and it works best in lozenge form because it’s most effective when it dissolves slowly over a period of time.  You can also get a zinc lozenge that has throat soothing ingredients like honey or menthol (myrrh is good too but those lozenges tend to be pricier.  Don’t consume non-food-grade myrrh). 

-Mashed potatoes (instant if necessary for your energy levels, but it’s cheaper and more nutritious if you can to rough chop, boil, and mash fresh ones) are easy on your stomach, filling, affordable, and easy to fill with sauteed garlic and onions.  Use olive oil or coconut oil instead of butter if you can (see below under Dairy)

-Magnesium for muscle aches.  Ibuprofen is good for aches, headaches and fevers.  

Things to avoid:

-Dairy, because it thickens your mucous secretions

-Caffeine, because it dehydrates you, although if you’re addicted to it don’t go cold turkey or you’ll think you’re dying.  I learned that the hard way.  Teas (black, green, and white) are a better source for it than coffee or soda: less dehydrating, and better with honey and lemon and ginger.

-Things like Dayquil/Nyquil and Mucinex and Theraflu can be good for managing symptoms, but be careful with them because they usually have acetaminophen which is what’s in Tylenol and it can be very dangerous to take too much of it, so don’t take more than the recommended dose, or double up with more than one kind, or with Tylenol.

-Super sugary juices like apple or grape juice.  They’re not BAD for you but you shouldn’t drink too much of them.  They’re not as hydrating as water and tea, or as nourishing as broth, and too much fruit sugar can mess with your stomach, especially if it’s already sore or upset.

-Alcohol; it dehydrates you and has a lot of sugar also, and it’s dangerous to mix with painkillers/anti-inflammatories like acetaminophen and ibuprofen.

Other generally useful things:

-Hot baths and hot showers

-Heating pads and hot water bottles.  Sweating is good for you, as long as you’re replenishing your fluids.  

-Lotion tissues, to avoid chafing your nose raw

-Lots and lots of sleep and rest

-Imagine your cold is the first that Wonder Woman (2017) has heard of human susceptibility to mild illness, and picture her distress, her compassion for your suffering (on top of every other trial you have endured by virtue of living on earth!), and her gentle but inexorable insistence (once you have convinced her there is no Cold Virus God she can slay) that you do absolutely everything in your power to alleviate and shorten this condition of additional suffering, no matter how comparatively mild

did you guys know I’m in love with this crooked ginger

Unaware.

Summary: Reader survives with Eggsy and Merlin and goes with them to Kentucky. Tequila flirts with reader relentlessly and Merlin, realizing he has feelings for reader, gets all bothered and reader notices?”
Pairing: Merlin x Reader.
Fandom: Kingsman
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1772.
A/N: So, apparently today is the day for longer imagines than usual. Anyway, this was so much fun to write and I really hope you enjoy it! 

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Power Play (Trixya x Alaska)- Squeaky Stella
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Ex-school girl Trixie finds herself a pawn between two powerful queens.

(AN: We’re addicted to one shots, but there might be a couple more shots fired in this fic than that. Dark!Alaska VS Badass!Katya. 10k. READ ALL TAGS)

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Summary: After Betty confronts her dad about Polly’s and Jason’s engagement as well as learning about the Coopers - Blossoms feud, there’s only one person that can take her mind off things. (Takes place after Betty’s and Hal’s fight and before Bughead’s scene at the Blue & Gold.)

(Taking a small break from your prompt requests to write something that stuck in my head and I had to get it out lol. I was listening to Let It All Go by Birdy feat. Rhodes and I had way too many feels so yeah… Hope you like it guys!!)


The Hitchcock blonde was once again locked in her floral pastel room that nowadays didn’t seem to match the air of depression that spread around the whole town and, most specifically, this very house. Soft music was playing in the background, the girl wanting to silence down the million thoughts that were running inside her head and suppress her still boiling anger and deep disappointment at both her parents. Usually, her mother would always win first place in the list of people Betty felt smothered by but after that evening, her dad was ranking a close second. She was at least thankful that he had the good sense to let her be, keeping himself busy in the house office downstairs for hours.

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know who my parents are anymore. How can the two people that are supposed to be everyone’s most valuable confidants in life, hide behind so many lies and weave webs of conspiracy and mystery around innocent teenage kids? How can I not know what is going on in my own house, with my own sister? They keep pushing me to drop the subject, stop snooping around and bury it all under the carpet like they did and for what? An idiotic vendetta that probably costed the life of two kids that did nothing wrong but fell in love. Why do we have to break so hard? Why does my life get to be filled with such uncertainty and fear of what the future will reveal next? I dread even to think about the obvious, I try so hard to hold my mind back, for it to not go there but it is already there and I feel scared. Sometimes I wish I was just another person, the identity of Elizabeth Cooper to not weight so much on my shoulders…”

The characteristic sound of pen against paper stopped and the red ink covered peak hovered over the rest of the empty line, Betty taking a moment to breath and slow down the gradually quicker raise and fall of her chest. One of her usual panic attacks was the last thing she needed right now, she thought and closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the wall, clutching the teal cover of her diary inside her icy cold fingers. She didn’t know how many hours had spent there, sitting on the wooden bench of her window and pouring into paper the anger and extreme sense of unfairness she felt after the fight she had hours ago with her father. But the worst of all, she felt hopeless, too small in a secret too big for her to handle, something that made her eyes whale up with tears again. She brought a palm to softly swipe the corner of her right eye in hopes of stopping the waterfalls but she failed, letting them finally be and watching as they soaked the paper in small shy droplets.

The chime of her phone had her eyes lazily turning to the side to face the machine, not in the mood of interacting with people right now. The message that brightened the screen surprised her though.

Don’t cry. Please.

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Nyx-Chapter 17

Summary: I cant summary, it gives away the plot. 

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angst only

Word Count: 1066

It’s white. Blindingly white. Roman style vases and pottery litter the vast room, tapestry depicting your long lineage adorn the walls. You reach out blindly, shutting your eyes against the bright lights, trying to find any indication of where you had ended up. Your fingers are met with silk sheets, whispering delicately over your skin. You resist the urge to bury yourself deeper into the opulent material.

“Mother,” comes a feminine voice.

Breath catching in your throat, you dare not open your eyes in fear that this is all a dream, that she’ll slip through your fingers once again.

“Mother, you must wake. There is not much time,” Hemera’s soft hand rests lightly on your brow, soothing you, coaxing you with her long forgotten gentle touch.

“Mother, please!” a masculine voice pleads.

Hypnos.

The flood gates open. Great heaving sobs rack your small frame. Your eyes fly open and you sit bolt upright, grabbing Hypnos and Hemera tightly by the hands, eyes scanning the room.

They are all there. All fourteen of your children, sitting patiently at your bedside, beautiful smiles on their faces. Aether, Hemera, Moros, Apate, Dolos, Nemesis, the Keres, the Moirai, the Hesperides, Oizys, Momus, the Oneiroi, Hypnos, Thanatos, Philotes, Geras, Eris, Charon, Eleos. You count them off in your head, eyes memorizing them, drinking in their features.

“Mother,” The Moirai - the fates - whisper in unison, “We have had a vision. We have seen,” their powerful voices pierce your foggy consciousness, bringing you harshly back to reality, “your thread is still intact, mother,” Atropos says, swaying slightly.

“You have many lifetimes yet,” Lachesis adds.

“You must return to father. He bleeds without you. He suffers without you. You must find the strength to return,” Clotho says quietly, glancing discreetly at Hypnos who inclines his head in her direction.

“It was my doing, Mother, my trespasses which doomed us,” he says shakily, his head bowed. “I ask your forgiveness so we may pass, so we may find peace.” He does not look at you, shame clear in his bearing. “I tore our family apart, caused so much pain… I…” he cuts himself off, shaking silently with tears.

You reach for him, enveloping him in a tight embrace. Stroking his hair lovingly, you calm him. “Hush, my love. All is well, all is forgiven. Do not fret. Have no worry, for I have never blamed you.”

He deflates in your arms, relief flooding him as he sags. Winding his arms around you, he squeezes tightly. “You must return home, you cannot stay here. You do not belong,” he says gently.

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you whisper sadly, “I do not have the strength to leave.  I fear I, too, am doomed to roam these halls for eternity. To be stuck in limbo.” You are greeted by fourteen mischievous smiles, and, for some inexplicable reason, you are suddenly filled with dread.

“Do not fear, Mother,” Thanatos smirks, “Father will see to it.”

The entire room erupts in wicked laughter.

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Bucky’s pov.

He laid you gently on your once shared bed.

You’re deathly pale, but smiling. A dream of happier times perhaps? Or maybe you have finally found the peace you sought for so long.

Pulling up a chair, he places it beside your bed, taking a seat and cradling your cold, small hand in his larger meaty one. He brings it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to the knuckles, praying to any Gods who will listen that you will come back to him, that he would hear you laugh, see your smile once more.

He can’t bear to look at you.

Your hair is dull now, all shine gone. Dark circles frame your eyes and lips, once a sultry red are now blue.

Blinking back tears, he hangs his head. This was his fault, he pushed you, forced himself on you. He let his heart and desire take control and had broken you.  The moment the light left your eyes, the pained gasp that left your lips, he knew then, he had fucked up. He never could put your well being ahead of his own selfish desires and now you were paying the price for his actions. Sucking in a shuddering breath, he shuts his eyes, trying to keep the overwhelming guilt at bay.

“You must share your grace.” Loki’s quiet voice seems to ring around the room.

Bucky’s head snaps up, mouth gaping open.

“And quickly, too. She will succumb soon,” he adds, concern clearly etched on his face.

Bucky closes his mouth and snaps to attention, rising from his seat and peering down at your unconscious form. “How?” he rasps, the desperation he feels rolls off him in waves, making Loki wince at the potency.

“You must channel a portion of your essence into her. It will bind you more tightly. You will share each other’s thoughts, feelings, for all eternity. You will essentially become one entity. The bond she sought to break, the threads that bound you to her, will become a chain. You will never escape it.” Loki explains. “You must will her back to this plain. Take her hand, let Erebus take control, he will know what to do. He attempted the same for Hypnos. Alas, it was too late for his son,” Loki says sadly, recalling the complete defeat he had witnessed that day.

Bucky closes his eyes, searching his mind for Erebus who had been uncharacteristically quiet and finds him in a memory.

Nyx laughing, surrounded by your children with Erebus looking on. The indescribable joy he feels is quickly replaced by determination as the mirror image of himself turns to face him. No words are needed. He doesn’t need to think for Erebus knows what he’s asking, giving a nod and smiling beautifully.

Bucky feels only calm as Erebus takes control, and takes your hand lightly, whispering loving words in Greek as he feels an overwhelming tiredness engulf him. A darkness settles over the room which seems to crawl its way inside you.

Your eyelids flutter as his vision becomes blurry, the transference of power pulling on energy reserves he did not know he possessed. Color returns to your face, your breathing evens out as his seems to fail him.

The last thing Bucky sees is your darkened orbs staring intently at him before he collapses into the arms of the mischief God.

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Earth Lanterns as Things I've Said
  • Alan Scott: AH MY BACK MY BACK CURSE YOU YOUNGER YEARS OF BAD POSTURE...I'm still not going to sit straight though
  • Hal Jordan: They call just call me Shamrock, not the Lucky Shamrock for obvious reasons
  • Guy Gardner: OUT OF MY WAY JERKS, VERY IMPORTANT GINGER COMING THROUGH
  • Jon Stewart: You see this little chart I made here shows how much bullshit I tolerate, as you can see it's already gone past my predetermined measurements
  • Kyle Rayner: Man I love being creative, if only I could create
  • Jade: Fuck Milwaukee, fuck parents, I'm going to start a traveling band
  • Simon Baz: That hot rod though, a classic muscle car from the 60s; man I'm going to be spouting mechanical nonsense allll week
  • Jessica Cruz: Whoo I feel great, this is going fine, this going good, and whoops there goes the anxiety, I feel like I'm going to puke
Groceries - Josh Pieters Imagine

Summary : sometimes it was the little things that meant the most to you

Word Count : 1090

Author’s note: this was the first josh request I ever got and it made me absolutely squeal, also if you guys could boost this and get it to @fabulous-fictitious-feels that would be awesome, because she was the first josh writer I ever read and it’s really shitty what happened to her to make her take down her stories and it would just mean the world to me if she’d read this :) Also dedicated to @thatcherjoesuggimagines for actually believing I could get over this writing funk and Tanis is just generally my favourite person in the world and she always loves what I write and I just adore her, she’s so cuute :)))

Originally posted by conormaynardaf


You had always been able to find a sense of calm out of the most mundane of things; you took great pleasure in organisation and list making. Folding laundry eased your worries and allowed you to gather your thoughts. Your mind was quite the jumbled heap at the best of times, so when you were around about the age of eighteen and realised that doing your chores were the only time when you weren’t frantic with worry, you began to look forward to these things.

Amongst these mundane activities, however, grocery shopping was at the top of your list. You relished in the entire purpose; from compiling a list of everything that you needed to get for the following week, to actually setting aside time to do it, to going home and immediately cooking something delicious out of the ingredients you had purchased - you loved it all.

When you had first moved in with Josh and the Maynards, the first thing you noticed was that they were awful at shopping for food, almost as bad as they were at actually cooking the food. But when you took Josh with you one day to do the groceries, it slowly became more than your process, it became your new tradition with the ginger boy. 

You always had a great time with him and it was often the only proper time you would get with him during certain weeks, so you came to treasure this vaguely bizarre tradition that you had formed with him.

Which is also how you had managed to find yourself with Josh in a supermarket at nine am on a Thursday morning, both of you having put off work and university for a couple of hours in order to do this strange little activity together. It had been going quite well too, any time that you spent with Josh never failed to bring a smile to your face and butterflies to your stomach, that is, until Josh had answered a phone call from Caspar … nearly twenty-five minutes ago.

You weren’t usually a jealous girlfriend - that isn’t to say that you appreciated random girls batting their fake eyelashes at Josh in the clubs, but you trusted him enough to not endanger your relationship - however, it had been nearly half an hour and this was supposed to be your thing, your time. Not yours and Josh’s with Caspar as a phone-a-friend. 

You knew they were discussing work and that it was important and you were trying really really hard to not be the whiny, jealous, attention-seeking girlfriend that you usually cringed at when Josh would tell you stories of Jack and Conor’s latest squeeze’s, but this had gone too far.

Not only were you being neglected by your oblivious boyfriend, but you were also in the cereal aisle and at a measly 5'4, were far far too short to reach your favourite cereal. Josh always got it down for you. And while you weren’t exactly thrilled with Josh’s attachment to his phone today, you had been raised to be overly polite and courteous and you knew that distracting someone while they were on the phone was quite rude indeed.

But you really loved that cereal … and Josh probably wouldn’t be done for a while …

Taking a deep breath and trying to gather your nerve, you stood on your tip toes and tapped Josh on the shoulder gently, feeling the butterflies swarm into your stomach as soon as his bright eyes met your own, that familiar lazy grin spreading across his face as he looked at you. 

Pulling the phone away from his ear, he looked over at you expectantly, “Yeah, babe, what’s up?” he asked you sweetly, meanwhile you could still hear Caspar prattling on over the phone.

Wringing your hands together tightly, you looked down at your shoes shyly, trying to fight back the blush spreading from the apples of your cheeks across to your ears and down and over your neck and chest. When you finally picked your head up, you looked up from your hands to Josh’s wide smile, to the cereal on the top shelf, the bright orange box taunting you slightly.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, but I can’t reach the cereal box, do you think you could maybe get it for me?” you mumbled shyly, peering up at him over the brim of your glasses and breathing out in relief when he reached up easily and plucked the box off of the shelf before depositing it in your basket.

Smiling up at him shyly, you stood on your tiptoes again and brushed a kiss against his stubble covered jaw, “Thanks, doll, you can go back to your phone call now, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you tell him quietly before lowering yourself back down to your flat-footed position.You fished out the shopping list that you had painstakingly written in perfect cursive the night before, using the pen you always carried with you to cross off the cereal. 

Tapping your pen against the paper as you tried to think of what you needed to get more; milk or cheese, you were surprised to feel an arm wrap around your shoulders firmly.

Jumping slightly, you were shocked when you lifted your head to see your boyfriend sliding his phone into his back pocket before tightening his grip on you and pressing a light kiss to your temple, his arm around you squeezing you slightly. 

“What happened to your phone call? I didn’t ruin it did I?” you asked him innocently, your concern for him shining through your word. 

Josh had told you from day one that his favourite thing about you was how much you cared about everyone else and how you took care of not only him but the rest of the boys as well.

“Of course not, Baby, I only picked it up because Caspar told me it was an emergency and then I couldn’t get him to shut up for long enough to make an excuse to leave. But this is our thing, our time, our day,” he tells you as he leads you further down the aisle, missing the bashful and grateful smile that lights up your face. 

“Oh and we definitely need milk more than cheese, think of all the tea we’d miss out on!” he chuckles as he twists a lock of your hair around his finger lightly.

Maybe things were a little crazy most of the time, and you were friends with some dead set lunatics, but this was still your thing. And it wasn’t going anywhere.

Day 12

I had my first run-in with a shoplifter today, and it was an experience. An incredibly skinny, nervous 20-something year-old ginger guy came literally running to my lane. I immediately got a creepy vibe from him, but I just assumed it was because he had such incredibly fair hair that it made it look like he didn’t have any eyebrows.
Poor bastard. Eyebrows are important. 

Anyway, the entire time I was ringing up this guy’s two items, he seemed shifty and on edge. He swore frequently at me when his card was declined. Still not a red flag, though. This store’s system LOVES to decline cards four or even five times before just accepting them. 


Me: *smiling in a way that I hope that won’t convey the fact that I actually don’t have a single, solitary, straggling shit left for the inconveniences of the customers* “go ahead and swipe it again, sir.”
Him: “Fuck! Oh my god! Why won’t it work??!”
Me: *forced smiling continues* “Do you know your pin number?”
Him: “No.”
Me: *still not a red flag, since dumbass customers forget their pin numbers all the time. Hell, sometimes they even ask ME if I know what it is. Jesus.* “Then just swipe it again! Hahahahaha, our system has some glitches!”


Finally, after 10 painfully awkward minutes the transaction finally worked and he went on his merry way with his purchase of chips and a tube of concealer. (Again, no judgement there. This dude looked like the result of what would happen if Jackson Pollock were hired to splatter freckles on a person. I’d understand if he felt self-conscious about them or something). And I continued to trudge through the remaining 5 hours of my shift.

Until…..

Near the end of my shift, I got called in by our fucking security team for some questions–but don’t worry, they assured me, you aren’t in trouble. 

…..which is exactly what you’d say to somebody who were in trouble. So I was understandably suspicious. 
As soon as I entered the security room, I was met by the senior security team member and a fucking police man whose head seemed comically small for his muscular body.

 So far, so bad. I started to sweat.

This was only made worse when the officer started talking.
Him: “Miss, we need to ask you some questions.” *Then he put his fucking meaty hand on my shoulder in what he probably assumed was a comforting manner until I stared at it long enough that he awkwardly removed it. Thank god.*
Me: “I figured that, since you called me in here”
Him—now officially known as ‘Officer Bad-Touch’: “Do you recognize this man?” *gestures to the monitor, which is playing footage of me ringing up the shifty ginger guy.*
Me: “Yeah. I rung him up earlier.”
Officer Bad-Touch: “We caught him shoplifting today, miss. Did you notice anything….strange about him? Like did he seem on edge, or weird to you?”
Me: *snorts, thinking that customers being weird is hardly a rare enough thing that I feel the need to call security.* “I guess.”
Officer Bad-Touch: “…and the fact that he kept on swiping the card over and over again… do you think he was using a stolen credit card?”
Me: “I’m assuming so, since I’m here right now.”
Head of Security: “That’s not the only reason. He was caught shoplifting too!” *gestures to a pile that is LITERALLY THREE FEET TALL of random junk, including boxers, headphones, and sharpies.* “We found all this on him when we caught him.”
Me: “Wow.” *not even mad or anything, just impressed that he could fit all that shit in his pockets or whatever while still appearing to be a passably normal shape.*
Officer Bad-Touch: “So do you know him at all?”

Then it finally occurred to me. They were trying to figure out if I was this sweaty ginger weirdo’s goddamn accomplice. (As if I’d want to commit crime with somebody dumb enough to shoplift and use a stolen credit card during the same fucking transaction. Jesus.)

Me: “Hard to say. I ring up hundreds of people on any given day.”
Officer Bad-Touch: “And it wasn’t weird at all to you that he didn’t know his pin number?!”
Me: “Officer, nobody knows their pin number.”
Head of Security: “I’m pretty sure I don’t!”
Me: “See? Now can I go?”
Officer Bad-Touch: “Just keep in mind that he assaulted a coworker of yours when he tried to detain him. Poor Mark is getting stitches for all the bite wounds right now.”
Me: “Sorry I couldn’t be more helpful. Bye!” *Isn’t sorry in the slightest.*


And that, children, is how I encountered a customer who was shoplifting and possibly committing credit card fraud, but then realized that I’m not paid enough to find it in myself to care about it.

GoT Afterthoughts 7x06 Beyond the Wall (Jonsa Edition) SPOILERS

Hello lovelies … apologies for the delay! As most of you know, my Marine was home briefly. ❤️ 

 We begin our episode with the war room map/table in Dragonstone and a fire crackling in the background -ominous foreshadowing? We then join Jon and the boys hiking through the winter wonderland. Tormund being Tormund pokes Gendry for some fun, before the talk with Jon takes a more serious turn. He asks about the Dragon Queen, and Jon tells him that she’ll only help if he bends the knee. Tormund tells Jon he’s spent too much time with the freefolk and now he doesn’t like kneeling. 

 Now, what Tormund said next admittedly confused me (and I’m paraphrasing): “Mance was a great man, a proud man, but how many of his people died for his pride?” To my knowledge it was Mance himself who died because he refused to kneel -not the freefolk? Were Wildlings slaughtered off-screen unbeknownst to us? I’m not being facetious -if I’m wrong in my confusion, someone please correct me. Otherwise, what we have here is a plot hole -almost like Tormund giving Jon a reason to kneel, to not be like Mance and not put his family and people in peril over his pride. I’m not ready to bag on the writing just yet, but this is a blatant inconsistency -just sayin’…. 

 But moving on … Gendry airs his grievances with the brotherhood and the Hound tells him to suck it up buttercup and that’s that for now. We are then brought to Jon and Jorah speaking not of Dany (which, ya know -would make sense since this whole “epic romance” plot and all) but instead, they are bonding over their fallen fathers. 

 Jon: “my father was the most honorable man I’ve ever met, he was good all the way through, and he died on the executioners block.” (We’ll come back to this). 

Honorable Ned’s son, honorable Jon takes off Longclaw and offers it to Jorah. Jorah insists that Jon keep it, deeming himself unworthy. 

 Jorah: “It’s yours. May it serve you well, and your children after you.”

Cue WINTERFELL music and a pensive looking Jon. Contemplating your future children, Jon? Imagining their red hair and curls? Tully and Stark looking? Okay, I’ll stop now -but come on guys -what an Easter egg! And right from there we jump to Winterfell (SURPRISE) and Jon’s future wife (and mother of his children).

Our lovely Stark sisters are in the traditional Stark spot upon the battlements. Arya tells a heartwarming tale of Ned catching her practicing archery and clapping when she finally hit the bullseye. It was sweet, and lovely, and everything I’d been praying for for weeks, but then the accusations fly and all is lost. Arya has the letter that Cersei made Sansa pen to Robb. Sansa is naturally upset about this and defends herself with the truth: they made her write it (even Robb knew that when he read it, geez Arya come on -It’s not like you did/didn’t do things, too!). Does everyone remember when she was Tywin’s cupbearer? Because I do. 

 I don’t blame either of my precious angels for what they did/didn’t do to survive as scared, isolated and traumatized little girls -and dammit, they shouldn’t either! But more on this later …. 

 Now, I don’t like what they made Sansa say about Arya “should be on her knees thanking her” -it’s not that she isn’t right about the part she played in re-taking Winterfell, but THAT was definitely some shitty writing. 

 We flash back to our boys, and Tormund is attempting to bond with the Hound. Aside from being some of the best comic relief this show has delivered in a long time, I’m becoming sweet on Tormund x Brienne. Stop me! I love Brienne x Jamie too much! I’m trash! Someone just wheel me out to the alley and light my ass on fire! 

We got a nice little callback to Ygritte and naturally Sansa too -because “Gingers are beautiful, they’re kissed by fire”. More on this later, too ….. 

 We switch over to Beric and Jon first discussing how much Jon apparently doesn’t resemble Ned (sure Jan) and then the creepy religion (again, burning children is bad, guys -I’m with Varys on this religion). Jon doesn’t serve the Lord of Light, he serves ONLY the North. They do seem to agree on one thing: they are protectors, and Jon recites some of his Nights Watch vows: “I am the shield that guards the realms of men.” More on this later …. (Are you guys picking up a theme here yet? Let’s see if you figure it out before I get to the end of this post). 😉 

 After the Hound points them towards the mountain he saw in his vision, we go to Dragonstone where Dany decides to compliment Tyrion by insulting him? lol What she likes about him is that he’s not a hero -heroes are stupid with their constant pissing contests (she’s not wrong) -except I’m not sure I’d consider Daario or Drogo heroes? Tyrion points out that all these brave men have fallen for her -including Jon Snow, because apparently unbeknownst to US the actual viewers, he’s been oogling her ….?? Daenerys denies it, but you can tell by her body language that this pleases her. But -“he’s too little for her” ???? What does that even mean? 

Honestly, I can’t figure out my Little Lion this season and it’s kind of pissing me off. Is he cracked out on Dragon love too? Or is he being clever and playing the game? Varys did say he needed to find a way to make her listen. Does Tyrion think Jon can influence her? And where the hell is Varys, by the way? 

Dany brings up the upcoming meeting and her impulsive temper comes up -and the Tarlys (expect them to come up again in the near future too, guys). Tyrion warns her about ruling with fear and then the convo shifts to the subject of Dany’s mortality and her line of succession. Dany jumps into serious angry paranoia mode (Targ trait) and flings accusations of Tyrion’s loyalty at him again. Look -I fully understand that this is a touchy (and rightly so) subject for Dany, but I don’t think he’s in the wrong here -the line of succession is important to any monarch, and especially one that intends to ride into battle. But …not today Tyrion, not today. 

We jump back over the wall, and now the boys are traipsing through blizzard-like conditions. Is it still the same day? Has night fallen, or is it just dark due to the snow storm? Ugh, this episode is leaving me with more questions than answers! They spot, and are spotted by an undead bear, and a few redshirt Wildlings are taken out. Thoros and Beric light the sonofabitch on fire, Tormund whacks it with his battle axe -I mean, this damn thing takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’, and ends up with Thoros in its mouth, before Jorah takes it out with a dagger (assuming it was dragon glass?). A chug of alcohol and a cauterizing of the wound, and he’s miraculously up on his feet and ready to continue. 

On a side note: poor precious hound and his fire PTSD. 😔 Cant wait for Clegane bowl -hope it ends with fire and Sandor conquering his fear while exacting his revenge. 

And now we’re back in Winterfell, and a distressed Sansa is confiding in Little Finger. If ya’ll didn’t pick up that she was sniffing him out, then I just can’t help you. Sansa doesn’t trust him. I strongly suspect she knows that letter turned up because of him. I’m 99% confident she was jugging him for info …. 

Sansa is nervous about the letter, though -rightly so, because if the lords see it, they may withdraw their support -BUT she isn’t worried for herself, she’s worried for Jon and keeping his army (amassed to 20k now -when did that happen? Go Sansa!) -so wake up and suck a fat one, Sansa haters! Don’t you guys get it yet?!?! Sansa is loyal to Jon -shit, even Little Finger gets it. Why do you think he’s so bent on sewing discourse between the sisters, now? Because all his attempts to drive a wedge between Jon and Sansa have failed! 

We return to the winter wonderland, and now it’s Jorah/Thoros bonding time. I’m sorry that I don’t care enough to repeat their exchange -it wasn’t exactly riveting, and I pretty much knew that it was his “death knell”. Anyone else getting whiplash from all this back and forth? 

Upon their climb, they hear the clinking of an undead scouting party. Interesting …. they send scouting parties ahead? The NK and his Generals are pretty smart. Which caused something to pop into my head: are Gilly’s brothers the NK’s Generals? But back to the action … they start a fire to lure them in and ambush them. Jon kills the General and all but one of the wights fall. Aside from the convenience of all but the one they need falling, this is also interesting. If they take out the generals who raised them, the wights will automatically fall -so if the NK is taken out, then his entire army would perish! Hmmm … 

So, my dudes tackle Bones and he lets out an ear piercing screech, which apparently alerts the others (hmmm -they communicate, too?). With an avalanche of the undead rolling down upon them at high speeds, they collectively shit their pants while hogtying Bones, and Jon orders Gendry to run for Eastwatch and get a Raven to Dany, declaring that he’s “the fastest”. Well, this is all well and good, but please explain to me just exactly HOW Jon knows this? Because I didn’t know Gendry was fast …did you? And not only do they send this poor kid who’s never even seen snow before, off into the arctic wilds by his lonesome, entrusting his supposed internal GPS (I guess???), but they take his freaking weapon so he has no means to defend himself, to boot! 

And off he goes, while Jon and the crew race for shelter and find themselves standing over the weak ice of a frozen pond/lake. With no other place to go but forward, they take their chances and make for the rock in the middle, as the dead close in on them and after grabbing a few more redshirt Wildlings, the wights break the weakened ice and begin falling into icy water, creating a barrier and a trap for our boys. Winded, but alive, they freeze their tushes off, as night falls and an exhausted Gendry collapses before the gate of Eastwatch. Daddy Davos comes to cradle on of his fostered sons as Gendry breathlessly pleas to send a Raven. 

It’s morning on the rock, and our dudes have snuggled to keep warm overnight. The Hound rouses from his comfy Jon Snow pillow to kick the grumbling Bones, who’s probably just salty that he didn’t get invited to the slumber party. Sandor gives him a good morning kick in the ribs, and when Bones squeals in displeasure, so do some of the wights surrounding them. Another clue of their links? 

Unfortunately, Thoros hasn’t made it through the night. They burn his body and Beric says the creepy Lord of Light’s prayer. I hope someone had the good sense to take his flaming sword first, but I doubt it, because while I love my boys -they aren’t exactly clever …they did go on a wight hunt, after all. 🙄 

Jorah and Jon discuss the connection and Jorah suggests trying to take out the WW’s as their best chance of survival. Jon says no, they need to take that thing (Bones) back with them and a Raven is on its way to Dany -she’s their only chance. I suppose she has the same magic GPS as Gendry. 😳 Beric joins them and counters that argument with just taking out the NK -he turned them all after all …kill him and they all fall. 

Now, Jon puzzles me here. His reply to Beric’s suggestion is: “You don’t understand." 

What Jon? What don’t we understand, baby?? Tell us!!!! Is Jon suddenly afraid of his own mortality? I don’t think so, but then -what don’t we understand?????? 

*screaming internally* 

Beric counters with how the lord brought them both back and maybe this is why. I’m not sure what Jon’s thinking while his chest heaves and he eye fucks the NK -but …. perhaps he really is afraid? Maybe of failing and being forced to rise and fight on the NK’s side? Suggestions are welcome here …. really. 

We jump back to Winterfell and Sansa has received an invite to KL. So, who sent this invite? Sansa refuses to go -and is certainly justified considering …. She intends to send Brienne in her stead, but Brienne is uncomfortable leaving Sansa unprotected because of Little Finger. She requests to at least leave Podrick behind, but Sansa denies her request, and after trying several times to politely put her off, she finally rudely dismisses her. Now, I have no doubt that Sansa is truly frightened to go to KL because of Cersei, but I also think that she specifically chose Brienne to represent her -not only because she trusts her to represent her interests, but also because of what Little Finger implied earlier -about Brienne intervening with Arya if necessary. I’d like to think that Sansa is not only protecting her little sister, but also Brienne’s honor of having to side with one of the sisters should things get ugly. (They won’t, trust me). 

We flip over to Dragonstone and Tyrion tries to convince Dany not to run off to the rescue, but (thankfully), she doesn’t listen. She mounts Drogon and off to the rescue her and her lizard babies go! 

We’re back at the boulder now, and an apparently bored Sandor is throwing rocks at the "cunt” wights. Not that I blame him, but we all knew where this was going, right? The ice has re-frozen and slowly, the dead advance on them again. This shit was really unbelievable, tbh. With the sheer amount of wights surrounding them, they should have been swarmed, but somehow manage to keep most of them at bay. Jon yells “fall back” (to where????) as Tormund gets grabbed and, oh my heart!!!! I swear I had a mini stroke! But thankfully, Sandor grabs him just in time (he knows he fucking LOVES fire kissed Gingers, okay?)!

And just when it seems that all is lost, Dany and lizard puppies arrive to fuck shit up!! Okay, despite their destruction to actual human life a few weeks ago -this was beautiful and visually very satisfying! This is what the dragons are for! They take out a good chunk of the NK’s army -which is WHY I assume he targets the dragon still flying overhead and raining down hellfire on his army, rather than Drogon who was chilling while they all saddled up. I mean, it’s just a guess, but it’s truly the ONLY logical explanation I could come up with. 😐 

Dany reaches immediately for Jon, but a wight charges, and Jon turns to dispatch it, as well as a few of its comrades while the others climb atop Drogon. You know, Jon being the hero he was accused of earlier in the episode? The NK marches forward and takes aim at Viserion -who is still fucking up his army (as I mentioned above, and why I think he may have targeted him), as Jon continues to blindly fight the wights instead of climbing his dumbass on the fucking dragon! Why? So it can be HIS fault for what happens next, of course! 

I legit cried when Viserion died. I’m a grown-ass woman, and I don’t give a shit! It was heartbreaking, to watch him plummet from the sky and crash into the lake, his eye drifting closed as he slipped below the ice … and personally, I think Dany’s facial expression nailed it: gut wrenching shock. As a mother, my heart broke for her, even though I know that the dragons future demise is necessary. 

An angry Jon charges right towards the NK for a standoff, as if he took Beric’s words to heart and was prepared to sacrifice himself right then and there to kill the NK and save the whole damn world! But the NK doesn’t want to scrap -instead, he reaches for another ice spear, and Jon seeing that he intends to take out another dragon, screams for them to go. 

He turns to sprint for Drogon (I guess? Because Drogon had already begun to take off?) but he’s tackled by wights and dragged into the icy water. The group hauls ass into the air as an ice spear whizzes towards them, but Drogon avoids it and almost sends Jorah to an early grave. Dany glances back for any sight of Jon as Drogon flies them to safety. 

After the dragons fly off, the NK and his army nonchalantly shuffle on as if nothing happened. We get a shot of Longclaw by the ice hole and suddenly Jon lunges out of the water and uses its hilt to drag himself out of the icy lake. Soaked and frozen and probably figuring this is the end, he raises his sword to go out fighting and uncle Benjen drops in to save the day! He hauls a popsicle Jon onto his undead? horse and tells him to ride for the pass, declining Jon’s offer to come with him and telling him “there’s no time”. Now -I’ve seen this part criticized, and I get it, I do -except what is Benjen supposed to do? He can’t pass the wall -he’s dead too. Guess he figured it best to go out fighting then endless undead loneliness. Maybe he figured he had no more dumbass nephews to save from beyond the wall anymore? Whatever the case, it was sad to see yet another Stark perish -even if he was technically already dead. 

We’re back at Eastwatch now, and the Hound is dumping Bones in a dingy, as Beric says farewell and they’ll meet again. The Hound says he fucking hopes not, but I don’t think he means it. 😉 Atop the wall, Dany gazes forlornly at the landscape below, as Jorah tells her it’s time to go (and calls her “Your Grace”, and not Khaleesi? Since when?). As she turns to leave, the horn blows and Benjen’s horse comes into view (and where have I seen this scene before?) only this time, WITH a rider. Hey -how the fuck did he get his horse back, anyway?

The Targ ship unfurls its sails, and we’re in Jon’s cabin as Davos literally peels the frozen furs from his trembling body, and sweet mary mother of God, Kit’s abs! 😍 As Jon freezes to death, I’m just praying that Davos continues with his disrobing of Jon (and the camera follows), but nope … 😔 Dany watches from the doorway with a mixture of worry, awe and since she’s only human, probably lust (I feel you girl, I really do). On a serious note: she’s privy to all those horrid scars that were never stitched and are still literal almost gaping gashes in his chest -and one directly over his heart. I bet Davos’ words are ringing in her ears again. 

After that gratuitous abs scene, we head back to Winterfell, where Sansa is snooping through Arya’s room -probably looking for the letter. Instead, she stumbles onto Arya’s face collection. WTF! Naturally, Arya catches her snooping, and begins to terrify Sansa, and myself collectively, with some creepy dialogue that rings as an ominous threat -except, well … let’s break this down a bit. She is sharing some of her past. She wants to play the Game of Faces, but Sansa is not having any of this shit.

I’m pretty sure that Arya drops a MAJOR foreshadowing bomb here: “We both wanted to be other people when we were younger. You wanted to be a queen, sitting next to a handsome king on the iron throne and I wanted to be a knight riding off to battle." 

Okay, back to the terrifying conversation… Arya: "With the faces, I can become someone else, live in their skin, speak in their voice. I can even become you …”

*she picks up the catspaw dagger and steps closer to Sansa* 

 (With the dagger in her hand): “I wonder what it would feel like, wearing those pretty dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I’d need to find out is your face.”

 *she flips the dagger and hands it to Sansa HILT first* 

 When Sansa takes the dagger, Arya casually turns and leaves the room.

ARYA WAS PLAYING THE GAME OF FACES. Yes, it’s shitty, and she gave her sister a mini stroke, but here’s the thing: I believe they are BOTH playing Little Finger separately -to protect one another AND Jon, they just don’t realize that the other is doing it yet. I’m fully confident that either Bran is going to sit our Starklings down, or they’re going to figure it out on their own. And speaking of Bran, where the hell is he? Is he off with Varys? WTH?! 

Okay, and we’re finally at the scene that y'all were dreading …. Jon’s eyes drift open to a teary-eyed Dany who’s relieved to see him wake. Immediately, he apologizes for her loss. She shakes her head and lowers it to hide her tears (probably trying not to make him feel worse), and Jon reaches for her hand. He tells her he wishes he could take it back and that they’d never gone. Dany shakes her head again and disengages her hand. She disagrees -she needed to see to understand. 

She tells him that the dragons are her children -the only children she’ll ever have, and asks him if he understands what she’s trying to convey. Jon shakes his head yes, as Dany vehemently professes her support in helping Jon defeat the NK. 

Now, I received an ask earlier last week when this episode leaked, about whether I thought Dany was doing this only for vengeance -and certainly, that does factor into her decision, I’m sure. And I don’t fault her one fucking bit, tbh. I’m a mother -if you hurt my kids, I’m coming straight for you -why do you think the term “mama grizzly” was coined? But, on the other hand -she’s now seen this horrific undead army, and what they are capable of. As someone who freed slaves, it only makes sense that she’d want to help make sure that humanity is not enslaved by the NK and the dead. This is WHY Dany is here, you guys. Not to be queen. Not to be Jon’s wife. But to help save humanity with her fire-made flesh dragons, and die in a very messianic way -as such has been the arc they built her character upon. 

Jon immediately thanks her, and calls her Dany. She’s taken aback -and explains that no one has called her that in a very long time. She brings up Viserys and in a roundabout way, says he was a dick, as to which Jon replies: “alright, not Dany. How about my queen? I’d bend the knee, but …” he nods his head towards his injured state, as Dany asks about the people who’ve sworn allegiance to him (because she suddenly cares about that now?) and Jon says (and like I TOLD YOU ALL LAST WEEK when I watched this leaked scene, how very important and almost foreboding his words are): “They’ll come to see you for what you are.” 

WHAT YOU ARE. Not who you are. Not how caring you are. Not anything other than ambiguously WEIRD: what you are!!! 

Dany is still touched by this seemingly heartfelt declaration, and with more tears welling in her eyes, grasps his hand and proclaims that she hopes she deserves it, and Jon reassures her that she does. After some silent eye contact, she pulls her hand free from his grasp and tells him to get some rest. 

He obliges and closes his eyes, and then when she leaves the room, his eyes reopen and he looks -guilty? As he releases what sounds like an exasperated sigh. 

And finally, we end the night with the dead dragging Viserion from the icy depths with some heavy duty chains, and the NK reanimates him. Okay, I just have to say how fucking stupid that is. Where did these massive chains come from? Why didn’t he just raise his arms and raise Viserion like he did the Wildlings at Hardhome? It would have been a lot cooler if he came lunging out of the water all blue eyed, rather than be dragged up with chains. Ugh whatever! 

Okay, so for a penultimate episode, I’m not majorly impressed, but I didn’t hate it.

So, some things we need to go back and touch on (as noted throughout). Have you all figured out where I was going with it? Yes? No? 

Okay - SO MANY CALLBACKS TO THE NIGHTS WATCH HERE, GUYS! 

We got Ygritte callbacks with “Gingers are kissed by fire”. We got the Jon/Beric convo which was kind of reminiscent of Half Hand/Jon’s convo when they were with the Wildling’s as prisoners, and Jon even recited a piece of his Nights Watch vows! We’ve got Tormund bringing up Mance, and his refusal to kneel AND we’ve got an almost replicated scene (horn blowing and all) of Uncle Benjen’s horse riding for the gate of the wall, only this time, WITH a rider! 

What does that remind me of? Well, a previously duplicitous undercover Jon infiltrating the Wildlings -using them to achieve his goal of getting back to Castle Black alive, to warn the Watch of the impending attack and to do his duty -hold the Wall against the Wildlings. How did he do that? By deceiving Ygritte -despite his feelings. 

Now, I’m not saying I’m right, and it’s just a theory -but I truly do believe that Jon is playing Dany. BUT, I also truly believe that he does like her, and that he does really believe she has a good heart. She did just lose one of her children to save him and the crew …  Jon’s odd and ambiguous words: “They’ll see you for what you are” is for our benefit -a clue to know where the story is headed. However, I do think that the fact that he actually admires and cares for her (cares, NOT loves) is making him feel pretty shitty for what he is/has to do, on top of the guilt he feels for being at fault for Viserion’s death. 

It’s no coincidence that he couldn’t look in her eyes when he offered to bend the knee. It’s also very telling that he did so when no one was around to hear/witness this. While Dany has been wearing her obvious heart eyes on her sleeve for a few episodes now, Jon has been pretty guarded, he hasn’t shared ANYTHING personal, his expressions have been odd -and blank, mostly (as in this scene, as well) … this developing “romance” has felt “off”. With Dany’s attraction being so blatant, I think that Jon easily picked up on her feelings for him, and he’s using that -playing on those feelings, to secure an alliance. 

So why is this necessary if Dany already agreed to help him? Truth be told, I feel like Jon just doesn’t fully trust her. Good heart or not, she is a stranger, he’s seen her temper and how quickly she turned on Tyrion that day -this is Jon being smarter than Father (also brought up several times in the episode -as well as his honor) and Robb -who ironically was also brought up in this episode by way of Sansa’s letter! 

Addressing the weirdness of Jon calling Dany, “Dany”? I believe this was to assert a familial tie -in the same episode where her brother was brought up, and ironically, the dragon that died, was named for. They are reminding us they’re actually FAMILY (incase we forgot) because of what’s going next episode, y'all. They want us to be kind of squicked out when it happens. 

All the mentions of Dany’s inability to conceive? Well, for two reasons, really- to hit us (and Jon) over the head with the fact that Dany can’t get pregnant, so boatbang can happen, basically -and Mr. “doesn’t want to sire a bastard”, feels confident to hang up his vow of celibacy if there’s no shot of getting Dany pregnant. And also, for all of our tongues to be wagging about “oh no, could their be a magic Targ baby”? like many have been. A red herring for the red herring, anyone? A baby requires a time jump -a time jump cannot happen -the dead are literally KNOCKING on the Wall. If you’ve got a logical explanation for me -let’s have it. And yes, I’ve heard the shadow baby theory, and while I think it’s uber cool, I’m not really onboard with it -who would it kill, as that is their purpose?

Also -the NK and his Generals are impervious to fire -unlike the wights. But -will dragon glass and Valaryian steel kill the NK? I’m starting to doubt that … 

 And before I sign off on this, I wanted to address one more thing (that I specifically looked for in my re-watch) -the mention I saw floating around here, of the Wolf eyes on Longclaws hilt opening as Jon emerged from the frozen lake -it did look like that, but it was just a shadow-a trick of the light, if you go back and watch it. 😉 

 Thanks for tuning in again. See you next week for my final recap of the season. And FYI: my kiddos start school the next day, so I can’t stay up til 2 am recapping -my recap will be posted on Monday, instead. ✌🏻

Mme Bustier's Class as Colours
  • Marinette: yellow - sometimes a soft colour, but gets very bright and fiery when riled up
  • Alya: gold - gorgeous and bright, shines through dark times and loves to help out
  • Adrien: grey - been through trauma, but has recovered enough so that they're not a darker, black shade
  • Nino: green - the colour of forests and the sea, beautiful and natural
  • Nathaniel: baby blue - calm and soft, keeps collected in arguments.
  • Alix: silver - tough, the colour of steel, however still a little vulnerable
  • Kim: neon orange - stands out in a crowd. Like, really stands out. Obnoxiously.
  • Max: rainbow - *cough* gayer than words can describe
  • Rose: pink - the colour of innocence and sweetness, love and hope, beautiful as a flower and pure as a river
  • Juleka: indigo - independent and strong, the colour of greatness, loves and is loved
  • Mylene: creamy white - purity and innocence, like an angel
  • Ivan: turquoise - dark, deep, but beautiful
  • Sabrina: ginger - look me in the eyes and tell this girl isn't a carrot
  • Chloe: crimson - often associated with bad things and anger, but some people forget that this colour is also associated with love and lust.
  • Lila: brown - underrated. has a lot of potential (I still hate her).
  • Mme Bustier: black - looks at her she's got anxiety her entire class has been akumatised
[Miraculous Ladybug]: Sweet Deliveries

day 1 and already im like an hour late but fuck it what else is new?

first up is all of the week 1 prompts for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare ! im trying to warm up to nathanael as a character and i’ve also been meaning to push out more mlm in this fandom, so consider this me killing two birds with one stone. hope you enjoy~

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Prompt: Day 1 - “Wrong Number”
Pairing: Adrinath (Adrien x Nathanael)
Title: Sweet Deliveries
Summary: Wrong Number AU in which a sick Nathanael tries to ask Rose for things to help his cold and calls Adrien instead. Adrien, of course, exceeds all expectations.


Sweet Deliveries


“Are you sure you’re going to be fine taking the bus home?”

Rose was standing on her tippy toes, pressing the backs of her hands to Nathanael’s cheeks and forehead, frowning at the heat that was burning her skin. He smiled weakly — wincing against his sore throat — and zipped his sweatshirt all the way up to his chin. “It’s only a fifteen minute ride. I don’t want maman to have to take time off work just to come get me.”

“You’re running a fever you silly!”

“It’s just a tiny one,” Nathanael assured her, even as he began to feel lightheaded the longer he stayed on his feet. “I’ll rest up for the rest of the day and be back at school tomorrow.”

Rose frowned and gently smacked his elbow. “I better not see you in school tomorrow, Nathanael. I’ll march you right home!”

“It’s already so hard to concentrate in class, I don’t want to miss even more by being absent.”

“Maybe if you put that sketchbook of yours down for more than two minutes at a time….”

Nathanael jutted out his bottom lip and stared at her pitifully while Rose rolled her eyes half-heartedly. “Come on, give me your hand.”

“What for?”

She pulled out a pink pen and scribbled some numbers on the back of his hand. “When is your mother going to be home?”

“Late probably,” Nathanael admitted. “Late shift tonight.”

“Alright. I want you to call me when school finishes and let me know if you need anything,” she explained. “I have soup, medicine, tea, and snacks at my house and I can run them over quick. You only live a few blocks from me so it’s no trouble.”

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