i feel a deep connection to this quote so why not

Sansa and her “Stark connection”

Since the fandom is always saying how Sansa is not a Real Stark ™    I wanted to  make a post in which I explain why Sansa, born in the Winter (unlike Arya or Bran or Rickon born in the long Summer), in Winterfell (unlike Jon or Robb born in the south) will always be a Stark ( no Lannister or Baelish or whatever…), no matter who she is forced to marry (to survive I might add..). 

 In AGOT Sansa (before her father died, and when she was meant to marry joffrey) is already very proud of her Stark origins. 

Alyn carried the Stark banner. When she saw him rein in beside Lord Beric to exchange words, it made Sansa feel ever so proud.

While prefering The Seven (like her mother) she does admire the poetry of the old gods. 

Besides, even if she could leave the castle, where would she go? It was enough that she could walk in the yard, pick flowers in Myrcella’s garden, and visit the sept to pray for her father. Sometimes she prayed in the godswood as well, since the Starks kept the old gods.

By the time she reached the godswood, the noises had faded to a faint rattle of steel and a distant shouting. Sansa pulled her cloak tighter. The air was rich with the smells of earth and leaf. Lady would have liked this place, she thought. There was something wild about a godswood; even here, in the heart of the castle at the heart of the city, you could feel the old gods watching with a thousand unseen eyes.

While she is called little bird, or little dove (when people want to undermine her), she is called wolf  too.

Tyrion found himself thinking of his wife. Not Sansa; his first wife, Tysha. The whore wife, not the wolf wife.

“Your Grace has forgotten the Lady Sansa,” said Pycelle.

The queen bristled. “I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf.” She refused to say the girl’s name.

And Sansa herself when she is in put  a hard position takes courage in her Stark origins. Its something that gives her  strength:

Do as you’re told, sweetling, it won’t be so bad. Wolves are supposed to be brave, aren’t they?

“Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.

"Winterfell?” Robert was small for eight, a stick of a boy with splotchy skin and eyes that were always runny. Under one arm he clutched the threadbare cloth doll he carried everywhere.

Winterfell is the seat of House Stark,” Sansa told her husband-to-be. “The great castle of the north.”

“Do you require guarding?” Marillion said lightly. “I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. ‘The Roadside Rose,’ I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her.

I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him. Instead she nodded, and let him escort her down the tower steps and along a bridge. 

 Petyr put his arm around her. “What if it is truth he wants, and justice for his murdered lady?” He smiled. “I know Lord Nestor, sweetling. Do you imagine I’d ever let him harm my daughter?

"I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.

"As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.

I will tell my aunt that I don’t want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows. She wasn’t a beggar, no matter what her aunt said. She was thirteen, a woman flowered and wed, the heir to Winterfell.

.His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa’s memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me?

From the high battlements of the gatehouse, the whole world spread out below them. Sansa could see the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s hill, where her father had died. At the other end of the Street of the Sisters stood the fire-blackened ruins of the Dragonpit. To the west, the swollen red sun was half-hidden behind the Gate of the Gods. The salt sea was at her back, and to the south was the fish market and the docks and the swirling torrent of the Blackwater Rush. And to the north …She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys and hills and bottoms and more streets and more alleys and the stone of distant walls. Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell.

but personally my favorite line about Sansa being always a Stark and belonging North in Winterfell  (Never a Lannister! , no matter who she marries) is this quote by Ned: 

When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.”

“All that way?” Jory said, astonished.

“All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin.

Sansa whole story (to me) is about her journey retaking her Stark origins which were stolen from her in the worst of way, just like they killed her wolf Lady. But just like Lady remains, Sansa place is and always will be in the north, as a Stark of Winterfell. 

Summary of TAZ discourse today

(Let me be clear I am likely to come across as defensive of taz in this)

Here’s the primary source of the controversy. Originally, preview images of the comic adaptation of the adventure zone showed it was going to portray all three main characters as white. New preview pages of the comic with revised designs were released today. (For the record, I am not 100% sure how much the Mcelroys are actually involved in the comic making process?)

So now we have; one pale skinned character, one dark skinned character and one character with non-human skin color. The brothers have made it clear that these design are not canon and there are no “canon” appearances for the characters (If you feel like that is also a bit of a cop out, thats fair tbh). A lot of people were unhappy for several reasons. 

- There still could be more poc representation.

- “We wanted dark skinned Taako and you give us blue??? wtf is this??” (Again, I can see why people read this as a lame cop out)

- Some people feel really strongly that Taako needs to be canonically Latinx because of the running gag of his name sounding like taco which has grown into him having some connection to inventing tacos. (Griffin has discussed his anxiety about this, and I think he is in a lose-lose situation. Having Latinx characters named taco and chalupa would probably create even more backlash)

- A lot of people have decided that giving Taako blue/green skin makes the design anti-semitic. (It takes some deep ass digging to figure out why green skin is antisemitic? But apparently the green skin+long nose+pointy hat look came from anti semitic stereotypes back in ye olde europe)

And then there are a couple things from the newest episode.

-There is a long-ish romantic scene were Barry Bluejeans and Lup become an official romantic pair. Some people aren’t happy about a straight relationship getting a lot of time, or think that the lgbtq relationships in the show didnt get a comparable amount of time. (For the record, Lup is a trans woman so Blupjeans is straight, but arguably still lgbtq representation)

-At one point Justin does a bit where Taako is reciting inspirational quotes from famous people and attributing them to himself. During this, Coco Chanel gets quoted and some people are pissed on account of Coco Chanel being a MEGA-Problematic person in a number of ways. (I am anticipating that Justin will figured out he goofed and publicly apologize bout that)

IDK what I am even going on about tho… I think for me the bottom line is its totally okay to be disappointed about some of this stuff. BUT there has been a lot of black and white “if the Mcelboys arent saints then they must be VILLIANS” stuff going around and??? Yeah they have made mistakes out of ignorance but have always shown a desire and willingness to take criticism and improve themselves. I mean, maybe they only act like they care about representation for the sake of pleasing there primary audience. But if someone seems to be trying as hard as Griffin is to do right by minority groups, I really think we should try to maintain our civility when they mess up and give them a chance to improve themselves.

But hey, then again, I could just be cutting them too much slack cause I enjoy TAZ. That not implausible. 

Worth The Wait- Stuart Twombly

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Stuart x Reader

Words- 6,249 (uhhhhh)

Warnings- mentions of sexual assault (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED), smut, fluff, swearing, idk of anything else

AN: I stated this months ago but decided to finish it and post it for Stu week! I really hope y’all enjoy this because i’m super proud of it!

Also, thanks to @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me. I love you, Bee!!!! <3 And also a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for keeping me motivated and believing me!!!!! ;P

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. The weather outside was rainy and cold and I could hear the sound of the wind rustling against the windows. I was sat alone in the library of my university, the only other person here being the little old librarian. She reminded me of my grandma: sweet and funny, and she always smelled like cinnamon. She also told the best stories, her stories.

I got up to put the book that I had just finished in the drop box.

“Finished already sweetheart? Didn’t you just start reading that about two hours ago?” I heard her sweet voice speak up.

I chuckled lightly, “I am. But you know me, I love to read.” I spoke softly. It was true though, the minute I open a book, I get lost in the beautiful words that litter the tattered pages.

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Dirty thoughts

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader

word count: 3058

warnings: um, implied smut? 

A/N: I hope you like this, it came to my mind some days ago. English is not my first language and i am doing my best, so please whether you like it or not, please let me know. It’s really important because I want to become a better writer. :) ♥ Oh, and if you want a request feel free to ask, just know that it may not be up really fast due to my filled schedule :) 

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He was standing in front of me and was studying my shape. That made me nervous so I was looking at the floor. I felt those familiar rough and at the same time soft fingers slowly moving from the neck to my jaw, titling me head up in order to see him in the eyes. He smirked and got nearer, his skin barely touching mine.

“You have no idea what I am planning to do to you, sweetheart.”, his voice sent shivers down my spine after he whispered those words. Then his lips met my soft skin just below the ear. Moaning I tried to burry my hand in his raven black hair but the boy stopped me. Pushing me lightly I fell on the bed. He hovered above me and then I saw the desire in his eyes. I licked, then bit my lips at the thought what he can do to me.

“I’m all yours. Show me what you are capable of.”, I titillate him. That caused only a devilish grin. His hand ripped my shirt and within seconds his skillful mouth was exploring my curves…

“Come on (Y/N)! We must go!”, somebody shouted so loud in my ear that I fell on the hard floor.

“Are you crazy!? What the hell is your problem? You want me to become deaf or something?”, I screamed back.

“Well, you weren’t waking up so I had to do something.”, Lily, my roommate, said back, “Come on, dress up! We will be late for class.”, in response I groaned, not only my ass was hurting, but because she woke me up from my dream that was just becoming interesting. However, just as I saw the time, my almost wet dream popped out of my head and I started dressing. We had Potions and I didn’t want to get in trouble because of my dirty thoughts.

Somehow we managed to get in class just seconds before the teacher did.

“How is my sweetheart? Did she get enough sleep or she kept thinking ‘bout me?”, the familiar voice I had heard in my dreams asked.

“You are not so important to occupy my dreams.”, I looked at him with a smirk, trying to cover the fact that I was lying.

“You are hurting me, (Y/L/N)!”, placing his hand on his chest, where his heart was supposed to be, he acted as though he had been hurt, “Not caring about your boyfriend?”

“You are such a drama queen.”, I smiled.

“No, no, no! I’m a sexy drama queen.”, his façade as a hurt child continued.

“Well, here I cannot quarrel.”

“Oh, and…”, leaning closer to me he whispered, “You were indeed in my dreams last night.”

Those words immediately made my face turn red. I bit my lips and looked down, hiding my smile.

“You are so sweet when you are blushing.”, he stated as he placed his head on both his hands looking as a child admiring something, ”Oh, here you are blushing even more because of my compliments, which are actually true.”, that boy really didn’t know when to stop, “You are becoming as red as my tie sweetie, is it even possible?”

“Stop it, Sirius!”, he was right, I felt my face burning but at the same time I couldn’t stop smiling because of him.

“Why?”, my boyfriend asked simply while looking at me with an innocent look.

“I-um…I just wanna focus.”

“Yeah, sure.”, and with that our conversation finished. I was doing fine for the first five minutes. Then Sirius put his hand on my bare hip. My body immediately tensed. I was used to it, Sirius was really touchy and liked to show that I was his but this time it was different. I glanced at him but it seemed that he was interested in the boring lecture. I put all my efforts in trying to do the same, but Sirius’ hand was burning my skin. The only thing that was roaming in my mind was me, my boyfriend and some dirty things I’d never thought I would think of. I moved slightly so Sirius’ hand would just fall or something but that didn’t happen, he even moved it upwards. I bit my lip in order to stop the moan that was about to escape my mouth. That was it! I removed his hand, something I didn’t do and looked directly at the teaching trying to look as though everything he had been saying was so freaking intriguing. Yet I managed to catch Sirius’ head turning towards me. Usually I liked him touching me and now I hoped that this didn’t make him see that something was not alright.  

Sirius was staring at me almost the whole lesson and it was a torture, honestly. I didn’t want him to feel bad about that my hormones are ‘activated’. But thankfully the class finished soon.

“Hey, (Y/N), wha-”, as Sirius was about to turn and say something I stormed out of the room heading towards my next lesson – Transfiguration. The good news was that my sexy boyfriend had Herbology and I could focus without a problem. Ha, ha, ha! Guess what?! He was stuck in my mind. His simple movement filled me with desire and it was only 9 o’clock in the morning. That slight touch on my hips and bam I’m head over heels for him. Not that I wasn’t but this feeling was kind of new, it drove me crazy. And on top of this everything I did in class was wrong that I had my house with 15 points down. ‘That stupid bastard! Who gave him the right to affect me that way?! Idiot, fucking sexy idiot!’

We’d been dating for almost 8 months but sex was never a topic. Yeah, we did make sex jokes but only that. Something in me believed that Sirius knew this experience was unfamiliar to me and didn’t push me although he was probably suffering from not training his lil’ friend which made me love him even more. But now, somehow used to all the stress about the exams and homework my body finally decided it was time to get what it wanted. Sirius and I of course had passionate moments but only that.

The whole day I’d been trying to ignore him in order to reduce my feelings but as all my efforts through the day…nothing, I repeat nothing succeed. Again lost in my thoughts, searching for something that will occupy my mind I didn’t notice my boyfriend who was searching for me. He pushed me against the nearest wall and got me out of trance.

“We need to talk. Now.”, he stated slowly with his deep and sexy voice. I gulped nervously and as I tried to get out of that situation he stopped me with putting his hands on the wall so I won’t escape. I observed him remembering each detail. His shirt was enlacing his body so perfectly that his muscles were visible. The sleeves were rolled up just above his elbow. I bit my lips and continue my research. His jaw was clenched, and those soft and pinky lips were just inches away from me. Oh, I was dying to kiss them at that moment but did anything to hold that control over my body. And then, finally, his orbits. There was something in him, something in his eyes. If you ever meet that look, then you would understand what I mean. Those cold grey eyes had so much fire in them, fire that managed to ignite my cells, my body. I was burning from desire for those hands around me, those lips connecting with mine and sucking my soul out of my vessel. He was dangerous. Like a spark in a dry forest. Only one look and I was turning into ash, ash of passion and love.

“There is something.”

“What do you mean that there is something, Sirius?”, I tried to play dumb.

“You cannot lie to me, (Y/L/N) and you know that.”, he came closer and I tried to move backwards but the stupid wall was behind me. ‘Stupid Hogwarts teachers, why making a wall just there?!’

“You are wrong, honey. I’m fine.”, faking a smile had to make him believe me but that naïve dog with super senses could detect all my lies.

“Then why are you running away from me as though I am the devil?”

Those questions and that sexy provoking way of talking were getting me out of my skin.

“Maybe because you are!”, as I told that my eyes got wide.

“Have I done something?”, he asked simply.

“Yes, yes you did!”, crossing my arms I looked away.

“What is it?”

“You are hot and sexy and seductive and, urgh!”

“Wait, what?”, it seemed my statement confused him so I used the opportunity to escape. Just as he realized what I was doing he grabbed my hand and stopped me, “You are ignoring me because you find me attractive. Oh god, what a logic.”, he laughed.

“Don’t you dare laughing you idiot.”, I got out of his grip. Trying to look angry I began walking towards my next class. He tried to stop me but thank goodness the room was like 2 meters away and he didn’t manage to tell anything more. ‘What a bastard! How can he laugh about it? He has no idea how this situation is affecting me. Oh, he will regret this!’

The rest of the day went almost quietly. Sirius was nowhere to be seen. That calmed me down and I was able to concentrate on my homework and essays for tomorrow. As I was studying in the library someone say opposite me on the table. I looked up hoping it wasn’t Sirius. When I saw it was Remus I relaxed.

“Hi, Rem!”, I said with a bright smile.

“Hello (Y/N)! Can I sit?”

“Of course, why are you even asking?”, I took some of my books to make space for his belongings.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Just being polite.”

“Rem, I know you pretty well, no need to act as the good boy.”, I winked at him.

“What are you talking about? I am the most innocent person in the whole school, more innocent even from the virgins.”, he stated while laughing.

“Oh, do not be so sure.”, and here we went again, my desires unlocking again.

“Is there something in common with what Sirius had said?”, the boy asked as he opened his books searching for the needed information.

“What had he said? By the way, where is he?”

“Oh, he said and I quote ‘I am too hot and sexy and seductive for my girlfriend and I will give her some time without distracting her’”

“He what?!”, the anger filled me immediately.

“I, um-shit, shouldn’t have said it.”

“Where is he?”

“I-”

“Where is that little bastard, Remus?”, I should have looked really scary because the only response I got was a stuttering answer that my boyfriend was in his dormitory.

I collected all my things in fury and stormed out of the library. ‘Sirius! You better hope that I do not find you!’ Reaching the Gryffindor common room I said the password and got in. The only people there were Lily and James who stopped snogging as I entered. But I was too angry to think about how they finally became a thing.

“Where the hell is Black?”, I said though clenched teeth.

“Oh, um…”, they looked at each other confused then Lily answered, “In the boys’ dormitory.”

I threw my bag with the books on the coach and ascended the stairs. Seconds later I was in front of the door and almost ‘kicked’ it down. Sirius was standing in front of his wardrobe and when I showed with such rage his eyes widened. I entered the room without breaking an eye contact and locked the door.

“(Y/N)!”

“Sirius! I’m glad we know each other’s names.”

He tried to start a conversation but I stopped him.

“How is my hot and sexy and seductive boyfriend going?”

“Moony told you?”, he then continued doing what he was doing to wit untying his tie.

“Yes, he did!”, the view in front of me was so tempting which made even angrier and horny - a bad combination for a girl with raging hormones.

“I don’t understand why you are angry right now.”, he let his tie untied around his neck and looked at me smirking.

“You are making me insane right now.”

“And what are you gonna do then sweetheart?”, coming closer he sent me that challenging look. I grabbed him by the tie and pushed him against the door. Getting closer I whispered

“You won’t wanna know.” and then I attacked his neck with wet kisses.

“Wha- oh, shit.”, he moaned as I reached his weak spot just behind his year. Burying my hands in his soft dark hair I made him come closer so I can kiss him. It was hard to be dominant with such a giant. When our lips connected I felt that it was different than before. The kiss was rough and passionate. I bit his lower lip and used the opportunity to slide my tongue inside his mouth. Those strong arms I knew so well found their place on my ass. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him. Our tongues were fighting and he wasn’t about to surrender. Changing our position, he slammed me up against the wall and tried to gain control but I stopped immediately although I didn’t wish to. I unwrapped my legs and set foot on the floor. Sirius stood there amazed and maybe…shocked? I licked my lips and that lit the desire in his eyes. I saw my lipstick smudged on his lips which made him even hotter.

“I- woah, what just happened?”

“You saw nothing, Black.”, walking toward him he was backing up - that was the only thing his body could do at that moment. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere, “You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this.” After that I pushed him so he landed on the bed. Holding his body weight on his elbow he looked at me puzzled. Honestly I had no clue where that confidence came from, especially knowing what was about to happen but I decided to indulge the feeling. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt throwing it on the floor. Then I slid my skirt down so slowly that caused my beloved boyfriend to groan at the sight. Removing my shoes I stood there only in my black laced bra and panties. Thanks god I was wearing the sexy set of underwear.

Sirius licked his lips and scanned my body. Believe it or not his friend immediately raised which made me chuckle. I hovered above my poor boy and looked him in the eyes. There was excitement, confusion and desire at the same time. Pushing him slightly so he would lay on the bed I positioned my legs from both sides of his body. Staying inches away from each other was killing us. He did want to do something but there was a thing stopping him.

“You used to be touchy. Is there a problem?”, I asked not even confused. Deep inside I felt everything was quite right.

“Moony and Prongs were right. You’ll be the death of me.”, chuckling he finally placed his hands on my lips moving them up and down, along my back and then back on my tights, “You just took my breath away, darling. I’ve never expected such an innocent girl to hide such a dangerous sex goddess.”

Those words made me do something. I’d never thought I could make him feel this way. Being the fuckboy of the school, well before we got together, always made me insecure about my body and abilities. I’d never felt good enough for that boy, and I kept telling myself I was just a toy. I was filled with fear of being rejected; being left from the boy I truly loved.  When we first met I found him too arrogant and cocky but with time passing I managed to look though that façade and see the poor boy, who was dismissed from his own family. A boy that had been hardly understood. A boy that wanted to hide his soft and vulnerable side. When I was with him he was himself, never hiding, never faking his emotions although he could do it pretty well.

My mouth was moving along his chest, stomach and right above his boxers. Sirius was a mess. Every time we had sex he was the dominant one, I’d never felt confident to do such a thing only because I thought I wouldn’t make him feel good. Apparently, I was wrong. Hearing my boy moaning me name was a pleasure for my ears. I licked a line from the bottom to his neck never breaking eye contact. He bit his lips and then threw his head back laughing.

“Oh, god!”

“What? Don’t have the strength to bear this?” , his grey eyes were looking at me dangerously and yet passionately.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”, instantly he put his hand on my head and draw me closer. Connecting our lips for a hundredth time that night, Sirius once again tried to dominant me.

“You won’t give me a chance, huh?”

“I want you so desperately that I cannot control myself, babe.”

As I reached my back to unclasp my bra, somebody opened, no, almost broke the freaking door.

“Sirius, I need to-”, James stopped in the middle of his sentence and in the middle of the room shocked. His eyes were moving from me to Sirius and back.

“(Y/n), what are you doing on top of Sirius?”, I was asked simply.

“What may I be doing on top of my boyfriend half naked, Potter?”

“Oooh”, the reality hit his face “You look sexy on him I can confirm.”

“Go away Prongs!”, I and Sirius both said and threw pillows at him.

“Okay, okay, I am leaving. Those little kids and their hormones… ”, he said while closing the door.

“Remind me to kill him later.”, we both laughed and then looked at each other.

“Now, where were we?”

One Rule | stripper!jennie | M

Originally posted by zelosgf

Summary: “You have one rule, no touching allowed.”

Word Count: 9,951

When your friend had told you to let loose, you figured she meant for you to take a week off of work, go outside and soak up Vitamin D, maybe have one more drink than you usually did at the bar.

You did not, however, think that she meant anything remotely close to a strip club.

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The Martha Washington, Fashion Queen Post

Okay, so I feel I have to address an issue, I, as a thoroughly ignorant Brit, didn’t know until now.

WHY DID NO-ONE TELL ME MARTHA WASHINGTON WAS A FASHION QUEEN?

Now, granted, I’ve not had much exposure to American history, outside of my gran showing me Gone With The Wind, and the little I gleaned growing up from Alvin and the Chipmunks, The Simpsons, and National Treasure.
Watching Turn and having international friends who are enthusiastic about their history was a massive epiphany for me. Wait, there’s a whole new arena of history I haven’t explored? Sweet!

But on of my pre-conceived notions from all that pop-culture was that Martha Washington was a Founding Grandmother. You know…

Looks like little Red Riding Hood’s granny…

Look, granny! Carries knitting in one hand (possibly patriotic knitting. After all, Betsy Ross doesn’t just get dibs.)

Why Grandmamma, what big 1780s caps you have! (all the better to be First Lady with, my dear…)

From the paintings and iconography of Martha Washington, I’d have been very surprised if she didn’t own a rocking-chair. And I’m sure, in later life, she did. But that wasn’t ALL there was to Martha….

Wait, THIS is Martha, too?!


At first, there seems nothing to connect the staid, sensible-looking old lady in the first few portraits to this reconstructed painting of young Martha Washington, or the “Widow Custis.”

One of the first things I was struck by was that for a long time, Washington wasn’t really “George Washington” pre-Revolutionary War. He was the ‘Widow Custis’ husband’.

Now, according to Wikipedia:

“Martha Washington has traditionally been seen as a small, frumpy woman, who spent her days at the Revolutionary War winter encampments visiting with the common soldiers in their huts.”

I think the Widow Custis’ rather fabulous wardrobe would beg to disagree!

See the colours up there? Blue - especially that deep indigo blue - was tradionally one of the most expensive dyes available. No-one who could afford indigo is EVER going to be accused of being frumpy by 18th century peers.

Also - I could write a whole essay about Martha Washington and the colour yellow.

This particular shade, known as “Imperial yellow” ,was a big thing in both 18th century East and West. Like the fad for Chinoiserie that was prevalent at the time, this was a cultural fashion import from China.

According to an article by the University of Nottingham,

“Yellow, as one of the five colours derived from the Five Elements Theory surpassed the other colours when it became the emblem of emperor. It was thought that the emperor was located in the centre of the five directions and the centre was represented by the element earth and the colour yellow. “

The idea struck a chord with the 18th century west, and yellow became an increasingly popular colour in gowns for the upper class, gradually filtering down to the middle classes towards the end of the 18th century. Back in the 1750s when Martha was the young, attractive, fiery Widow Custis, this would have made one heck of an impact, especially in the colonies. It showed her wealth and status in one go as well as - her ability to source fabrics from the other end of the earth.

I’m also going to add that when marrying Washington, Martha’s wedding gown of choice?

Imperial Yellow. Plain and frumpy this ain’t. Martha’s practically wearing a solid gold dress.

(Reproduction on display at Mount Vernon)

And, keeping up that ‘indigo blue/purple’ is one of the most expensive dyes around theme?

May I present the First Lady’s extremely sassy wedding shoes? In purple silk and gilt thread - and with that ahem, ‘imperial yellow’ silk lining peeping out there?

to quote the excellent @americanrevolutionhotties, these were the ‘Manolo Blahniks’ of their day. And they certainly say “you are one LUCKY man, Georgie boy” in spades (although George was by no means a shabby dresser himself, the gorgeous red-haired dork.) Martha was 27 when she married him, a young, attractive widow  and businesswoman with two children and an incredible inheritance from her previous husband. This must have been the powerhouse wedding of the century!

Being an absolute costume nerd, I did a bit more research into Martha Washington’s wardrobe. What else did this fashion forward woman have in her linen press?

Well…

This gown’s an absolute confection! Pink, embroidered satin, muslin and fine lace sleeves - and don’t froget, touch of yellow in the florals there. Martha still kept her style!

It’s sometimes incorrectly named her ‘inaugural ballgown’, as it’s part of the Smithsonian’s First Ladies Inaugural Gown collection. Martha strongly disapproved of George being President and actually didn’t show up for his inauguration. She was at home, busy ‘packing’. (So you can add strong-willed and independent to the list of amazing things Martha is, too)

There’s also this rather fantastic gold brocaded ballgown. The colours have faded, but you can see traces of the original colour in the bodice -and can you imagine it glittering by candlelight at a dinner table?

In her later years, Martha adopted a simpler transitional 1790s style that’s mostly commonly shown in the portraits of her as an older lady; practical, in keeping with her status, but a little more restrained (as befits a sober older lady, by the standards of the time) Still, amazingly classy in silk…

(Also, plus-size, and still rocking it. You go, girl!)

Loving the button detailing, very chic.

Sadly, these are the only gowns that survive intact from Martha’s wardrobe. Martha was nothing if not practical and a lot of her and George’s clothes were cut up and distributed to admirers and friends. But luckily, Mount Vernon has a great collection of these remnants of finery, so I’m going to post the “scraps of history” here, with a few thoughts on what they might have been…

Gorgeous red brocade with blue and gold trailing flowers! You can still see the folds where it was pleated, probably into a robe francaise. According to Mount Vernon, the little circle you can see cut-out is too small to be an armhole. It was probably used by her granddaughter to make a pin-cushion.

MOAR IMPERIAL YELLOW. YESSS, MARTHA. WEAR ALL THE YELLOW.

And this lovely green damask - hey, there’s something that probably looked like the gown Martha wears in Turn! Full points, costume designers!

AMAZINGLY similar lace, saved from Martha’s wedding gown. The exquisite lace sleeves would be re-used on other gowns as an accessory. Again, 10/10, Turn costume designers!

one of my favourites out of the Mount Vernon collection. The peach and white and brown… oh, would look stunning on a brunette!  I can only imagine this in an open robe, or a robe francaise, or anglaise, or… *grabby hands at fabric* 

well, look who’s rocking 18th century fuchsia and imperial yellow together! DAMN IT MARTHA, GIVE ME YOUR FASHION SENSE.This is my other favourite, in case you couldn’t tell…

and finally, this gorgeous white handpainted silk. You can only imagine what this must have looked like in a gown.

Fashion history lesson over, kids. Spread the word. Martha Washington was an outrageous, daring, fabulous fashion queen.

Red Lips Don’t Lie Part III

Hello, lovelies! There we go! Part three is here, happy reading and tell us what you think! M @thesmutofthemendes and I love getting feedback, so feel free to talk to us! 

The Toronto skyline was glistening in the background, as she turned the volume of the TV up. Trying to concentrate on the cheesy Netflix movie, her eyelids started to become heavy and she stifled a yawn, pulling the soft blanket over her shoulders.

She turned the Tv off after finishing her ridiculously happily ending movie and stood up. She made her way to her dimly lit bathroom and propped herself up on the marble sink, looking down on her chipped red nails. 

She sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Wearing an old grey band t-shirt, her mascara smudged underneath her eyes from crying. She pressed her red lips together, a quiet sob leaving her throat.

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Waking Up like that

BamBam X Reader

Fluff ~ Oneshot

Word Count: Too short to add one

Anon asked:  anything with bambam please? he’s my ult but nobody writes about him! (if you know any good bam story’s please tag them/the writer!) 
And then added:  (btw I mean like a bam scenario or smth like that!) 

Summary: You are hanging out with the guys and everyone one goes to sleep besides you and BamBam. Although you two end up falling asleep soon, together, on a small couch, tOgEthEr  

A/N: So it’s pretty short but it’s short and sweet

(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for got7 ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)


Originally posted by tanjhent

 You went over to GOT7′s place for the night to have a movie marathon. This was becoming a weekly occurrence for you and the guys. The last movie was only halfway finished when the last of the boys wandered off to their beds, leaving you and BamBam abandoned in the dimly-lit sitting area.

 Curiosity getting the best of you, you check your phone for the time. “Wow, it’s getting really late.” You mutter to yourself. BamBam looks over to you when he hears your soft voice and asks you to repeat what you just said.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked innocently. 

“No, no.” You blurt. “I wanna stay with you and finish this movie.”

BamBam smiled widely while he tried hard not to blush.He wasn’t sure if you meant that you wanted to stay for him or for the movie but either way, he was happy. 

“Let me grab a blanket for you, incase you doze off.” He spoke as he ran off to his room. He returned quickly with your favorite blanket of his. You gasped when you noticed what blanket it was, making him chuckle.

“BamBam-ah!! You’re my favorite!” You squealed, snuggling into the soft material as the smell of his cologne fill your nose. Sometimes you thought that’s why you liked this blanket so much, not because it was cozy but because it smelled like BamBam.

 After he sat down, he watched you while smiling to himself. “You really like that, don’t you?” He laughed.

“Very much.” You grin, laying your head on his shoulder instinctively. Your actions made him tense up a bit and get flustered for a moment. He wasn’t sure how to react to the sudden affection. As much as he wanted to hold you in his arms, he felt as if it’d be awkward. 

 While the movie went on, you could feel your eyelids becoming heavy. You tried desperately to stay awake but when you looked up to BamBam and noticed his eye’s were closed, you gave up on trying, finally letting your eyes go closed until the would open the next morning.

You shifted a bit in your place but soon stopped when you felt someone under you? Through the night, you two must have moved around and ended up in this position. Bam was under you, holding onto your waist while you rested on his chest. 

Your actions ended up waking BamBam. He looked at you confused.

“Um? Wha~”

“I don’t know. I woke up to this.” You utter, sitting up from him.

He laughed a little and sat up himself, rubbing his eyes gently. You curl up beside him and let out a yawn, making him laugh even more.

“You’re so cute when you’re tired.” He breathed out, looking towards you.

You covered your face a little due to the sudden heat the rushed to your cheeks. He leaned back and smiled to himself.

“What?” You asked when you noticed his expression.

“Nothing.” He shrugged it off but you persisted on knowing.

“It’s just,” He began, taking a deep breath, “I’ve only imagined waking up like that. With you cuddled into me with your hair a slight mess and your cute morning voice.” He sighed, looking down. “The only difference is, when I imagined this happening, you weren’t my friend.”

You looked at him while your stomach twisted into knots. “W- what was I?” You murmured.

He looked over to you, seeing you play with the end of your shirt, as it was a nervous habit of yours. He took you hand and smiled. “You were my girlfriend in my dreams but you’re not right now so it’s completely perfect.” He admitted.

“Do you want me to be?” You ask innocently, making his gaze travel to your eyes. You two were already shoulder-to-shoulder but BamBam continued to lean into you. You weren’t sure who moved first, you or him, but suddenly your lips connected. Moving perfectly in sync, you cupped his face to deepen the passionate moment.

You both break apart to take deep breaths. You look at him with a smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You sate, making BamBam kiss you again to shut you up.


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My heart craves something which physical intimacy cannot reach. I desire a deep mental connection & understanding. Nothing hurts more than knowing you’re not worth the truth. Nothing hurts more than knowing you give your all to a person you absolutely & entirely love for half back. It feels as though I’m the only person who actually wants something unbreakable, it feels as though in this relationship I’m the only one who wants truth & mental intimacy. Am I the only person who actually wants to know every single last story about the person I love’s life? Am I the only person who believes in wanting to help & uplift the person I loves life? Right now it feels as though I’m the only person who craves this spiritual & mental connection to such a deep level that my partner understands my wavelength. I want to love somebody with no stops. Why am I in a relationship which makes me feel as though I’m a prisoner to the happiness of my partner? Is this a sign? I have so many unanswered questions and thoughts. Maybe I deserve more than a half hearted attempts of somebody loving me, I deserve the truth and the stories of your past and the trust of you, but I am so in love with this person that I do not want to admit it. I will not speak up though. I will carry on loving you till it remains unbearable.
—  you are slowly killing me.
And Now This is Happening

by: mldrgrl
Rated: R (language)
Summary: The Hanella misdiagnosis (or misdiagnosis adjacent) fic that was highly requested for some reason is finally here.

“Mmm,” Hank murmured, stepping up behind Stella in the kitchen and pressing his face into her neck.  “You smell delicious.”

“That isn’t me,” she said, wiggling her shoulders as he tickled her neck with his breath.  “It’s the leftover pad Thai.”

Hank licked the side of her neck where the tendon crept up from her shoulder and she chuckled in spite of herself and shifted her shoulders again.  She stopped spooning leftovers from a paper container onto a plate for a moment to push him away.

“Definitely you,” he argued.  “Like apricot.  New body wash?”

“Yes.  Did you want me to heat any of this up for you?”

“I like it, and yes, please.  Fasting is cruel and unusual.”

“How come you’re home so late?”  She licked pad Thai sauce from her fingers and moved to the microwave.  “How did it go?”

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Tape 4, Side A - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Requests Open!

Requested

Warning: Explicit language

Can you be both popular and lonely? Perhaps Zach can explain that to you. For while he may be part of the crew, like for Alex, there are certain sides to his person he can’t reveal to his “friends.” So that was part of the reason he approached Hannah. She knew what it was like to be alone and he wanted to be friends with her, maybe even date her, but she publicly rejected him.

I was the reason for her rejection because she was only being a friend to me but deep down inside I wish she would’ve accepted because then she would still be alive today.

See it is not exactly easy to see someone with the person you are in love with but that’s life isn’t it? You get to experience horrible moments but never like this one, Hannah and I weren’t exactly that close but somehow I wish we were, I wish I could’ve been the friend she needed.

“You’re going to tell me this one’s no big deal but let me tell you about being lonely. Humans are a social species,We rely on connections to survive Even the most basic social interactions help keep us alive. Statistics prove the subjective feeling of loneliness can increase the likelihood of premature death by 26%.
 If it sounds like I’m quoting from a school textbook I am.
 Too bad nobody bothered to read it.
 And let me tell you
 there’s all kinds of ways to feel lonely.

I’m not talking the garden variety lonely in a crowd lonely.
 That’s everyone, every day.And it’s not that “when will I find love” kind of lonely.
 Or that “the popular kids are mean to me” kind of lonely.The popular kids are always mean.That’s how they get popular. I know. Ironic.Old news.”

I walked through those double doors of what felt like hell and was surrounded by everyone I knew but didn’t really know, they felt familiar at the same time they felt like complete strangers to me- I saw the look in his eyes and it is now clear I see shadows of loneliness lurking behind those beautiful brown eyes, it became clear to me that Hannah was right, those tapes spoke the truth and it now that I walk out of my oblivious world.

I walked straight to the empty classrooms as my mind drifted off to what I had heard from that specific tape.

You were so sweet.
 Just like Kat said, once upon a time.
 So sweet.
 Well, welcome to your tape, Zach
. She deserved better than that, Y/N deserved better than that and it is the reason I rejected you but you didn’t seem to focus on that reason, did you? you went beyond that and decided to build your anger based on only the rejection that you caused my loneliness to spread and drove me closer to doing what I did.

Y/N if you are hearing this as well- I know your name shouldn’t be mentioned on here but I had to tell my truth because you also deserved better, you deserved an explanation. I know you probably heard so many things based on that event but you stayed true to me and that’s what I needed and you helped me live other days with your genuine kindness, for that I thank you. Thank you for having a quality that others lacked, thank you for spreading your kindness through it all and I am sorry if you are hurt by my truth but it had to be said.”

My train of thoughts ended as the classroom began to fill up by other students and I wiped the tears off my cheek and shifted my attention towards our educator, I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on me and it felt intense and so I searched and instantly I met those lonely eyes once more. He was staring at me and not once did he break eye contact well that was until Justin nudged his side and he laughed pretending everything was okay.

The hours dragged by until class was dismissed and I couldn’t wait to head out, I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed towards the exit when I felt a pair of hands grasp my arm and pulling to them, it was Zach and he had this emotionless expression painted over his feature.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day, why is that?” his deep voice echoed to my ears and my heart skipped a beat.

“I heard my name on the tape, your tape. She was looking out for me because I loved you and you drove her closer to her death.” I knew I couldn’t hold in the emotions so I let the tears fall.

“It was never my intention for any of this to happen but we dated after I attempted to ask her out, that is why- I knew you liked me right after I asked her and she rejected me and I know my reaction wasn’t the best but I didn’t know what to do.” those lonely eyes began to fill up with tears as his lips parted to speak once more.


“I love you Y/N, more than I thought I could ever love someone and Hannah was right, you are the nicest and I don’t deserve you but I have you right now. Help me to do what is right.” he sobbed and I couldn’t just sit here and look at him be miserable and so I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled his body closer to mine as I engulfed him in a loving rapture.

“Someone should know about what happened, tell your story and how it happened- tell the truth and you will be free from painful consequences later on” I was met with his glistening eyes and I saw they weren’t lonely anymore.

Zach’s POV

Y/N had been dodging me all day, my messages, my phone calls and my presence and I needed to know what was happening with her- I care about her.

After class ended I decided to reach out to her and find out what has been going but when I found out the truth, it actually broke me but it also broke my loneliness and I felt loved and cared for,for once.

Shortly after relieving myself of this destruction, I had met up with Courtney, Alex, Ryan and Marcus but Tyler kept trying to join in while others spoke about whether we should say something about.

“Hannah is a liar” Courtney spat

“Was” Ryan corrected.

Everyone’s face sunk low at the thought of her being used in the past-tense as if she was never a person- which is why I agreed to tell the truth, my truth.

“I think we should say something about this, it has become a burden on my shoulders and a secret disgrace to my family that I cannot bare anymore at this point. I have things to focus on in my life and this stops me from doing them- I believe if we come clean about it now then the consequences would be less harsh as it was before.”

“I agree, I want to tell the truth as well and besides Bryce is the rapist here so he should be the one to actually be severly punished” Ryan spoke behind me and actually supported my suggestion. I couldn’t care less of what they would say because I had made my mind clear of what is right and what I choose to do.

“I cant fucking believe you guys” Courtney was annoyed

“Honestly, Fuck you Courtney” Ryan slammed his hand onto the table and dramatically stomped off while I did the same.

I went to find my girl once more to enjoy her while she still cares and to enjoy not feeling lonely for once because Hannah was right- Y/N does deserve better.

Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 5.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

A/N: So I’M BACK! Wow, I was a little rusty haha but hopefully, you’ll enjoy this new update ^_^ thank you again for waiting so patiently! Enjoy! 

Originally posted by cyyphr

Originally posted by jinmini

         You sighed as you thoroughly read through the encrypted notes that Jimin had given you about the previous deaths and the two suspects you had asked for. Nothing seemed to be adding up despite having more information. None of their backgrounds had consistent similarities. There was a missing piece and you were frustrated that you couldn’t pinpoint it.

           You stared at the sheet, willing a clue to emerge. Everything was intriguing. All of their deaths, and all of their stories. Namjoon had so wonderfully organized it for you, but still, even combined with your own observations, no definitive patterns jumped out that could give you an advantage against the killer.

           The deaths were as follows:

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Sansa and her deepest desire: to be loved.

What i find so humam  about Sansa (and the reason why i can relate to her so much) , is that her deepest desire, is not having power or even becoming queen. No (for me)  Sansa has one dream: being loved by someone.  

Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?“

"Everyone wants to be loved.”

Of course this desire makes Sansa do foolish things. I mean thats the reason she betrays Ned. 

Her betrothed. Just thinking it made her feel a strange fluttering inside, even though they were not to marry for years and years. Sansa did not really know Joffrey yet, but she was already in love with him. He was all she ever dreamt her prince should be, tall and handsome and strong.

I shouldn’t be afraid, she told herself. I have nothing to be afraid of, it will all come out well, Joff loves me and the queen does too, she said so.

His smile emboldened her, made her feel beautiful and strong. He does love me, he does. Sansa lifted her head and walked toward him, not too slow and not too fast. She must not let them see how nervous she was.

Joffrey pushed himself to his feet. Please, Sansa thought, please, please, be the king I know you are, good and kind and noble, please. “Do you have any more to say?” he asked her.“Only … that as you love me, you do me this kindness, my prince,” Sansa said 

“Sweet Sansa,” Queen Cersei said, laying a soft hand on her wrist. “Such a beautiful child. I do hope you know how much Joffrey and I love you.”

“You do?” Sansa said, breathless. Littlefinger was forgotten. Her prince loved her. Nothing else mattered.

But even after Joffrey, Sansa still has this desire, to make someone love her, to feel loved. Even with Willas (who she has never met…) 

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me.

She wanted to look beautiful for Willas Tyrell. Even if Dontos was right, and it is Winterfell he wants and not me, he still may come to love me for myself. 

“I am, aren’t I?” Sansa giggled, and spun, her skirts swirling around her. “Oh, I am.” She could not wait for Willas to see her like this. He will love me, he will, he must … he will forget Winterfell when he sees me, I’ll see that he does.

After Willas though she seems to undestand that marrying for love is going to be possible, because she has a connection to Winterfell. 

The thought made Sansa weary. All she knew of Robert Arryn was that he was a little boy, and sickly. It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love.

Still in the winds of winter Sansa still has this little hope, that someone in time,  will love her. 

“Your lordship should not believe such nonsense,” Alayne said. “I’m sure Ser Harrold loves you well.” And if the gods are good, he will love me too. Her tummy gave a little flutter.

This time her eyes met Harry’s. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn’t need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now. 

While it may look like Sansa may make the same mistakes with Henry that she did with Joffrey. She wont because she has learned that what glitters is not always gold. And sometimes being comely is not equal to being a good person. 

My Harry. My lord, my lover, my betrothed.

Ser Harrold Hardyng looked every inch a lord-in-waiting; clean-limbed and handsome, straight as a lance, hard with muscle. Men old enough to have known Jon Arryn in his youth said Ser Harrold had his look, she knew. He had a mop of sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an aquiline nose. Joffrey was comely too, though, she reminded herself. A comely monster, that’s what he was. Little Lord Tyrion was kinder, twisted though he was. 

Its also interesting to notice how Sansa feels that she has to be better to be loved  (braver or smarter…or even like things she doesnt: like riding)  

“You mean the Hound,” she said. She wanted to hit herself for being so slow. Her prince would never love her if she seemed stupid. “Is it safe to leave him behind?" 

Say something, she urged herself. You will never make Ser Harry love you if you don’t have the courage to talk him. Should she tell him what a good dancer he was? No, he’s probably heard that a dozen times tonight. Besides, Petyr said that I should not seem eager. 

What i find really tragic (and ironic)  is that the only other person who has the same deep desire to be loved for who they are is her “husband” Tyrion. But Sansa cant see it. Not because of his  looks, but because he is a lannister, so she cant trust him.

He speaks more gently than Joffrey, she thought, but the queen spoke to me gently too. He’s still a Lannister, her brother and Joff’s uncle, and no friend. Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

What i hope for Sansa story in the future is that she starts to put herself first, and finds that kind of love in herself, her family  and her roots. 

it comes and goes in waves | jungkook | pt. 1

words: 5148

genre: angst, fluff, soulmate au

pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

summary: since she was little, all of her friends were talking and waiting for their mark of a soulmate to appear on their skin. they all believed in perfect love stories, perfect families, perfect beginnings and perfect moasos. in some cases, that was really what having a soulmate brought and meant. all those perfect things happening to them in a perfect way. but the ugly and unwanted truth was that people were just people and some of them wanted more from life than the stable, pre-prepared life. because people would always stay animals, all soft skinned and full of insatiable lust.

warnings: language [not much, but still], very indirect mentions of abuse

A/N: Jungkook soulmates au, with a side of Taehyung and Jimin; feedback very much appreciated [and needed]. do not repost to sites other than Tumblr, please.

pt. 1 | pt.2 | pt. 3[coming soon]


moaso - mark of a soulmate, goes through three phases [surfacing - shows up on ones eighteenth birthday as a quote of first words one will hear from their soulmate after they’re both of age; shifting - starts changing its appearance after the first words are said out loud; blooming - settles into its final form, usually of a symbol of great meaning for both of the soulmates]

a blank - a person without a true soulmate, usually possessing a certain set of personality traits that make them suitable to take up the most demanding or dangerous lines of work or lifestyles

inspired by waves by dean lewis

Originally posted by the-rap-man

through the wind, down to the place we used to lay when we were kids. memories of a stolen place, caught in the silence, an echo lost in space.

and freedom, and falling. the feeling I thought was set in stone, it slips through my fingers, trying hard to let go. it comes and goes in waves and carries us away.

dean lewis - waves

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Not That Guy

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they get each other’s names tattooed on each other. The reader doesn’t work for the BAU. It’s basically the teams reactions to Spencer having a tattoo. :D @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

                                                              —-

“Reid?” Morgan asked, gesturing to the small word on his arm. “Is that a tattoo?”

The second the words left his mouth, all heads turned toward him in astonishment, mouths agape. “Reid?” Hotch asked “Really? A tattoo?”

Spencer took a deep breath, holding out his arm for everyone to see. “Small word. See? It’s Y/N’s name. That’s it.”

“That’s it?!” Garcia exclaimed, walking into the room just as Spencer mentioned the tattoo. “You got your girlfriend’s name tattooed on your arm and you, Spencer Reid, got a tattoo? That’s not nothing. Spill.”

“Spill what?” he laughed.

JJ took a sip of her coffee as she eyed Spencer, as if she was just learning there was a whole other side of her best friend she didn’t know. “When did you get it?”

“Four months ago,” he said, crossing his arms. He was desperate to get to a case so the focus could be off him. “Anything else?”

“What made you decide to get one?” Rossi asked. He sat back in his chair, almost proud. 

There was no way he was getting out of talking about this, so he might as well just get it over with. He leaned his elbows on the desk. “Is it not common for people to tattoos for the one’s they love?” he asked.

“Well, sure,” Morgan said, “But you’re not the kind of guy who goes and gets tattoos.”

Spencer always found it amusing when people made these assumptions about him. It wasn’t as if he was going to go out and get a sleeve or anything like that, but he wanted to immortalize the people important to him. “Really? Then how come I have two?” he laughed.

“Two?” Emily asked with a smile. “Dr. Reid, there is so much we don’t know. What’s the other one?”

Lifting up his other sleeve, he showed them a quote, words so important to him that he refused to forget. He loved Y/N with all his heart, but she wasn’t his first love. “Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another,” JJ said. “That’s beautiful. Is that for Y/N too?”

“No, but she was the one who convinced me to get it a couple of years ago.” He looked down at his arm, thankful that Y/N wasn’t the kind of person to get jealous over something like this. “It’s a quote by Thomas Merton.” The moment he said that, the mood turned solemn for a moment. They had all been there, minus Garcia, when Maeve had died in front of him; they knew that that name was a connection between them both. “I was thinking about getting it. A final way to move on, but I was feeling guilty because she’s gone and I love Y/N. When Y/N asked why I was acting so weird, I told her and she said I should get it.”

A few moments of silence passed, and then Morgan thankfully broke it. He didn’t want to dwell on Maeve in a bad way at this point in his life; he’d moved passed it. “But, you! Pretty Boy! Has two tattoos! You hate pain?”

“I actually didn’t find them all that painful. Uncomfortable, but not painful,” he replied. “Would you be surprised if anyone else had them? Why is it just me?”

Morgan honestly wouldn’t be surprised if any of them had tattoos - other than Reid. “I don’t know! But I’m fascinated. Isn’t that like a death nell for a relationship? The name tattoo?”

Spencer scoffed. “Only if your relationship has issues to begin with. Y/N and I are completely happy. Why would it be a death nell? Maybe your thinking comes from personal experience?” He smirked in Morgan’s direction. 

“No way, man. I’ve never gotten a relationship tattoo. Only the memorial for my dad.” Somehow the conversation turned to how many tattoos everyone had. JJ had none, but was considering getting a family tattoo of some kind. Hotch had one, but he refused to say what it was. Rossi had a few, most of them cover-ups for the names of his former wives. Garcia had a couple, some of which were visible. And Emily had told them to guess. 

“Five,” Morgan said rather confidently. Everyone else made a guess, but no one was right - except Spencer.

“Seven.”

“You seem pretty confident about that,” Emily said. “Yes, but how are you so confident. And don’t you dare say profiling, because there’s no way you could profile the amount of tattoos on me. Where are my tattoos?”

Listing off on his fingers, he named each area until he got to the end. “And although I don’t know what it is, I do know that you have a tattoo on your upper thigh. On the backside. Dangerously close to your ass.”

“How do you know that?!” She was almost furious. She clearly didn’t remember that night nearly a decade earlier.

Spencer laughed. “Don’t you remember that night about ten years ago? You dragged me out to a bar, even though I had no desire to go and you, you and you,” he said, pointing to Emily, JJ and Garcia, “got so drunk I had to drive you all home.”

JJ remembered. As did Garcia. “Emily was the drunkest of us all,” JJ laughed. “That still doesn’t tell us how you know Emily has a tattoo on her ass.”

Emily hadn’t taken her eyes off Spencer. She was still stunned he knew. “I walked you upstairs,” he started. “Because I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to get into your apartment. And I was right. I grabbed your keys from you and opened the door and the second you walked in, you started stripping. The only reason you didn’t end up completely naked was because I stopped you, got you to lay down and pulled the covers over you, but the shirt and pants were off, which is how I know you had a tattoo near your ass. You’re my friend, so I was desperately trying to keep my eyes off your ass, which is why I don’t know what it’s of.”

“You saw my ass!” she cried. “I think it’s only fair I get to see your ass Dr. Reid.”

“Never gonna happen.”

“If you ever get a tattoo on your ass, I get first dibs on seeing it.”

“I don’t wanna see that!” Morgan exclaimed. 

Spencer screamed out amongst the laughter. “It’s never gonna happen so don’t worry about it!”

Rogue One: Catalyst: Thoughts

- link to my other Rogue One blabberings -

Finally finished reading Rogue One: Catalyst by James Luceno, or as it’s also known by:

  • Lyra Erso: Badass;
  • Lyra Erso: They Could Have Easily Created Parallels Between You and Chirrut+Baze in the Film Instead of Ignoring Your Existence;
  • Lyra/Galen OTP Fever: How to Write a Strong, Balanced Couple While Still Giving Them Relationship Hurdles;
  • “I’m Thirsty for You and Your D, Galen,” Screams Krennic Into the Rain
    • with foreword by Galen Erso, “Who Is This? And What Does He Mean By My D?”
    • and annotated by Lyra Erso, *The dickbag is talking about the Death Star, honey.
  • Tarkin/Krennic: Hux/Kylo Ren Got Nothing On This Hate Couple
  • and finally: Jyn Erso Is A Normal Human Child: how this makes her future character arc 1000x more painful

NB: Have only seen the RO film and have now read this book. This is going to be long and about 90% quotes related to characterization.

General Impression:

  • Writing was okay. Not great, but not bad. (This is especially apparent since I’ve just started reading the RO novelization, and the difference in quality is pretty startling.) Nice quick read.
  • Lyra is fantastic.
  • Galen is pretty interesting.
  • Jyn is adorable and normal, and it breaks my heart.
  • Krennic is… wow, I just want to laugh because he’s so absurd but also a Terrible Human Being.
  • Tarkin is fascinating (see waaaay below for details).

Lyra Erso

  • No one holds this bitch down.
    • “She had no recourse. She wasn’t built to hold things in; to be complacent or compliant.”
    • “Some of Orson’s remarks had made her wonder whether she and Galen were under surveillance, or even whether her personal comlink might be bugged. But she didn’t care either way. Orson may have drawn the line in the sand, but she would be the one to step over it.”

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“The tattoo of the two arrows with a feather”

SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title: “The tattoo of the two arrows with a feather”

Pairing: Clint Barton x Fem!Reader

 Requested by: No one, I’m always trash for writing Clint stuff. BUT someone a long time ago asked me: Anonymous: Out of curiosity are you planning on making a part of the soul mate au for Clint? If not that’s cool. Thanks”

 Prompts: #10 “Soulmates aren’t real” (mine) AND Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate AND Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts. Both of the soulmate prompts are from that amazing blog that I’ve linked you to.

Word count: 2373

Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, mentions of coffee, mentions of Clint fucking Barton. (? JK just language

A/N: Oh well, I tried my best. And I kinda liiiiiiiiiiked it! Lemme know what you think dears

|| Bucky’s Part || Pietro’s Part || Steve’s Part|| MASTERLIST 

|| I don’t own Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

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“A coffee shop? Are you bloody sure?” Her brother spoke from the other side of the phone, and the planet. “Do you realize that you could be working for something like… I don’t know S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

She laughed and picked her bags from the backseat of the car, saying thanks to the taxi driver and looking around.

“Yeah, I know that. But I also know that I just want to keep my life normal.”

Normal? Oh darling we both know that that is not gonna happen, you’re a trained field agent. Besides I know the real reason why you’re in New York.”

She froze and something her mind went lost. Of course her brother knew the other reason why she was in New York.

“You know nothing Jon” She laughed

“Don’t you dare quoting me Game Of Thrones lady!! But let’s face it. You are chasing the white rabbit.”

“You’re being an idiot Jon. I’m outside of what’s going to be my apartment so I’ll talk to you later.”

Send me photos! Love you and please, be careful Y/N” His voice was soft.

“Sure thing. Love ya.” She pressed the red button to end the call and let out a sigh.

New York City, indeed it was a hell of a city.

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Chicago, he could be living in Chicago. In a little apartment with a dog and a nice view, but no. For the moment, he had to live here, in the hellish New York City in the Avengers Facility. Just for the moment, he repeated himself.  

Clint looked in the mirror as he grabbed a purple t-shirt from the desk, he looked tired, almost way too tired. Last night he had that feeling again, that someone was wondering in his mind, daring to speak or not. He knew it was her.

“But you’re too shy apparently” He said to himself, but he did talked to the voice in his head that rarely appear.

When he was young it was there all the time, but then something weird happened and the voice became quiet. He was afraid that he had said something that turned off the communication. But again, no one knew how that really worked.

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Hozier is Edgar Allan Poe

I know it sounds a little crazy on the surface, but really think about it for a minute and you’ll see how exactly 100% correct I am.

First, consider the following themes and motifs: magic, nature, grief, sin, love, death, death, death, the subversion of everything you thought you knew. Consider the tenuous thread connecting love and joy. Consider the stronger thread connecting love and sadness. 

Consider how both Hozier and Poe understand your innermost feelings in exactly the right way. Consider being twelve years old and reading “Annabel Lee” and crying, and being nineteen years old and listening to “Work Song” and crying, and feeling a strange familiarity. 

Consider also the following quotes (italicized is Hozier, bolded is Poe, not that it matters, because they’re the same): 

  • the way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine 
  • all I loved, I loved alone
  • honey don’t feed it; it will come back
  • deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dream no mortal ever dared to dream before
  • offer me that deathless death; good God, let me give you my life
  • sleep, those little slices of death
  • only blue or black days
  • years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute
  • there’s something wretched about this, something so precious about this; oh, what a sin
  • invisible things are the only realities
  • I had a thought, dear, however scary, about that night, the bugs and the dirt / why were you digging, what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?
  • deep in earth my love is lying, and I must weep alone
  • when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth / no grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her
  • neither the angels in heaven above nor the demons down under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee
  • the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
  • this is a world of sweets and sours

I could go on, but I think I’ve made my case. Hozier is Edgar Allan Poe - reincarnated? Immortal with some cosmetic alterations? Possessed by his ghost? We may never know. All we know for certain is that Poezier’s dark influence is too powerful and I hope there’s not more than two of him.

On Kairi’s Characterization and “The Fairy Gay Mother”

You know, I get a lot of comments on how my Kairi is so different from a lot of other kingdom hearts, (especially soriku and other m/m ships) fics. I haven’t seen a whole lot of Kairi portrayal outside being at her worst, a ms. mary-sue gets-in-the-way-a-lot, and at her best, a sweetie mom friend who is “highly perceptive,” knew Sora and Riku were in love long before they knew it, and is usually a confidant to one of the boys and gives excellent advice. With nothing at all going on in her life outside of that.

I want to explain why I write Kairi so differently, and why others should too. The majority of her characterization is built off fannon characterizations from a fandom that’s been around a long ass time, starting in the dark age of the internet back when the majority of m/m shipping was bad yaoi tropes and full of only annoying idiot or perfect nice princess females. She’s like a game of telephone, being based off someone’s interpretation of the source material, then someone’s interpretation of that interpretation, and so on and so forth until we forgot what the source material even is.

And as a note, this can be applied to MANY fandoms and their ladies and different third wheels to m/m ships, but I’m mostly focusing on Kairi and her role in Soriku fanfiction, because I’ve been reading soriku fanfiction since I was about 10 and cringing at her portrayal for 8 years now. But, my end game in here can be used for all fandoms, and I encourage people to think about this in terms of that. 

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Because loving you, makes me feel alive. Because you are the one who saw me when I was invisible. Because you where the only one who talked to me that first day. You loved me from that first day. And I wasn’t able to see it. I know I didn’t love you back then but I ’ve always felt this deep connection and love for you. At first I was looking to you as a friend. And the truth is, that if I could choose anyone to be my best friend, I would choose you. Because you made me smile. You made me believe in myself again. You were trying to catch my attention. You were funny. And smart. And cute. And weird. And sensitive. I had never met anyone like you before. You were so different, you made me break my rules day by day. I was strict with myself and then, I was watching me change. I started to laugh. I started to feel. I cared so much about you and I didn’t know why. I wanted to help you to believe in yourself and don’t be afraid to show who you are. But instead, I guess, it was you who taught me all these things. You were the one who helped me be happier. And do things I could ever thought I would. I was a caterpillar in cocoon and you helped me turn into butterfly. I was born again. I saw beauty everywhere. Remember that day? When that cat scared you? I am happy she did because this cat is our secret connection. I love cats and I told you. And I know that that time in biology class, when you mentioned something about cats, it was for me. Because you can feel this connection, too. And now, everytime I look at my cats, or see other cats, they remind me of you. They will always remind me of you. I hope you can feel it, too. I think I love you more and more everyday. Although I don’t see you and we don’t talk and we have about eighty five days until we both meet again, I love you more. I can feel you soul beside mine. And it feels so good. Dreaming that I will hear your heartbeat one day, while you hug me tight. Like that day? Remember? When I was so afraid because you had a girlfriend and I was in love with someone else but I knew, deep inside, that you loved me. And I was afraid. Because you were hugging me so tight that I couldn’t move. And I didn’t want to, because you could think I didn’t want you to hug me. And I was afraid to hug you, too. But I wanted you. I really wanted you. Because even though I wasn’t in love with you, I always loved you and I wanted you as a friend. And I needed your hug more than anything. Because it was the first time someone hugged me. Someone who cared. Because I knew you did. I knew you loved me. And I know this isn’t right to tell or think or need this love when I couldn’t love you back, but I wanted someone to care. And you did. Although you ’ve always been too afraid and shy to admit it. And I am sorry if I hurt you. If I made you feel that I loved you too, back then. But it wasn’t until I almost die from depression and bad toughts and a love disappointment that I realised that you are the sun behind the clouds. That loves me, no matter what. That has this bright face and smile when he looks at me. And this sparkle in the eyes. And that I loved you, too. Very, very much. In a way that scared me at first. I was trying to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and out of nowhere, just like that, you appeared in my life. Again. You were the most unexpected person, the most unexpected time. And that’s why I was afraid. Because I wasn’t ready to understand this love. It was a weird feeling for me because it didn’t look like the others. I didn’t love you passionately, but deeply, truly, in a calm but also crazy way. And I was afraid. That’s why I did so many mistakes. Basically, we both did. But maybe it’s better this way. Because we weren’t ready for that and if we had something, we would destroyed it. We almost did. But I have faith. I know we ’re not over yet. Because I love you. Very, very much. And I will wait. I will wait until you are ready. Until we both are ready. Until the timing is right. Because, by the way I see it, my love for you grows day by day. As someone once said “Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.” That’s how I know it’s true love. Because it’s you, it’s always you. It’s gonna be a long summer. 85 days to see you again. But in 85 days I will love you more than I love you now. So I hope you are okay.
Bye for now,
The girl who looked at you as a friend, until she realised that she loved you
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moonstone-girl

To the one I love, 85 days left