i just want the starks to be happy :(

When Arya and Gendry reunite i hope it is beautiful and emotional and happy and sad all at once because fuck they deserve it. They haven’t seen eachother since s3 and they 1. left on a pretty bad note which was heartbreaking and 2. Arya probably thinks the red woman killed Gendry and Gendry probably knows now about Arya being kidnapped by the Hound. 

Firstly, I hope she sees him and Jon separately first because we deserve two separate reunions for each of them. And secondly, I legit pray that the genius sound people combine the Stark and Baratheon themes when they finally see each other bc that would be fuckin great.

I hope Gendry sees Arya first (before she sees him) and i really want her to be fighting someone with Needle or just generally being a badass bc he last saw her as a young girl pretending to be a boy and now she’s what, 16 or 17?? I want him to be in shock at this tiny girl he last saw is now, still pretty small, but a woman and a badass one at that.

When Arya sees Gendry i want her to freeze and be in total shock bc this dude who was probably her closest friend in life who she thinks she would never see again is standing right in front of her. But instead of an immediate hug and all that, i really want her just to fucking sock him right on the jaw lol. He was going to leave her to join the Brotherhood back in s3 and she was pretty pissed off/upset about that. But after she has punched him and his initial shock i want them to just stare at each other both with tears in their eyes with their themes in the backroud and have a Jon and Sansa style hug. Arya is still a lot smaller than Gendry so my fuckin shipper heart wants him to lift her off the ground with her arms tightly around his neck and then whisper something like “m’lady”

ok l i s t en mcu has lowkey been setting up dad!tony since iron man 3 and spiderman: homecoming is the most highkey-lowkey set up ever

can we give tony stark a kid of his own already

eye of newt

Steve Rogers’ clearest memory of his Babushka was at four years old.

He remembers his Mam holding his hand as they walked through Central Park, taking a certain path, a right here, a left there, going round this statue

(It was the one of the famous sled dog, only it was a little Early and most people would not see it yet, but his Mam did and so did Steve)

and then another left and seventy times seven more steps.

Steve always counted.  That’s how he learned to count so high. 

And on the final step, he and Mam would find Babushka’s hut, already scratching its chicken legs on the ground.  There too, under the shelter of an oak tree, lay her mortar and her pestle. 

(If he was good, Babushka would let him ride it.)

Babushka would welcome them with glad cries, haul little Steve close for hugs and kisses

(Babushka always smelled of mint and flowers and safe places)

and feed him up with her good borscht.

The good borscht had helped Steve recover from many an illness, filled as it was with what Babushka called, “good, healthful things.”

On his twelfth birthday, Babushka looked at her cards and cast the bones.

(They were the bones of a dragon, a phoenix and the First Cat to swear its life and service to Babushka, faithful creature to the very end.)

She told him that he would be loved by a woman who came from the land once ruled by a King who had drawn a sword from a stone when nobody else could.  Her love and her strength would always steer him in the right direction. 

(Peggy had always helped Steve when he felt the most lost.  That was why her picture would always remain in his compass.)

She told him that he was loved by a son of the Dragon, a love that was faithful and true and would last even beyond the end of the line.

(Hidden away from prying eyes, Steve will haul Bucky close by the lapels of his fine jacket, kiss him stupid when Bucky repeats his promise.  Till the end of the line.  And even as Bucky nibbles gently at him with his sharp white teeth, Steve will make his own marks - wine red blossoms on Bucky’s pale skin.) 

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If After Arya and Sansa reunite I want a scene paralleling this one but instead having Arya throw a snowball to Sansa and she running after her and laughing and smiling and being beautiful together because they missed each other a lot

If D&D waste this amazing opportunity… I swear to God (╥_╥)

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May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young

(I was inspired by this beautiful video)

these creeps cry ‘fantasy is an escape dont make it political!’ but then women are objects constantly under the threat of rape or violence and the second a woman character gains any power or agency shes brutally punished by the show writers so where the fuck am i supposed to be escaping to lmao…same wrt to the violent homophobia like did you really need to add that? and the sexualisation of lesbians and the racism wrt emilia clarkes whole storyline like all this ugliness


She had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear

Headcanon/AU: Sansa’s personal and political role in the future of the story (based on sansalayned‘s amazing thoughts and headcanons)

Happy Birthday to my wonderful friend, María! ♥

Now I want them to take back Winterfell.
I want all of their bannermen to be in the big hall.
I want everybody to expect Jon to sit on the throne and become King in the North.
Then, I want him to look to Sansa and Rickon. I want him to put his crown on Sansa’s head (even if it is not that pretty and very big).
And I want him to say “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa and my brother Rickon”.
Then, he will kneel and the rest of the lords will follow.