i like how it says gave his life

Teddy Remus Lupin

Teddy’s birth as seen by Lily, James and a very jealous Sirius


Sirius: I don’t like babies.

Lily: You almost died of happiness when you first held Harry. You even cried.

Sirius: *hissing* I did no such thing because I don’t like babies.

James: *grinning* Maybe it’s just this one baby Pads.

Sirius: Shut it, Prongs.

Lily: Another war baby, I hope his fate will be different.

James: It will be because this time the war will end, Lils.

Sirius: Tell me when it’s over.

James: You had begged to be there when Evans gave birth?

Sirius: I was young and stupid.

Lily: Aren’t you being a little bit too dramatic? You should be happy. It’s Remus for heaven’s sake.

Sirius: *sarcastically* I’m so happy that the love of my life is having a baby from my cousin’s daughter.

Lily: When you say it like that..

Sirius: *impatiently* Well, that’s how it is.

James: *excited* He is here and he looks like a handsome potato.

Lily: Oh this is weird.

Sirius: What is weird?

James: Let’s just say all those cousin marriages took it’s toll on your gene pool Pads.

Sirius: What the fuck are you talking about?

Lily: *quietly* He looks like you.

Sirius: You have got to be fucking kidding me.

James: Um, yeah, no.

Lily: Can I ask something? How will they know if he’s a werewolf or not?

Sirius: Full moon, there’s no other way to know. *pauses, stares at the baby* He really looks like me.

James: I think there’s another way.

Sirius: No, there i–

Lily: His hair is becoming ginger?

Sirius: *relieved* IS HE A METAMORPHMAGUS?

James: Apparently.

Sirius: It’s impossible to dislike him and I’m trying really hard.

Lily: Teddy.

Sirius: What?

Lily: His name is Teddy Remus.

James: *laughing* Oh, now that’s cheating. Harry James, Teddy Remus I mean, come on Moony.

Sirius: He always thought he couldn’t ever have a child because he wasn’t entitled to it being the monster he is. I tried to tell him maybe thousand times, look at his face.

Lily: You like Teddy, don’t you?

Sirius: Of course I like him, I love him even. Look at how Moony’s face lit up, I haven’t seen his eyes glow like that in years.

James: Now, he has a reason to survive.

Lily: Did Remus just apparate from the side of his new born baby and wife?

James: He did, where is he Pads?

Sirius: He’s at the Weasley cottage where Harry’s hiding.

James: He is scaring the living shit out of them.

Lily: *smiling* Ah, I missed excited Remus.

Remus hugs Harry.

James: *longingly* Hug him for us, too, Moony.

“You’ll be godfather?” he said as he released Harry. 

Lily: *starts crying* Merlin, Remus must you make me cry? 

James: *his hands in his hair* My son is the godfather of my best friend’s boy. I never knew I wanted this until this moment.

Sirius: *sadly* He will be a better godfather than I ever was.

James: Pads. we chose you. Me and Evans. We chose you because we knew you were perfect for it and you did everything you could.

Sirius: Yeah, I got myself locked up in Azkaban.

Lily: No one is blaming you for that, not us, not Harry.

James: Harry loved you even though you had two years together, you were his Paddy and he was your fawn. I wouldn’t have even dreamed of making another person the godfather of my first child.

Lily: *staring into distance* We were going to have enough kids for each one of you to become godfathers but you, you were the obvious first choice. You are James’ brother, please stop feeling guilty about this. 

James: *trying to cheer Sirius up* Let’s enjoy this moment mate, imagine how punk rock this kid would be.

Sirius: *softly smiling as he’s staring at his hands* Very.

Lily: Come on let’s just watch Remus before the dark times start again.

Sirius: Yeah, you are right. To Teddy Lupin then.

James & Lily: To Teddy Lupin.

And now I’m gonna make you all feel bad for not trusting Shiro

And explain why new ugly hair Shiro is the Shiro we know and love.

First of all:

If this Shiro is a clone, operation “Kuron” would be fucking dumb.

Like real dumb.

And here’s why.

So like lets say they captured Shiro after the Zarkon fight and made a Shiro “clone” or whatever who’s goal is to infiltrate Voltron or something.

Atleast that’s what it seems like the goal is because this dude says 

when Shiro escapes and they shoot his ship. So like it seems like they let him escape on purpose.

Thing is…

Shiro nearly dies like 50 fucking times before he reaches Voltron (BY FUCKING MIRACLE)!!

I mean just think of ALL the coincidences that had to happen for Shiro to get to Voltron.

I dunno if he’s like the least lucky person in the universe or the most lucky, because of how he’s ALWAYS almost dying in some way and ALWAYS escapes death against all odds.

But that was one heck of an incredible journey there!

But seriously, if Keith wasn’t looking for Shiro non stop and Shiro didn’t connect to black in that very second, the Galra’s “clone” would have died. Their project “Kuron” would fucking FAIL. 

I think if that really was the Galra’s goal to make a clone that would reach Voltron they would have made it a tiiiiny bit easier for him to survive somehow.

Just a tiiny bit. 

They dun have to go THAT FAR to convince him he actually escaped and they didn’t just let him go. Just you kno, give him a bit of a push there when he’s starving in space or something (assuming they somehow keep track of him). 

They dun have to go that far also for the viewers to fool em that Shiro escaped so him being a Clone would be a surprise later. I mean they just changed his hair a bit and no one in the fandom trusts him anymore haha.

So unless that ice planet and the universe is like filled with dead Shiro clones bodies who were eaten by monsters or froze to death or died of hunger or whatever, because of all times the clones didn’t make it, and the Galra were just waiting for that one special one that finally would, then I’m guessing that maybe something else is going on.

Because there’s no way that they’d just let him go like that and trust what? FATE to bring him to Voltron unharmed SOMEHOW???

Like that’s a dumb fucking plan.

So I dunno, unless the Galra know that no matter what happens Shiro and Keith always find eachother again and again like a pair of destined lovers.

I’m gonna say…

Complete bullshit. I dun buy it.

OK, Now how long has it actually been? Like how much time passed from their battle with Zarkon till they meet with Lotor? How much time passes until Haggar even summons Lotor?

What if it’s actually been longer than you thought? 

What if it’s been like… I dunno, a year?

Thing is that when we go back to Team Voltron in season 3, they seems to think Shiro is gone, dead, like they act like they all moved on and Keith is the only one who’s still stuck there.

I doubt you get to that point after a day or two, or a week, or months even… (They love Shiro, I dun think they’d give up on looking for him after such a short time or get over his death this easily..)

It’s at a point where they all like “Ok Keith, that’s enough time to mourn, we all accepted it and you have to move on too”

I know they all look the same, and there’s not alot of indication of how much time exactly it’s been.

But it does seem like they’ve been doing what they were doing (freeing planets, Pidge looking for her brother) for AWHILE.

This would explain Shiro’s long hair. It simply been long enough for it to grow that long since he disappeared.

(btw there’s a genetic thing that makes your hair grow really fast that also makes a flock of your hair white in the front, Shiro could totally have that

Also the fact he can’t walk at first can be explained with him just not doing that for awhile.

Now when Shiro is finally free he SOMEHOW makes it to that Gas planet they were fighting Lotor at the first time.

Voltron is leaving the scene and Shiro appears and chases it here

I actually looked to see if we can see him but we don’t.

(I also didn’t realize it my first watch, and now every time I’ll see the 3rd episode I’ll be like “NoooOOOOOOOOOOOO you fools wait for hiiim!!!!”)

Shiro sees Voltron leaving him behind.

Besides the fact that he knows this is probably the end for him now, it also shows him two things:

They moved on.

And they are doing well without him.

Anyway, 7 days later, Shiro is dying, thinks of his Voltron days and connects to the Black lion in the last minute.

And Keith (who hasn’t stopped searching for him, now with black lion)

finally finds him.

Now besides the headache, I actually dun particularly see anything really strange about Shiro’s behavior when he goes back.

Watching it again I just got the feeling he just has a really hard time accepting what happened with Black.

I dun see a reason to not believe what Keith suggests there, that Zarkon teleported him to captivity using the Black lion.

Shiro seems upset about it because 

What does it tells Shiro? 

That his bond with black was still not strong enough.

Like, he had so much fighting spirit when he escaped before, and suddenly when he finally reaches Voltron he’s depressed in bed and seems like he doesn’t want to see anyone?

What happened???

Like yeah he wanted Keith to lead Voltron, but I think maybe then seeing the team actually function without him and forming Voltron and fighting the Galra, and considering how much Voltron means to him and his struggle with his PTSD and how Voltron literally been the only thing on his mind when he was dying. 

I think it’s a bit hard for him to accept what he sees when he comes back..

He sounds fake here

Because he’s not being honest. 

Deep inside it hurts him to see they did fine without him.

When Keith goes “They need you”, he lies.

He’s the only one that needs him. The team has moved on. Maybe he says it because he can’t say “I” or feels like he’s not enough, maybe he’s trying to encourage Shiro, because he understands how Shiro feels, without Shiro needing to say anything. He always did. From the very beginning.

So maybe it’s like “Hey Shiro, I know how much this means to you and you’re still a valuable part of this team

Shiro obviously doesn’t want to go back on his word and be all “Ok Keith, so give me back my lion now!”

But Keith does it for him, and I think you can see Shiro is very happy about it.

Only the lion won’t accept him anymore.

And before this you also have that scene with Lance doing math that I think connects the two

Shiro feels like Lance, he feels like he has no place on the team anymore.

But he doesn’t deal with it in the open, honest and good way Lance does. (which is the reason Black won’t accept him anymore, he’s not thinking of the team)

That’s why he butts heads with Keith over leadership in this episode, and we can see even in the season 4 trailer that it goes on.

I think his position as a paladin and leader of Voltron gave him control over his life back after what he’s been through. In a way that was how he coped with his captivity and his PTSD.

He’s obviously proud of Keith, but I think he’s also jealous and hurt. 

I dun think he’s ready to accept he’s no longer leader or a part of Voltron.

(Like he’s proud of Keith, but he still puts him down saying “You’ll get there someday”)

And I think Keith understand where it’s coming from and he doesn’t buy it.

He puts himself down and says he can’t do this because he wants Shiro to feel needed and important.

And Shiro is doing what ya’ll Shiro stans have been doing for months haha, crying about him not being the black paladin anymore and how all his work on his bond with black was meaningless now that Keith is in it.

Shiro’s bond with his lion meant the most, he was the one who had to put the most effort into it. And suddenly, it gives him up. I think Shiro feels betrayed even.

And he’s not ready to do what Lance did with his lion yet and give it up for the sake of the team (maybe some Lance and Shiro bonding in the future??)

That’s why it seems like they are heading for a leadership conflict there. That Shiro would try to make Keith feel like he’s not ready for this. Unintentionally. 

And Keith would continue to play along with it, (though being the more fitting person for the position of leader) because maybe that’s what he’s been doing all along from episode one. Trying to gently give Shiro the power and the control he lost when he was captured by the Galra, back. (Without directly confronting Shiro about his PTSD.) (would explain their odd dynamics)

Thing is Shiro is just not as good as Keith with leading Voltron. And I think he’s gonna mess up AGAIN.

It’s like we are back in square one, where Keith is the one that has the right idea in mind and no one listens and they all listen to Shiro who makes BAD decisions.

( Shiro WTF 1 Shiro WTF 2 Shiro WTF 3 Shiro WTF 4,)

This is leading to them finding their balance as leaders and co leaders.

Now Shiro’s leadership is centered around teamwork and protecting his team. 

Keith is the better decision maker (and I have a long rant about Keith coming, because I dun think people understand why Keith is the perfect person for black still.)

I’m just gonna say Keith is definitely the leader they need in they ever want to beat Lotor. 

This all seems like buildup to Shiro finally opening up about his PTSD, and him piloting blue (the team work lion) which I talked about before also. I’m guessing he and Allura will be sharing it, Because someone needs to pilot the castle once in awhile.

This is a very natural arc for Shiro, so I doubt they’ll let a clone go though it.

And back to the clone thing:

The flashbacks Shiro sees when he escapes, seem to me like his regular PTSD flashbacks. There’s something in his memories Shiro is terrified of.

Obviously the clone IS a thing, because we see two Shiro’s. And obviously the Galra has some sort of plan for it.

But the clone is the one we saw in the bed, this is Kuron:

The Shiro that they got back is the real Shiro, or atleast the same Shiro from season 1-2. (who is the Shiro that arrived on Earth, but maybe not the Shiro that went to Kerberos btw)

And the Galra didn’t let him go, they just assumed they shot him down and he died. So they could start doing whatever they had planned to do with his clone.

They just have no idea real Shiro survived and is gonna fuck up their plans.

I’m guessing the headaches are connected to that somehow.

And this part

I’m gonna have to say maybe this isn’t just connected to Keith actually physically saving Shiro all the time. 

But also to Shiro’s ongoing probably life long battle with his PTSD, Keith is always there to kinda always remind him like “Your’e still valuable, your life is valuable, don’t give up.”

Now go embrace your even uglier hair Shiro and tell him you’re sorry for not trusting him.

Ok but this scene is actually SO FUNNY because Viktor just casually proposes in front of everyone??

because as symbolic as the rings are Yuuri doesn’t ask Viktor to marry him at the stairs outside the church?? It’s obvious that he knows what he’s doing because he specifically buys a pair of WEDDING RINGS, as shown on the receipt, but he never voices his wish to marry Viktor and instead talks about the Final and how he’s grateful for Viktor’s help, all while being incredibly flustered

And Viktor is obviously SHOOK at the start of this scene, because he knows it isn’t just all about performing well in the Final 

and then he softens out and reassures Yuuri that the feeling is mutual in a language they both speak well (aka skating) and go on their merry way

WHICH MAKES THIS SO MUCH MORE HILARIOUS

I can’t really figure out Yuuri’s reaction here to be honest because he’s visibly shocked by what Viktor is saying bUT LIKE HUNNY YOU JUST BOUGHT A PAIR OF WEDDING RINGS WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

even so 

IT’S JUST SO FUNNY HOW THEY TREATED THIS ??? because while Yuuri is taken aback by what Viktor is saying he doesn’t DENY IT and then proceeds to wear the ring for the rest of the show without fault

THEY’RE SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS AND OBVIOUSLY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND I LOVE HOW THEY MADE YUURI GET THE RINGS !! because it gave Viktor a chance to casually reveal his desire to create a life with Yuuri (and we’ve seen before how Viktor likes to drop casual hints about what he wants from Yuuri) and it also plays into Yuuri’s quote “When I open up, he meets me where I am” while also showing that Yuuri is as equally invested in their relationship as Viktor AND IT’S SO IMPORTANT 

And although Viktor’s inner monologue talks about Yuuri’s actions being unexpected, Yuuri had actually most likely been planning this for hours at least, because we can clearly see that he’s looking for something earlier in the day, and Viktor’s line “It’s unusal for Yuuri to suggest sightseeing”, supports this, because even though Yuuri isn’t one to suggest these things he does now and IT’S JUST CLEAR WHY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO GET RINGS FOR THEM AND IT’S SO PRECIOUS OF HIM

JUST

Yuuri opening up about what he feels for Viktor but being unable to say those specific words, and Viktor fills the gap for him. I love them so much they’re a perfect pair

Love Covers.

Part of my hospital chaplaincy duties is to write a reflection on how it’s going. Identities may be altered for privacy. All the writings are here.


I’ve seen love. I mean, pure love. The kind that builds you, that bursts wide open and free, the kind they tell you about, but you were afraid to believe.

A nine-year-old boy comes into the trauma bay with deep, jagged lacerations all over his back. Car accident, roll-over; dad and children nearly ejected, going fifty. His shirt is shredded. His back is really torn up, almost ribbons in several places, blood filling his shorts. He’s fidgeting, squirming, but not from his wounds. He’s trying to sit up, eyes darting, looking for someone. He’s trying to tell something to the paramedics, to the nurses and doctors, to me. 

Medicine, he says in a choked whisper, medicine for my sister. She has a new kidney. Medicine.

A second later, his four year old sister is wheeled in—they had been in the same car accident. She’s in shock. Her brother keeps saying, Medicine, for my sister. She needs her kidney medicine.

A nurse replies, “On it. I’m on it, little man.”

I go to the nine year old, pull up a seat, and tell him, “You’re a good brother.”

“Thanks,” he says, finally resting his head. The nurses move around us, not missing a beat, and there’s just me and the kid, eyes locked, his eyes on fire.

“What happened?” I ask him.

“I heard the car inside make a boom, like a firecracker,” he says. “I knew something was wrong. I knew it! I grabbed my sister … and I put myself around her, because … because I didn’t want glass to get in her face.”

I remember his back. The lacerations. 

Suddenly, I’m crying. I lose all professionalism. I’m just crying.

“You’re a hero,” I tell him. “You saved your sister’s life.”

“But her medicine?” he asks. “You’ll make sure she gets it? She takes it everyday for her kidney. It was the one that I gave her.”

“Yes,” I tell him, trying to smile through flooded eyes. “Yes. You’re a good brother,” I say again. “What’s your name?”

He says, “Angel.”

Of course it is.

I sit with him, quietly, as the medical team begins to work on his back. He makes no noise, except to ask how his sister is doing. 

I hold back tears. I feel angry, that something like this had to happen to Angel and his sister, that we live in such a world where no child is safe from destiny, from fate, from the universe, from God, where kidneys don’t work and cars roll over—but I think about Angel covering his sister, and that on our tiny fractured little spinning rock in the random cold chaos of meaningless collision, where the world can explode in glass, one child didn’t hesitate to die for love. I think it is awful that they have to be here in this hospital, but my heart stretches to this other place, where love is powerful and real, and that within lawless disorder, very beautiful things can still happen, and that perhaps pure love must be born through pain, through the life of another. 

— J.S.

@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”

Hope you like it!! 

~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)

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Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.

He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.

“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.

He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.

There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.

He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.

“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.

*

He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.

Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.

It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.

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Daenerys will be betrayed

Even though I am extremely critical of D&D and consider myself an anti, I do have to admit that they don’t put scenes into the show just for the hell of it. Everything means something.

Daenerys has had antagonist undertones since season 1. It started with her being completely fine with the Dothraki crossing the narrow sea to kill and rape the people of Westeroes. It wasn’t until Drogo’s death that she took that as a motive to take back the iron throne that was supposedly taken from her. So as the story progresses, we have been fed the idea that Daenerys is the protagonist. We’ve been fed that freeing slaves makes you morally good, but no one takes notice of the socioeconomic collapse that Daenerys created. I think it’s Martins and D&D way of telling us that being morally good does not make you a hero, it does not make you a suitable candidate for the iron throne. Ruling isn’t about being a kind-hearted person. Politics come with it and Daenerys has stated that she isn’t a politician, she’s a queen. Someone who thinks like this isn’t a good leader. She wants her advisors to make all the political decisions but when a mission fails, she blames them and do the opposite of what they asked of her (Ex: Daenerys burning the Lannister army after Tyrion instructed her not to which led to the Westerosi men being exposed to her tyranny. Daenerys flying over the wall even though Tyrion warned her how dangerous it was which led to Viserion dying and the night king getting an ice dragon.) Is it possible that Daenerys bad decisions is the reason why the night king was able to tear the wall down? Could be but I rather not get into that; it’s just speculation.


So, who will be the ones to betray Daenerys?

Theon and Yara

I didn’t realize this until I read other GOT meta, but Daenerys hasn’t done anything to get Yara back nor do I think she really cares that she’s been captured. Yara is the reason why Daenerys had so many ships so surely, Dany should feel inclined to help her allies? During the meeting with Cersei, Daenerys didn’t even mention Yara with Euron right in her face. She had the power and the privilege to at least try to save Yara, but she did nothing. She had the power and the privilege to defend Yara when Euron threaten to murder her in front of her face, but she did nothing. Daenerys only cares about her allies when they are useful towards her. And we’ve seen many characters on the show think like this and guess what, they were all antagonists so keep that in mind.

Theon finally gathered the courage to save his sister because it’s obvious someone who he most likely thought highly of won’t do Yara any justice. You think he didn’t take notice of Daenerys completely disregarding his sister? I find it really hard to believe that he and Yara will continue to follow her after she has proven she could care less about their wellbeing. They will follow Jon.

Tyrion and Varys

I have stated this a numerous of times, but Tyrion is in so much denial. Tyrion wants to believe that Daenerys is the one who will change the system, the world, but deep down, we know, he knows, that is simply not true.

When Tyrion watched Daenerys burn the Lannister army, he was horrified. In that moment, he knew the dragon queen was no different than the other rulers before her, no different than the other game players now. D&D made Tyrion wear a face of fear during that scene for reason. D&D made Jon Snow tell Daenerys before the battle that if she burned those men, she would be no different from everyone else for reason, but she disregarded his statements and decides to be no different from everyone else. (EDIT: Jon says that to her regarding kings landing, not the Spoils of War). But in that same light, even though she was the villain during the Spoils of War, she was portrayed as the hero when she saved Jon a few episodes. Her antagonist undertones are lowkey and are constantly swept under the rug for reason.

So, this is Tyrion during the blackwater battle.


Now let’s compare him during and after the Spoils of War.

This is a look of familiarity and disappointment. Tyrion has seen this before. Being that close to war actually made him even more antiwar than he was before. So, to see the woman he believes that will change the world doing the same thing that he’s against is probably terrifying to him.

So now let’s look at Tyrion’s face after he’s realized that Daenerys will take part in the death of a father and son.

This is his reaction to finding out that Daenerys doesn’t kill with honor. She’s going to burn the Tarly’s to death.

Also, can we talk about the lack of care that is written on Daenerys face? She is pissed that they won’t bend the knee to the foreign queen, the invader. 

This is Tyrion’s reaction after she burned the Tarly men alive. This confirms his biggest fear. Daenerys isn’t different from any one else. 

I will also like to point out the antagonist undertones this battle gave us. I have studied the Targaryen’s. I understand them better than their fans and I only say this because of the countless defending of the Targaryen’s I’ve seen from across the fandom. I can’t for the life of me understand how people can know their history and corruption and root for them which is why I say it’s a lack of study and preferred aesthetic. As we should know, Aegon invaded Westeroes, a foreigner. He gained all his power through fear that secured his family generations down. Daenerys is using the same fear that Aegon used to gain power. Some believe that Daenerys is the princess who was promised but in reality, I think she’s the reincarnation of Aegon.

This is FEAR. These men submitted to Daenerys because they were terrified of her. Not because they were amazed. This is exactly how the Targaryen’s got their privilege and power. This is corruption. This is demonstrating once again that Daenerys is no different from the other players of the game. This is NOT a hero.

I would also like to submit this quote because I think it fits Daenerys perfectly:

Leaders who do not act dialogically, but insist on imposing their decisions, do not organize the people–they manipulate them. They do not liberate, nor are they liberated: they oppress. - Paulo Freire

The most successful form of a tyrant is the tyrant that puts in your head that he is not a tyrant. - anonymous

So, Tyrion’s reactions were forgotten in the next scene where he’s talking to Varys about Daenerys. It’s a way to make us think that he still believes that she is the chosen one. Varys shares his experiences with Aerys and he explains to Tyrion when the mad king committed his crimes, he convinced himself that he had nothing do with it, he wasn’t responsible. So, let’s take a look at Tyrion’s face while listening to Varys.

TYRION KNOWS. He knows that he’s been living in a lie. He knows that Daenerys isn’t who he thought she was. And he might feel that he’s responsible for the Tarly’s death. A few episodes later, Tyrion tells Cersei that he thinks Daenerys will change the world which once again, pull the audience to believe his words. I truly believe D&D is manipulating us. They didn’t make Tyrion seem traumatized and disappointed by accident. They didn’t make Varys share his mad king stories with Tyrion by accident. They didn’t make Daenerys threaten to burn her advisor alive by accident. This is a set up. This is a set up for full blown antagonist Dany.

I stay by my words. Jon is the hero. Jon is ice and fire. Jon is the prince who was promised. There’s nothing D&D can do to change that. I think Tyrion and Varys will see that Jon is the chosen one. They will follow Jon.

Jon Snow

One of the biggest theories circulating around Tumblr is that Jon is manipulating Daenerys to win the war that only matters. Now, I’m critical of this theory and I rather not discuss why but there’s a possibility that undercover! jon is real. We know that Jon has manipulated people in the past to get what he needs (ex. ygritte). So, this theory isn’t out of this world. Kit Harrington has even stated that in season 7, Jon manipulates people. Is there going to be this big finale where Jon reveals that he’s been playing her? Who knows but what I do know is that Jon will not be pleased to find out that Daenerys burned the Tarly men. Maybe Jon actually believes that Dany has a good heart but that will all change when he is told this information. Jon has always had a soft spot for Sam. He has defended him, motivated him, and has been a loving friend to him. So, if Jon were to find out that the woman he bent the knee to burn his friend’s brother and father alive, what do you think he would do?  

I know people like to downplay the reasoning of Robert’s war but Lyanna was kidnapped before the Starks was murdered by Aerys. Their deaths were the last straw. Ned Stark’s father (burned) and brother (strangled) was murdered by a Targaryen. Robert used the murder of the Starks as another reason to destroy house Targaryen; he was impacted by their deaths. Ned Stark was his best friend. And guess what?

Samwell Tarly’s brother and father were burned alive by a Targaryen. His best friend is Jon Snow. Ned and Jon are both from the North. Robert and Samwell are both from the South. See the connection? Robert defended his friend in war. What do you think Jon would do? This could be a coincidence, unintentional but this is a connection I just noticed. And if you honest to god believe Jon would sweep this under the rug then you’re insane. The writers set this up on purpose. Jon will not be supportive of Daenerys behavior. Also, Jon doesn’t even know that she burned the Lannister army (correct me if I’m wrong). If you think Jon would let her actions slide or that Jon isn’t a manipulator, then you have completely misinterpreted his character. Now this isn’t me saying that Daenerys will go mad, this is just me saying that she’s the antagonist. This isn’t the last of us seeing Daenerys villain qualities. Jon will see it too. He won’t follow her.  

The Seven Kingdoms need someone stronger than Tommen but gentler than Stannis. A monarch who could intimidate the High Lords and inspire the people. A ruler loved by millions, with a powerful army, and the right family name. - Varys.

Jon Snow is a better mixture of Tommen and Stannis. He’s not gentle but he is reasonable. Jon doesn’t wish to intimidate anyone, but he does if he needs to (ex. the beheading of Janos). Jon is a natural born ruler. He was able to make the wildlings, his enemy, follow him. He knows how to inspire people, unintentionally.  People want to follow him. People want to support him. And the right family name? A stark. Many seem to forget that Jon’s mother was Lyanna Stark. The fandom needs to stop erasing his Starkness. He was born and raised in the North. He always wanted to be a Stark so for him to find that out should be relieving but it will also hurt him. Jon thinks highly of Ned, his role model, so to find out that Ned isn’t father will crush him. Jon has also been hopeful of finding his mother identity. He will take after his Starkness over the Targ side. There’s no Targaryen quality in his body. He’s a stark first. However, Jon Snow doesn’t want the throne. But I think Varys words fit him perfectly.

One last point, Daenerys has been deluded into believing that she inspires the people. She believes she’s special. So, when she sees that Jon has gained the people’s heart, she would feel envious. When she finds out that the Northerners won’t follow a Targaryen, she would be irritated. When she finds out that her throne is threatened even though Jon doesn’t want it, she wouldn’t trust him, nor would she be happy about him being a Targaryen. She’s going to have a Viserys moment. He thought he was the chosen one but then he saw it was actually his sister. Daenerys thinks she’s the chosen one but then she will see its actually Jon. I highly doubt the show can cover all of this in a few episodes unless they are movie lengths. However, the books can. Targbowl is coming.

CAN I JUST SAY HOW PROUD I AM OF LUCIFER??

Like, this angel devil has come so god damn far. He protected humanity, he protected INNOCENT lives. He was torn apart thinking how linda might be hurt, he was ready to race over to her office right away when there was an idea that Mom hurt her. 

He resorted to ANOTHER WAY in resolving what happened with his mother– he didn’t kill her, he didn’t let her into heaven to deal with dad, he GAVE HER A NEW LIFE. He let her go, because it meant protecting humanity and especially protecting Chloe. Even though he loved his Mom, despite how fucked up she was and what she did to him and to Chloe. It was his Mom.

He took Chloe’s advice to HEART. Going forward is best, not backward– he took her words, recognized them, and made decisions based on that idea.  He dropped everything, spoken in choked up words “She has...Chloe”. Just begging his older brother to help him, so help him dad this human is his everything.

He immediately visited Linda in the hospital, and even coyly said “Enough about me..” and gave her glasses back, gently placing them on her face so she could see. He was ridden with guilt at the thought it was all his fault, and listened to her when she inclined she CHOSE to be his friend with all the consequences.

His little “I…I want to tell you everything…” on the phone KILLS ME. This is Lucifer’s biggest fear people!! His Chloe, his miracle, his best friend, his DETECTIVE….the fact that she could see the real him, that he could finally decide it’s simply best to be honest. No more going backward. He wants to show her how much he trusts her..how much he needs her in his life. Lucifer has never wanted to hurt Chloe. She said she would accept his flaws-- it’s time to believe her.

And like??? that takes so much strength. There are things that scare me, and yet I struggle with facing those things every day. Lucifer took a long, deep breath and finally let go.

He wants to be himself. That’s all he ever wanted.

And he was ready to do it.

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this is what happens when I headcanon with the incomparable @ananbeth ! lol thought I’d share these because we had tons of fun with it and it’s fucking solid as hell if I do say so myself 

  • Percy and Frank who grow up together and go surfing constantly
  • Percy laughs every time he watches big Frank get into this tiny car 
  • Percy and Frank who grew up like cousins 
  • their moms are best friends and their houses are down the street from one another 
  • Percy making jokes and Frank laughing hysterically, his face bright red 
  • when they meet Annabeth in the 7th grade Frank immediately KNOWS that she and Percy are gonna get together But he has to watch them both be idiots around each other for years
  • Frank getting demoted to the back seat of the car when they start dating and he’s like “guys….I know you’re in love but… Please”
  • LITTLE FRANK HELPING LITTLE PERCY WITH HOMEWORK sitting at Sally’s kitchen table, a plate of warm cookies in the middle 
  • patient Frank who is constantly encouraging Percy and Frank never brings it up when they’re older 
  • Percy is like "I would not have made it without you” and Frank is like “you’re crazy, that was all you man”– it means so much to Percy
  • also, going back to the original image: Surfer bros
  • getting up at 5am to get out on the waves before school then falling asleep in class later
  • Frank always misses a spot of sand on his leg no matter what he does
  • Percy’s hair is always crisp from the sand and salt
  • Frank after his growth spurt and he’s like “Percy why are those girls laughing at me, did I spill on my shirt again” and Percy is like “…no, I don’t know” and Annabeth is like “you guys are idiots, they’re giggling because they’re checking you out”
  • Frank goes red and is like “…I’ll be in the water if you need me”
  • Sally packs them a cooler of snacks for summer beach days. Frank always has at least 3 different SPF sunscreens with him. He wears one of those dorky tan bucket hats. Percy has a pair of old beat up vans that are his beach shoes. 
  • blasting music with the windows down as they drive home. 
  • bonfires on the beach. 
  • floating on their boards out in the water during sunset, which they call “the best seats in the house”
  • Frank living with the Jacksons during his mom’s deployments 
  • Sally and Percy helping him make care packages to send her
  • this leads us to even better territory: Bunk beds.
  • Percy isn’t allowed on the bottom bunk because he kicks the top mattress when he’s bored
  • he always pops his head down to ask Frank obscure questions late at night and Frank is like “PLEASE" 
  • they try to build a treehouse?
  • It’s terrible bless them
  • until Sally steps in and helps them then they spend all their time there
  • hiding out, and playing super heroes and stuff
  • they sleep there one night and it’s such an ADVENTURE
  • It’s where Frank goes when he wants to feel brave
  • they both go back up there the night before they’re about to leave to go to different colleges for the first time in years. They can barely fit and they’re both wearing their college sweatshirts 
  • Frank’s mom passes away when he’s 15, and he goes missing after the funeral 
  • they look all over for him until Percy suddenly realizes where he is 
  • he finds Frank in the treehouse holding the medal his mom was given
  • Percy scoots in and doesn’t say anything but Frank eventually looks up and he’s kinda still crying and he’s like "she would want me to be brave…right?" 
  • And Percy is like "she would want you to be whatever you need to be to get through this" 
  • Frank looks back down at the medal as he runs his thumbs over it and he’s like "I wanna be brave”
  • imagine them going off to separate colleges and keeping up a long distance friendship
  • Frank goes to the northwest like Oregon or something and Percy is like “I don’t understand how you traded the beach for the forest” and Frank is like “Says the guy in the middle of New York!” “Frank, it’s different
  • imagine successful NY Percy who buys his mom a cabin in Montauk so she can be closer to him 
  • Percy finally being able to provide for his momma because he recognises how much she gave to him when he was growing up
  • he just wants her to be able to enjoy life and not worry about things the way he did when he was growing up– wants to give her the peace of mind she always gave him
  • he never begrudges the childhood he had, but he wants to be able to provide for his kids and give them a childhood that he couldn’t really have
  • imagine them seeing each other when they fly home for break after their first semester 
  • Percy is like “did you hear the slo mo music as we ran to each other or was it just me” and Frank is like “no I heard it too" 
  • (Possible Annabeth being like "that’s cause I was playing it on my phone for your romantic reunion”)
  • She would totally video it too and caption it like, Percy gets less excited when he sees me after a long break or just Reunion 💕
  • she loves it– loves her boys
  • the first time Annabeth gets to go into the treehouse it’s such an occasion 
  • Frank puts up fairy lights to make it fancy
  • it’s her 15th birthday and her and Percy have been dating for a couple of months 
  • They have a little cupcake for her 
  • There’s streamers
  • Percy is like “you’re in the club forever now” and it’s this sweet moment cause she’s used to moving around and not having a home
  • Frank excuses himself after they sing happy birthday but not without blushing furiously and tripping over his feet
  • his clip on tie falls off on his way out 
A chance to say goodbye - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : You’re a meta-human able to see ghosts, summon them etc etc…and you decide to give your Bruce a birthday gift he’ll never forget.

I had this story in my head for quite a while now, not sure how to feel about it though. I don’t know, you guys know me, I’m like : “meh” as usual…Anyway, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think please, wether you liked or not :-) …Hope you’ll like it though  :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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When Bruce was looking all around the World for meta-human, he found you in a small village in France’s country side, and…you intrigued him right away.

You were sitting on a bench in a small cemetery, lost in daydreams.

He felt irreversibly attracted to you. The way you seemed lost in your thoughts, the glint in your eyes as you looked at nothing in particular, your poise, even the way you breathed subjugated him, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint…When you turned your head to him, feeling his presence, and your eyes locked on each other, the beating of his heart became ecstatic, uncontrollable…He had to talk to you.

Against all of his usual instinct, he approached you and sat down next to you. And the conversation just flew naturally. It was something he never experienced before. You were a total stranger, and yet, he felt like he knew you since forever.

(Y/N). That was your name. It rolled on his tongue delightfully. In the span of a few hours, you just talked about anything and everything. It was just too amazing, and for a minute, he thought maybe you were a meta-human whose powers was to control one’s emotions, because he never talked like that to anyone, including his close friends, so to a total stranger…

Turned out, your powers weren’t to control someone’s feelings, not at all. Your powers were…scarier, and you hated using them. You had a special bond with Death…You could summon zombie warriors from the ground and control them, you were able to see if someone’s life was going to end soon, and was plagued by visions of ghosts of people that still had important business to finish on Earth. You hated your powers.

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pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

summary:  When Y/N and Jon leave each other and their feelings for The Wall and King’s Landing, They go through hell and back, but when they meet back after rumours of their deaths, things start to become tense.

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There they were all 5 Stark children along with Jon Snow were sitting near the skirts of the lush forest along with their loyal companions the Y/L/N children.

Y/N was the Eldest among the 3 siblings, she had flowing h/c locks that went right down to the curves of her bum. Her eyes were as bright s the sky and had a e/c hue to them. She hunted like most of the men and fought like a true warrior on the battlefield. She had near to most of the men of the north grazing over her skills and presence, but it seemed like she had eyes for only one suitor.

Next was Stefan, the proud but shy son of House Y/L/N. He had shaggy golden mops of hair atop of his freckled face, his auburn eyes burned deep into any book he could find and only at 14, he was one of the cleverest and smartest people in the whole of Westeros. Unlike his older sister, Stefan preferred to stay huddled up in a cosy room with the fire crackling instead of learning to wield a sword in the harsh cold.

The youngest child was a little girl with the name of Grayce, though she was small, she had an ever burning energy. Grayce’s wild blonde hair would flow in and out of her mouth as she sprinted around her Mother. She would run with her sister when she went out to hunt for supper that evening and begged her brother to place the books somewhere else and direct his focus onto her ever growing attention.

The Y/L/N and Stark children never left each other’s side. If you saw one House heirs walking down, you find the opposite child pacing next to them. Most of the Time Grayce played with little Rickon and Arya, Stefan stayed close to Bran and Sansa; who he might have something for, While Y/N would constantly play around with Robb and Jon. Out of all of them, Y/N and Jon had the closest relationship, they would spend most nights together sharing secrets and chuckling close to the warm heat of the fire.

The Pair had become quite the friends over the years, Jon had even opened up to her about his heritage, all Y/N would do is look him deep in his dark eyes and simply state that she didn’t think as Jon as The Bastard Of Ned Stark but instead as Jon Snow, A wanting Ranger of the Night’s Watch. Jon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of Y/N more times than he should’ve. he couldn’t help it though, the way she treated him with nothing but respect and honesty made his cold heart thaw up, even her name sent Jon over the edge in a matter of seconds.

Arya and Bran stood idly by one another in front of the hay archery target, standing right behind them was Jon and Robb has the helped aided the pair to the best of their abilities. Stefan, Sansa, Rickon, and Grayce watched cautiously at the two at a near by tall, old willow tree that offered total shade to the group.

Bran had struggled through the whole process, barely hitting the target once, he hasn’t even hit the board yet, but at least the boy is trying his hardest. Arya, on the other hand, had shot a mere 6 arrows in the centre of the aim.

“Bran, how many times do we have to say this, stop staring at Grayce and Focus boy,” Robb chuckled lowly as he bent down to Bran’s height and placed two firm hands on Bran’s delicate shoulders.

“Where’s Y/N when ya need ‘er,” Jon joked quietly, slightly nudging his brother as he brushed his dark curls out of his eyes.

Suddenly a spotted grey horse came sprinting through the thick trees, though they didn’t get a clear view of the rider, they all instantly recognized the horse as a familiar girl’s trusted stallion; Grey Hoard. The horse turned to face the group of children and revealed the devilish girl holding a handful of squirrels and a beaming smile on her flawless face, sending small vibrations through Jon’s stomach.

Y/N quickly slid off her majestic steed and bounced towards the crowd, still with bright eyes.

“ I brought squirrels,” Y/N laughed as she placed the animals next to her younger brother’s satchel.

“I can see,” Sansa replied in a faulting voice, “remind me why you needed to go out and find yourself a family of squirrels?” she gagged as adverted her eyes up to Y/N’s E/C orbs instead of the carcasses below.

“Supper, dear Sansa,” Y/ smirked widely at the auburn haired girl.

“The mighty Y/N returns,” Robb proclaimed as he bowed towards the giggling girl as she made her way over to the patch of Starks.

“Miss me that much Stark?” Y/N laughed loudly as Bran shot another poorly loosed arrow at a nearby branch.

“Gods Bran, what has your brother been teaching you?” Y/N spoke sarcastically as she strode towards the young lord.

“Only the best archery in the whole of The Seven Kingdoms,” Robb joked as he turned to his brother beside him, Y/N simply scoffed in disagreement before turning her attention to the faulting boy.

“Relax Bran, you’re putting too much stress on your shooting arm,” Y/N spoke softly as her slender fingers danced over Bran’s thin forearm and her face came up next to his, “Use the wind to your favour,”

Bran’s fingers finally let the arrow fly free and it struck straight in the middle of the target. Off near the tree the other cheered and clapped for the boy as Bran took an egotistical bow towards the howling group of children.

“And that’s why you get me to teach you,” Y/N giggled as she ruffled Bran’s straw strands. The whole pack chuckled in amusement and agreement.

“What about me,” Arya whined desperately as she shot another arrow into the middle of the target before turning to face Y/N with big eyes.

“Arya, you’re bloody natural, you require no such training,” Y/N smiled brightly at the young girl as she walked towards the batch of kids, she was just about to place herself net to Rickon when one of her father’s men ran up to her.

“Lady Y/N, your father, and Lord Stark wish to speak with you,” he spoke quietly and harshly.

“Tell them, I’ll speak with them in a moment,” Y/N groaned as she gripped her sword tightly.

“They want you, now,” the man breathed out once again in a distracting voice as he cracked during his sentence. Y/N simply whined and approached Grey Hoard and mounted him.

“Don’t let your brother fuck him up,” Y/N smirked proudly to Jon before she rode off towards the castle and leaving him with a love struck smile, a tight chest and teasing siblings.

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“You wished to speak with me Lord Stark,” Y/N spoke highly as she titled her head towards Eddard as she paced down the long hallway towards The Lord himself.

“Yes, as You know House Stark and House Y/L/N have been loyal allies since the beginning,” Ned started as he placed the familiar firm Stark hand on Y/N femininely clad shoulder.

“We have served you and your house with honour for decades, my lord,” Y/N spoke softly as she looked down at her closed in shoes.

“And you’ll continue to do so,” Ned smiled as she lit up in excitement.

“What are you insisting my lord?” Y/N beamed brightly.

“I’m heading towards King’s Landing, the south is full of vipers that’ll do anything to get what the want, I need someone who has my back all the time,” He warmly spoke to her as Y/N tried her best to compose herself in front of Eddard. “I wouldn’t want anyone else for this,”

“It would be my pleasure to serve House Stark for another generation,” Y/N bowed slowly.

“Wonderful, We set track at noon,” Eddard boomed as he stomped away from her and Y/N simply bounced away, a spring in every step.

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Y/N  was at the gates of Winter fell standing tall and proud as her true fantasy is finally coming to a reality. She was there with her fellow guards, The Lord and Lady Stark abroad two beautiful snowy horse, Sansa and Robb had accompanied the parents on their journey while the other Stark Children stayed behind along with Jon Snow.

“Do you have to go?” Grayce whined as she tugged at her older sister’s uniform softly.

“Yes Grayce, but I’ll be back before you know it,” Y/N smiled weakly as a tear slipped back her long lashes and onto the little girl’s soft cheeks. Grayce clung even harder to her, snaking her tiny arms around Y/N toned thigh squeezing tightly at the skin. Y/N turned to the rest of her family, sure she didn’t feel a lot of comfort from her parents: but they still gave her life, she told them she would write to them as much as they could. Finally, she turned her younger brother, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder and looked deep in her golden irises, “Stefan, I know you may not like what I’m about to say, but you need to learn how to wield a sword,” Y/N told him quietly and sternly.

“Anything,” Stefan spoke softly as he nodded his locks and walked back over to his mother.

It was the time to say her goodbye to her long-time friend and companion, Jon. She felt her heart slowly splitting in two as she saw the brooding man make his way over to her. Her stomach did flips and bounces, as his dark eyes locked with her bright ones. Sure the pair have had their ups and downs and Y/N knew that Jon would just see her as a loyal friend to the end, but they way he swung his sword at his opponents during their training made her knees weak.

“I guess this is goodbye,” Jon spoke weakly as he rubbed the back of his neck and adverted his gaze elsewhere

“You know we’ll meet again once we travel back North after Sansa’s wedding,” Y/N tried to make this whole situation lighter but failed miserably. Tears threatened to spill past her lids but she hid them behind her lashes, although she wanted to profess her love for the Stark bastard before riding off she would disgrace her family’s name by her foolish actions, so she simply kept the fateful words to herself.

“We won’t,” Jon spoke harshly as he peered up at her with his dark eyes but this time they were filled with anguish and suffering.

“What?” Y/N choked out, her E/C orbs fell right into his.

“I’m joining The Night’s Watch, Although I won’t be returning for much of my remaining life, I’ll finally be free of my bastard name,” Jon explained quietly, his orbs searched for anything in Y/N’s ones. Silence and tension filled the air, for the first time in what felt like an eternity Jon finally spoke up, “What do you suppose of that,” Y/N said nothing but instead ran right into his arms, squeezing him tightly as she brought her lips up to his ear.

“Be safe and don’t forget me,” Y/N sobbed quietly into his shoulder as she hugged him for longer than she should’ve, Jon arms had already snaked around her curved waist and brought back the feeling in her lower back.

“Of course and Never,” Jon replied with a small smile, Y/N simply placed her warm lips on Jon’s cold cheek, pressing a small kiss to the area before she walked away and rode away with the rest of them, leaving her feelings behind in Winterfell and with Jon.

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Y/N has escaped another close encounter with guarded men for what felt like the millionth time. She had been on the run since the death of Robb. She felt guilty for his death, if she hadn’t have warned him sooner he would be alive and well, living a wonderful life with his son and wife.

She couldn’t go back home, All of her family were dead, killed right in front of her face. Frey’s men had snuck in, right at midnight at set their home a light, killing all of them, while Y/N was tied up right outside.

Frey’s men had nicked her after the Red Wedding, as she was one of the only people to survive, they tortured her, raped her until she was a heap of blood, sweat, and tears. The memories had etched their way into her mind and would never crawl their way out.

Currently, Y/N had been sitting a comfortable wooden stool and a large pint of Ale, her e/c were gazing out the window, snow falling gracefully against the clear glass, reminding her of the better and more happier times back at Winterfell. Y/N heard a quiet squeak next to her, her orbs danced over to the origin of the sound, to see a small and timid man sitting idly by her.

“So pretty girl,” The man started as he placed his elbow on the splintered table and smirked widely. “Why don’t you give me a smile,” Y/N turned her face to meet his. There sliding down her cheek was a red angry scar, it was irritated and swollen, Y/N wondered how it hadn’t got infected yet. The man flinched back at the sight of the slash and retracted any props to her presence.

“I’ll give you a smile when you get the fuck out of my face,” Y/N sneered and she sipped at her finished Ale.

“How in the hell did you get that?” the man almost shouted, Y/N thought he would start pointing at her sore. She simply rolled her eyes at him and slowly drew her silver sword at him.

“Here want me to show you,” Y/N smirked widely, she pressed the cold metal into his skin almost drawing blood, the man scurried away in fear, she was about to strike him when out the corner of her eye she spotted two much bigger men stand their ground. Although Y/N knew she could take them, she decided to save her energy for a much bigger threat, especially if she was riding north.

Quickly Y/N drew her sword back into its leather holder, threw her payment on the table and stomped out of the Tavern.

“For fuck’s sake, is there not one good place to get some Ale,” Y/N whined as she for what felt like the hundredth time, she mounted her house that she has had for more than 3 years. The Horse softly nudged its head upwards to Y/N, telling her it was hungry.

“Don’t you fret boy, I got you your favourite,” Y/N smiled brightly, she snuck her hand under her thick coat and pulled out a red and ripe apple. Pleased with himself the stallion happily chomped the fruit away from Y/N hand and started trotting in the same pace.

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Though she knew, what she was doing was wrong, but she had to do it. There in all, its glory stood the mighty walls of Winterfell. Y/N had dismounted her house and slowly paced towards the entrance.

She hesitated on whether she should greet her old friends or not. Would they mark her as their brother’s and father’s murderer or not. She had so many concerned that he simply whisked them away and entered the gates.

As soon as Y/N felt the cool normal breeze against her face, a small smile adorned her face as she finally felt safe and welcomed, after 2 long, terrible years he finally had a place to call her own.

Y/N started to address the place a bit closer now, she had noticed, some arrows sticking out the corner of the stone walls, she also saw men laying on the ground wailing for their life. Quickly Y/N raced over to one of them and helped them to sit up. Y/N had helped his drink a special concoction she had traded.

After that Y/N had got back onto her feet and watched the man slowly soft crying for help and started to breathe normal and nod his head towards her for gratification.

Y/N was about to start walking away from the man when a light voice was calling out her name, she had swivelled around to see a young woman with bright red-hair charging towards her. When Y/N caught sight of her cold eyes, she as well started running towards the girl at full speed until they meet one another. The two women embraced each other in a tight hug.

“I thought you died along side my brother,” Sansa sighed into Y/N neck as her delicate hands gripped at Y/N waist.

“I wish I did,” Y/N whined as she pulled away and looked deeply at Sansa’s snow kissed face.

“You did everything you could,” Sansa replied automatically, running her hand across Y/N deep sore. “You must come with me, there is someone you have to see,” Sansa finished as she pulled Y/N wrist and dragged her up the stairs and into a small room. There in the corner was a tall man that was draped in similar fur coats as Sansa, and his dark locks were pulled into a tight bun, immediately signalling Y/N’s stomach to do so many flips that she thought it was slip up into her mouth.

“Jon,” Sansa warm voice filled the air as even his name alone brought tears to her eyes. The man turned around slowly, the sound of the leather against leather made Jon more brooding than the past times she had seen him. 2 years ago she saw him as a shy timid boy, but now he was tall handsome king.

Y/N didn’t waste any time on talking to Jon in between the few seconds of silence but instead, she had sprinted towards him and embraced him in a heartwarming hug, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his ruggish beard tickling her chin.

After a small minute, his arm had snaked around her waist and brought back the tight grip onto her back and pulled her closer into his torso.

“I missed you,” was all that was flung between the two.

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✧    NBC’S    HANNIBAL    PROMPTS   !   

*  A MIXTURE OF NBC’S HANNIBAL PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
  •    This is not a fatal wound. The bullet misses every artery.   
  • ‘   It just means she can’t do anything about it. This is my design.  
  • ‘   I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind.   
  •    I can’t shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off..   
  •    Please, don’t psychoanalyze me. You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed.   
  •    Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give a lecture on psychoanalyzing.  
  •    Therapy doesn’t work on you because you won’t let it.  
  • ‘   Well, perhaps you need to un-learn some tricks.  
  • ‘   Last time he sent me to a dark place I brought something back.  
  • ‘   I suggested one of those clackin’ swingin’ ball things.   
  •    It’s the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good. 
  • ‘   I’m still not entirely sure that wasn’t my intention, pulling the trigger.   
  • ‘   Eating her is honoring her. Otherwise, it’s just murder.  
  • ‘   So killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad?  
  • ‘   You beginning to appreciate my lack of sympathy?  
  • ‘   I don’t know how I’m gonna feel about eating her after all this.  
  • ‘   It isn’t very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living.  
  • ‘   Passion’s good. Gets blood pumping.  
  • ‘   My parents gave me a gift. A twin. Who wouldn’t want two of me? 
  • ‘   What kind of victim forgives the killer at the moment of death?  
  • ‘   I have no taste for animal cruelty. That’s why I employ an ethical butcher.   
  • ‘   I’m afraid I insist on it, no need for unnecessary suffering.  
  • ‘   Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors.  
  • ‘   Well this should be interesting. Please, doctor, proceed.   
  •    What it grows, and where it’s growing it will likely kill you..   
  •    It’s getting harder and harder to make myself look.  
  •    But I am looking alone, and you know what looking at this does.   
  • ‘   I know what happens if you don’t look, and so do you.   
  • ‘   I can make myself look, but the thinking is shutting down.   ‘
  • ‘   You don’t think I have a right to know what’s happening with my wife?  
  • ‘   The effect I was hoping to have was her death. Mission accomplished.   
  •    Certain personalities are attracted to certain professions.  
  • ‘   Here we are, bunch of psychopaths helping each other out.   
  • ‘   Words are living things. They have personality, point of view, agenda.   
  •    Your bad luck that you’re the best, pal.   
  •    I feel like I’ve dragged you into my world.   
  • ‘   I want to go on record as saying that this is a very bad idea.   
  • ‘   It’s natural to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them.   
  • ‘   What reason did you have to kill the others?  
  •    Insane isn’t really black or white, is it?   
  •    What do you smell on me?   
  •    I think that the work you do here has created a sense of stability for you.   
  • ‘   You married? You’re married. How long you married? That long?   
  •    I feel like hell. Actually, no, I feel, uh, fluid, like I’m spilling.   
  • ‘   You were attacked by a patient not too long ago. I read the report.   
  •    They will believe he did. They will believe he killed others, too.   
  • ‘   I’m so sorry, ______. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you in this life.   
  • ‘   I know who I am. I’m not so sure I know who you are anymore.  
  •    I am not the intelligent psychopath you are looking for.  
  • ‘   I’m not asking you to believe anything you can’t prove.   
  •    I’ve always found the idea of death comforting.  
  • ‘   That would suggest a radically unorthodox form of therapy.   
  • ‘   I’m always happy to do a favor for a friend, just say the word.  
  •    How does one politely refuse a dish in circumstances such as these?   
  •    You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel?  
  • ‘   She was compelled to take his life so she could take her own back. 
  •    Tell me, did your heart race when you murdered her?  
  •    When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help.  
  • ‘   I let you know me… see me. I gave you a rare gift, but you didn’t want it.  
  • ‘   Imagine what you must taste like. It won’t be long until someone’s taking a bite out of you.  

I do believe my role as girlfriend is to be a source of comfort and support. I’m here to encourage and love and remind him just how amazing he is. It’s not my job to tell him what to do or who to be. I see him as he is and want him to be the best version of himself, for himself. I wish I could say I always felt this way. I grew up thinking being in a relationship was just finding someone you liked and who liked you back. But the way his love for me is set up, he is and has always been my biggest cheerleader. It caused me to change how I see relationships. I see it as two people, going through life together, and that when life is hard, the love they have for each other makes that hard life easy. I’ve learned that from the way he loves me. A love that I didn’t know I needed until God gave it to me. So to be a source of comfort and peace for him is the least I can do for the man that has showed me the love God wants for me.

Consequences {Min Yoongi}

Prompt:  can i request 7, 11, and 19, girl reader x yoongi👀👀 maaaaybe some daddy kink if thats ok with u  🙈 || Requests Open || Smut Game

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: spanking, daddy kink, degradation, PWP

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Buttercream :1 (M)

Originally posted by helendrv

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Genre:
Smut/Angst/Fluff

Summary: (Previously posted under @suganeedsanap) When you fell in love with Kim Taehyung, it was as sweet as cake and bitter as beer. He made your heart swell, but others disapproved. Those days are over, but memories still linger. Maybe this bachelorette party will help ease your mind. Besides, You’ll be Ms. Jimin Park. But why aren’t you happy?

Warnings: Alcohol Use

Word count: 4,024

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N: This is a story I’m moving from my main blog to here. I’m having a hard time finding worth in my work so this is an exercise of me looking at my past work and appreciating my writing. I hope you guys enjoy this story. This is one of my babies. 

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If you don’t think Silver Springs is one of the most cold-blooded songs ever, then you’re wrong. Stevie Nicks could have replaced every single lyric in that song with “fuck you” and it literally would have been the same song. If you can’t hear how much she fucking hates this dude and wants him to die, you’re not listening hard enough. She would not care if he was dying, gasping for his last breath, at her feet. She’d probably look down at his sorry ass and just sing “tell me, was it worth it?”

Silver Springs is the most eloquent, angriest, pettiest break up song of all time. She literally wrote it with the intent of him having to not only have to hear it, but play it constantly and be reminded of just how much he fucked up. Not only did she have that intent she had the audacity to explain her evil intent. She gave no fucks. “You won’t forget me. The sound of my voice will haunt you. You’ll never get away from the woman that loved you.” Tell me you would not take that as a threat. Like…bitch, you’re gonna what? She says “never” which means she was planning to fuck up this dude’s entire life for the rest of his life.

The song was so badass that the fucker kept it off the album and I 100% believe it was because he was scared for his life

Silver Springs has been my favorite song for years. I just listened to it for the first time in a while and was once again struck with the fact that it’s the best song of all time.

In my heart of hearts, I truly think Stevie silently chuckles to herself every time she hears it or performs it because her prophecy came true. That song will haunt him for the rest of his life. He’ll never escape it. Which means she won. And that’s what life is all about: winning.

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Limerance

Kallias and Viviane’s story, because these two stole my heart and I can’t resist writing them! This is going to be a prequel to the events of ACOWAR so be prepared for the journey of a precious friendship formed and lasting bond that will tie them together for eternity!

Chapter 1: Serendipity 

The Winter Court was vibrant today. The small city in the open snowy landscape was busy with trade. Residents of the city walked the streets with their pale bodies almost blending into the snow falling from the sky. Voices intermingled with the busy market noises as furs were swapped for precious metals to be forged into weapons or jewelry.

Overlooking the city a boy sat looking outside one of the tall glass windows of the castle. His white hair hung loose around his pointed ears as his blue eyes watched for anything that could seemingly pull him from his boredom.

Today had already been filled with lessons on court etiquette at his father and mother’s request. Of course their requests were considered orders to those that served them. For they were the High Lord and Wife that ruled the Winter Court.

And Kallias was their sole heir.

“Sir Kallias,” a female fae stepped forward and gave a slight bow of respect to the eight year old who didn’t spare her a glance.

“What is it?” Kallias asked still looking outside.

“The High Lord and his wife have dismissed your lessons for the day,” the fae responded. “They have guests today that will require your tutor’s attention.”

Kallias nodded. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and Kallias was an apt enough learner that he already memorized the text that would have been discussed today.  Perhaps now he could walk outside to his heart’s content after having been cooped up inside this past week.

“You’re free to go,” Kallias dismissed the fae who promptly returned to whatever task she had been doing before she was sent as messenger.

With as much calmness Kallias could muster he walked down the long hall and obtained his dark grey fur cloak with blue stitching. He snuck outside the servant’s tunnel that led to the gardens.

Though these gardens were nothing like the Spring Court’s.  Here the snow covered grey stone pathways that wove between evergreen hedges and the occasional burst of red from winterberry trees.

He breathed a sigh of relief. His breath pluming in a little fog from his lips as he walked around one of the large pine trees in the garden.

Suddenly his ears picked up a noise. A tinkling noise similar to bells that were usually placed out for festivals. It was a beautiful sound and Kallias slowly followed it.
His hands went to the small dagger at his hip. He was trained in combat, but he knew from his instructors that it was better to avoid a confrontation with physical blows. Even his magical abilities were a bit rough, but that was better than nothing.

He rounded the corned and froze at what he glimpsed between the brambles of a bush.

A young girl that was not quite his age was spinning in the snow. Her long white hair twirling and catching snowflakes that made her hair glitter in the sunlight.

And then her laugh.

Kallias stared in awe. Listening with wonder at this magical fae before him. He almost thought her to be a nymph from the stories his nursemaid used to tell him as a toddler.

Deep in his chest something tugged at him. Go to her.

He took one silent step forward. Then another. Hoping not to startle the girl. But for all his training he still stepped on a branch that snapped loudly under his foot.

Immediately the girl stopped. Her dark blue dress swirled around her knees until the folds rested against her brown boots.

The garden was quiet. So silent that Kallias could hear the girl’s breath as she settled from her exuberant spinning.

“You’re…” Kallias sought for something to say. Even his intensive reading offered him no help as he stood blinking at the girl before him. He swallowed down his nerves and realized that this was the first fae child he had ever met around his age.

Children were a rarity. Among the Winter Court that was even truer from the harsh weather that offered no forgiveness to those that succumbed to it. Even Kallias’s older brother had fallen to Winter’s deathly kiss not long after Kallias was born.

Still this girl…she was so… “You’re little,” Kallias whispered without another thought.

The girl blinked in shock and bounded over to him. Her feet giving a slight skip as she stopped in front of him. Her face mere inches from his face that Kallias was too shocked to even back away from her forwardness.

Who was she that she dared to share the same breath as he? The High Lord’s son and heir?

“I’m taller than you!” The little girl said happily with a smile. “See!”

At the Kallias realized what her intentions were for her nearness. And even more disturbing was that she was indeed a few inches taller. Much to Kallias’s sudden disappointment.

He brushed away her hand that hovered above their hands to show evidence of just how much taller she was.

“So?” Kallias said. “I bet I’m older than you.” For some reason Kallias felt the need to prove something to this girl who gave him a full grin.

“I’m six,” the girl responded.

“And I’m eight,” Kallias crossed his arms proudly as if he won the Winter Solstice sled racing tournament.

“Wow you are old!” The girl laughed and for a moment Kallias wondered if she meant it to be and insult, but her smile said otherwise. As if she was teasing him.

But then she grabbed his pale hands with her gloved ones and gave him a pleading look. “Will you play with me? All the others inside say they can’t or are too old, but you’re not right?”

“I – ugh,” Kallias had rarely ever stammered in his life. He couldn’t even remember the last time it happened, but looking at his hands wrapped in her fingers thoughts flew away from him. “You shouldn’t hold my hand.”

“Why?” The girl asked. Then her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you’re like those other boys that are afraid of girls right.”

“Why would I be afraid of girls?” Kallias asked. How could I be afraid of you? As if it was possible to be frightened of the female that stood before him with bright eyes shining in the evening sun. 

Instead of voicing his thoughts he added a different reasoning instead. “Besides it’s not proper for us to whole hands.”

“So you won’t play with me?” The girl visibly deflated in her happiness. Her blue eyes dulling with each passing second.

Awkwardly Kallias shuffled his feet. “Well it’s just that…I’ve never played with anyone before.”

“Really?” The girl cocked her head to the side. “Isn’t that lonely?”

Kallias opened his mouth to say that he is always busy with lessons so how could he be lonely, but then it hit him. He was lonely. Walking the halls with no one to play games with or steal cookies from the kitchen after they had been baked.

“I am alone…” Kallias admitted dazedly at his realization and looked down at his feet. Unsure of what to do with the wave of sadness rising in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. One day he would be High Lord and these emotions would need to be locked away since they showed weakness.

But then the fingers holding his own tightened and he glanced up to see the girl giving him a small smile. He could feel the warmth of it. How it eased his worries in a single second.

“Then I’ll be your first friend,” she said with a tinge of excitement and hope. “I’m Viviane. What’s your name?”

“Kallias,” he answered and squeezed her hand back. It wasn’t like the handshakes he was taught to do by his elders, but this felt special. Far more important than any handshake he would ever have to do in the future.

“Come on then!” She tugged him into the open space. “Let’s play tag!”

She took off running and he readily gave chase after a moment’s pause to consider the options. But he found not better choice than to run among the hedges with this free-spirited girl.

Viviane.

Soon Kallias began to laugh with her. Filling the garden with a wonderful noise as two souls began a journey that would be filled with happiness and loss. As children they were naïve to the world’s horrors. It would be many years before their peace was shattered into broken shards that would rattle their friendship to the core.

Seven minutes ago, Tarquin had asked Nesta to dance. They were on the pleasure barge, drifting just off the coast. It was nighttime, and other than the moon and stars, the only lights were that of the many strings of bobbing faelight illuminating the rails and masts of the ship.

Three minutes ago, Tarquin had told her about a peculiar request letter he’d received last month. One minute ago, a scent that was masculine and earthy and utterly intoxicating hit Nesta so strong she nearly panicked.

Thirty seconds later, Cassian had appeared and asked Nesta to dance.

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Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Requested by: @trinityjadec

Request: Could you maybe do a Harrison x reader where her and Tom are best friends and Harrison thinks that she likes Tom, so he gets sad thinking he’ll never have a chance, but then he overhears one of their conversations where she’s telling Tom that she doesn’t think Harrison will ever like her because he seems to completely ignore her, and so he FINALLY comes forward and explains that he likes her?? And then they kiss?? And fluff??? Does that make sense??


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Rated: G

Summary: Mike and Eleven have a movie night…that ends on an unexpected note.


“You two behave yourselves now,” Dustin razzed as he clattered up the stairs from Mike’s basement with the other boys.

“Yeah, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lucas gleefully joined in, only a few steps behind him on the stairs.

“Shut up, Lucas,” Mike threw back, blushing in spite of himself.

The other boys laughed hilariously.

“See ya later, Mike.” Will was bringing up the rear, and merely grinned without adding a comment. “Bye, El!”

“Bye,” she called back from the couch as she and Mike returned his wave.

Bye, El,” Lucas and Dustin chimed on their way out the door, drawling her name and making exaggerated kissy noises before giggling together madly.

Mike shook his head and met her eyes sheepishly as he went to go join her on the couch. She was sitting with her back against the armrest, a magazine splayed open across her upraised knees, and she returned his gaze with a corner of her lips turned up, unsure whether to be exasperated or amused at their friends.

“Sorry that took so long. I really didn’t think that campaign would last that long,” he apologized, sitting next to her feet, and turning sideways on the cushion to face her. “Were you totally bored?”

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