well I was bored and decided to take a look at the Missing Richie Tozier poster whle writing a Reddie one-shot and I notcied something.
If you look at the height and weight, it seemed a little weird to me. And I know Finn is a pretty skinny kid, so I decided to see what the BMI was just to see.
So 61 inches equal to 5′1 and it says he’s 90 pounds. So Richie Tozier is freaking underweight. And I know he could just be someone who has a hard time puting on weight. But we all know that Richie’s parents being terrible is literally cannon.
So, I had sort of a headcannon. Richie’s mom is an alcohloic and his dad is straight up neglectful. It is also cannon that his dad pretty much bullies him and cna be emotoinally/mentally abusive. So, most of Richies meals are what he can get and make for himself. But his parents don’t really give him money. He only gets what’s leftover from his dad’s cigerette money and what he can find left around the house. His mom doesn’t go food shopping, she’s too busy drinking herself into a stupor and his dad simply doesn’t care. So there are days were Richie’s only meals are what he can get from school and mouch off his friends. Hence being underweight.
When the other Loser’s find out that Richie is practically starving at home, they always bring him extra food. they know he’s too embarrased and proud to simply accept help, so they disguise it. The pack extra food at lumch, and say they’re too full for it. After offering it to the group and everyone says no, they ask Richie. Richie, who is hungry, will of course take it. They invite him to dinner at their houses, saying their parents insist on it, when really they told theur parents and their parents are more than happy to help. THey even make extra food for Richie to take home as leftovers. Richie kinda has an idea what they’re doing, and tries to thank them because he really loves his friends. But they’re like “what are you talking about, Richie? We just have extra food.” and he loves them even more.
I just love The Loser’s Club and I love Richie Tozier because I see so much if myself in him. They all must be loved and protected.
I’m a new dm for a group of relatively new players, running a short campaign ‘cause I wanted to try my hand at dming and they wanted to play.
Long story short, the players have to convince the ghost of an ancient king to give them the password to open a secret vault and get the treasure as they were hired to do. I’ve decided to play the king, Caul, as a semi-genocidal and extremely lonely old man who doesn’t want the conversation to end. I’d been having fun distracting them talking about skee ball, murder, and Caul’s beautiful wife whom he loved very much, but they finally got out of him some important info.
Ollie, the party warlock: So, you’re waiting for the “chosen ones,” and you’ll tell them the password?
Caul: Yes, that’s right. Oh, I’ve been down here for so LONG, you have no IDEA-
Ollie, OOC: Can I just, like, convince him we’re the chosen ones?
Me, OOC: Sure, roll persuasion.
I was going to make something that obvious a tough roll, as this conversation was meant to be akin to a boss fight in difficulty. I figured they’d have to get a 20 to successfully convince him with just one roll. I wanted them to test their roleplaying capabilities and have a little fun with it instead, and Ollie hadn’t rolled above a 10 all evening so I wasn’t worried.
Ollie: *rolls 19, +3 to get 22* HAHA
Me, OOC: Oh shit, okay. Um, so what do you say?
Ollie, OOC: I convince him we’re the chosen ones?
Me, OOC: Yeah, but how? What do you say to convince him?
Ollie, after much deliberation: We are the chosen ones.
Are you even loyal to Jon? Because for some reason this letter you wrote under the coercion of the Lannisters as a naive child is making me think you're a traitor for some reason?
I literally guaranteed that we won back the North by recruiting the Vale army. I weeped over the death of our family members because I loved them just as much as you did. I'm not letting people question Jon's position as king. I am making sure the North is running efficiently in Winterfell and that we're all prepared for the war to come. That's what Jon's priority was, so I will make it mine as well.
Also, I am concerned about you and what you've been doing. I was expecting to find the letter you planned to blackmail me with in your backpack and maybe a juice box and some spare change but there are literal fucking faces in there, Arya.
That's...actually a really good point. I have no idea why I'm pointing a knife at you right now and threatening to take your life based on my anger over Ned's death, which I blamed on Joffrey, Cersei, and Ilyn Payne in literally every other season. By all accounts, it doesn't make sense.
This sucks. The only thing that can make this worse is if Jon did something stupid, like give up the North without at least consulting the Northern lords or me first. Good thing he said he would always defend the North!
I;m trying;;; so hard to agree with you r-right now But I c-cant....all I keep wanting so s-say is MURDER I LOVE MURDER YOU'RE NEXT SANSA
I'm browsing through your pirates of the caribbean tag and I am just loving your break down of Elizabeth's character. Such good content! I want more now. Like right now. You should probably get on that. Chop chop, friend.
They say the Pirate King has married the sea, in secret and sacred rites that no mortal man could know. They say she kissed Davy Jones one moonlit night, leaning over the quarterdeck as their ships passed one another in the fog. (They say she still has the rope-burn on her palm, from where she wrapped the line around her hand—the only thing that kept her in the land of the living, they say.)
They say her son was born squalling like a storm, into the arms of Captain Jack Sparrow, who trails his own rumors like sea spray. (No one mentions a certain similarity of aspect between child and godfather, but then neither do they bring up the ears that could only be a Turner’s, or the straight sharp nose that, in the right light, would not have looked out of place on a commodore’s profile.)
They say the Pirate King can steal anything she likes, and keep it.
Jack visited her once, when she was still in her father’s house—she and Will had been courting then, stealing iron-burnt kisses in the forge; running away to the cliffs to swordfight and then tumble to the grass, their bodies fitting together like the sea to the shore. He was a beautiful thing, and Elizabeth was glad glad glad, having won him.
(Not enough, it turned out, for he was not the world entire and she was horizon-hungry, thirsty to swallow all the sea—but for just then, that string of golden afternoons, he was enough.)
Her mouth had still been humming, kiss-chapped, when she returned to find Jack Sparrow standing in her kitchens. “Ravishment suits you, love,” he said with a grin, after ducking the knife she hurled at his head. “Do give my regards to Mr. Turner.”
“You’re lucky my father isn’t home and the servants are asleep,” she said with a sneer, which only made him grin wider, ape-like. “They would see you hanged.”
“And you won’t?” he asked. “Miss Swann, I am delighted.”
“What do you want, Jack?”
He reached out and brushed his knuckles along her jaw, then laid his hand over her cheek. “Just to say goodbye, Lizzie,” he said. There was a strange gentleness in his voice she couldn’t make heads or tails of, only that it made his dark eyes look wounded in the light of the dying light of the fire. “I didn’t get the chance, before.”
She wouldn’t notice the tar he left behind on her cheek until the next morning, the whorls of his fingertips written dark as ink.
(Sometimes, when she studied the planes of Will’s face, she thought she could see the same tarry fingerprints, a shadow on his jaw.)
Okay I’m sorry but I read this post on @fo4companionsreactions and laughed my ass off and I thought about doing this all day, so here, have a thing that no one ever asked for: a gif reaction of the DAI companions reacting to Mufasa’s death. I have no idea how they got their hands on a copy of The Lion King, much less how they got it to play, but use your imagination.
Props to @fo4companionsreactions for doing the original post, and I know I’m just copy-catting you, but I couldn’t help myself. Please go check out their blog, it’s fantastic and I love it.
Happy 800+ followers to me!! Thank you guys so much and I love you as always! I had a lot of fun writing this imagine 💓 I hope you guys enjoy is as much as I did writing it xx
This is kinda long whoops, sorry you guys. I might make a part two for this because I have so many ideas for this imagine that it won’t fit in one post! \
***I MIGHT MAKE THIS INTO A SERIES!!! SEND ME AN ASK IF YOU WOULD WANT THIS TO BE A SERIES!!!!***
Warnings: Cursing as usual
Characters: It kids & female!reader
Pairing: Maybe romantic ;) Wyatt Oleff x reader, slight Scorpius Malfoy x reader (bc I love him), and platonic IT cast x reader
Some key: Sentence in italics means that the perspective changed.
Also I set this in the Curse Child era because it’s more realistic :~)
It was the most exciting time of the year for Y/N. It was time to go back to Hogwarts, her beloved school. Y/N couldn’t wait to leave your boring home and be back in the wizarding world. She also couldn’t wait to see what 5th Year has in store.
As soon as Y/N’s luggage were taken care of, Y/N quickly boarded the Hogwarts Express. Students were also trying to get in the train, so it was pretty hectic, but thankfully to Y/N, she managed to get in. The next challenge for her was to find a seat, each compartment seemed to be occupied. Hogwarts students seemed to have doubled this year. Last year there were a couple of empty compartments, but this year every single compartment seemed full.
Y/N ventured around the train’s hall trying to find a compartment, when suddenly compartment 3B slammed open.
“Where the fuck’s my chocolate frog, Jack? Did you eat it? I swear if you did you, owe me one.”
“Not if I run away!” A boy with dark brown hair zooms out of compartment 3B followed by a boy with curly hair. Y/N giggled at them and proceeded to check out the compartment.
Y/N looked in and saw a boy with light brown locks reading. Y/N knocked on the compartment door to get his attention.
“Hey um… Is this compartment full?” Y/N said as she stood by the door nervously. She didn’t really like talking to new people, it made her nervous.
“It kinda is, but we can squeeze one more person in.” The boy replied as he placed a bookmark on his book and closed it.
“Oh thanks I thought I was going to have to move to another coach.”
“No, no need. You can stay here.” The boy said as he scoot over closer to the window so she had room to sit.
“Thanks again.” Y/N smiled as she took a seat next to him.
The train’s whistle sounded loudly, indicating that the train would be moving soon.
“Where are those two idiots? The train’s about to move.” The boy commented following an eyeroll. Y/N laughed a little remembering the two boys who ran out the compartment minutes ago.
“They should be back soon, they’re probably going to be yelled at by Prefects.” Y/N said and gave the boy a reassuring smile.
“That’ll be funny, them getting in trouble and all.” The boy laughed a little making Y/N laugh slightly too, “Anyway, my name’s Wyatt. Nice to meet you…?”
“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” Y/N replied in a friendly tone.
“Y/N… Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Wyatt said while giving you a rather cute half smile.
“Nice to meet you too, Wyatt.” Y/N said as she gave him a smile in return.
As soon as the train started moving, two boys entered the compartment.
“God damn Prefects, thinking they’re all great and shit. They’re such assholes.” Said a boy with dark brown hair as he entered the compartment. He then sat down on the empty seat in front of you and Wyatt.
“Well it was your fault for running around the train. What do you expect? We’re you like expecting for them to give you praise for running around? Like ‘Oh wow, Jack! Good job for running around the train even though you’re not supposed to! Here! Have a Fizzing Whizzbee!’” The other curly haired boy replied sarcastically which made the dark brown haired boy push him slightly.
“Fuck you, Finn.”
“Just laying the truth down.” The boy beside Jack said as he took a seat next to Jack.
“Woah who’s that?” The boy with dark brown hair said as he turned to face Y/N which caused the boy beside him to turn too.
“This is Y/N, I met her a couple of minutes ago.” Wyatt replied while giving Y/N a smile. Y/N then gave the two boys a small, shy wave.
“Hi Y/N!! I’m Jack and this is my idiot friend, Finn.” Jack said as he reached for Y/N’s hand to shake. Y/N took his hand and gave it a little shake, she also went to go shake Finn’s hand.
“I think it’s the other way around, Jack.” Finn said while shaking his head disapprovingly. “But anyway, I’m Finn and Jack’s the idiot one.”
“Honestly, fuck off.”
Y/N and Wyatt laughed at their banter, Y/N knew that she was going to get a long well with these boys.
“Well, nice to meet you guys.” Y/N said with a small smile. She were glad she finally made friends after four years of failed attempts. Y/N wasn’t really the social type. She preferred to be by herself, but this year was different. This year, she managed to make friends with three boys much to her surprise.
“So Y/N, you’re a fifth year too?” Finn asked Y/N as he looked at her attentively, he seemed really interested in getting to know Y/N. Jack seemed to be interested too, for he was also looking at her attentively.
“Uhm, yea I am. You guys too right?” Y/N replied trying to get the conversation going though she didn’t have to try that hard, the boys were extremely easy to talk to.
“Yea we are.” Jack replied, Finn and Wyatt nodded in agreement, “What house are you in? I’m in Gryffindor.”
“I’m in Gryffindor also.” Finn said with a smile.
“I’m in Ravenclaw.” Wyatt added while showing you his Ravenclaw pin that was pinned on his sweater.
“I…I’m in Slytherin.” Y/N said shyly, whenever she told people her house people would almost always suddenly look at her differently, like she some sort of monster. Like she was the most intimidating person in the planet.
Wyatt, Jack, and Finn were different though. The three boys were in complete awe. Jack’s mouth was wide open and Finn had to close it for him.
“That’s fucking awesome, we’ve never met a Slytherin before.” Finn said in complete admiration.
“Right? We’ve never been friends with one, you’re our first Slytherin friend!” Jack stared at Y/N like she was some sort of goddess, Wyatt didn’t even say a word for was speechless.
“It’s really a big deal, I’m just a regular student like you guys.” Y/N said with a shy smile, she didn’t really understand why they were making such a big deal about her house.
“It is a big deal! At least for us.” Finn let out a small laugh before he continued, “I bet you’re a fucking badass, dude.”
“Not really to be honest with you.”
“Bullshit! Of course you are.” Jack exclaimed as he slammed his hands on his thighs for emphasis. Wyatt nodded in agreement which caused you to smile.
A prefect knocked on the compartment door, cutting Y/N off. Finn, who was closest to the door, opened it for the prefect.
“Put your robes on, we’re arriving in twenty minutes!” The prefect said in her thick Irish accent. Finn scratched the back of his head in confusion, he wasn’t sure what the prefect had just said, all four of them did not know what the prefect had just said . “Sorry, I… we completely missed that, what did you say again?” Finn timidly asked while looking down in embarrassment.
“I said, could you please put your robes on, we’re arriving in twenty minutes.” The girl said slowly, the four understood what she said this time.
“Alright, thank you so much!” Y/N replied to the prefect with a shy smile, she gave Y/N a smile in return before closing the compartment door.
“That was the same prefect that yelled at me when I was running around the train.” Jack said with a bit of bitterness in his voice which made the three of them laugh.
“Dude, it was your fault for running in the first place.”
“Fuck off, Finn I do what I want.” Jack’s remark made Y/N and Wyatt burst out laughing, Finn fell to the floor also laughing and pretty soon Jack joined the laughter.
It was crazy how fast the train ride was with Wyatt, Finn, and Jack. It was nothing compared to Y/N’s last four years before. In the past, train rides to Hogwarts felt like years, but with the boys it went by quick. Time does go by fast when having fun with friends.
The Welcoming Feast
Y/N sat in the Slytherin table with all the other Slytherins. She felt lonely without Wyatt, Finn, and Jack. She didn’t have anyone to talk to, she were alone in a table full of kids of her own house. She didn’t feel like talking to someone new either, Y/N didn’t have the courage that she had when she talked to Wyatt on the train.
As Y/N ate her meal, she scanned the Ravenclaw table for Wyatt. She found him in no time for his curly hair was hard to miss. Y/N saw him talking to a girl, though he looked like he wasn’t really interested in the conversation they were having, in fact, he looked bored. She stared at him some more, secretly hoping that he would catch her eye, but when he didn’t Y/N turned away, secretly disappointed.
Wyatt secretly hoped for the girl beside him to stop talking. She went on and on about this film that she watched over the summer and he sat there trying his best to act as if he was interested. He didn’t even know why this girl was talking to him the first place. He wondered if she was talking to the right person because she was talking as if he should know what she was talking about. Eventually, the girl stopped talking to him and Wyatt never felt so free.
Wyatt couldn’t get Y/N out of his head, something about her stuck with him and he didn’t know what it was. He began to scan the Slytherin table for Y/N and it didn’t take long for him to find her, for her (hair color) hair and her bright (eye color) stood out amongst the Slytherin crowd. As he ate his meal he found himself staring at her, he watch her toy with her food, looking bored. She didn’t have anyone to talk to, Wyatt secretly wanted to come over to her and speak to her so that she didn’t feel lonely. Sadly he couldn’t, so instead he stared at her hoping to her her attention, hoping that she somehow look at him and wave at him maybe. ‘This is creepy, I feel creepy. I should stop.’ Wyatt thought to himself after staring at Y/N for more than a minute. Deep down, Wyatt was disappointed that Y/N didn’t catch him staring at her.
After what seemed like forever, Headmistress McGonagall finally dismissed all the Hogwarts students to their common rooms to relax, for tomorrow morning classes would start.
Y/N followed her Slytherin peers to the Slytherin common room. Along the way, Y/N’s group bumped into a group of Ravenclaws. As soon as she noticed the Ravenclaw robe on one of the kids, Y/N immediately looked around for Wyatt and it didn’t take long for her to find him once again. Instead of just staring at him like in the Great Hall, she mustered up all her courage to yell out his name.
“Wyatt!” Y/N called out making Wyatt turn towards her rapidly. As soon as Wyatt saw Y/N, he couldn’t help but let out the biggest smile. Y/N, without thinking began to walk towards him. Wyatt also, without thinking began to walk towards Y/N. The two didn’t even notice their groups slowly leaving them.
“How was dinner?” Wyatt asked Y/N with the biggest smile.
“It was boring, I didn’t have anyone to talk to.” She said, giving Wyatt a half smile. “How was yours?”
“I was annoyed and kind of lonely. It was bad. My friend, Jeremy, sat far away from me and this random girl kept talking about this muggle movie that she watched over the summer. Gosh, I wanted to leave.” Wyatt said with an eyeroll which caused Y/N to laugh a little.
Y/N looked at her surroundings and saw that her group has left her, Wyatt also seemed to notice that his group has left him.
“Holy shit… my group! Fuck they left!” Wyatt exclaimed, panicking slightly. “Fuck, I have to solve that riddle all by myself now.” Wyatt ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
“Hey look at me, you can do it. Don’t panic. At least you only have to solve a riddle. I have to know which wall to whisper the password to. Shit, I don’t even know the password.” Y/N said trying to make Wyatt feel better. She managed to let out a laugh even though she was in deep shit. “You’ll be fine, Wyatt. Trust me. Now go okay? Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Y/N. Thanks for making me feel slightly better.” Wyatt reached out to Y/N and hugged her without thinking which caught Y/N off guard. It didn’t take long for Y/N to return the hug however.
“Bye, Wyatt.” Y/N said as she pulled away from Wyatt. The two then hurriedly ran to their dormitories, Wyatt ended up solving the riddle and Y/N was lucky enough to have someone from the inside to let her in.
To be continued.
I AM SORRY THAT THIS REQUEST TOOK 24354657 YEARS TO BE POSTED OMF, I WAS BRAINSTORMING A LOT OF IDEAS FOR THIS AND I CAME UP WITH SO MUCH THAT I COULDNT FIT IT IN ONE POST!!
I MIGHT JUST TURN THIS INTO A SERIES MAN IDK, IT’S UP TO YOU GUYS
Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @frickfracklesackles‘ Natalie’s 1,000 Follower Celebration Movie-Trope Challenge! CONGRATS GIRL, you deserve it! Go give her a follow if you haven’t already! For her challenge, I picked a character (actor in this case!), trope and a movie quote! Prompts are below and quote will be bolded in the fic. As always, I love feedback so much and my tag list is open; send me an ask if you want to join. :) I hope you like this! Also thank you to @avasmommy224 for reading this and giving me your opinion! It helps so much you have no idea :)
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 4,000-ish
Warnings: Fluff, Angst (a tad), mentions of cheating, I don’t want to give too much away!!!
Trope: 12. Meet actor on vacation and become lovers
Movie Quote: m. “Marriage! The end of spontaneous sex, traveling by yourself, and buying whatever you want without having to ask permission. Right?” - How To Be Single
Song Inspirations: “I Want You” by Kings of Leon, “Send My Love (To Your New Lover)” by Adele and “Rich” by Maren Morris
Who the hell came up with that word anyway? As I’m sitting here on this charter bus that’s taking me to my resort hotel, I’m watching about three newlywed couples about to get it on on the nasty, itchy seats that probably haven’t been cleaned in years. Rolling my eyes, I decided to grab my headphones out of my carry-on and shove them in my ears before I said something to them.
I decided to look up where the word ‘honeymoon’ came from before I had to witness post-marital bliss conjure right before my eyes.
Typing quickly on my phone, I could feel the bus pulling to a stop, but I wasn’t paying attention. It would be at least five minutes before I was able to get off this godforsaken bus anyway. Why did I choose a seat in the back again? I’ll never know.
As much as I wanted to color this in, I spent hours trying to find the fanfic this was inspired on lol It’s inspired by The Adviser; a story of king Eren and his thrusted trusted adviser Armin aka literally the only person he will listen to when it comes to making choices and will not question it at all, he just goes with it.
Ok, today I’ll tell you guys something I discovered while searching about the Sun and the Moon in alchemy – thanks for that, Pokémon.
And then I saw something I really think Royai fandom would like to know about, and I would love to know what you think about this.
Well, as you may know, stars and planets had a important role in alchemy, and that’s why I’m talking about this today: have you ever heard of the Red King and the White Queen Chemical Marriage? In alchemy, “the Red King and White Queen are allegorically brought together in the great work to produce a united whole”. The union of Red King and White Queen is often called the chemical marriage. In illustrations, it is depicted as courtship and sex. Sometimes they are garbed, as if just starting to be brought together, offering each other flowers (!).
Oh is it familiar? It’ll get better.
The Red King represents the Sun, the male, and its element is Sulfur.
The White Queen is the Moon, the female, and its element is Mercury.
“Descriptions of alchemical processes often describe the reactions of sulfur and mercury. The Red King is sulfur, the active, volatile and fiery principle, while the White Queen is mercury, the material, passive, fixed principle. Mercury has substance, but is has no definitive form on its own. It needs an active principle to shape it.”
Yeah, who did all the shaping in the flame alchemy our Queen Mercury had but couldn’t use? Our sun, our King Sulfur.
Some illustrations shows the King saying, in Latin, “Oh Luna (Moon), let me be thy husband,” reinforcing the marriage imagery. The Queen, however, says “Oh Sol (Sun), I must submit to thee.”
- Will you follow me?
- I will follow you into hell if you ask me to.
“Activity needs material to take physical form, but passive material needs definition to be anything more than potential.”
I would also like you to know that, while the Sun/Sulfur is Spirit, Moon/Mercury is Soul. When they marry, they finally become a whole.
So I don’t have idea if Hiromu Arakawa knows that. She researched a lot about alchemy, so she may know, and we all know she loves this kind of references. Maybe it’s just too much of a coincidence, tho. But in any case let’s face it: our King and Queen were written in the sky.
But it’s pissing me off that people are saying Disney would ruin it or that they don’t have anything to do with the making of Kingdom Hearts other than signing away copyrights.
I assure you Disney has everything to do with Kingdom Hearts. Disney is extremely protective of its properties and the family brand it is known for. Without working on the teams who have developed the KH series, there’s no accurate way to really know how much involvement they have other than interviews. Tetsuya Nomura has stated Disney gives them a lot more freedom now, but that’s precisely because the team at Square Enix always works so hard to maintain the integrity of Disney properties in each and every single game in this series.
Not to mention the fact that they stated Disney animators have been helping with the development of Kingdom Hearts III. Not to mention the fact that they announced the story set in San Fransokyo would take place after Big Hero 6, which is literally kind of granting the KH team the storyline to a sequel.
“Disney doesn’t market KH and pretends like it doesn’t exist!”
KH games have been the focus of many features on the Disney Channel over the years. There haven’t been any in a while, but we also haven’t had a game on the same magnitude as KH2 in a while. I promise you there will be a lot more tie ins come KH3.
Disney World has Kingdom Hearts figures, a t-shirt, and hoodie at the Japan pavilion in Epcot. It’s possible they may have even more than that now, considering I worked at WDW back in 2015. You can find King Mickey pins in pretty much every park as well.
Bring up Kingdom Hearts when you meet Donald and Goofy or disneybound as a KH character; they’ll be so excited.
Bring up Kingdom Hearts to cast members around the parks and you’ll find many fellow fans.
A lot of you may think the pins as pre-order bonuses aren’t good but Disney pins have a huge following and honestly it was a great idea and I really really love mine.
Release parties for 1.5 and 2.5 were held on Disney properties around the world. And last but not least, the official KH social media accounts have been especially active as of late (though they get bombarded with hate regarding KH3 not bring out yet unfortunately).
Is Disney perfect? No. Could they do better? Maybe.
But to say the company doesn’t care or has little to no input in the series is extremely ignorant.
Request: imagine being in love
with Caspian but you think he’s in love with Susan so you try to avoid him but
he finds you demanding why you’re ignoring him and you confess your feeling and
he feels the same so you kiss.
allybrookeofficial: NIGHT THREE • 7/7 • BIRTHDAY! 🎂🎈🎉 *SWIPE* The birthday of my dreams. Thank you to GOD for blessing me with my beautiful friends and family. To be surrounded with that much love on my birthday was so heartwarming and beautiful. You have no idea. I just have so much gratitude in my heart. I feel so blessed. @mikesnedegar you are THE king of Vegas! Thank you for taking care of me each and every time my dear. So grateful for you. And thank you for all of the love each and every one of YOU gave me, my wonderful angels. May God’s blessing shine on you all! My wish is for all of the love, kindness, and happiness to be spread throughout the world ☀️💞
Laurent and the Regent. I have to talk about this one here.
Do you think 13-year-old
Laurent had feelings for the Regent? Do you think he had feelings for him like
Aimeric did, like Nicaise did? Because… hear me out…
That “…” here? Was it something like “after everything that had happened between us” and then half way through these words he understands that this
“everything” is not some memory that the Regent keeps dear to his heart, it’s a
nuisance, a handicap. While to Laurent it’s something different still. Something like “maybe he won’t kill me, because of what we were to each other once.”
And then there’s this:
He’s talking about himself here. The long silence? Was he
going to say “Like me” but thought against it? Because he ALSO did not think he
could hurt him. Was Nicaise smarter even than Laurent, who still thought his
uncle wouldn’t kill him, but would like to keep him around?
Do you think in his early
years Laurent had to live through losing his mother, his beloved brother, his
father, and then through being abandoned and replaced by the last person he
dared to still trust and open up to? Do you think this is what was going
through his head when he did not want to be there when Damen was supposed to
leave Ravenel after their first night together and he wasn’t supposed to ever
see him again? He just ran away so that he won’t have to watch Damen abandoning
him, like everybody else in his life did. God, how much did it hurt to know
that the person you love would leave in the morning and wouldn’t come back, and
it’s the last time you get to be close to him? What did he have to step on inside
his head to gather the strength to ask him to stay?
I bet this is why he was
so hello-lover-pissed at him at KR, too. He had this idea in his head that even
if he DOES see Damen after Ravenel, it’s when he’s king Damianos again, and
they will be in “every man for himself” position, all political, not necessarily
on the same side anymore, and that Damen would go back to his way of life, and
his kingdom, and his bed slaves, while Laurent would be abandoned, and forgotten,
and unwanted again. And there he was, mighty king Damianos (pissed after the
Charcy incident), representing everything Laurent was afraid of.
Prompt: “I was never meant to be queen. Without him I am nothing.” Additional Prompt: So, regarding the GoT thing you want to write, I have an idea for Robb: the reader was supposed to be the Queen in the North, as Robb’s Queen, but after his death she says she can’t do it. You could do flashbacks to their marriage and such. It might be a little too sad though, no? If so then just disregard this. Regardless, I look forward to reading whatever it is you write! I’m so excited for the new season! Much love xx
A/N: So the voting was pretty much all Robb! Which i’m totally cool with as (despite his death) he still remains my favourite character, though I love Jon very much. Anyways… I got a few requests and I thought this one (to me) sounded the most interesting and intriguing to write so I chose it. But do not fret, if you sent in one just send it again into my asks and i’ll write it as a request i’ve taken in :) thank you for sending in your idea, this was so fun to write!
Requested by: anonymous.
Pairing: Robb x Reader
Warnings: mentions of death, little bit of smut but it’s only mentioned really. Slightly AU as i had to change the way Robb died a bit so it fit my story line better. Roose Bolton has not betrayed Robb… yet, and Catelyn is still alive, Robb died in battle.
“Please, my Lady, your people need you.”
You didn’t make any movement that you’d heard Roose, a trusted advisor of yours, and instead continued to stare at the table before you. Littered across was battle plans, a map of battle fields, you could see almost every part of the world. Winterfell, Iron Islands… Kings-Landing. Your hands softly grazed across the messy table, your eyes wet with unshed tears. “Lady Stark, with all do respect, if we are to finish what Lord Stark began, you must lead them.”
A bitter dry laugh echoed as you finally lifted your head to look over at Roose. “A woman leading a war?” You asked sarcastically, “that’s almost unheard of Lord Bolton.”
He only regarded you with a small nod. It was the first time you’d really taken any notice of your surroundings since everything. As you stared at Roose, his arms folded politely behind his back and his head held high in respect, you felt as if you were staring at another person for the first time in forever. Servants had of course come in to check on you regularly, bathe you, feed you but you’d been so mind-fogged of everything that it felt as if you hadn’t even been there.
“Your people are scared, they need their queen to lead them.”
With a bright smile, you turned in the bed, finding your delightful husband standing before you. You couldn’t help but graze his features hungrily, his curly auburn locks, sky blue eyes, his body that made you melt at the sight. You couldn’t help but ask yourself how you had gotten so luck to find a charismatic and kind man like him. Everything Robb did was for his family, for you, never for himself.
You giggled upon his words, the name ‘Stark’ on you felt foreign. It had only been nothing more than an hour since your name changed from nothing to Stark, and though you couldn’t have been more happy, it still stunned you each time it came from someone’s lips. “Oh, i’m a Lady now am I?” You teased, sitting up in the bed. The blankets that had kept you warm slipped from your shoulders, your sheer nightgown left for Robb’s viewing.
You watched as his eyes immediately fell to your chest and you smiled even wider. You’d worn this exact one for the fact that it matched Robb’s eyes and you knew he loved it.
When he looked back up at you, you blushed faintly. “You always have been.” He states, pulling off his wedding attire slowly. You watch him intently until he’s only in his trousers and a shirt, it was odd to see him in such little clothing. It was always so cold here, and though you’d grown use to it, you missed being able to feel Robb rather then all his heavy attire.
He crawls on the bed, setting down his sword and throwing his clothes to the side. When he reaches you, you grab his face, your thumb softly rubbing over the rough skin with fondness. You stared into each others eyes, finding all that you’ve ever needed there. “I love you, you know that?” You asked, bringing his head closer to yours. You feel his hands fall on your waist as he holds you tight.
“Yes,” he nods. “And I love you.” He says as he grabs your right hand, pulling up so he can look at the ring on your finger. You stare at it as well, with admiration as the gold flashes in the dimly lit room. “My Queen.” He whispers softly, bring your ring finger up to his lips.
“I am no Queen.”
Roose’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second, faltering in his words. You understand the frustration he must feel, this has been going on for days. You knew that you were acting unfit for how you were suppose to, but somehow you found you didn’t care. Everything felt empty, like you were lost or you not in your own body and rather staring down at yourself, lost in the past. “My Lad-”
“Lord Bolton,” you interrupt, walking closer to him and falling next to the bed you’d shared with Robb. You finger the soft material, relishing in the warmth as it gives you almost a sliver of happiness. “Tell me, do you know what it is like to loose the only one you’ve ever loved?” You weren’t accusing him of never having heart break, no. In this world everyone experiences some kind of heart break. In this world, nothing was right and nothing is just.
He shakes his head, “no, Lady Stark, I can’t say I do.”
“I do.” Your voice cracks just for a second, before you catch yourself. “And I have for the past two days. I have no family, Lord Bolton. I came from nowhere but Robb… Robb found me, and despite him being a highborn and me, nothing but a servant he accepted me with open arms. His mother, Lady Stark, accepted me with open arms. I have never loved or been loved by anyone, except Robb.”
“I’m sorry, my Lady.” Roose apologizes quietly. You take a deep breath, shaking your head. You needed to be alone, turning around you head back over to the table, taking a seat. Your head falls in your hands as you let your eyes zone out. “Leave me.” Is all you say and you faintly hear the flap of your tent open before there is only silence.
“Is that anyway to treat your King?” Robb asks, you stare up at him without amusement. You brush a strand of hair that had fallen from your braid, hugging your thin cloak tighter to yourself. Being the King in the North, you guess you should be more afraid of the man standing before you. But after everything you’d been through, you just can’t find any fear within you.
“I apologize my Lord, I did not know I was being rude.” You monotonously apologize, turning to walk away with a quick bow. A hand falls on your arm, immediately stopping your movement. With shock, you look back at Robb, your brows furrowing in confusion. His eyes seem stuck on you, though you’re not sure why, and you find yourself bewildered when he does not say anything. “My Lord? I imagined you’d want me to leave.”
“What’s your name?” Robb asked, completely dismissing your previous comment.
“Y/N.” You say softly, speaking about your name was never something you liked. Though there wasn’t exactly anything wrong with your name, you definitely did not appreciate the follow up question that you knew would come afterwards.
“Y/N?” He repeats, and you can’t help but catch the almost fondness behind his words. “No last name?”
“I have no last name my Lord.” You explain curtly.
“No last name?” He asked, appalled almost by your response. You decided to only nod in agreement. “That’s almost unheard of… do you not having any parents?”
“Left me when I was a babe.”
There was a moment of silence as Robb almost thinks over what you’ve just told him. You are not shocked by his silence, it was very uncommon for you to not even have any memory of your parent or last name. It was something you’d lived with your entire life, so you are used to the odd stares and the loneliness. You stare up at men and women like Robb with envy, not because of their name or fame, because of the love they receive.
“You have no home?” Robb asks after the silence, you nod. “No family?” Again you nod, unsure of where he is leading this conversation. But respectively you remain silent, he is your King, last name or not, and he can easily kill you if he sees fit. “Come with me.” Is all he says as he gently pulls on the grip he has on your arm.
“It would be wrong of me as a King to leave one of my people unsheltered in times of war.”
“Y/N?” A soft feminine voice sounds through your tent after a few moments after Roose has left. Your head turns to the newcomer, finding Catelyn standing at the entrance of your tent. Your eyes scan her state and you find her eyes red, her skin pale and she looks anything but well. Guilt fills within you as you realize how selfish you’d been that you had not gone to check up on your mother-in-law.
“Lady Stark.” You greet, standing up from your seat. “What are you doing here?”
“Roose sent me.” She admits softly and you nod, you should’ve known that he wouldn’t leave you alone. He’d only call for the only one that might actually be able to speak to you, other than Robb, but Robb wasn’t here anymore, you thought disdainfully. “I hear that you’re refusing your title as queen.”
“I apologize Lady Stark if I am being un-respectful,” you mumble softly to yourself as you look down at your hands. Your eyes find your wedding ring, shining in all it’s mocked glory and tears well within your eyes once again. You take a breath, trying to level out your voice as you find yourself slipping. “I just do not know how to lead these people without him.”
“Y/N, there is no one better fit than you.”
“Y/N, look at me.” Catelyn orders, and you make the note that it is oddly softer than normal. Catelyn liked you, she had told you herself, but loosing her husband, her girls and her boys all the same had made her hard. Loosing Robb had only added to it all.
Hesitantly you look up, embarrassed that you hadn’t been able to hold down your tears. When your eyes found hers, and you saw the compassion she held behind them, you let out a small sob. Your eyes crinkled in distress, and suddenly there were arms around you. You were pulled against the warmth of Catelyn as she hugged you tightly. You let yourself fall, just once as you sobbed into her shoulder. She said nothing but hold you and you found solace you hadn’t felt in days.
“Robb?” You called softly, your voice nothing but a whisper as you stood slightly behind Robb. You let your eyes wander at the woods around you, peaceful despite all that had happened.
When Robb didn’t reply, you stepped forward until you were just behind Robb. it broke your heart the way you could hear his soft whimpers, and you knew without having to look at him that he was desperately trying to hold them in. It was unfit for a man to cry, it was unheard of for a king to cry even more so. But you didn’t care, you never had. All this pressure that had been placed upon him was too much, and it didn’t help that he couldn’t ever show the fear you knew he held.
“Robb, look at me.” You ordered, your voice gentle. Finally, he turned to you, and your face fell at the redness around his eyes. There was unshed tears brimming, and it almost looked as if they’d fall every time he blinked. He says nothing to you, but lets out another, small sob. You say nothing yourself, only reached your hands up and grab him. Robb’s head falls into your shoulder and you squeeze him so tight, and your fingers curl around his hair. “Robb it’s okay. You can cry to me.”
“I want my family back together.” Is all he says and you nuzzle into his neck. Seventeen he was, barely a man but forced to take on a role of one. Without his father to guide him, without his siblings to support him, you’re astonished that he’s done so well. Of course you had faith in him, but that did not erase the fact that what he had accomplished was incredibly amazing for a boy his age.
You grab his face, staring into his eyes. “I believe in you, my King. I always have. Do not think for one second that all those men out there don’t, don’t think for one second your mother does not. You are an amazing King, and I have every faith within me that you will bring your family together.”
“I was never meant to be queen. Without him I am nothing.” You whisper to Catelyn, and before you even have a second to breathe you hear her sigh and tsk in disagreement.
“You are a Stark, Y/N. You always have been.” You stare up into her eyes, finding nothing but truth behind them. You nod reluctantly to her words, taking a deep breath and cleaning yourself up. Then you remember who you are, and you falter. “Loosing Robb does not change that.”
“How do I lead them? I am nothing but a girl.”
“You are the Queen in the North,” she reminds you. “You watched Robb make his battle plans everyday, and these men have faith in you. More faith than I have ever seen them have. Do not fret, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Lady Stark.” You smile weakly up at her and she nods, holding her head strong for you. You respect her more than she’ll ever know, but now you need to prove to her that Robb taught you well. You need to prove to Robb that you loved him and lead his men into battle so that one day his mother can reunite with her family.
His eyes were all you could see. Happiness was all you could feel as you stared up at the love of your life. Robb was dressed in his formal wedding attire, you adorned in a beautiful wedding gown. One you personally didn’t think you belonged in, but Robb had insisted.
Staring down at your tangled hands, you gripping his tighter. He stared lovingly down at you and you pressed your forehead against his. All you could see was the love he shined down at you. Love you’d never experience before this moment and you couldn’t help but relish in the feeling it brought you. This was it. This was the day you’d finally have a last name. This was the day you’d finally have someone who loved and cared for you.
Opening your mouth, you whispered along with Robb; “father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger.” You could feel his breath hitting against your own. You could smell his scent strongly and you could feel nothing but him. “I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”
There was clapping and cheers, but it all sounded faded as you and Robb shared a smile. You laughed lightly, him leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You grabbed his face, pulling him closer as you closed your eyes. Leaning back slightly, you stared up and whispered to him; “my King.”
The Losers are around the campfire and Richie always brings his guitar and usually he’ll strum or play a well known song to fill the silence or the soft chatter amongst his friends. He doesn’t know how to play real well yet but Eddie still finds it soothing and hums to the rhythm from time to time and smiles at Richie encouragingly if he messes up a note or gets his fingers tangled and has to start all over.
Eddie and Richie and sitting close together and Richie leans into Eddie’s ear while the rest of the gang are talking and he whispers, “I’ve been working on something for you.”
Eddie smiles and looks up at the long haired boy, “Really?”
Richie nods and places his fingers nervously against the strings before strumming.
“I like my boys just like I like my honey, sweet, a little selfish..”
The rest of the Losers barely notice Richie singing. Eddie’s cheeks get really red and Richie continues to sing to him, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s.
“All the pretty boys in the world But I’m in this space with you Colored out the line I came to find, my fire was fate with you”
Eddie can’t stop grinning and looking down because he’s nervous and in love and he wants to kiss Richie but he also doesn’t want him to ever stop singing because his voice is beautiful and he so is his face and he had no idea he could ever be this much in love with someone until Richie ends the song and leans down and places a soft kiss to Eddie’s cheek.