i named one of them 'robert'

Mr. & Mrs. Eric Richard Bittle

and

Mr. Robert Zimmermann &

Mrs. Alicia Carter Zimmermann

invite you to celebrate

the marriage of their sons

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Eric Richard Bittle Jr.

and

Jack Laurent Zimmermann

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Saturday, the twenty-ninth of June

two thousand and nineteen

at eleven o’clock in the morning

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Reception to follow

Mirror For The Sun - Part 9: Las Vegas

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, shameless twisting of canon to suit my lazy writing needs

Word Count: 4335

Author’s Note: Ok I don’t know how I feel about this part but this is the second rewrite and I just… here it is.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

After days crammed in the car and a night sleeping in the woods, this enormous suite in this luxury hotel feels excessive. Nat seemed to blend right in, a smug grin painting her face, not a hair out of place, a sleek dress to match the sleek tables and bright furniture. She’s the exact opposite of her friend, linked arm in arm with her, hair a soft tangle, still in that hoodie whose campfire smell lingers every time she moves. Just thinking about the smell of it reminds me of the morning but I shake the thought from my head, there are enough distractions here.

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woah boy it’s warm out

Turns out my computer doesn’t really want to not burn me alive when it’s summer, so today, a very hot day, my girlfriend @kaisukidoodles and I collaborated using hers, which I have no idea how to handle. :’) This resulted in a mishmash of colezra pairs (etc), drawn in varying levels of haste.
Art blog: questionartbox
Kai’s art blog: kaisukidoodles

When We Collide

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”So what you’re saying is that I woke up this morning expecting everything to be butterflies and rainbows, called my chauffeur to pick me up and wasted gas all the way over to my office just because you couldn’t satisfy my request?”

Luke’s tone rose by each word that left past his pink lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his marker rolling between his fingers.

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Netflix Death Note: My Thoughts

So the long awaited American adaptation of Death Note arrived on Netflix on Friday the 25th of August, and it’s clear to see that the reviews are certainly mixed.

Let’s just jump right in and get down to the many faults with this adaptation.

Note* This isn’t all doom and gloom, as I think there is definitely some room for appraisal. There will be many spoilers ahead but who cares, right?

Light Turner (Light Yagami):

Light is essentially a bit of a loser, taking crap from bullies and even from L. As we know from the anime, Light isn’t hesitant on throwing in a good ol’ punch to the face. Yet in this adaptation, Light seems to just accept any grief that he is presented with. In addition to this, Light appears to be a bit of a loner, as we never see him socialising with any friends. Now in the anime, whilst it wasn’t common for Light to have the boys around for a few games of Mario Kart, he was still acknowledged around school to “hang out” with other students, but he of course declined because he’s a busy bee with a rotten world to cleanse

Another point to mention regarding Netflix Light is how careless he is. At many moments throughout the movie, Light can be seen shouting about the Death Note whilst in loud conversation with Mia (Misa Amane) and he even has his Death Note out on his lap during gym class. Whereas we all know that anime Light would never do something like that. He understood the importance of keeping the Death Note hidden from absolutely everyone, and wouldn’t dare openly talk about it in public. Because why would he be so careless? He wouldn’t. This links in to Lights intelligence, or so to say, craftiness.

Netflix Light doesn’t appear to be the brains of the operation, except at a few key points towards the end of the movie. throughout the anime, Light had his head screwed on from the start, and he allowed absolutely nothing to get in his way. He also wouldn’t sacrifice the Death Note for anyone or anything (except when Sayu, but of course he had a plan to wind up getting the Death Note back) In the Netflix adaptation, it is more Mia who has true intentions for the Death Note, and it appears that Light doesn’t really have everything set in stone, as he did in the anime. I’ll elaborate more on that when I discuss Mia’s character.

A crucial key aspect to mention is that at no point did Light proclaim “I am the God of the new world”, which is severely disappointing,as anime Light genuinely believed that he was Justice, but Netflix Light just wants to be a do-gooder and be rid of the bad guys. Netflix Light also never has a psychotic moment of ranting to Ryuk, himself, or anyone for that matter. Anime Light is iconic for having random outbursts of craziness, as all great characters do, but Netflix Light is pretty chill throughout the movie, with the exception of the moments in which he thought he was about to get caught out. I just believe that it would’ve been more enjoyable for Netflix Light to have been portrayed as the Evil Genius that we know him as.

Now onto Mia Sutton (Misa Amane):

In complete contrast to Anime Misa, a cute blonde model with a slight sinister streak, Mia Sutton is a dark haired edgy cheerleader who smokes (see? bad habits = bad movie) In a weird way, from watching Mia, I got the feeling that she was more suited to be Light Yagami than what Netflix Light was. Let me explain: At the beginning of the movie, Mia is the typical semi-popular good looking cheerleader. However, the look on her face is like a constant expression of boredom, similar to anime Light at the beginning. When Mia discovers the power of Lights Death Note, she is the one who is more keen on changing the world, as though it was her all along who has been “bored” of how things have been working out in the legal system, and as though she is the one with the real desire to be rid of all criminals in the world. This includes the lives of innocents who stand in her way.

The key difference between Mia and Misa is that Mia’s drive to use the Death Note is for her own personal desire, and she is very willing to throw Light under the bus, as revealed when she wrote his name in the notebook and promised to burn it so long as he gave her ownership of it. Whereas Misa on the other hand done everything under Lights instruction, and wouldn’t dare step out of line. This can be said to be because Misa was infatuated with Light, therefore her use of the Death Note was to assist him. If anything, Mia is more problematic to Light, despite being clever, that what Misa was.

This adaptation really spun things around for Misa’s character, as it conveyed Mia as intelligent, and only looking out for herself. I suppose this is only considered a fault if you prefer the original Misa.

Furthermore, the relationship between Light and Mia is also in stark contrast to Light and Misa. Netflix Light appears to be genuinely in love with Mia, and it actually seems that he is more interested in her than what she is with him, as we can assume she is only in it for the Death Note. Anime Light has zero romantic attraction to Misa, and only kept her safe as he was under threat from Rem. If it wasn’t for that, Light would’ve disposed of Misa in a heartbeat in order to make matters less problematic for himself. And yes, whilst we can say “but Netflix Light wrote Mia’s name in the Death Note” I don’t believe that was his intention from the start. I think he genuinely loved Mia, but upon realising that she was going behind his back and eventually holding his life against him, he had to fight back.

Another cringe detail on Mia and Lights relationship is how edgy and quirky they are. Their relationship is portrayed as slightly darker than anime Light and Misa. For example, they “make out” whilst writing names in the notebook. Honestly, how twisted does one have to be to get in the mood whilst killing people? In addition to their edge & quirk, Netflix Light has a “normal people scare me” picture in his locker, next to a picture of the two of them, Light and Mia. C'mon guys, only the edgiest of teens own American Horror Story merchandise. Having said that, I do see a slight resemblance between Netflix Light and Mia to Evan Peters and Emma Roberts… Oh, not to mention their edgy homecoming pictures. Choking? Very edgy indeed.

Now onto L:

Whilst my thoughts on L may be bias, as he is my favourite character in the anime and the movie, I am able to acknowledge his faults. Let’s start with his irrationality. For the beginning of the movie, Netflix L appeared to walk in similar footsteps to that of anime L, with some minor changes such as the way in which he addressed Kira during a press release, and confronted Light in a cafe of sorts. However, the calm and collected demeanour suddenly shifts after Watari’s disappearance, when L begins to panic. Instead of taking a rational approach, as anime L would, Netflix L decides to let his emotions get the better of him, and carries out a series of irrational behaviours: starting with almost assaulting Light at his house, before being stopped by a poorly portrayed Soichiro Yagami (but more on that later), then onto stealing a police car and, whilst being armed with a gun, recklessly chases after Light, and then attempts to shoot him. As we have witnessed in the anime, L isn’t keen on moving around much, so this adaptation was probably a bit too quick and fast to suit anime L. Another mistake Netflix L makes is announcing to a bystander that he is a detective and Light is Kira, and that’s why he’s pointing a gun at him. Of course, L is ultimately struck down by this bystander, allowing Light to escape. What was disappointing about this was that anime L would’ve known that virtually anyone could be a Kira supporter, and would’ve done anything to protect who they thought was Kira, so the real rational minded L wouldn’t have made that announcement. To be fair, the real rational minded L wouldn’t have been having a physical showdown with Kira in the back alley of a restaurant in the first place.

My final kick at Netflix L is that he’s a bit of a crybaby, very much unlike anime L. Throughout the movie, Netflix L is shown to be very passionate about justice and all that business, but he seems a little /too/ passionate. He is even seen to be crying at the end of the movie, which we know is very uncommon for the original L. This can be perceived to make L look weak, and sort of as though he’s lost the “war”.

In conclusion to Netflix L, this adaptation managed to maintain his quirks and mannerisms, however I do believe that he was made to be more emotional, which I guess is a good thing as we get to see that he is a real human.

Ok so here’s a lil list of various other flaws that aren’t necessarily worth making a big rant about:

.Watari’s name is Watari, and not an alias. This made it easy for Light (well technically Mia) to kill him.

.Wammy’s house has a different name, and it’s also dead. The orphanage has been abandoned and it just looks sad.

.The guy who played the guy who’s supposed to be Soichiro Yagami (cba learning the names) was not the best at all. His performance was so dry and pretty much annoying. The real daddy yagami wouldn’t stand for this.

.There is no Mello, Near, Matt, or any of the task force.

.Lights mum is dead and there isn’t a little sister who can’t do quadratic equations.

.Everything seems to move a bit too fast in the film, so I think that if you weren’t familiar with Death Note, then you’d probably be confused as to what’s happening.

.Ryuk isn’t that thing in the corner that laughs maniacally and makes the odd quip. Instead, he’s quite keen on making Light give up the Death Note, as he can see the trouble it’s causing. Anime Ryuk is preferable as he thrived off the chaos, which made his character more appealing.

There are most likely many more but I feel like I’ve dug deep enough.

I have to admit, the soundtrack for the Netflix adaptation was actually really good

She is Beauty (Tom Holland x Reader)

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You’re one of the starring roles in Avengers: Infinity War, and your current mission is to make it to the premier on time and not make an idiot of yourself. Minor problem…you’re new to the movie business and clumsy as fuck. 

Warning: I love swearing, okay? Fuck.

Words: 1,397


“Holy shit,” You muttered to as you watched the lady through the mirror making your hair into a messy bun like it was the easiest thing ever. “Holy shit, holy shit, I’m going to be late.”

“…And done!” The lady exclaims, stepping back and smiling proudly at her creation. You twisted around to see the various angles, internally gasping at how perfectly casual the bun looked. The lady twirled your chair slowly, letting you admire the new look.

“Is it good?”

You can only nod, smiling brightly and bouncing up and down in your seat..

“Oh thank god.” The hair stylist sighs, placing a hand on her chest in relief. “I was afraid it was too simple. Nothing on you miss, but isn’t a messy bun easy to make? Why not do it at home?”

“I’m kind of-well, really bad at doing hair and stuff.” You explain, jumping out of the chair and rushing to get your things all while trying not to ruin the bun.

“I’m also going to be late for this event,” You say over your shoulder, fumbling with your bag. “And it’s not the kind of thing you can be late to, so… “

One hand holding your bun in place you whip around and sling your bag over your shoulder. “There’s actually a movie premier happening down the road in an hour or so…” The stylist says, starting to connect the dots. “Are you-are you going?

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OKAY BUT DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN the companion who stayed with the Doctor the longest was a piper’s son named Jamie McCrimmon from 18th century Scotland who couldn’t read or write and had no idea what a radio or a toaster or an elevator was, much less a time-and-space-ship? And who probably mentally catalogued Daleks and Cybermen as “metal beasties” and “the other metal beasties”, and made fun of the Doctor for never, ever landing the TARDIS even remotely where he intended, but still called him a clever wee chappie and would follow this rumpled-looking little Englishman to the ends of the earth without hesitation?

And then remember how the Time Lords ripped the Doctor’s companions away from him and wiped their memories, and Jamie woke up in the middle of the Battle of Culloden with a redcoat shooting at him, and the Doctor was exiled on Earth with a broken TARDIS so he could never find them again?

And then remember that one time on the Scottish moors when Ten used the name Doctor McCrimmon.

I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT JAMES ROBERT MCCRIMMON OKAY.

becoming mr sugden

ao3 link

three times aaron was accidentally called mr sugden, and one time he wasn’t.

i. (the first time)

The first time someone accidentally calls him Mr Sugden, it throws Aaron. Sure, he’d heard Robert call him Mr Sugden a hundred times, in so way different ways - in that low, sultry, come to bed voice of his, in soft whispers over breakfast in the morning, but it sounded so different coming from the voice of a nurse at Hotten General.

“Mr Sugden? Your husband is finished up with the doctor,” she said, offering him a kindly smile.

Aaron’s too worked up to correct her, too worried about Robert to even really register that his name wasn’t Sugden. “Is he alright?” he asked, following her down the busy hallway.

He’d gotten a phonecall from the hospital to tell him Robert had been involved in a car accident, and he didn’t remember much more after that. Aaron had just grabbed his car keys and gone, driving over the speed limit the entire way from Emmerdale to Hotten.

He hadn’t thought much of not hearing from Robert for a few hours, knowing his husband was prone to spending hours schmoozing new clients during their initial meeting - Aaron had figured Robert would text when he could, so to get a phonecall from Hotten General to say he was hurt, he hadn’t exactly been prepared.

“He’s fine, just a bit shaken up I think,” she said. “Just a few cuts and bruises.”

Aaron let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding as he’d sat, waiting to find how how Robert was. He was okay, he was fine - Robert was fine. He followed the nurse into the ward, Robert sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a gash on his forehead.

“Robert.” Aaron practically breathed his name, studying his face carefully, counting every new scratch and bruise. A cut across his nose, a bruise on the underside of his jaw, a lengthy gash on his forehead.

His self confidence would take a beating, until they healed.

“I’m okay.” Robert reassured, reaching out to squeeze Aaron’s hand, his grip tight. “A learner driver took the corner too fast, slammed into me. I’m fine, I swear - just a few cuts and bruises.”

“And a sprained wrist,” another nurse piped up, holding a clipboard close to her chest.

Aaron looked at Robert’s left hand, his wrist strapped up tightly in a support. “It’s nothing major, at least?” he said, an almost hopeful tone to his voice.

“Nothing serious.” Robert confirmed, still looking a little shaken. “I can’t say the same for my car though, the driver door is mangled.”

“As long as you’re okay,” Aaron murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of Robert’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo, the lingering scent of his cologne.

He hated to ever feel as though he was going to lose Robert, lose this, lose them.

“Mr Sugden?”

“Yeah?” Aaron and Robert said in unison, the two of them looking at each other in shock as the nurse laughed. `

“The Mr Sugden who was in the car accident,” she teased, paperwork in hand. “Sign here, and you’re free to go.”

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CERSEI LANNISTER

cersei has been with her husband for so long that some people joke they’re actually brother and sister. seriously, they’re not. that’s gross and she wishes everyone would stop saying it. they did grow up together though. cersei and jaime met when they were barely more than toddlers, and they have been together ever since. there was, however, a brief separation when they went away to university. 

looking for a taste of independence, cersei started dating robert baratheon. unfortunately, robert thought it was okay to date a few dozen people on the side. in an attempt to be valiant, jaime tried to show him the err of his ways. he lost the fight but won cersei’s heart. the two were reunited and now share three children and a home in san myshuno.

anonymous asked:

okay, what are some of your favorite obscure ya books (as in, like no one has read them but youre trying to get everyone to read them bc you love them so much)?

LEMME SEE

and because im a total cheat, heres a couple of adult ones too (BECAUSE THEYRE AMAZING AND I GOTTA REC THEM)

also, you can find another list here but its not exclusively ya or anything (also sorry, it got pretty long woops)

A little edit and gift for my friend Alex that requested It ❤ I really like this edit and I love so much these two adorable guys *^* hope you like It too ~

(I chose the line “I’m not giving up yet” because I was thinking about the third place at the Grand Prix Final… NEVER FORGIVE NEVER FORGET.) Credits:

@ Aaron Taylor Johnson (photo icon)
@ Photo by Robert Frank, New York, 1947 (first pic)
@ Dylan Fosket, photo by Jakob Axelman (second pic)
@ Almaty, Kazakhstan (third pic)
@ Harley Davidson SuperLow (fifth pic)

As usual I found all of the pics on Pinterest and only one or two were credited. I tried to find all of the original owners but If you know their names please tell me so I can add them!

ddadds cult ending

what if the reason robert became self-destructive and turned to substance use is because he was held captive by cult dad and psychologically shattered

so he’s so, so determined to not let that happen to player dad. your character won’t have to go through this alone and terrified, sweating in the dark as shadows slither up the walls, as voices whisper uncertainty and malevolence. 

he gets his knife collection, he gives amanda a nerf gun full of holy water and teaches her how to use it. “and remember, kiddo, punch with your thumb OUTSIDE your fist. you’re gonna need all your fingers at college, don’t want to break them.”

they go demon hunting.

the dark place knows him. knows how helpless he was, how broken. 

“hey, robert. remember when i made you think that someone was coming for you? no one cares, though. no one would give a fuck if you died.”

“hey, robert. remember when you were so desperate for something to drink that you-”

when he falters, remembering the sense of utter aloneness and abjection, amanda doesn’t.

“LEAVE MY DADS ALONE, YOU CREEPY DOUCHEBAG!” 

the entity has other bodies, other names. but today, they work together and drive back the darkness. today, for the first time in his life, robert can fight back. (did amanda just call him… her dad?)

player dad, even though he’s only been held in the dungeon for a day, is still messed up. the demon’s mark burns on his hand, and the venom burns in his blood.  robert manhandles him into clean sweats, makes him drink blue gatorade (the best flavor) in between nightmares. 

“amanda, amanda- no- leave her alone- oh god, amanda…”

“look at me. he can’t hurt you, he’s not going to hurt her. you’re safe. you’re okay.”

and when the shadows start hissing and writhing, robert and amanda pull out some holy books and start shouting back. 

player dad wakes up from a week-long illness which he only vaguely remembers, his hand stiff and bandaged. why is robert’s toothbrush in his house? why is amanda calling robert pop pop? he senses that, somehow, a long nightmare has ended. and that they’re a family now. it’s too good to question, so he never asks. 

sugdens-robert  asked:

9 or 14 pls lorna 😇😇😇

i decided to combine them bc why not!! happy new year sarah!

#9 “i think this is the sexiest you’ve ever looked.”

#14 “i’m broke but i - i wanted to make your birthday special this year.”

Being nineteen years old, flat broke because your uncle doesn’t pay you anything close to minimum wage for the apprenticeship you were doing with him, and having your boyfriends twenty first birthday come around right when your savings were close to gone, wasn’t really an ideal situation.

Robert did everything, for him. Robert had - he’d been the perfect boyfriend, right from the start, right from when they had shared that first panicked kiss when Aaron was sixteen.

They broken up and gotten back together a few times since then, had danced around each other for long enough, but they’d been solid, since Aaron’s eighteenth birthday, the Christmas the one that had brought them together for good.

Robert had gotten him a weekend away, down in London, for his nineteen birthday, a few months previous, and here he was, on Robert’s twenty-first birthday, on a birthday that was supposed to matter, wearing his funeral suit, a tie he’d borrowed from Paddy, and holding a picnic basket.

It was hardly a private hotel room in London, the dinners out and the cocktails and the London Eye, Robert swallowing down his completely irrational fear of heights to stick it out with him.

He was a shit boyfriend.

Swallowing his annoyance, Aaron raised a fist, knocking on the door of the farmhouse. It only took half a second for Robert to answer, his boyfriend wearing a crisp white shirt and blue trousers, looking entirely out of place in the surroundings of the farm, just like he always did.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked sexier,” Robert declared, an appreciative look on his face as he took in Aaron’s appearance, admiring his suit clad form. Aaron had taken up boxing, the year before, and he knew he’d filled out a lot, a far cry from the skinny teenager Robert had first fallen for.

“Shut up,” Aaron rolled his eyes, shifting from left to right. “Are you ready to go?”

Robert leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Aaron’s lips. “You look good in that suit,” he said, before turning to look for his blazer, a soft grey one Aaron had been with him when he’d bought.

Robert was earning money now, the kind of money both of them could have only veer dreamed of, growing up, and Aaron could only roll his eyes when he’d spend an insane amount of money on new clothes.

He was generally just happy because Robert followed up a shopping trip with a visit to Nandos, his treat.

“Happy birthday, by the way,” Aaron said, the two of them falling into step beside each other as they left the house behind, heading down the country-lane that led to the Sugden family home.

“It is now,” Robert hummed. “So, whats the plan?”

“You’ll see.”

“Secretive, I like it.”

Aaron didn’t reply, hoping Robert wasn’t going to be too disappointed when he discovered what his surprise really was. He wanted to give Robert the world, he would if he could, if he had more than a fiver to his name.

“This is familiar,” Robert commented, as Aaron led him into one of the old abandoned barns around the village, a sly tone to his voice.

Of course it was familiar. It was the first place they’d ever had sex, the two of them, Aaron seventeen and his heart beating out of his chest as Robert had kissed him like he was worth something.

Aaron set his picnic basket down on one of the hay bales, turning to Robert, knowing his nerves were written all over his face.

“Whats wrong?” Robert asked, concern written all over his face as he closed the space between them, hands on Aaron’s hips. “Come on, talk to me.”

“I’m broke, but I - I wanted to make your birthday special, this year,” Aaron blurted. “But I’ve got is a picnic I begged Marlon to make, and a damp barn, and I just… I’m sorry. You did so much for my birthday, and I couldn’t even afford to buy you a real present.”

Robert was instantly holding him close, pressing a kiss to the side of Aaron’s head. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” he shook his head. “The presents don’t matter, Aaron. Being with you - that’s whats going to make my birthday special. I just wan to spend it with you.”

Aaron couldn’t shake the embarrassed flush that had rose in his cheeks as he stood, looking at Robert, wide-eyed. “Yeah?”

Robert laughed, leaning in and kissing Aaron’s embarrassment away, lips sliding against Aaron’s in a way that had become so familiar, so normal, over the years. “We’ve got so many birthdays we’re going to spend together,” he murmured, cheek pressed to Aaron’s. “As long as I get to spend them with you, I don’t care about presents, or parties, or cards. I just need you, Aaron.”

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For Asexual Awareness Week 2017 (and for Asexual Awareness Week Fandom Challenge 2017) I decided to make a graphic masterpost of characters I headcanon in the asexual spectrum. These aren’t my only ace headcanons, but they’re some of the most important ones, since I couldn’t fit all of them in a single graphic.

Click on the pictures to show the name of the characters and the series/videogame/whatever they come from.

The Northmann in Winterfell- Part 2

Part 1


Lady Catelyn frantically put her kids in a straight line and tisked Arya for her rugged appearance. “Y/N, Dear, stand by Robb.” You obliged and stepped from behind him to his side. Everyone looked forward as the procession halted in front of the Starks. King Robert got down from his horse and everyone bowed.

Everyone stood as King Robert told them to rise. “Your Grace,” Lord Stark said as King Robert took the spot in front of him.

“You’ve got fat.” The two men bursted out in laughter and embraced each other.

“You must be Robb. You’re a pretty one,” he said to Sansa. Arya told him her name, Bran was giddy as he flexed for the King, and Rickon smiled shyly. “Ned, I don’t remember you having another daughter,” he said looking at you.

“That is Y/N Northmenn, Allard and Marlynna’s oldest daughter. She and Robb are betrothed.”

“Allard’s daughter! Tell me, how’s the old man doing,” he asked you?

“He is in good health, Your Grace.”

“Good. Good. Ned, take me to your crypts.” After the Queen’s protest and failure the Queen and her two youngest children left to their rooms. The crowd began to disperse to go back to their jobs and Robb turned to you. “Mother asked me to take Arya to her room and make sure she gets cleaned and dressed for the feast tonight. I’ll see you there,” he gave you a winning smile that still made you blush.

You stood alone and began walking towards your room when a sharp voice halted you. “You there.” You turned and saw Prince Joffrey walking towards you with his Hound following.

“My Prince,” you quickly curtsied, “is there something I can help you with?”

“What was your name? Lady Y/N, was it?”

“Yes, My Prince.”

“You’re very beautiful, do you know that,” he gave you a cheshire grin?

“Thank you, My Prince.”

“Call me Prince Joffrey,” his eyes looked over your whole body and you felt yourself extremely uncomfortable. “Would you care to show me to my room, Lady Y/N.”

You were about to make up an excuse when Jon appeared at your side. “Y/N, oh forgive me Your Grace. Y/N, Lady Stark says she urgently needs you in her chambers. Something about your wedding.”

“Forgive me, Prince Joffrey. I will see you at the feast.” You quickly left with Jon and went into the castle.

“You looked like you needed an out,” he said when you two reached a back hallway.

“Thank the Gods you saw me, Jon. He looked at me like a hungry dog looking at a hare.”

“I saw. That’s why I mentioned your wedding as casually as possible,” he joked. “I better get going to help prepare for the feast. I’ll see you around later.”

“Bye, Jon. And thank you.”

******

You sat talking with the women of Winterfell when a deep voice spoke from behind you. “Care for a dance?” You turned with a smile to Robb.

“Of course, My Lord,” you took his hand and let him lead you to the floor for a dance.

“Jon told me our Prince was making eyes towards you today.”

“Jealous,” you cocked an eyebrow. “Afraid I might leave you to become your Queen,” you chucked.

“You’re already a Queen to me,” his sincerness melted your heart. “And no, I’m not jealous. I just don’t like the guy.”

“Robb, bite your tongue.”

“Everyone’s thinking the same thing. Come, let’s sit.” You took a seat at the table and spoke with Robb’s friends. Suddenly a spoon full of food launched and hit Sansa, leading her to start he whining. While you, Robb, and the rest laughed, Catelyn but Robb a look and he stood up, lifting Arya from her seat and carrying her from the room, you following behind him.

“I was just trying to have fun at that boring party,” he pouted as he carried her over his shoulder.

“Picking on Sansa may be fun but no in front of the Queen. Mother will not be pleased,” Robb scolded his sister. “It’s getting late anyway. Best you get some sleep before the busy day tomorrow.” You two tucked Arya into bed and closed the door behind you.

Robb went to walk back to the party but you pulled on his arm. “Do we have to go back?”

“What else do you want to do,” he gave a cheeky grin.

“Not that you oaf. But I don’t feel like being scoped out by everyone.”

“Shall we watch the stars from our tower?”

******

You had been called into Ned’s office and when you walked in Robb and Catelyn were standing across from him father also. “You called for me, Lord Stark.”

“Take a seat, both of you,” he commanded you and Robb. “King Robert has asked me to go to King’s Landing with him and become his Hand. And I have no choice but to accept.”

“You’re leaving Winterfell?”

“Yes, Robb. Which means you are to stay here and take my place as Lord of Winterfell while I act as the King’s Hand. The North needs you, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell.”

“It also means that we are pushing up your union,” Catelyn added. “We’ve already sent a raven to your father to speak of it with him. We know you’d like him and your family to be present at your wedding. But, both of you can expect to be married just before the King and his Court leave here.”

“Now, both of you, leave and train those mutts of yours,” Ned tried to contain his smile.

“We are to be married in the next month,” Robb smiled outside of his father’s office.

“We are,” you kissed his cheek and turned away, walking down the hallway.

“Where are you going,” he shouted after you?

“I have less than a month to get my dress perfect,” you called. “There is no time to waist.”

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“We’re not lost.”

Jeremy slides a skeptical sideways glance toward Michael, lips pulling into a frown when he notes the white-knuckled grip Michael has on the steering wheel. Though, Jeremy gets why, what with the blizzard roaring outside that’s making visibility but a fleeting concept. Jeremy wants to press further; he wants to tell Michael that they are very much lost down a winding road in the middle of nowhere with a survival rate that continues to plummet every time Michael’s car tires skid on black ice, but Michael looks stressed to the max and pushing the issue forward would only heighten the situation.

Instead, Jeremy drops back against the seat and crosses his arms over his chest to ward off the odd chill that’s been wafting around him since he left his house this morning. He would peg it on the atrocious weather outside, but the dull thump pounding against his temples tells him he’s most likely coming down with a cold, which is fine if they weren’t miles from civilization in a blizzard. But again, telling Michael won’t solve anything, so he clenches his jaw tightly to keep his teeth from chattering and drifts his gaze out to the passenger window.

He must drift off because an indeterminable amount of time later, he’s being gently shaken awake by a steady hand and a soft voice.

“Jeremy? Jeremy?”

A light yawn slips past Jeremy’s pressed lips as he turns his neck to face Michael. He notes with a slight frown that the car is pulled off somewhere, and he takes a moment to glance around with a question hot on his lips. “Where are we?”

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anonymous asked:

could you outline the reasons why cersei's plan against margaery doesn't work? i know that you say it doesn't /deserve/ to work and i agree, but why, from a more objective standpoint, does it not work ? tywin's plans aren't incredibly subtle either, considering he has to rely on breaking one of westeros' most sacred taboos to even force a draw and everyone knows that it's him, so why is cersei less effective than him?

It’s less a matter of subtlety and more a matter of Cersei a) having only the most minimal understanding of others and b) never having control of what’s going on.

Cut for length.

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I really want a lil fic about Robert moving back in with Aaron and Liv :)

Aaron takes out his jumper, that green one that has made his stomach clench so many times over the past months because it reminds him of Robert, and smiles. He gingerly folds it back and places it closer to the rest of them. His closet isn’t completely filled with clothes but he knows how Robert loves his suits and shirts. 

The bathroom didn’t need much changing. He shoved what little toiletries he had over to his sink. He used to spread them out, make sure it wasn’t obvious that a second set of gels, toothpastes, and creams were missing, but now they’re coming back. It’s all falling to place again.

“Aaron?” He hears footsteps up the stairs as Robert calls his name. Robert walks in with a bag in his hand and a grin on his face

“Yeah?” he says quieter now that Robert is standing right there.

“I found something,” he says, pulling out a shirt that Aaron hasn’t seen him wear in ages. It’s the horrid floral one that somehow Robert pulls off even though Aaron would never let him know that. “I haven’t worn it in ages…” 

Aaron walks over, takes the bag out of Robert’s hands and places it on the floor before pulling him close. 

“I hope I’ve given you enough space,” he mutters and Robert smiles. He leans in and then they kiss, lingering and tender. 

“I’m sure you have… or else I’ll just have to move your stuff won’t I.” 

Aaron grins at him, goes in for a second kiss and Robert pulls him closer, opens his mouth to deepen it. Aaron gives in for a moment before he pulls away.

“Don’t forget we’re having tea with Liv before she hops off to Gabby’s for the night.”

“How did you manage to convince her to do that?” 

Aaron shrugs and even with Robert’s arms around him the effect is clear. 

“Her suggestion actually. Said she didn’t want to be scarred.” 

Robert chuckles and leans in, pulls Aaron into his arms and rests his head on Aaron’s shoulder. 

“Excellent self-preservation, that.” Aaron mumbles his assent. 

They stand there for a few, breathing in the smell of each other, feeling at home in a place that before has felt foreign. Something was missing. Now he’s here. 

“This is good, yeah?” Robert asks, as he asked the day before and every day since Aaron suggested he move in. His insistence that Aaron be happy, that Aaron be comfortable and in a good place before they did this only made Aaron love him more. So he nods. 

“Yeah, it’s good. It’s really good.” 

Robert smiles and it lights up the room, infects Aaron until they are standing there, arms wrapped around each other, grinning like idiots. Aaron leans in for another kiss. Tea can wait a little longer.