i want to bear your children

David was lying in “Jasper Dies At The End”

So it’s general assumption that the story David told in “Jasper Dies At The End” was a complete lie and, not gonna lie? There is SO MUCH evidence for this.

Take note of how everything is oddly exaggerated and unnatural in the story

The way the counselors say “Oh no! Not Davey!” “He’s such a troublemaker!” sounds very. Exaggerated. Like they’re reacting to a Saturday Morning Cartoon villain. 

David’s “trouble making” actions are also the sort of things David would see as problems. Insulting nature, using words like “dang”, littering, etc. 
Plus the way one of the current counselors says ”Oh Davey! You have so much potential! If only you would apply yourself!”
It REALLY sounds like David is trying to make an impression on Max, or send him some sort of message.

Take David’s childhood actions versus Max’s.
David says dang, litters, and insults nature
Max swears like a sailor, literally starts a camp revolt, and tries to run away a lot.
These sort of things would fly over David’s head and just come off as a grumpy kid who hates nature,

But David’s behavior isn’t the only thing he lied about. I think he also lied about how Jasper died.

The scars on his chest from the bear attack are parallel to a few scratches from the photo in episode 11. Not to mention how as a ghost, whenever he’s scared Jasper tends to cover up his chest:

These wounds were left open for the entire night, there’s NO WAY Jasper would’ve survived that. Either Jasper had died in the bear cave, or on his way back to the camp.
Additionally, according to David’s story that picture in episode 11 would not be accurate. If David really WAS a grumpy troublesome kid, he wouldn’t be smiling in it. However if the picture was taken AFTER this event, Jasper wouldn’t be smiling because he said he thinks the camp sucks at the end of the episode.

I’m absolutely POSITIVE that David lied about this entire story. He was never a trouble maker and Jasper did NOT survive that bear attack. But why lie? Well, the kids asked why he got that medallion. 

He can’t say he doesn’t want to talk about it, that’d seem suspicious. So why not lie to protect these poor innocent children from the truth of your childhood friends gruesome death, while avoiding sounding suspicious? Maybe the truth is that medallion belong to his old friend Jasper, and he didn’t want to let it go as it serves as a reminder of their good times together.

Additional notes I didn’t have any idea where I should put this in:

-The episode title is a lie. “Jasper Dies At The End”. That doesn’t happen. Jasper in this story does not die. Just like David’s story, the title of this is a lie, and our storyteller is an unreliable narrator.
-Maybe it was just a joke but child David’s voice seriously sounds like an older man attempting to do an impression of a small boy. It could be a hint towards this just being a made up story, or I’m just over analyzing and this is just a joke for the episode. Who knows!

TL;DR: David’s story in Jasper Dies At The End was a HUGE lie and Jasper died because of the bear attack. There are multiple contradictions and oddly exaggerated points within the episode that support this.

Bts reaction to you being chubby

Request:  i-dont-understand-adulting :Hi! :) Is it possible to ask for a BTS reaction to as having a chubby gf (especially the parts of their body they love the most)? Please and thank you!

Love yourself. It’s important. Remember, I love you too. Li


Jin

You were looking in the mirror, worrying about your figure and what are you going to have to do to narrow your size. Jin knew that, but he didn’t liked it, even one bit. So, he just smiled and told you: “Baby, there is a Greek Goddess looking at me from the mirror. Wowww, she’s almost as beautiful as me. Almost.” To which, you’ll laugh.

Originally posted by nerdyariana

Yoongi

Yoongi will also adore your thighs. He hated that his were bones with no meat, but yours were perfect. Lovely and giving the sweet vibe he loved. Your whole body was a temple he adored, a religion he followed gladly.

Originally posted by jungsooneul

Namjoon

Namjoon lived for them thighs and booty. He had a saying “Magnificent booty and thighs make a good person, great. So my baby girl, I would kindly ask you to never lose weight. Thank you.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Hoseok

Hoseok loved food, you loved food, but there was a difference. Hobi had abs, you had fluffines. He was getting really sad when he saw that you wanted to eat, but afraid it will affect your weight, don’t eat. Most of those times he’ll ask you one and the same question. “Baby, with what are children sleeping- action figures or teddy bears?” baffled by the question you’ll answer “Teddy Bears.” “Exactly. I also want to sleep with the most exclusive teddy bear on the planet. You. Hobi loves you. Now eat.”

Originally posted by livelovehoseok

Jimin 

Jiminie loved your tummy,because you had a tummy. With all the pressure he was under, he was really happy to see that you were living with a tummy without listening to them negative people and proud of yourself.

Originally posted by cuzishiptoomuchjihope

Taehyung

Tae loved your cheeks. He loved them so much, because they were chubby and he could kiss you and for him it felt like he had kissed a cloud. And clouds were close to heaven. Right?

Originally posted by taesverynofun

Jungkook

Jungkook will ignore all your attempts to disgrace yourselve and will praise you however and whenever he could. He loved you and size doesn’t define love. And he made sure you knew it.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Masterlist

4/38 <3

Outcast

Originally posted by fyeahmovies

Outcast

Beast!Adam x Reader

Note: Hi there! So um, this is my first imagine for this blog, but I’m no stranger to the art of x readering. I’ve been writing these for over a year now, I think. Anyway, Beauty and the Beast was always my favorite Disney movie as a kid, and I’ve already seen the new one twice. It’s amazing. So, here we are.

You had stumbled upon the enchanted castle about a month ago. Maybe less. Maybe it had been longer than that. It was so hard to keep track of time here. And though the place was odd and enchanted and sometimes scary, you couldn’t deny the beauty concealed in the darkness.

“Miss, the master is ready for dinner.” Mrs. Potts, one of the castle’s many enchanted caretakers rolled into your room on her cart. She was accompanied by her son, Chip.

“Tell him I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Madame Garderobe was currently in the process of pulling your hair into an intricate braid. “We’re kind of…in the middle of something here.”

“There’s no rushing beauty~” the wardrobe sang. Every time she belted her soprano notes, you feared a window would shatter.

The cart rolled out of the door and down the hall. A few minutes later, you were finally ready, dressed in a gorgeous pink gown. You hurried down the halls, down the stairs to the dining room, where the Beast was waiting for you.

“Sorry I’m late,” you breathed, taking your seat at the end of the table opposite him. “Garderobe decided to try something new with my hair.”

You could have sworn you saw a soft smile on his fur-covered face.

“It looks nice.” He stated and then paused. “You look nice.”

“Well, thank you.” A blush crept onto your cheeks. The two of you began to eat.

“You know, you’ve never seemed homesick in the time you’ve been here.” He pointed out.

“There’s nothing to miss. Not where I’m from.” You shook your head. A certain sadness waited behind your gaze. He raised an eyebrow. “I was kind of…outcast. I suppose that’s the best way to put it.”

“Why?”

“They thought I was too headstrong. They didn’t like a woman that couldn’t be controlled.” You shook your head. “Because I wasn’t married, I didn’t have access to the things men did. They expected me to cook and clean and bear children, but that’s…not what I want to do with my life. I want to be a doctor. They don’t think I’m educated enough.”

“That doesn’t seem right.”

“It’s not.” You shook your head. “It wasn’t. So I left. And I found this place.”

“Well, if it means anything…” He took a somewhat nervous breath. “You’ll never be an outcast so long as you’re here. You’ll always be welcome here.” When he peered into your eyes, you could tell he meant it. Emotion swept over you in a deep, warm wave. Tears filled your eyes and you couldn’t stop them from trickling down your cheeks.

The Beast stood up to come over to you at the same time you did. You practically ran to him, and while he was expecting the sting of a slap or rejection, what he received was something much different. It was a hug.

His eyes widened as he realized what had happened. You were standing there, your arms around his wide frame with tears dripping from your eyes. He looked down at you for a few moments before gingerly embracing you. His touches were tentative, careful. The last thing he wanted was for you to recoil in disgust, in fear of the monstrous creature he had become. Admittedly, it had been a long time since anyone had showed him affection, even something as simple as an embrace.

“I’m sorry if I said something wrong-” he began to apologize, unsure of the cause of your sudden emotional breakdown.

“I wish the people back home were like you.” Your voice was quiet, broken. You gripped him tightly, continuing to sob in relief, or perhaps in realization that you had finally found somewhere that accepted you for who you truly were. “Thank you.”

At your words, the Beast’s jaw dropped. And it was in that moment that he realized, like a whisper in the back of his mind: you had to be the one.

The Secret Book Club Part 4

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: FLUFF, DEATH BY FLUFFY FLUFFY BUNNIES

Words: 1518

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Authors Note: THE FLUFFS HERE! Not the longest update cause I’ve been soooo tired pulling long shifts at work, but it’s here and I wanted to end it there before I got to the *wink* OTHER STUFF *wink*. So yeah, not the end! SO not the end!

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30-10-17

Aries: When the wind blows from the South-East and carries the scent of lilacs, you will know it’s time.

Taurus: This is your fault. It turned out better than anyone expected, but it’s still your fault.

Gemini: Re-think that summoning circle. Something is out of place. You don’t want a repeat of the sludge creature, do you?

Cancer: Chewing on metal files will not make your words any sharper.

Leo: Don’t you dare call him. Leave well enough alone.

Virgo: You need some balloons. They’ll make you feel better.

Libra: Don’t worry about the dripping noise coming from down the hall. Even if you look for its source, you won’t find it.

Scorpio: “There were times I thought I’d die for the want of you. Now I feel as though I can live due to your absence.”

Sagittarius: Eggs. Collect them all. You’ll need them soon.

Capricorn: Bear teeth are useful for so many things - Magic, cool necklaces, stuffing them in your own mouth to frighten children.
You should become a Bear Dentist.

Aquarius: Pay no attention to the orbs of light following you around on your nightly walks. They’re just trying to make sure you return home safely.

Pisces: It’s one of those things that breaks very easily. You shouldn’t test it. Seriously. Don’t.

I think about being bred all the time. My body knows what I don’t want to admit, I guess, which is that I’m a completely fertile woman ready to accept my biologically-preordained role to bear children. I’m absolutely terrified of the possibility that I might become really, truly pregnant, and would stop at nothing to prevent it, but at the same time it’s also all that I want, and I want it so, so badly. I can’t even orgasm unless I think about something, anything, impregnating me. I desperately want it for real – I want to be impregnated and restrained until I have absolutely no choice but to accept the reality of your baby growing inside me.

lost-teens  asked:

Hi Cassie! I really love your books and I can't wait for LOS to come out. I was wondering if we are ever gonna know/see more about Tessa and Jem's married life. Are we going to see them interact more with Emma? Are they able to have babies? If so, will they be warlocks or shadowhunters? Or both? Or maybe Tessa doesn't want children because she can't bear watching her children dying again?

If Jem and Tessa had babies they would be, just like Will and Tessa’s babies, Shadowhunters (with maybe something a little extra in the power department.)

I know Jem and Tess are very loved and we do see them in glimpses in TDA but the story isn’t about them (and I’m very wary of them swooping in and fixing everything, especially when Magnus is around off and on, that’s a lot of warlock firepower!) 

I don’t think Tessa would hesitate to have children again if the time was right. She’s enjoying just being with Jem – it’s only been five years since the Dark War – but she loved being a mom. Imagine if we chose never to love anyone because we feared they might one day die? Tessa isn’t bitter, or angry, about the mortals she has known who have died after long and happy lives. She is grateful she knew them and looks forward to seeing them again one day.

Always- An Ivar Imagine

So @whenimaunicorn sent me the prompt: “Truth or Dare? I dare you to spend the rest of the night tied to Prince Ivar at the wrists.” Thanks for the prompt!

Here is the result. More angst than originally planned. Oops?

TW: mild sexual content, infidelity

***
You had never known Hvitserk to be cruel.

Okay, that was a lie. You had never known him to be cruel to you. Other people were another story. But tonight, tonight you fell into that category of “other people”. For what he had done, you would consider the cruelest thing of all.

It had started innocent, a game of truth or dare among brothers and friends. It was a game played often, as you had known the Ragnarssons since you were all grubby children, playing in the mud. The ale and laughter had flowed, to the point where you could almost forget the aching hole that was etched permanently upon your heart. But then, it had been your turn. You had chosen dare. And Hvitserk, drunk and careless, had dared you to spend the rest of the night, tethered by the wrists, to none other than Ivar.

Ivar, the man you were hopelessly in love with. Ivar, the man you could not stay away from. Ivar, the man who would never be wholly yours.

You agreed to the dare, not only to be spared the severe penalty but to savour any sort of closeness you could get with the Prince.

You moved to sit beside Ivar. Someone came and bound your wrists together, you didn’t know who. All you could focus on were her eyes, staring at you from across the table, hating you. Wishing you would one day take to your father’s fishing boat and not return. Drowned, dragged to the bottom of the sea, a sea that she could somehow bend to her will. She knew, she knew that his heart lay with you and not with her. She was a pawn, a token used for land and power and offspring with a strong bloodline. You, you were the fire in his blood, the beating of his heart, the name on his lips when he took her to bed.

But you were a nobody, and princes did not end up with nobodies. They had mothers and fathers and brothers who pushed for alliances, for duty, for the good of the people. They ended up with someone who could give them those things.

You were not that someone.

You could feel Ivar’s skin next to yours, where your wrists touched, warm and familiar. It made you ache for an easier time, when there was nothing but bare skin and love and the hopes of the young and foolish. Hopes you could one day be together, love freely and without restraint. You hardly got any time with each other now. Every moment you could spend by his side was a precious one.

As if he could sense your distress, your lover placed your linked hands under the table, onto your thigh. He had not said anything when Hvitserk had issued the dare. He had not protested, had not insisted it be an insult to his wife to be tied to another woman. He had simply let it happen. A choice. A declaration. You over her, every time. And she knew it.

The weight of your joined hands on your thigh was comforting, a balm amidst the tension that was threatening to suffocate you. She flicked her eyes down to the table, disgust marring her pretty face. To her, you were worthless. She could not see what kept drawing him to you. You both knew she didn’t love him, only married him for the name and the power and the role of duty. But it irked her to no end that he did not fall at her feet like all the others, did not desire her body. She wanted to catch her prey, but he kept slipping through her net.

The game continued on. You could not focus. Ivar’s hand had inched higher up your thigh, fingers stroking over the soft material of your dress. Her eyes were now on her husband, cold and stony. He growled, baring sharp white teeth as his fingers sunk deep into your thigh. Baiting her, showing her what she was to him. The title of wife meant nothing.

It should have comforted you, to know he only wanted you. That she was nothing to him. But it still hurt. It hurt to know she carried the title of wife, and not you. It hurt to know she was by his side, would one day grow round with his child in her belly. She would have his future, and you would be naught but a secret in the dark. You did not want to share, you wanted all of him. Every moment, every look, every touch. It was not enough to know he loved you. Your heart was greedy. It wanted everything, for it and it alone.

Ivar pushed your joined hands further into your lap, fingers teasing your flesh. You could feel the desire flowing through them, his simmering need for you. With her, it was all about business, securing a child. With you, it was love and passion and burning, all consuming need. You did not get many chances to be together, and every encounter was a like a wild summer storm, fierce and raging.

He stopped his movements on your thigh, instead leaning over to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. No one was watching but her, no one cared but her. You should have felt bad for her, how must it feel knowing your husband cares not for you? But you did not. You would never see her as anything more than a thief. A thief who stole your happy future.

“Truth or dare?” Ivar whispered softly in your ear, voice laced with a dark lust. You shivered as his words slid over your skin like a silken scarf.

“Dare,” you whispered back, not daring to look at his face.

He leaned closer, his heady scent enveloping you like a tender embrace.

“I dare you to take me to bed. My bed.”

He meant the bed he shared with her, in the back of the Great Hall. You sucked in a breath. You had always met somewhere, never had he taken you in that bed, since he had gotten married. It was probably a bad idea.

But you did not care.

You stood up, grabbing Ivar’s crutches for him from where they leaned upon his chair. He allowed himself to give you a heated smirk, before the two of you awkwardly made your way towards the back of the Hall.

Her eyes followed you the whole way there.

But once you were enclosed in his private quarters, all thoughts but Ivar left your mind. He somehow managed to get his knife out of his belt, cut your bonds and throw you onto the bed with a few smooth motions. You eagerly reached for him as he lowered himself out of his crutches, desperate to feel all of him against you.

You needed him like air, you craved him like a drug. He fell upon you with a fervour only he could have, all groping hands and hungry kisses and loud, needy moans. He did not try to quiet himself, he did not care if she heard. If anyone heard. You found you did not care either. You arched into him and let him sweep you away in a tidal wave of pleasure.

He took you fast, and he took you hard. No loving caresses, no soft teasing, no slow and sweet build up. Pure carnal desire, the kind that leaves delicious aches and bruises to savour. Ivar in his truest form, making you cry out, making you beg for more, more, more. You knew nothing but the slide of hot, slippery skin, the taste of salt and sweat, the stars exploding behind your eyelids.

After, you curled yourself around him, pressing your shaking body as close as you could get. He enclosed you in his arms, letting you rest against him as you both caught your breath. As you laid there, your euphoria faded, and the ache in your heart returned.

“It should be enough,” you said softly, tracing a pattern over his chest with your fingers. “It should be enough to share you, and know that it is me who holds your heart. People do it all the time. Look at your brothers, sharing Margrethe between them. But I am selfish. I want you all to myself. I want to be your only wife, and the only woman you take to bed. I want to give you all your children. Is that wrong?”

He began to stroke his fingers through your long hair, blunt nails scratching gently over your scalp.

“It is not wrong,” he said, voice rumbling in his chest. “It is not wrong, for I feel the same way. I do not want to be tied to her. I do not want her to bear my children. I chose you, and only you, a long time ago. When I think of how I would feel if our situations were reversed, I want to kill something. The thought of another man touching your makes me sick.”

It made you sick, too. You twisted so you could press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“If only I was not who I am. If only I was like her, from a family worthy-”

He cut you off with a firm hand to your throat, pulling you on top of him so he could look at you with angry eyes.

“Do not ever say that again,” he growls, fingers squeezing, squeezing. “Do not wish you were anything but what you are. You are perfect. You are not less than her. Do you hear me?”

You nod, and his fingers relax. His eyes, however, stayed hard and blazing.

“I will find a way,” he vowed. “I will find a way to weaken her father, to make it so he is not more powerful than us. I married his daughter so he would not overpower us; I will make it so he has no power, and so I will no longer be in need of my marriage. Then,” his face softens ever so slightly, “then I will be free to marry whom I wish.”

It was a lot to promise, and probably very much unlikely to come true. But you clung to his words like a child clings to its mother’s skirts. A distant hope. You leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“I should go,” you whispered, thinking of her sitting in the Great Hall. “I should go before she comes to you.”

His grip on you tightened, possessive. “No. You will stay. She will not come to me tonight. You will stay, and let me hold you. I will wake at least once with you in my arms.”

You knew you should leave, before leaving got any harder, but a night in his arms was more than you ever got. So you agreed, nestling down against him, letting him wrap himself around you. The darkness pressed around you like a comforting blanket, wrapping you up in a world where you could pretend only the two of you existed.

“Truth or dare,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark.

“Truth,” his hand was warm, calloused, perfect.

“Will you always love me? No matter what our lives become?” You knew the answer. But to hear it was a bandage across your broken heart

A sigh. A kiss on your head. Broad fingers squeezed yours.

“Always.”

****
I known with Vikings sharing is caring, but I imagine some of them are not into it. Happy Sunday! ❤️

yours (robb stark au)

Plot: AU where Reader and Robb are betrothed to one another. Reader is soon to be Queen of France and Robb is next in line to be King of Scotland. They’ve known each other since they were young and have been preparing for this day all their life. Unfortunately, Jaime Lannister, Lord and soon to be King of Wales, also had his eye on you. (Basically, this is a Reign!AU)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

Warnings: making out, Jaime being a dick, language maybe? vulnerable!robb

A/N: hello hi sorry for being MIA! this is my first GoT fic and I really hope you like it! I love Robbie sm and I love Richard Madden even more. (!!!!GIFS AREN’T MINE!!!!)


It’s been a cold and brutal winter this time around, but you’ve always dreamed of getting married in the snow. A smile makes its way onto your face as you look out the window and watch the pretty little snowflakes make their way to the ground, a sense of serenity taking over you as you think of your future with Prince Stark. The Starks should be on their way over to your castle by now, they should–

“Y/N!” Sansa sings and makes her way over to you.

“Sansa!” The smile on your face widens as you see your betrothed’s younger sister. She wraps her arms around you in a comforting hug which you so gladly return.

“I’ve missed you so much!” She pulls away and you kiss her cheek, happily leading her to you  set of chairs by the larger window.

“I’m so glad you guys are here! I’ve missed you all, too! How is my precious little Arya?” You lean back, still holding on to your dear friend’s hand as the smirk on her face grows.

“Arya is good, she’s excited because now we’ll be seeing more of you! Bran is also very excited. He wants you and Robb to make little Stark babies,” Sansa laughs and you grow red at the mere thought of being so intimate with Robb. “Oh come on, Y/N it’s bound to happen!”

“Well, sure, but I’m still scared!” You huff and lay your head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Besides, you’re too young for me to talk about this stuff with.”

“Oh, please!” Sansa scoffs and playfully slaps your wrist. “I’m nearly 18!”

“Nearly 18 means you’re still not there yet,” you chuckle as she makes a face at you, further proving her adorable childishness.

You hear a knock on your door and before you’re able to look up, you hear his velvet-like voice.

“May I come in, my lady?” His blue eyes pierce your brown ones as you stand quickly, curtsying.

“Of course, my prince. Please,” you blush deeply as Sansa nudges you before slowly making her way out.

“Don’t go around making babies just yet! You won’t be married for another three days,” she laughs and runs out, before either you or Robb could scold her.

“I-erm-sorry about her,” Robb blushes as well as he lets his eyes study you. “Is-is everything alright, my lady?”

“Y-yes, my prince. Everything is alright,” you clear your throat and Robb closes the door before making his way over to you, a soft smile on his face.

“How many times have I told you to call me Robb?” He lifts your chin up to look at him, a concerned look on his face as you sigh and bite your lip. “And are you really going to lie to your future husband, hm?”

“It’s just–I’ve been thinking about our future, especially with the constant mention of our future children and I’m just scared,” you shrug and look up at your beautiful husband-to-be. “What if I do something wrong? What if you don’t like me? What if–?”

“Princess, princess, listen to me,” he whispers and a shiver runs down your back as he calls you by your title. “You won’t do anything wrong, I will always be there to guide you. You’ll raise our kids wonderfully, I can’t think of anyone else I’d want as the mother of my children. I can’t think of–”

“Robb, I meant,” your cheeks turn darker than before as your gaze travels back to the floor. “I meant what if I do something wrong when we’re, when we’re intimate?” The last part comes out in a small squeak and Robb’s eyes soften further, his hands rubbing your back endearingly.

“I will be right there to guide you in every step of the way, my princess. I promise. Every question or concern you have, I will be right there to help you. If I don’t know the answer, and I’m sure I don’t, we’ll ask some hand-maidens, some women who might know more. I will do everything in my power to ensure your comfort and your safety, never worry about doing something wrong,” he smiles and brings his hands up to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you feel your breathing shallow.

You both lean forward and your nerves skyrocket, both in fear and in excitement, in wonder. Your nose brushes against his and you can feel his breath against your lips as his thumbs now gently flick your earlobes. Before you can move closer and finally feel his lips against yours, you hear a knock. You both pull away from each other, but Robb’s hand moves to your waist protectively as he lays eyes on the man.

“Your grace,” you look over to none other than Jaime Lannister, the troublemaker Lord of Wales.

“No, no, please call me Jaime,” he smirks and Robb’s grip on you tightens, pulling you closer to him.

“How can we help you, Jaime?” Robb all but growls out as the smirk widens on Jaime’s face.

“It’s still Lord to you, boy,” he walks over, completely ignoring Robb’s glare. “I just came to see the princess, I was wondering if I could have a word with you my lady?”

“I’ll be right down, my lord. We can talk then,” you nod as he takes your hand and lays a kiss on it.

“I can hardly wait,” he smirks at Robb and walks out the room, barely closing the door as he leaves.

You turn back to look at Robb and you notice his hardened features, his hands that are now fists at his sides as he struggles to reign in his anger. He breathes heavily until you gently place your hands against his face.

“Look at me, my prince,” you whisper and Robb’s eyes immediately find yours, softening at the sight of you. “I am betrothed to you. I want to be married to you. Nothing Jaime does or says will ever make me see him as anything other than the bratty, troublemaking Lord of Wales. I promise.”

“I know, my princess. I apologize for reacting the way I did. The Lannisters have just always given us trouble, Jaime especially. I don’t want him to ever even think of taking the single most important person from me,” he whispers and leans down to press his forehead against yours, eyes closing in the process. “I don’t want him to take you away from me.”

“No one will ever be able to take me away from you, Robb. I swear it on my soul,” you whisper and brush your nose against his as you continue to speak. “I am yours, I will always be yours. I will love you to the very end, I will bear our children with a smile on my face, and I will be yours in every sense of the word for as long as you’ll have me. I’ll-”

Robb cuts you off with a desperate, passionate, tender kiss. His hands wrap around your waist as his lips capture yours and your hands move to the back of his neck. Your lips move in sync, his tongue slowly making its way into your mouth as you gasp. He growls against your lips before forcefully moving himself back, panting heavily and resting his forehead against yours.

“If we don’t stop now, love, we might have to push our wedding to right now,” Robb whispers and you chuckle breathlessly, still reeling from the kiss.

“Can’t say I’d complain,” you wrapped your arms around his back as his rested on your waist, his chin atop your head.

“Neither would I, but I think it’s best we stop you two right here,” you turn around to the voice of Catelyn Stark, a blush rising in both your cheeks as she chuckles at the two of you.

“My Queen,” you curtsy and look up at her, slightly embarrassed and slightly shy in front of your future mother-in-law.

“Oh, no need for the formalities. Mother will be just fine,” she smiles and walks over to you, slipping her arm through yours as you smile back. “I’m going to have to separate you two now. You, Y/N need to try on your dress. And you, Robb, need to meet with your father for some arrangements.”

“Yes, Mother,” he kisses her cheek and then moves to lay a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t wait to marry you, my queen.”

Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

“And I, you,” you whisper as he smiles and walks out your door. The next time you’d see him, you two would be getting married. You couldn’t wait.

BTS Reacts - Finding Out You’re Pregnant

request via dms : “a little react of BTS finding out that you’re pregnant?”


Min Yoongi: ‘I’ve never thought about raising a family,’ he casually says in passing, as he watches a happy family walk past, through the window. You’re a week into your pregnancy; you haven’t told anyone. You know Min Yoongi is focused on his career, and having kids wouldn’t really fit into his lifestyle. You don’t want to burden your boyfriend of several years, but you know you’re going to have to let him know about this sooner or later, no matter how hesitant you are. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you curtly confess. His turns around so swiftly; his jaw hangs open for awhile, processing this knowledge - he is going to be a dad. It scares him, and he is resisting every instinct in his body that makes him want to run out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, but when he looks at you, all he sees is the person he loves, about to give him the gift of his life. The truth is that Min Yoongi has never thought about raising a family - until he met you.

“I … what? Are… are you serious?”
( You nod in reply. )
“… I guess I’m gonna have to get used to more than one person calling me ‘daddy’, now…” 

Park Jimin: You’re nervous as to how he is going to take the news of an unexpected pregnancy. When he emerges from the elevator, he explodes with enthusiasm - ‘jagi, did you watch us on television last night?’, ‘did you see us accept the award?’ - an endless stream of questions pour out of the singer. Hoseok asks if you’d like to go out for drinks with them, but you refuse. ‘Why, are you pregnant?’, joked Namjoon. You stare at your boyfriend while he’s on his victory-high, but the look you’re giving him causes his bouncing to slowly come to a stop. An awkward silence hangs in the air, and Hoseok constantly switches his attention between your still bodies. He mouths a visible ‘oh my god’, exchanging glances with Namjoon. You mutter a weak ‘yes’ - hearing you say that you’re about to give him a baby makes him queasy - but little does Jimin know, down the road, he would be a proud father of three sons, and he would wonder why he ever overreacted in the first place.

“J-Jagi, are you for real? I… can’t even… what!? How!? We… we used a condom, didn’t we!?”

Kim Seokjin: You’re having lunch together, when suddenly, your body convulses, and you make a break for the bathroom. He’s concerned for you, so he gets out of his seat and walks over to the door, calling for you from outside. You quickly retort for him to stay out, and you start retching between words. His brows knit - did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? He’s noticed you taking trips to the toilet a lot more, but he’s always thought it’s because of how much water you’ve been drinking lately. A pang of realization hits him when he thinks of the last possible reason for your sudden illness. The last time you’d slept together was a month ago. Seokjin definitely sees children in his future, and even though he has trouble stomaching all this right now, he’s unable to contain himself. He would want nothing more than the person he loves to bear his child. Having kids would mean the world to him, but he needs to ask you one thing before he accepts this turn of events.

Jagiya… I know you’re pregnant. I want you to know, that I’m ready as ever to embark on this journey with you. I want to be with you and our child forever, if you’ll have me.”
( What are you saying, Jin? )
“… Will you be my wife?” 

Jung Hoseok: You’re at the doctor’s office - you haven’t been feeling particularly well lately, so you decide to take your problem to the clinic by yourself. When the doctor informs you of your unplanned pregnancy, your heart stops. You’re not sure how to get this news to your boyfriend. You ring up Hobi to tell him that you’re dropping by Bighit. His ears are sharp - he is able to detect the anxiety in your shaky voice. He pesters you to tell him why you’re upset, and after at least five minutes of his persistence, you cave in, announcing your pregnancy. There is a long silence on the call, and you’re concerned that he hasn’t digested this news well. Hobi is a family man - the thought of spending the rest of his life with you and his new kids gets him amped to a maximum. Jung Hoseok runs at full speed into the practice room, yelling at the other six members of Bangtan as you hear him wail over the call:

“I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY, EVERYONE!”

Kim Namjoon: ‘I’m flipping out, what do I do?!’, Kim Namjoon eavesdrops on your phone call as he stands idly outside your bedroom. He’s noticed how tense you are all night, and he’s tried breaking the ice with both affectionate kisses and playful humour, but none of it unwinds you from discomfort. Hoseok finally returns your calls after hours of you dialing him. You had to tell someone, just not Namjoon yet. He urges you to relax, and to just talk to your long-time boyfriend. When you’re through with the call, you find the man himself seated down on the sofa, having been left to a state of uncertainty after hearing the word ‘pregnant’ escape your lips. Namjoon’s undecided about his opinions on having kids - it’s not that he’s unwilling to start a family with you - he just can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. Watching you freak out puts him on edge, so he tries to remain as calm as possible, making the first move, struggling to keep in his panic:

“… Is there something you want to tell me, babe? Like, I don’t know… BEING PREGNANT!?”

Jeon Jungkook: The answering machine on the desk beeps as Jungkook screens through the calls in the apartment. He’s decided to make himself comfortable at home before you return from work, so checking his calls is the first order of business. A medical clinic calls, ‘the results of your blood test for pregnancy are in, and it’s positive - please get back to us if have any more inquiries’. Jungkook has reached a whole new level of freaking the fuck out - he is so shook, that he simply goes about his regular routine around the house, making himself a bowl of cereal before sitting on the couch, waiting for you to return. His brain has short-circuited, and he just stares blankly ahead. Some part of him is wondering why he’s so scattered about you bearing his child - sure, he is young - but if there’s anyone in his life he wants more to have kids with, it’s you. This line of reasoning results in him being more accepting of the fact that he’s about to be a father.

“… I wonder what’s a good name that goes with Jeon…”

Kim Taehyung: He’s casually brushing his teeth in the bathroom, when his eyes catch something unusual in the dustbin. ‘Jagi, what is this?’ You hear Taehyung’s voice from your bedroom, and it clicks in your mind that you haven’t taken the trash out yet. Ohmygod, you think, starting to feel the dread set in. You fly off your bed, scuttling toward the bathroom in haste, panting hard from racing your way there. You find him examining your pregnancy test closely. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to make sure through a doctor’s visit, first. You bite your lip, anticipating his reaction - however, when he turns to you, you see tears well up in his eyes. You’ve been afraid to bring this news to him, but you should have known that Taehyung loves kids like nothing else, and to him, discovering that the love of his life is going to bring him even more happiness than they already have, makes him realize: one by one, all of his dreams are coming true.

“Yah, pabo… I can’t believe you’re pregnant… do you know how much this means to me?”


This was hard to do, mostly because I kept juggling back and forth between them reacting as ready, future parents, or unexpected recipients of the news. Either way, I sincerely hope you liked how it turned out - thank you for requesting, please enjoy! <3

I imagine being forcefully impregnated against my will, controlled and restrained for weeks as you claim use of my body. Even though your baby is already growing inside me, you breed me over and over, massaging my huge breasts, rubbing my heavy, tremendously swollen belly. Soon I am so heavily pregnant that I am completely at your mercy. You force me to bear your child and condition me to my inevitable, natural role as a woman until I accept it and realize I’ve never wanted anything more than to be the mother of your children and the receptacle for your seed. And when I finally give birth to our baby I immediately beg you to impregnate me again.

Something More

IMAGINE: Everyone knew that (Y/N) the youngest Baratheon and ‘enemy’ of Jaime Lannister, was the fairest lady in all of Westeros, she was expected to do traditional High Lady duties. What happens if she wants something more? And how does Jaime Lannister factor into it? 

[gif is not mine. loosely based on beauty and the beast.] 

warnings: one swear word

words: 1796


‘There may be something there that wasn’t there before…’


She was known as the most beautiful Lady in all of Westeros, men flocked from across the seas to ask her hand in marriage -specifically asking her brother for her hand in marriage. Every time though, she rebutted claiming that she was not ready, or they would have just used her family name or her wealth. She wanted to escape, escape the life that she was given, of course she knew that she was being ungrateful. Being the sister to the King of Westeros wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she wanted more. She wanted adventure, her heart thumping, the adrenaline rushing through her veins.


“I just don’t get why you will not agree to the courtship sister, he’s beyond a great match for you and for the family,” Stannis stated as they sat around the table. He placed a forkful of sausage into his mouth and chewed.

(Y/N) groaned and leaned back into her chair, “I want to be with someone who has passion dear brother, not some coward.”

“Don’t let Tywin hear that.”

She rolled her eyes and drank some wine from her goblet, “Oh please, Tywin cares for Lancel as much as I care for the kennelmaster.”

Stannis quietly laughed at the antics of his sister, “You better tell Robert that.” He looked at sister for a moment and noticed the uneasy look on her face. “Is anything the matter?”

(Y/N) hesitated, not wanting to tell her brother the truth but at the same time it’s been gnawing at her for a while. With a deep sigh she looked at her brother, “Do you think there’s more to this? More to wearing fancy dresses, escorting men to the ball, going to balls, being trained as a mere accessory to a man?”

Stannis sat quietly not knowing how to start the conversation. “Of course you’ve never had to deal with this, you’re a man. You get to fight, to have that adrenaline rushing through your veins. You get to travel and see the world!”

He was about to reply when the door to the hall opened and there strutted Jaime Lannister. “Ah, the stags are here already.”

(Y/N) scowled at his behaviour. “I mean we have to, unless we want the lions to be selfish and eat all of the food.”

Jaime walked to the table, making sure that he was behind (Y/N), leaning over he took a piece of fruit from a bowl in front of her. She would never admit it but she enjoyed the way that his body felt against hers, even if it was just for a short moment.

“You know princess, with that kind of behaviour it’s no wonder why you’re going to end up alone,” the words were meant to be cutting, and it would have been if it was the first time that he’s spoken it to her. Instead of feeling hurt she gave him a sardonic smile and accidentally elbowed him.

“Oh, I’m sorry did I hurt you?”

Jaime gave her a fake smile and moved towards his seat.

“You should know better than to provoke the lion,” Stannis berated her quietly. “He’s known as a beast (Y/N).”

“Am I supposed to be in fear of him Stannis?” (Y/N) looked towards her brother, placing her knife and fork on the plate.

They both looked at Jaime who was now looking at a maiden who was placing food on the table, sensing the looks from the Baratheon siblings he looked over and gave them a wink, then turned his sole focus on (Y/N) and smirked.

Stannis turned back to his sister whose focus was on Jaime. He watched intently as her eyes narrowed when Jaime placed his hands on the so-called wench. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like what this could be. Jaime Lannister and his sister were not a good sign, especially the way Jaime looked at his sister and disregarded the maiden when she stormed off from the table. Clenching his fist, he decided he needed to talk to his brothers.


“LANCEL LANNISTER?” (Y/N) bellowed into the room, her black hair flying around her face, her brown eyes lighting up with anger. She stopped at the table where Robert was seated at, papers scattered around the table and men sitting around him. “I DID NOT REALISE THAT I WAS SOME PROPERTY THAT COULD BE SOLD TO ANYONE!” The men looked at each other and discreetly got up and walked away, knowing that if they were there they would be collateral damage between the two Baratheon’s with the biggest tempers.

Robert merely leaned back into his chair, “We have to agreement that you need a man to take care of you sister.” He raised his goblet, “Plus you already know that Lancel was in the contracts.”  

(Y/N) screwed up her nose, “You think I need a man to look after me?”

Her brother’s eyes widened, “No, of course not.” He rebutted.

“Then what is it?” She hissed, not noticing a certain blonde-haired Knightsguard watching with amusement.

“We need to fortify our allegiance with the Lannister family, they’re one of the strongest and wealthiest houses in Westeros,” Robert explained.

“Those aren’t your words Robert so don’t say them,” (Y/N) scowled at her brother. “Also you’re married to a Lannister if you didn’t notice!” She stalked up as close as she can to her brother, leaning on the table to do so, “Once again, I am not your property to be traded as you wish, other families can do that because they won’t say anything but you should know better. I will be married to a man when I choose to do so. I will not be one of those women who are forced into marriage when they are not ready nor do they love the person.” With a final glare at her brother she stormed off, slamming the door as she went.


(Y/N) paced back and forth, occasionally taking the time to look at the harbor and enjoying the ships and the ocean. “You know if anyone ever talked to a King like that their head will be on the pike.” She closed her eyes and took herself mentally to a place far away, far far away from where she stood. “But of course you can never shut your mouth can you?”

She finally opened her eyes to look at the man in front of her, his smirk firmly placed on his face, eyes glistening with amusement. “Do you have to be so…” (Y/N) pursed her lips trying to find the right word.

“Charming? Good looking? Dashing? Hung-like,” before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by her making a disgusted noise.

“So on all the time? Especially around me?” She always did wonder why it was only her that Jaime was so…Jaime like. The innuendos, the comments that can scathe a person’s ego if they didn’t brush it off.

Jaime hopped up and sat down on the balcony, “Because I enjoy the tormented look on your face.” He was quiet for a moment, a rare site to witness. “Lancel?”

(Y/N) groaned, “Don’t get me started. If my brothers can honestly think that they can just partner me with some blonde-haired coward.”

“He’s not a coward any more though,” Jaime interrupted. “Turned himself into a knight.” There was bitterness in his tone.

“He’s still a coward to me,” (Y/N) pointed out. “Always will be. He can hide behind that mask all of his life but we know better. He was the snivelling pathetic excuse of a man.”

Jaime let out a low whistle, “You don’t hold back do you?” (Y/N) laughed quietly, soon Jaime joined. It was a sight to behold, two so-called people who were barely friends laughing with no care in the world.

(Y/N) leaned against the balcony, holding her stomach, “I don’t want to marry him, everyone expects me though. Get married, bear his children and be the doting wife.” She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. “I want more than this life, more than dress nice, act nice, have sex with your husband but don’t get mad if he sleeps with other people.” (Y/N) let out a deep breath that she didn’t know she was holding. “I want to be able to dictate my life. It’s mine not anyone else’s.”

“You could always run away,” she looked at Jaime with an odd look on her face. It wasn’t one that she usually wore around him which ranged from scowls to disgust, this was mere curiosity.

“I think that can work if I’m not a princess,” (Y/N) reasoned out. Silence took the situation, (Y/N) looked over the harbor, while Jaime stared at her. “Am I so unwanted that the only person I can attract are men like Lancel?”

Jaime was taken aback by her comment. She was one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, a certain eye catcher for any men. “What are you talking about?”

“You must think of me as shallow but I want someone who wants me for more than my looks. There’s more to me than that.”

He was quiet for a moment, “I feel the same way.” (Y/N) arched a brow and he continued, “Everyone refers to me as this beast who enjoys nothing but killing and fucking whores.” Jaime hopped off the balcony and faced the view with her. “No one ever thinks of what else I am.”

“To be fair you never let anyone see any other side of you. I mean I’m probably the closest, I see the witty, rude side of you.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

Jaime fell silent, “No one ever wants to see that side of me. No one ever gives me that chance.” Again the silence took over the conversation. They were both thinking how did they get personal in such a short time.

“You’re not a beast Jaime,” the comment made his heart thump against his chest faster than ever before. “An arsehole sometimes but not a beast.” She reached for his hand and once she found it, she held it tightly and squeezed it. “If anyone dares to call you that to your face, or even a hint of rumour send them my way.”

Maybe it was the way she said his name with care for the first time, or the way her hand felt right against his, or actually willingly touched him without fear that they would be hit with his sword. There were too many factors, but what he did know was that he suddenly felt something for her that was definitely was not there before.

Imagine Alexander saying he wants to have a big family, with more children than his father, with you in an interview and trying to convince you about it.

“Alexander, it’s- it’s such a pleasure to have you here tonight!” the interviewer said with a smile and the man smiled back

He glanced at the audience as everybody, along with you sitting on the front row, cheered for him. His smile, he had to confess, got a little bigger when he saw your wide smile but tried to keep himself from getting carried away. You had that effect on him, even after all these years and he could still not understand it, but he never truly complained about it. Your eyes locked for a split second and he winked, not caring if it was on camera because he had done much more over the course of time to show his affection for you anyway.

“It’s a great pleasure to be here as well.” he nodded his head with a smile.

“I always- I always wanted to ask you whenever we met, how is to have that many siblings? I’m- I’m an only child so I always thought about it but you- you are eight siblings, am I right?” she asked and he subtly nodded his head “That certainly can’t be boring at all huh?” she added an waited for his response.

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A Terf's Opinion On Transgenderism

Alright, since I’ve never clarified my actual opinion on transgenderism anywhere to anyone, I will do it here. Do not necessarily associate it with the whole radfem community, we aren’t a hivemind and clearly have different opinions on this matter.

Surely, I come off as harsh most of the time, but that’s mostly because people attack me. If you’re rude to me, of course I’m going to be rude back.

After all the death and rape threats that were sent to me, directly or indirectly, and other women that share my ideology, has made us turn more bitter, while I have never seen us send those. We might have, but I have never seen proof of it, except for some anons, but that isn’t proof.

So, without further ado, let’s get into it.

There are two sexes, male and female. The sole purpose of the existence of two sexes is reproduction.

Males have certain characteristics females don’t have, and vice versa.

Males are the ones who do the impregnating, females are the ones who give birth. It’s like this with nearly all mammals.

Male and female are not just used for us, but for animals as well. It’s for getting specific. Male humans are men, female humans are women. Male cows are bulls, female cows are just cows. Male sheep are rams, female sheep are ewes. Male horses are colts, female horses are mares.

Let’s not go too deep into other animal’s build and behaviour and stay with humans for now.

Men and women were made to be distinguished from eachother in a blink, so it’s easy to decide whether you can or cannot mate with the person.

To be able to see whether someone is biologically male or female, we have secondary sex characteristics. You have the obvious ones, like breasts, amount of hair growth, difference in hand size, and difference in foot size, fat distribution, but you also have less prominent ones which themselves seem to make a small difference, but combined with all the other characteristics, they make a bigger difference, like more prominent brow bones, a less square jaw, males mostly have an upperbody that’s just as big as their legs and women often have legs longer than their upperbody, pheronemones, and there’s way more. 1,500 sex differences have been found.

Internally, we’re also very different. Women have a certain reproduction system and men have a certain reproduction system.

All of this is relevant in sexual attraction and reproduction. This is, essentially, what you’re attracted to; if you don’t care about what your mate looks like, you are bisexual, since you’re into both of the sexes.

Intersex people have a medical condition, and depending on what condition they have/what other reproductive organs they have (if anyone who knows more about intersexism would like to add anything or correct what I’m saying here, feel free to), their sex can be found. Intersex people are a small percentage of the world and don’t make the sex binary less true.
(Note: I heard AMAB and AFAB were stolen from the intersex community. You can do better, guys. Just turn it back to male and female. I’ve seen even trans intersex people say they don’t want intersexism to have anything to do with transgenderism, or to be used as some sort of “gotcha”, because it really has nothing to do with it.)

And that is all that biological sex means. It naturally says nothing about your opinions or feelings or personality.

What does form you for a part, though, is socialisation. So, what toys you had to like as a kid which were gendered by your parents, or whether your mother told you “boys can’t cry”, and later on you find pornography and think it’s okay to call women sluts and beat them up in bed because you think they like it, or your parents tell you about clothes that are too short, you are being warned about rape and men being dangerous, you hear women being called sluts later in your life, all of that influences your actions.

However, this is not a result of being born a certain way. This is mass socialisation that has been happening since whenever men decided they were more important than women. They did this so they can have full access to our bodies, since we’re the ones who bear the children. Marriage was originally invented to give men free access to women’s vagina whenever they want.

This socialisation is called gender. It’s the method used to oppress all women that were born female.

All of this has already been said, but I haven’t specified anything about transgenderism yet.

Transgenderism is something I, like truscum, only see as a medical solution for certain people with sex dysphoria. If you have sex dysphoria, you can choose to transition, but there are other ways to battle sex dysphoria, which other people choose, so not everyone with sex dysphoria is trans, but ANYONE who is actually trans, has dysphoria. I wholeheartedly respect these people and wish them only luck and happiness to come, although I don’t believe they will ever be male or female, biologically.

However, I’m not so content with the other two brands of (trans)genderism, AKA:

1. equating female to femininity and equating male to masculinity;
2. anyone can call themselves anything they want and they are that. A woman is someone who identifies as a woman, a man is someone who identifies as a man, and there are endless possibilities. Only you can decide your gender and your gender is your true self. You may not assume anyone’s gender, you have to ask.

I hate both of these, but not equally.

The first one, although disgustingly regressive, is consistent, at the very least. It agrees with the conservative view; “males are masculine, females are feminine”. The only difference is that conservatives try to change feminine males into masculine males (and vice versa), and the trans community thinks you should transition feminine men to females (and vice versa).
Iran proves this to be true; homosexuals, often gender non-conforming, have to transition (AKA have their genitals mutilated against their will) to be made straight. Conservatives often prefer transgenderism over homosexuality (especially combined with gender non-conformity).

The second one is one that comes with many risks that people don’t seem to see. Imagine everyone calling themselves whatever they want, because they feel like it, take Daniëlle Muscato for instance. How do we point out male on female violence in the Third World? Do we say: “Maybe the people that mass rape those people identify as genderfluid and the people that are raped identify as non-binary?” Or even worse: “Maybe the people that mass rape those people identify as female and those people identify as male?”

This is why gender identity/liberal feminism isn’t doing anything to help the Third World. You fail to do classbased analysis and give yourself to the patriarchy, promote abuse in sex, promote pornography, promote legislation of prostitution (when most people harmed are girls and women of colour, and most trans people that are harmed at all are twoc in the sex industry), you promote beauty as something good rather than something irrelevant to you as a person, you promote calling rapists by their pronouns, you promote the greatest idiocy of this century.

And somehow, I’M evil? You guys will be the downfall of my people! Sex trafficking is HUGE in Morocco! Why can’t we say that males are the problem, illegalize sex work without punishing the women and punishing the men that partake instead, see that giving your body to prostitution because otherwise you’d live in poverty doesn’t mean you’re willing, and make some fucking progress? Can’t you guys see that most people who willingly do sex work are white/western people?

…Wow. That was long, but I had to say it. I haven’t even clarified everything. I hope this clears up at least some confusion.

Do you have school-aged children?

I am a teacher. I’ve been a teacher for nearly twelve years. I’ve seen a huge number of education changes happen during this time, but I am worried about what is happening in education right now - and I am not sure that the general public are aware of the extent of the difficulties we face.

Let me start by saying that I am not concerned about my pay. I don’t want more money. I am not asking for your concern about my wages.

What I am concerned about are the cuts that the Conservative government are making to education - huge, life-changing cuts that are having a detrimental effect on the mental health and well-being of a massive number of children and young people.

This is going to be long, but if you have children, please bear with me and read to the end.

1. The new GCSE system

Michael Gove started his annihilation of the A*-G GCSE system back in 2010, and this year we see the first string of examinations take place. “More rigour” was the battle cry. However, did you know that the new GCSE English Literature exam - including the poetry exam, requiring study of an anthology of 15 poems - is closed-book? This means that no student will be given a copy of the text in their exam - not even SEND (special educational needs and disabilities) students, many of which have recall and memory problems.

The GCSE English Language exam uses extracts from heritage texts that carry a reading age of approximately 17. The average reading age of a GCSE-level student is 14. So why are we asking our students to read and analyse texts that are aimed at someone with a reading age 3 years above their own? Some of my students have a reading age of 9. They cannot in any way access the papers. In addition to this, the papers are up to 2hrs and 15mins long, often with a high number of questions - the Edexcel GCSE English Language paper 2 is equivalent to a mark a minute. I am seeing students who want to succeed breaking down as they simply cannot fit it all in - to understand and then interpret a text in such a small amount of time is extremely difficult for some students, and so what we are seeing is an increasing number of students switching off from their education as they simply write themselves off as ‘stupid’. You can see the Edexcel GCSE papers for English language here: https://qualifications.pearson.com/content/dam/pdf/GCSE/English%20Language/2015/specification-and-sample-assesment/GCSE-English-Lang-SAMs.pdf

I can only speak for English as it is my subject, but what I know is in existence across the whole curriculum is this: the Conservative government and Ofqual have released a new 9-1 grading system - but have only just, one month before GCSE exams commence, launched any real model of what each grade looks like. For the last two years, teachers have been working to help students achieve grades without knowing what those grades look like. We were told that a 9 was an “A**”, reserved for the top 3% of the country, and we were told that a “good pass” would be a 5 and equivalent to a high C/low B, and that a 1 would be equivalent to a G, but that’s it. Last month, they even changed that - making the new “good pass” a 4 for students - but to add insult to injury, kept the “good pass” at a 5 for schools when being graded for league tables.

Confused yet? Imagine working in it.

We still don’t know how the new GCSEs are going to be graded. We probably won’t know for sure until after the exams. The Conservative government are talking about “rigour” whilst simultaneously asking us to teach a system that has such little “rigour” that nobody even knows what a student needs to do to achieve a 9 grade.

Schools are in disarray as they know one thing to be true - if their GCSE results are bad, Ofsted will swoop in, prepared to announce them as “requiring improvement”. This will happen despite the fact that even though we have repeatedly asked for clearer guidance and clarification on exactly what we can do to help students achieve the best they can, we have not been given anything. Nothing at all.

The goalposts are *still* moving, even now - and some of your children are sitting these exams in less than a month.

We are risking entering a time where the Key Stage 4 curriculum consists of teaching to the test and not much else. This goes against everything that most teachers stand for. Teaching to the test is boring. It doesn’t help students to love their subjects; it kills any enthusiasm they ever had. Last week, I had a 90-minute discussion with my GCSE English group about whether Hyde (from Stevenson’s story) was really a person. It ended with the students asserting that Hyde was never a person; he was not even a personality - Hyde was simply an excuse. These GCSE students - aged 15 - critically evaluated the novel and its interpretations, deciding that Jekyll and Hyde is actually a story about choice, rather than split personalities or hidden evil. It was incredible. I walked away worried that I’d wasted an hour and a half of exam practice. This should not be happening.

2. Excessive Testing at Ages 7 and 11

I am going to give my professional opinion on this, as someone who works at the chalkface: these exams are completely arbitrary and do not test the skills required for success at GCSE and in adult life.

This year, I had a cohort of Year 7 students arrive at my school having not written a proper story for over a year. They knew what a fronted adverbial was, and how to spot an internal clause, and even what a preposition was - but when I set them a task to write a story, they broke down and cried. They cried. I asked them to write a story - something that should be incredibly enjoyable and an adventure, regardless of your level of ability or need - and they couldn’t do it. They knew the nuts and bolts, sure - but had no idea how to put them together in any meaningful way. They had ideas, but no confidence.

My year 7 cohort had some of the highest SATs scores we could have hoped for - many of them with scaled scores of 115 and higher (scaled scores go from 80-120, with 100 as an 'average’), but their first creative writing piece was a huge failure, and I felt like a failure. We’ve since done a huge amount of work on story writing and creative motivation to develop their confidence and bring their marks up, but this has taken time from us that could have been used to develop their analytical skills, to develop their use of imagery and tone, to help them become more critical thinkers. I should not be teaching students how to piece a story together at secondary school.

I completely agree that students need to leave primary school 'secondary ready’. However, I do not think that testing students’ ability to identify grammatical items over their ability to compose a creative piece is the best way to do it. It only increases student anxieties when they arrive at secondary school only to find that they have no idea how to approach their secondary-level subjects.

I have a firm belief that testing students does not make them better learners. What should be happening is this: teachers should be being given the freedom to develop their students’ motivation, creativity, critical thinking, enthusiasm and, most of all, their passion. Students with passion always, always succeed.

This Conservative government seem to think that “rigour” means taking education decisions out of the hands of teachers. Michael Gove - a journalist - started this course of action. He criticised us when we told him it would not work, and pressed ahead regardless.

Multiple studies have shown that the mental health of children is suffering under this government. This has been known as far back as 2015: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/over-focus-on-exams-causing-mental-health-problems-and-self-harm-among-pupils-study-finds-10368815.html with 90% of teachers agreeing that SATs preparation is harming students’ mental health: https://www.tes.com/news/school-news/breaking-news/nine-10-teachers-believe-sats-preparation-harms-childrens-mental

3. Grammar Schools

We do not need grammar schools. We don’t. If we increase funding to all state schools to a level reflective of needs, allow teachers to develop a ‘grammar curriculum’ (lots of extra-curricular, increase independence of teachers), give schools ‘grammar resources and invest in better pastoral care (decent behaviour interventions that selective grammars don’t need) then we won’t need grammar schools. Don’t let Theresa May fool you.

The Conservative government say that working class students need a decent chance to succeed, and so she wants to build grammar schools above investing in local state-run facilities? Riiiiight. It’s a clear fact that house prices in catchment areas are higher. It’s a clear fact that middle-class families usually spend on tutoring and so more middle-class children get into grammar schools.

Why do we need to build more schools when we can just give more money to existing ones?

It’s easy to improve a school. Stop cutting funding and invest in decent support services. Which leads me to…

4. Cuts to Funding

When I entered teaching in 2005, most classes had a learning support assistant (you may know them as a TA). These people were incredibly important - they worked with SEND students, BESD (behavioural, social and emotional difficulties) students, assisted with students who had been absent or were having trouble accessing the curriculum and they did this on minimal pay, with minimal complaint. I once taught a class where two girls, twins, had complex SEND needs, spoke no English, could speak Arabic and German but couldn’t read it, and had no social skills. My TA was incredible, and she developed a whole scheme of picture-based activities for them to help them become happy, capable members of society.

This government have cut spending on education to the point where these TAs are rare, or simply don’t exist.

Now, teachers are asked to develop the progress and achievement of these students alone. If your child is dyslexic, they no longer have the ‘luxury’ of a TAs attention or time – instead, it is their teacher’s job to accommodate them. Believe me, this is something we want to do. If we had the ability, we’d break off a little bit of ourselves and sit with them as much as we could. However, the average class size is 30, and this is impossible. We are told we are failing when our most vulnerable students do not achieve, but when you have 30 students, it’s not always easy to give every vulnerable student the time you wish to give. TAs allowed every student to progress and achieve as they allowed the class teacher time to develop clear schemes of work that could be worked on separately to the class, alongside the main learning. Now, dyslexic students are at the hands of often newly-qualified teachers who are still developing their differentiation skills and do not always have the time or resources to make good things happen. This is a direct result of funding cuts.

This isn’t just about SEND students, either. The excessive cuts to education mean that many schools are now in a situation where they are considering making cuts in the curriculum and getting rid of specific subjects, usually the arts: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/education/education-news/education-schools-struggling-financially-axing-gcse-a-level-courses-cutting-class-trips-headteachers-a7620931.html

Students today are being denied the opportunity to access the arts – the subjects that make them well-rounded thinkers, evaluative learners and creative, motivated individuals. I find it hard to stomach that due to excessive Conservative cuts, students are going to miss out on drama class, or art class, or music. That they may never know the joy of a school play, or what it feels like to be told to make their own song, or to find their groove when looking at characters in Shakespeare. Why the arts? Well, because they don’t add “rigour” – the new E-Bacc asks schools to focus on students getting English, maths, science, a language and a humanities subject – there is no requirement for arts. When you’re a cash-strapped school and you face a poor Ofsted report if your results are bad, why would you waste time and money on a qualification that, to the government, doesn’t count? These decisions are being made every damn day, because the government have headteachers over a barrel. You must succeed. You must get above average pass rates (which is in itself ridiculous; there will always be half below average). You must push out students with E-Baccs. If you don’t, we will academise you.

Are we here to provide exam factories that churn out identikit students? We’ve already seen a cut in vocational qualifications and a rise in mandatory GCSE resits in English and Maths. Therefore, if your daughter has her heart set on becoming a mechanic, she may not have the opportunity to even access a course until she is 18 – in the past, she could have done this at age 14, by choosing a vocational mechanic course as an ‘option’ – but hey-ho, these have been cut. Instead, she will have to do the same GCSEs as everyone else, and if she can’t get that “good pass” in English, well, then she’ll just have to resit. And if she doesn’t get the “good pass” the next time, well, she’ll just have to resit again. Until she is old enough to walk away. Why are we putting our students through this? Why aren’t we nurturing a child’s natural enthusiasm?

I taught a GCSE class back in 2009. It was a ‘bottom set’ class; they made my life hell but overall, were decent kids who just hated English, one of only two subjects they did at school as the rest of the time they were out doing vocational courses. They mainly got Ds in English, despite my best efforts. One own his own garage now. One runs her own hairdressing business. One builds motorbikes. One runs his own farm. Nowadays, these students wouldn’t stand a chance.

Cuts also affect the level of pastoral support that exists in schools. The best schools invest clearly in the wellbeing of their students by providing them with mentors, non-teaching year leaders, behaviour liaison officers and pastoral teams. Remember ‘Educating Essex’? Those ladies in the office who worked with the kids to get them back into class and enjoying education? Those are the important people. Those are the ones we are losing.

To end this massive rant, I want to point you towards the amazing-yet-horrifying website ‘School Cuts’ – www.schoolcuts.org.uk. It allows you to look at any school in the country and see the level of cuts, with a calculation of how many teachers it is equivalent to. I don’t think many people in the UK really understand what we are up against here. Here are a few figures that mean something to me:

Hove Park School, Brighton & Hove: -£940,335 in cuts – equivalent to 25 teachers or -£659 per pupil

The Burgess Hill Academy (formerly Oakmeeds Community College), Sussex: -£273,426 / 7 teachers / -£340 per pupil

Bridgemary Community School, Gosport: -£421,065 / 12 teachers / -£797 per pupil

Sir Thomas Boteler CofE High School, Warrington: -£132,685 / 4 teachers / -£211 per pupil

Durrington High School, Worthing: -£474,491 / 13 teachers / -£274 per pupil

This is horrifying. These cuts mean that your children are absolutely not getting the education they need or deserve – all thanks to apparently “unavoidable” cuts made by a government who have already cut corporation tax, can afford themselves an 11% pay rise, can reduce inheritance tax and make allowances for the very rich.

I know that you may not like the leaders of the other parties very much. I understand that Brexit plays a part. However, students are arriving to school hungry, and we no longer have the funds to provide for them. We are being forced by this government to pressure students through a horrific, class-led system that discriminates against anyone with educational needs and that none of us agree with - and changes to strike laws mean that we can’t even protest it the way we want to. Brexit is happening, for now. Don’t be blinded by May. She wants you to be blinkered and she wants you to ignore the massive demolition of education. Don’t give her what she wants.

A vote for the Conservative government is a vote that gives them a mandate to ruin the lives of young people today - unless Conservative voters work with us to stop these cuts. I urge you – please look at the schoolcuts website, please take in just how much is being cut from your local area and PLEASE look at the other parties’ policies on education. Challenge your Conservative MP. Ask them to fight for change too. This is an issue that does not need to be red or blue!

Teachers should control education. Not politicians.

If your school is striking this term, please understand that we never want to deprive anyone of education. Strikes are always a last resort and always happen when we are not being listened to. The media will try to spin it and tell you we are all selfish misers who want better pay. We don’t. We want an end to a broken and corrupt system that exploits children and benefits the rich - that is all. Support your local schools, help out where you can - and vote for a party who will bring the humanity back to education.

—  Okay, I know I haven’t posted in a while and this post is incredibly long. However for the last week I have been studying and preparing for my mock exams, around 5 hours each night. Want to know why I’m studying for so long for MOCKS because everything we need to learn is incredibly long, we have to learn a Shakespeare play plus a 19th century novella and everything else. I am a dyslexic student and the closed-book exams are ridiculous, ever heard the quote “you can’t judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree” this is what they are doing. This status is making its way around Facebook after a teacher called Rebecca Bradley posted it highlighting what’s going on. It’s seriously messed up and needs to change not just the GCSE’s but budgeting.
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Summary: Reader is Raphael’s right hand woman. She befriends Simon and accepts his choices, she makes him feel welcome at Hotel Dumort.

Characters: Reader, Raphael Santiago, Simon Lewis, Clary Fairchild, Lightwood Duo, Luke Garroway, mention of Jace Wayland

Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV)

Word Count: 784

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anonymous asked:

I don't know how friends are acting in Korea when they're REALLY close, like brothers, as Jimin said, but what I know if, in my country (I'm in Europe), two males was acting like half they do, they'd be labelled gay for sure (true or not, but still). I don't know korean's usual behaviours on the subject, but in my eyes, these guys absolutely don't act like brothers. There is something going on and not only between JK and JM ¡ sorry for my english

They don’t act like brothers to me either anon (whether they are or not). I really feel like there is something going on with Jimin and Kook that runs deeper than just brotherly relations too. I can’t say we’re 100% right but I definitely can’t dismiss the thought. Now I’m not Korean either, but this blog ( @satellite-jeon ) gives you a Korean perspective on them. She does insightful analyses of them from that standpoint, so check her out. I think it’s safe to say that the K-shippers think they have a special relationship too. They blur the lines of typical “hyung-dongsaeng” relations. I mean just looking at Jimin’s behavior, reactions, interactions and just the things he says to and about Jungkook implies otherwise. (Allow me to have a small rant here lol)

1. He says things like: He wants to go on dates with Jungkook. He teases JK with lines like “Do you like hyung that much?” and “Are you happy because of me?”. He asks Jungkook for kisses/tried to kiss him. Once when they were at a photoshoot, he asked Jungkook to bear his children. Now he said this as a joke but really is this the kind of jokes you say to your brother?

2. He uploaded a tweet of them on Valentine’s Day. I’m pretty sure he knows what the day is. Does he expect others to see them as brotherly when he does this? Do brothers do that? He could’ve just uploaded the vid on another day that doesn’t even remotely imply couple. (I’m probably overthinking this one but Jimin is a sly person so blame him lol)

3. He doesn’t tell Jungkook to stop, like seriously and legitimately stop. He only encourages JK’s behavior. And we all know how JK behaves when it comes to Jimin. He let’s him manhandle him. He let’s him intimately hold on to his waist and sway in a back hug. He leans into it. He knows that he can make Jungkook flustered, make him blush or react and he acts on it.

4. He said Jungkook was his. In Run ep.15, when Hobi was talking about JK seeing him in the shower, he was not amused. In fact he got up and redirected the spotlight on him and JK, implying that JK uses his toothbrush. He eyes down fans who interact with JK a little too intimately for his liking. Do brothers show this kind of jealousy?

5. How he watches JK with intense looks (like in the vehicle after JK’s graduation). He checks him out. He shares heated intense stares with JK. I didn’t know brothers lick their lips and watch the other with hooded eyes. Who watches their brother like this? Do brothers have tension filled moments? I mean ain’t this a nice brotherly moment. This is definitely how you carry out an apologetic gesture with your brother. (Jin’s reaction reeeally verified that.) 😑

Originally posted by byulbixxdream

6. Let’s not even talk about those fan accounts from Japan or even their recent 21st CG actions because I’m pretty sure they could’ve behaved more brotherly. 

Now I really can’t say anything about any other ship other than Jungkook and Jimin’s because really and truly their dynamic was the only one that stood out to me when I got into BTS. So although I like the other ships in BTS, some romantic, others platonic, I can’t say I have as much of a strong feeling for any other ship being something more as I do with Jikook/Kookmin. 

(P.S Your English is fine anon.😊)

Knight in Shining Armor (Loki Lafeyson x Female Reader)

Originally posted by maryxglz

(GIF NOT MINE, CREDIT GOES TO OWNER)

Words: 1546 (Holy shit??!)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader (platonic), OMC (kinda??? Idk I just made his name up) x Reader

Warnings: Arranged Marriages, Angst, Fluff

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki have been friends since childhood. Now that they’re older, they’ve drifted apart, Loki being too busy to spend any time with her. She’s fallen for her, but like a true warrior, she pushes her feelings aside. That is until her father promises her hand in marriage to another man. Will she be forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know? Or will the love of her life save her from him?

A/N: WOW I suck at summaries! Anyway, this is just something I wrote up last night, not thinking too much of it. I was just in a Loki mood after seeing a couple gifsets on Tumblr. So here we are! I hope you enjoy and I hope there aren’t too many mistakes. This is only my second time writing for Loki and it takes place in Asgard so I hope I did the Asgardians justice. Also, I was too lazy to proofread this one. I hope you enjoy!


“(Y/N)!”

You look up from your book, startled. Your mother and father enter your chambers.

“Yes?” You reply.

“We have the most wonderful news!” Your mother declares.

You furrow your brows, closing your book and cocking your head to the side. “Oh?”

Your father smiles. “I have promised your hand in marriage to a very wealthy Asgardian warrior!”

Your eyes widen. “Wh-What?!”

“Yes! Lord Deinnson.”

You feel the blood rush out of your face.

No no no no no nO NO!!

You’re out of your chair in a flash.

“How dare you?! You make such rash decisions without my consent?! Without any consideration as to whether or not my heart already lies somewhere else?!” You yell.

You can see the rage building up in your father’s eyes. “Do not speak to me that way young lady!!” He shouts

You head for the door.

Do not walk away from me!“ He screams at you. "I know what’s best for you!”

You turn and look at your parents. “You do not know me at all.”

And then you’re rushing out the door. You head down the hall, down the stairs, and out towards your family’s stables.

You throw the bridle on your horse, and jump on him, preferring to ride bareback than worry yourself with a saddle.

You let him run as fast as his legs can carry you. You let your tears fall freely as you grip his mane, burying your face in it.

You finally arrive at the castle.

You jump off of the horse, and walk up to the heavily guarded entrance.

“Name?” A guard asks.

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am a friend of Prince Loki Laufeyson.”

“Did he summon you?”

“N-No but-”

“You are not permitted here.”

Tears flood your eyes again. “P-Please I-”

“GO!!!” He yells, causing you to shrink.

You can only nod, as you walk back to where your horse is waiting.

“Lady (Y/N)?”

You turn at the sound of Thor’s familiar voice.

“Thor…” You say, gratefully.

He furrows his brows when he sees your tear streaked cheeks.

“What ails you (Y/N)?” He asks in a gentle tone.

“Something I’d rather not discuss. But I need to see your brother. Please.”

He nods and turns to the guards. “See that her steed is put in the stables.” He says to one, who nods and leads your horse away.

“Why did you turn her away?” He practically growls at the guard who had given you a hard time.

His eyes widen. “I-I-I didn’t realize- My most sincere apologies Your Majesty.”

Thor huffs. “Don’t apologize to me.” He gestures to you.

The guard’s face reddens. “Of course. My most sincere apologies Lady (Y/N).” He bows, before opening the gates. “Right this way.”

You nod, and let him lead you into the palace.

You’re led up to his chambers.

The guard knocks, and you hear a familiar ‘Come in.’. The guard pokes his head in and tells Loki who you were. Then the guard opens the door wider and lets you in.

“Thank you, you are dismissed.” Loki says to him.

Once you two are alone, Loki allows himself to smile. It’d been too long since he last saw you.

But his smile falters when he sees the look in your eyes.

“What is it my darling flower?”

And then you can’t hold it in any longer. You let yourself cry.

He has his arms around you in an instant. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, letting it wash over you.

“Shh, come my darling.” He murmurs, leading you over to a couch.

He holds you in his lap, rubbing your back soothingly until you calm down.

You take a deep breath.

“Loki… I am to be wed.”

His eyes widen, and his jaw clenches. You notice his grip on you tighten ever so slightly.

“To whom?” He says, his voice an eerie calm.

“Lord Deinnson.”

His grip tightens even more. That man was known for being a player. Using a woman for whatever he wanted, before throwing her out like an old rag.

He pushes you away from his body so that he can look at your face.

“And you do not wish to marry him?”

You shake your head.

He sighs in relief. “Hush now my sweet. You mustn’t worry yourself too much.”

You nod, burying your face in his chest again.

He leans back on the couch, still holding you. Your legs are stretched out, and he runs his slender fingers through your hair.

Once your breathing has deepened, he slowly stands, laying your sleeping form on the couch and covering you with a warm blanket.

“Sleep well my darling flower.” He murmurs, before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

He changes into his royal attire, helmet and everything.

And then he’s on his way to your family’s home.


You blink your eyes open and look around.

Loki’s chambers.

You smile to yourself. He’s not there, but that’s okay. You slowly stand, and head for the door.

You find your way out of the palace, heading down to the stables where your horse is waiting.

You get on and head back home.

You try to kill as much time as possible, taking your time with putting the horse back in the stables. Once you’re done, you head inside.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see your parents, in the living area of your home, with… Loki?

“Loki?!” You ask in shock.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother reprimands you for not calling him by his title.

“That is alright Madam, your daughter and I have known each other long enough. Titles are not a necessity.”

You blush, smiling as he walks towards you.

He stops, only inches away from you.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper.

He smirks. “I, your knight in shining armor, have come to save you from the beast.”

You roll your eyes, which are now tearing up.

“The Prince has come to ask for your hand in marriage.” Your father says.

“Oh?” You say, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes, and therefore your promised marriage to Lord Deinnson is  no more.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I am so in love with you (Y/N). I think I have been since we were children, and used to play in the gardens.”

You giggle. “You always wanted me to be the princess so you could save me, but I wanted to be a warrior instead.”

He chuckles, a low melodic sound that rumbles in his chest. “I remember that.”

He takes your hands in his. “You and I have been friends since childhood. I don’t think I realized my feelings for you. You are strong, witty, smart, mischievous.” He smirks, and you giggle. “And when I heard that you were to be wed to another man, I couldn’t bear it. Because I knew that he didn’t know you as well as I do. I knew he wouldn’t be the husband you deserve. I knew what I had to do.”

He gives you a small smile, which you return with an even wider one.

“I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. So if you’ll let me, I wish to make you my Queen.”

Tears blur your vision, and you nod smiling. “Of course I’ll have you Loki.”

He smiles, sighing in relief. It’s then that you notice the tears in his eyes.

He cups your cheek and pulls you closer before his lips are on yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

The two of you pull away, and Loki looks back at your parents. “Thank you, Lord and Lady (Y/L/N). I promise I will take care of your daughter.”

They nod, smiling at the two of you.


A week later, you stood in one of the great halls in the palace.

“Are you ready Your majesty?” One of the maids asks.

You giggle nervously. “Enough of that, at least wait until it’s official.”

She smiles. “Very well, are you ready M'lady?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Loki showing you the secret garden when you were four.

Loki chasing you around said garden at age seven.

You and Loki watching the stars at night

Loki showing you his magic when you were ten.

You sitting in the garden and confiding in Loki, telling him about all your troubles at age fifteen.

Loki showing you his frost giant form when you were sixteen, him being afraid of your reaction, but you only being amazed and telling him he was beautiful.

You and Loki training together as warriors at age eighteen.

The months you spent apart in recent years, you wishing he would call you to the palace like old times, but knowing that those days were over.

And then finally, Loki proposing to you.

You open your eyes and nod. “I’m ready.”

The doors leading into the throne room open, and you walk in.

You see him standing there, in all his glory, and you feel tears fill your eyes.

“You look ravishing my love.” He says when you reach him.

“You look quite handsome yourself my king.” You reply.

He smirks.

“My Queen.”

“My Loki.”


A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this drabble. I probably messed up when writing the Asgardians. But anyway, thanks again! As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!


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Pairing: Fili x reader

Summary: You and Fili are clearly in love. Everyone knows…except for you two.

(Not my gif)

Your fascination with the stars was almost enough to rival that of the elves. As you sat in the grass a few metres away from the company’s campfire with your knees held against your chest, a small smile allowed itself to play about your lips. Chances to relax were few and far between on the quest to take back Erebor, and you certainly weren’t going to waste this one, choosing to stare up at the twinkling constellations scattered across the velvety black sky rather than joke and sing with the company.
“I saved this for you. Bombur was going to eat it.”
You were caught off guard as Fili sat down beside you, crossing his legs and handing you a bowl of stew, still warm. You smiled shyly.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, starting to eat.
“How come you weren’t sitting with the rest of us? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”
You paused to finish your mouthful of stew before speaking. “I like watching the stars. It helps me relax. Which I now realise sounds very pathetic,” you added, covering your face in embarrassment. Fili chuckled, moving your hands away gently.
“It’s not pathetic. Everyone is drawn to their beauty,” he told you. You felt your cheeks burning scarlet at the close proximity between the two of you, his hands still holding your wrists. You were grateful for the poor lighting, and that he couldn’t see you blushing.
He seemed to snap out of a reverie, dropping your wrists quickly and clearing his throat. “Anyway, I just thought you might be hungry.”
You smiled softly as he stumbled over his words. His shyness was just one of the things you loved about him. Another one being his kindness. And his good looks. And his eyes and-
“(Y/N)?”
You blinked rapidly as Fili waved his hand in front of your face, interrupting your daydream.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked, mortified that you’d been caught daydreaming.
“I was saying you should probably come join us by the fire. I don’t-I mean, we don’t want you getting cold,” he corrected himself hastily. He was grateful for the poor lighting that prevented you seeing him blush.

“Get to sleep. We’ve a long day ahead of us tomorrow. (Y/N), Fili, take the first watch,” ordered Thorin. You nodded absentmindedly, biting your lip. Sitting up with Fili for hours was not going to end well, you were certain to embarrass yourself. Unknown to you, the very dwarf you were worrying about was facing the same trouble as you.
“I can’t do this, Kee. I’ll mess things up,” Fili hissed. Kili grinned.
“No you won’t! No brother of mine could ever be bad at getting girls.”
“You’re not helping.”
“Sure I am! Just tell her how much you love her, and that you want her to bear your children.”
“KILI!”
“Kili, get to sleep and leave your brother alone. He’s young and in love, his mind is troubled enough,” Bofur teased, rolling out his sleeping bag. Fili groaned, holding his head in his hands.
“Fili? Are you alright?” you called across the dying fire. He looked up quickly at the sound of your voice, the voice that he loved so much, and his mouth hung open slightly. He’d had a response ready, but all thoughts and words had left his mind at the sight of you. The dying glow of the embers caressed your face, your usually pretty features now beautiful, the firelight dancing in your eyes and bouncing off your soft hair. His jaw hung open uselessly, and he was vaguely aware of Kili chuckling behind him.
“He’s fine!” called Kili, still grinning. “He saw something he liked and got distracted.”
You watched in confusion as Fili clapped a hand over his brother’s smirking mouth, and what looked like a blush dusted across his cheeks. You shook your head slightly; it was probably just a trick of the light.
You sat down on a log by the fire, rubbing your hands together in an effort to warm them up. A few moments later, Fili joined you. The two of you sat in awkward silence, both wracking your brains for something to say.
“Are you cold?” Fili asked eventually, noticing you shiver. You cursed yourself mentally; now you just looked weak to him.
“A little,” you admitted. “I’m fine though.”
He chuckled, holding his open hands out to you questioningly. “May I?” he asked, nodding to your hands. Unable to form words, you nodded slightly. He took your hands, which were considerably smaller than his despite you being a human, in his own, rubbing them gently and blowing warm air onto them. You found yourself staring at his face while he did all this, the corners of your lips twitching slightly in a tiny smile.
The expression of concentration on his face was beautiful, his brow furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking out from between his chapped lips. His golden hair kept falling over his eyes, and he kept tossing his head slightly to fix it. You would have fixed it yourself, if he wasn’t holding your hands in his own, and if you weren’t enjoying it so much.
You were suddenly aware that he’d stopped rubbing your hands, and that his clear blue eyes were staring back into yours. You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks flaring red. You fought the urge to sigh in annoyance; there you went again with the blushing.
Fili glanced briefly down at your lips, his eyes finding yours again as if asking for permission. You gave a tiny nod, holding your breath.
He leaned in agonisingly slowly, pressing his lips cautiously to yours. The cool metal of the beads on the braids of his moustache tickled you a little, but it wasn’t unpleasant. One of his hands still held yours, the other moving to hold your neck gently and pull you closer. You obliged, cupping his warm cheek with your free hand.
You pulled away reluctantly, needing to breathe. Fili’s eyes found yours once more, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still holding your neck gently.
“I suppose this would be a good time to tell you how in love with you I am?” he joked, and you smiled softly.
“Probably,” you answered. “For now though, just kiss me.”