its not a dani post but i love them too alright

Tom Holland - Concert

anon request: you’re in a band and you’ve been a fan of tom for a while and then you meet him at some kind of event and he tells you he loves your music.

okay so i tried my best with this one and i hope you like i anon!! i added some more to this so it was longer and i hope you all enjoy!!

requests are open:))

Originally posted by karlmordo

“i didn’t expect this many people to come” i looked at the large crowd in awe. there must have been at least 350 people that showed up. my band and i sent out two or three tweets saying we will be performing a few songs at a park in LA. we obviously we not expecting this big of a turnout.

i looked back at my three friends, dani was on bass her short brown hair and light brown eyes that kind of resembled a yellow were looking excited. alex on drums alex was tall with darker brown hair that went past her shoulders she was always nervous before a show. lastly marcus on guitar he was care free and that’s what i loved about him he was about 6'0 with short black hair and green eyes. then there was me, i was the singer. we started off as a small garage band, all of us being highschool buddies with the same dream we all came together.

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daenerys targaryen: the same way

ANON REQUESTED: Daenerys x fem!dothraki! Reader The reader is one of the dothraki girls form Khal Drogo’s khalesar and she stays with Dany after Drogo dies and is Dany’s right hand and they slowly fall for each other or something along those lines it’s up to you. Thank you so much!! I love your blog💕💕

Daenerys barely showed grief in public when Khal Drogo died, but when you two were alone, she weeped all day and night along with the death of his son. You rode with Daenerys still, when hundreds of others went out and followed the stronges one. Sick and children stayed, and Dany is left to rule them. The dragons were the only thing that can make her happy during the day.

“Khaleesi,” you called out on her as she stared at you. “Is something wrong?”

You were in Dany’s chambers in Meereen, and she would often times called you to sleep beside her as company. Sometimes, the two of you would stay up late talking about what you missed the most whilst traveling with the khalasar, and often times you two would talk of Meereen, and her mission in the city. You were sitting by the balcony, overlooking the whole city when you felt her eyes on you.

“Your Grace?”

Daenerys walked and sat beside you, as she smiled. “You’ve got quite a taste for Meereen, don’t you?”

“It is a beautiful city,” you answered as the lights in the city got brighter and some music started playing somewhere else, voices in tongues you couldn’t understand.

Dany looked over at the city, and she smiled softly, then she looked at you. “If I take back the Seven Kingdoms would you be with me?”

“Forever,” you nodded, as you followed her inside. She started to take off her sandals, and she patted the space on her big bed.

But you refused, “I’m sorry, Your Grace.”

She looked visibly upset for a few seonds, but she nodded. “Alright,” she said as she laid down. You closed the door to her chambers, and you bid the guards posted on her chambers a goodnight, as you walked to yours. Once you stepped inside, you immediately flopped on your bed and sleep.

Dany laid awake that night. Why? What am I feeling?, she thought as she laid there awake through the night. Is has been months, am I feeling right?

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funny thing i wrote out all this shit in the tag of an anti jonerys post and realised well actually i’d rather have it out in a post so i can read it properly so here it is (plus elaborated/edited ofc):

i dont hate dany. i quite like her. i’m actually so interested in where she goes from here on out, but yeah dany x jon dont make much sense – narratively or politically. in fact, instead of them being too different (as per the post i was actually responding to) i’d argue that they’re too alike to work. both are hotheaded, emotional, stubborn and really fucking dumb when it comes to politics. jon marrying dany would literally be sooo bad. two rulers who dont understand how to play the political game. and if dany’s answer to everything is the threat of violence or actual violence – well is she really a fucking hero?? wasnt the whole point of the lannisters and cersei in particular supposed to show that ruling through fear is not only going to lead to revolt and chaos but that it’s also the most black and white display of evil vs good in game of thrones? putting the lannisters aside, that was the downfall of aerys II (the mad king) as well. 

i don’t doubt that dany has a good heart. she means well and she wants to save the little people, but she can free slaves and arrest the corrupted all she wants. when it comes to actually leading, she’s proven to be quite useless. she doesn’t understand how to keep a city running. but because she is so proud, emotionally-driven and hotheaded, she uses force to keep the peace, which is an oxymoron. 

and jon. the boy is a great leader without a doubt. he understands warfare and strategy. but the political game that is westeros? not a chance. like dany, he’s too emotionally-driven. he has a clear idea of right and wrong, and for him, there is only one choice and one path, which isn’t always the smoothest path. politics is a huge part of this world. you have to learn to play it or else you’ll die. honour and heart gets you nowhere. look at what happened to ned and robb. 

putting jon and dany together?? what kind of rule would that be? i mean in any other fantasy world that’s less horrific, that would definitely be the ship of all ships. opposites coming together. but this story is about the game of thrones. it’s rooted in politics as well as those fantastical elements we love, like heroic deeds and honour and bravery and chivalry. but it also shows that heroes can fall because this world is unforgiving to those who cant play the game, which means that jon and dany simply don’t make any sense. 

just my opinion. what do you guys think?

love-made-public  asked:

So I've been dying to give you prompts because I love your writing but I had zero ideas lol luckily the prompt thing you posted inspired me, so here it is: 10 "I might have had a few shots" where kala is drunk and cute and wolfie adores her? :) thanks!

Aww yes this idea is adorable.  Set after the cluster has rescued Wolfgang and right after they’ve left London for a new safe house.  This goes along with my headcanon that Lito brought both Hernando and Dani, and that Felix went looking for Wolfgang and the cluster brought him into the fold.  There are mentions of Dani/Lito/Hernando because I apparently decided Kala and Daniela needed to have a conversation about their boys.  (There’s also some Daniela/Felix in here because I literally can’t help myself sometimes.)

After a month or so in their new safe house, Daniela’s birthday rolls around.  They can’t throw her a big party like she would normally have, but Hernando and Lito (and the rest of the cluster) want to do something to thank her for everything she has done for them.  From being there for Lito to trusting him enough to fly across an ocean for people she’d never met, Dani had made an impression on them all.

Riley found one of her old contacts to get them a considerable amount of alcohol without drawing attention to them.  Nomi and Bug set up the computers so they’re ready for Riley to mix some music.  After Will, Sun, and Wolfgang do some recon to double check that the area is clear, everyone lets loose.  Riley spins up the first track (not too loudly) and the fun begins.

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Broken Crown and Fragile Heart

Summary: When Kala becomes engaged to another kingdom, threats are made to her and her family. That’s when they hire the new, and intense, security guard to keep her safe. Turns out, they both need each other beyond the job requirements.

Chapter: 1/?



When Kala was young, she knew she was going to be Queen. She knew that she was the oldest and there were no males born before her - she would, someday, be Queen. Envisioning herself was always like her mother - dawned in the robes she had admired as a child, a crown placed on her head next to a man she loved - instead, she is met with this scene; gunfire and screaming people, clutching at the arm of her bodyguard and the man she was falling for. How she could feel safe around Wolfgang Bogdanow after everything she knew, she had no idea.

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anonymous asked:

"Please don't die. You can't die" Vanessa and Usnavi?

Okay so this is a post nuclear apocalypse AU no one ever asked for at all, I’m sorry. 

Vanessa’s blood turns to ice as soon as she hears the sentinel’s shout on the walls.

“It’s Usnavi!” He hollers to the guard down below by the gate. “He’s hurt!”

There are rumors of a ghoul attack and of gunshots. Vanessa races to the nurse’s cabin as fast as she can, all the way from the other side of the base where she was training. She can only imagine the worst and her feet can’t carry her fast enough to get to the truth of it.

“Where is he?!” She shouts breathlessly.

A small group of people are gathered in the metal structure that is both Claudia’s nurse hut and Daniela’s office − they say that Daniela’s stare on you makes you heal faster and get out as soon as you can stand, so it keeps the crowds out. People part around Vanessa and there he is, poor Usnavi, pale and half covered in mud (he’s fallen down, surely, all on his left side), his clothes torn at the shoulder. There is blood seeping out at the joint. Vanessa wishes she’d agreed to Claudia’s training in healing, but she never did and she can’t say if it’s any serious. Usnavi’s eyes are squeezed tight and he’s wincing, but with Usnavi, that could mean anything. He’s not the toughest on their base.

“Where’s his hat?” She asks because if she asks about the wound, she’ll lose herself in her worry. “It’s all he’s got left from his dad, where’s Usnavi’s hat?!”

One of the guys who was out there with Usnavi on their scouting mission hands her the hat and she’s about to put it in place on his sweaty face where it belongs when Daniela’s voice booms through the small building.

“Let me see the fallen boy.”

All take a step back to give her space because when Daniela gives an order, you better follow it if you want this camp to keep its efficacious running. Only Vanessa stays, Vanessa can’t step away from Usnavi because what if they lose him when she’s not right next to him, before she can ever tell him… She drops to her knees next to his bunk, Daniela be damned.

Dani gives the pair of them one glance over, one look at his wounded shoulder then orders everyone out. Vanessa clutches Usnavi’s shirt. She can’t let go, she can’t ever let him die here on his own…

“He’ll be gone before the end of the day,” Daniela says. “Look at his shoulder…”

The whimper from Vanessa’s mouth is as inhuman as the ghouls who robbed her of Usnavi, maybe, of her Some Day boy, of her sunshine that gets her even through the most radioactive thunderstorms out there. And to think she never once admitted any of it… It’s unbearable and her heart speaks out before… before the unimaginable.

“Please don’t die,” she chokes out. “You can’t die.”

Usnavi’s eyes open, just a tight sliver, his eyelashes heavy and tired.


She takes his hand, rubs the inside of his palm, trying to be gentle and soothing even as fear clenches her heart. His voice is so soft, so weak…

“I… You can’t die, we need someone to cook. Everyone loves your cooking, you can’t die…”

He smiles and she’s not sure he understands her. She faintly registers Daniela sitting down at her desk, elbows on the table, fingers intertwining under her chin. Daniela doesn’t matter. Vanessa can only stare at Usnavi. She hates herself for this, for not having confessed sooner, for letting Usnavi go on this mission when he’s so much more useful inside the walls, for getting stupidly attacked by some ghoul or who knows what.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

His forehead is all damp with sweat and mud and probably a bit of blood, in these gunfights. Ghouls are bitches. She swears she’ll kill every last one.

“Sonny needs you, we need you here in camp,” she says desperately. “I need you…”

“Vanessa, I'm…”

“No, just you listen,” she cuts him, squeezing his hand. “I didn’t stay with my ass in this shit camp for you to die on my hands, alright? You’re not dying. I insist to die first, eaten by a mutant rat, and you can die after that if you want.”

He chuckles, then coughs a little and she wonders if there was blood in his other hand before, but there sure is now.

“Promise, alright? I… I can’t lose you.”

“A'ight then.”

He looks at her so soft and she wants to get angry that he’s treating her as if she was daft in these last moments, but she’s also too frightened to let it bother her. On a spur, fear pulsing through her veins, she leans down and captures his mouth into a kiss. It’s messy and tastes a lot like dirt and there’s tears rolling down her face, but it’s so long overdue, ever since she found Daniela’s camp in the wasteland and decided to stay when the kitchen boy smiled at her. She kisses until she can’t think, can’t breathe.


“I love you,” she blurts out, because she doesn’t know if she’ll ever have the occasion again. “I love you so much.”

Usnavi seems confused, but happy − at least she’ll always have the memory of that face.

“I love you,” he whispers.

His hand goes up to her hair, stroking it softly, and he looks struck by the stars.

“Are you two done?” Daniela asks.

Vanessa glares at her. She wants to cry some more, but Daniela doesn’t deserve to see her vulnerable. Dani stands up again and dials some number on the rusty old terminal in the corner, then turns to Usnavi, patting his good shoulder.

“Claudia will be arriving soon, the wound is very superficial, you’ll be out of here by night.”

Vanessa’s heart stops and she opens her mouth, but words won’t come out in her anger.

“But I was right, you made a nice little show. Have fun until then.”

And she exists the hut, leaving them to deal with Usnavi’s non-imminent death after all.

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Luna Velasquez loves apartment 315. She loves how it’s sat right in the corner of the complex with their balcony overlooking the street, just high enough up that she can pretend she lives in a real city instead of this shitty college town. She loves rooming with her cousin Daniella and her best friend Niall, the way they dance around each other, and their ever flowing circle of friends in and out the slightly dented front door. She loves the boys across the hall, Louis and Zayn, who always share their weed and compliment her cooking. She loves her stuff scattered all over the worn carpeting and the chips in the drywall. But most of all, she loves the feeling of home.

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