let us make love not war

This shit is BAD

According to ANTIFA’s website, they are planning to overthrow Trump on November 4th with a CIVIL WAR, EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW THAT THIS SHIT IS BAD. And with the North Korean threat, that make it even worse, because they WILL see it as a weakness, and use that time to strike the U.S, the country that we love. So take up arms, and re-blog the absolute living SHIT out of this, I may only have 6 followers at this time, but this needs to get WAY out, get this to the FUCKING GOVERNMENT IF YOU CAN GOD DAMNIT. WE AS AMERICANS CANNOT LET OUR GREAT COUNTRY BE DESTABILIZED, or we may not have it anymore.



Here’s to the newbies just starting out, the ones discovering their ability to twist and bend plots, characters and places to their will for the first time,

To the old faithfuls, who have kids at home and a full-time job but somehow still find the time to make us forget for a while,  

To the students who publish one-shots and sagas in-between study sessions,

To the ones who posted that one fic years ago and have since moved on, but whose story meant (and still means) so much to so many readers,  

To those of you who publish short, little things that pack the emotional punch of a freight train,

To the ones who update faithfully, and to the ones who don’t,

To the ones who weave lyrics into their stories, and the ones who deal in nothing but angst,

To those who don’t write in their native language, 

To the brave ones who do it despite their fear of rejection or criticism, 

To the ones who like to write with their friends, and the ones who do it alone because their friends wouldn’t understand, 

To the ones who spend hours researching in order to to make their world as real as possible, 

To to the poets and novelists and essayists and dreamers:  

Every single one of you is precious.  

You, along with all the other fandom artists and creators, lift us up and give us hope.  You make us laugh, you make us cry, you make us think and question and wonder.  You help us escape, sometimes, when we need it most.  You bring the unimaginable to life, you translate lofty words into ones we can smell, hear and taste, and you continually encourage and inspire us.  You’re wonderful and powerful and courageous and so, so loved, even if we aren’t always the best at letting you know it.  So this is for those of you with empty comment sections, with a concerning lack of kudos/likes/favs/bookmarks. Your stories make a difference, and they always will.  

So, from all of us to you:  

Thank you.

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas


leia and bb-ben - spring break wooo!!!

use caution when tanning on a planet with two suns. ben’s just the kind of kid who needs floaties on a desert planet, okay? 

//the first of a small collection of leia and bb-ben doodles i was going to give as a gift to 🌹Princess Carrie Fisher🌹 this year at Star Wars Celebration. She will always be with us and the Force is stronger now that she’s apart of it. she always liked the little doodles of her dog gary I did, I thought she would get a kick out of these too. See you on alderaan, sweet princess. I love you more with each passing moon rise.

happy spring break, and have a great star wars con, friends! lets go cosplay-brothers! close your eyes and think of Alderaan.


I realized I didn’t post here in a while so have some fidget spinner Hux ! 
Inspired by Pablo Hidalgo’s latest reveal about Hux, and lovely twitter folks !     ヽ(o♡o)/

Kylo using the Force to take Hux’s fidget spinner away just to annoy him. It’s revenge for Hux letting Millicent sit on Kylo’s face.

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sometimes I think about who I am without you,

I am the very essence of a tragedy,
a hero whose darkside consumes them whole,
a lover without my love,
a survivor without a reason to keep going.

I would make the constellations ache to tell my story,
because they specialize in sad stories,
they make empires on heartache.

but I will not be a myth because I destroy the world with your name ringing through my mind
whenever I let blood run through the streets.

no, we will build empires, ignite rebellions, on hope
we will make those that come after us ache
to see the two of us in action,
side by side,
the golden and darkened ones that are well matched in their fire. 

because, darling, the universe owes us.
we tore ourselves apart to keep the sun turning in sky
and the universe itself fell silent
when we first let the other into our souls,
in that dark night
where blood and chaos echoed in the background. 

we are owed the happy ending
that let us drift off to sleep as children,
that fairytale ending.

because there’s a sense of rightness
when your skin brushes mine,
a mark etched in where you lingered
for moments between the war.

and whenever I fall,
scar my skin yet again,
breaking open old wounds,
you bandage them with gentleness
that I long ago stopped believing I deserved.

and isn’t that what the best love stories are built on,
and we make the love stories
that we were told when we were innocent
look like the tragedy
we are desperately trying not to become .

because in our actions,
in our faith,
there’s a depth of devotion
that makes even the divine shudder. 

because you make my bloodstains
seem like dropped rose petals,
you make my scars
seem like tiny bits of stardusts,
you make my broken heart
seem whole.

—  it is in your song that I rejoice by Abby S
even if it's fake || stiles stilinski

word count: 4793

warnings: swearing, angst

request: hi could i get a stiles imagine where he and the reader broke up then few days later reader messages him saying before he can block her she’s making him say ‘i love you’ even though he doesn’t mean it. if only i could send you the pic of where i got this idea 😭😭😭 hope u understand this TY AND ILY 💕💕

author’s note: sorry that this took so long to get written! i sort of changed it up a bit, but i hope you enjoy it. thank you to @dumbass-stilinski who gave me a few ideas, and @stilinski-jpeg who read it before it was finished. and also hay and soph for reading this after i finished it! @sincerelystiles @sarcasticallystilinski


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The Quickie

Rating: Explicit

What happened after the fade to black.

gif by @caitbalfes

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“Shhhh…” She said through a giggle. “Someone is going to hear us.”

“Let them.” He replied.

It had been more than a month since he’d been inside her. He didn’t care if the entire ship knew he was bedding her right now. He’d let them watch if he had to.

In the beginning of their relationship she’d been hesitant to make love in close-quarters, hidden only by their blankets or a thin tent, while dozens of men slept feet away. While on the road or during the war, the only options had been semi-public sex, or no sex. No sex wasn’t the choice then, and it wasn’t the choice now. Claire had quickly become accustomed to it, and several times he even noticed the intimate grip of her body tightening, and her slickness increasing when they heard footsteps or voices nearby.

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“They don’t know how much it pained me to kill Narti. Narti meant as much to me as any of them and she betrayed me–betrayed us. She put all of us at risk, put our lives in jeopardy. I was forced to make a decision: take her out or let her actions be the death of the only people in this universe that I have ever truly cared for. I loved Narti with all my heart, but in the midst of war, soldiers are forced to make difficult decisions. I made mine, and they abandoned me for it. Even though I had their best interests at heart.”

“Fy faen, I’m gonna miss you.” Isak said between smooches to Even’s face. They were laying in their bed, snuggled close and limbs tangled. 

So, tomorrow is the first day back to school after the summer break. This marked the end of the last few weeks that both of them spent mostly together, apart from the occasional meeting of friends alone or work shift. They got used to having each other around almost the whole day. 

“You’re having a free period at noon, right?” Even asked and nuzzled their noses together. Isak nodded (mostly to bump their noses further). 

“Yeah, Jonas and I wanted to go to KB for that and visit you.” Even’s face brightened. 

“Yeah?” Three hard pecks to Isak’s lips.

“Hmhmm.” Isak carded his hand through Even’s hair and then locked his arms around his neck and threw a leg over Even’s hip.

“I’m gonna miss you, too, baby monkey.” Even pulled him impossibly closer as Isak playfully bit at his jaw. “But, I can’t wait to meet my hot third-year boyfriend for lunch tomorrow.” 

“Hmm, if that gets you going, just wait until I get the red overall thing at the end of the year.” Isak’s grin was paired with a flirty eyebrow raise and Even mock-gasped before closing the remaining (none at all) distance between them. 

(Since Vilde infected Mags with the russ enthusiasm, there was the lose plan to form a russ together. Even if they just wanted to get a rental that matched the Los Losers van and not spend any real money for it, because effort). 

They made out some more after that. Because they are sappy and gonna miss the shit out of each other. Even though they will see each other in the morning. And at lunch. And right after school. But they have to get used to it again, ok? 

  • Let them be a bit clingy for the week. 
  • Let Isak wrap legs and arms around Even. 
  • Let Even say “my baby monkey” four times as often as usual. 
  • Let them pout and tell each other “I love you” in a dramatic voice as if this was the end. 
  • Let Even make Isak his favourite breakfast (pancakes, go home with your waffles, Mahdi). 
  • Let them walk hand in hand together to Isak’s tram stop. 
  • And let them part with a kiss that makes it look like one of them is going off to war. 

(And when I say “let them”, I’m speaking directly to Jonas, who is rolling his eyes at this so often he almost gets a head ache)

Feyre’s audition for the Inner Circle

*panel of judges: rhysand, morrigan, cassian, azriel and amren*

rhysand: come on in!

feyre: *opens door, walks to the center of the room, mumbling slightly*

rhysand: what was that? 


rhysand: okaay, we’ve got some anger. I’ll be sure to make a note of that

feyre: on what? there is literally NO paper anywhere near you

rhysand: a mental note, obviously. We’re gonna ask you some questions that will help us determine your value to the Inner Circle

feyre: is that what you call it? the inner circle? wow

rhysand: so far, you aren’t doing so well… anyways, lets begin… mor?

mor: do you like dresses? and makeup and jewels?

feyre: sure

mor: i’ll take it

rhysand: cass?

cassian: give me a ride and it’s a yes

feyre: fuck off

cassian: good answer

rhysand: *snickers* azriel?

azriel: this is some bullshit there’s a war coming 

feyre: agreed

rhysand: amren?

amren: yeah, whatever, she looks cool

rhysand: good, good… i’m sorry, but its a no from me

@unidentified-manatee as requested! honestly I love making these anything to distract me from acowar ugh…

You know, I really want to see a lot of things in IW. Like Tony and Strange being the Facial Hair Bros, Tony and Rocket interaction about tech, Bucky and Rocket interaction about the metal arm, Peter with his Iron Spider suit and more. But mostly,

Please give us the Steve and Tony moment where they have a private conversation. Where they show us a beautiful friendship which no matter what will ever end. Let them confess their feelings about eachother.

Give me the “Winghead&Shellhead” moment.
Give me the “It wasn’t worth it”.
Give me the “You gave me home”.
Give me the “I’m not half as good at–at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you.”
Give me the “Be safe, Steve.”
Give me the “He loved you and admired you.” (But using I instead of he)

Please MCU, make this happen. It all started with the two of them, and their bond is the strongest in every universe. Just give us what we deserve.

So I’ve been wanting to do something X-Men related for a while now, so enjoy this cute little bean.
Requests are open. Don’t be afraid to drop one in the ask box ✌🏻️

Charles Xavier headcannons:

-Probably the BIGGEST gentleman you’ve ever dated.

-Like seriously, so polite. Even after dating him for almost a year now, he still rocks the princely attitude towards you.

-So comforting to be around.

-His powers always come in handy when your mind won’t stop racing. Having trouble sleeping? He’s probably on top of the issue before you get the chance to bring it up to him.

-Lowkey dirty minded. Seriously though, the things he’s said to you. Instant panty dropper.

-Never once rose his voice at you. Always thinks of a logical way to settle arguments without having to use harsh or vile words.

-Such a smooth talker. You think when you first meet him, that he’s just an English boy with a good head on his shoulders, but you are SO wrong when he takes you on your first date.

-His voice, HIS VOICE. If that accent isn’t the death of you.

-He loves reading your thoughts. It fills him with such love to hear what you’re thinking about, especially when he hears you think about him.

-Lowkey wants children with you, but chokes up every time he brings up the idea.

-It seems like he’s got everything under control, but behind closed doors with you, he just lets it all out. This poor boy has the whole world on his shoulders, and being able to vent to you makes it so much easier to handle.

-Wants marriage but doesn’t know how to propose. Mostly worried about the war that’s happening, so he doesn’t want to drop the question during such a difficult time.

-You are his world, even if he doesn’t look like the type, he would definitely throw a few punches here or there to keep you out of harms way, hell, he’d probably use his powers for something other than good if it means you’d be safe.

-Loves to spend his nights off with you. Anything you want to do he’s right there. Wanna get a manicure? Well you’re in luck because he’d probably get his toenails done.

-If he did get his fingernails painted, he would wear that nail polish with pride knowing that every time he looks at it, you’re there with him in spirit.

-Never EVER laid a finger on you, only if it’s to give you back rubs, hugs or cuddles.

-He once was drunk and accidentally slapped you, that incident happened almost 2 years ago and he’s still beating himself up over it.

- Such a worry wart.

-One time you went out grocery shopping and he literally sent one of his students to follow you.

-“Sean? Is that you?”
-“Uh, Hi Mrs.(l/n).”
-“What are you doing here?”
-“um checking the weather, lovely isn’t it?”
-“Sean were inside”

-Probably kinda mad at him because he doesn’t trust you to be on your own long enough to get food for the large house.

-Erik is probably super protective of you too. Would sacrifice himself for you, you’re like the niece he’s never had.

-All the students think of you as a mother, just like they think of Charles as a father.

-If anyone, and I mean ANYONE is to lay a finger on you, look at you the wrong way, or have perverted/ nasty thoughts of you? They best watch their asses, because they’ll have one angry mutant on their case, and it WONT be a happy ending for them.

anonymous asked:

Hi. Can i get a kiss/make out tips lmao I s2g Ive never been kissed before and i just want to get ready??????????


Kissing is great but only when done right!  So brutal honesty it is unlikely that your first kiss will be any good, however this shouldn’t make you nervous, nobody’s first kiss is good, it will be awkward and probably a bit fumble but that’s ok because you can practice!

first of all if you’re not enjoying yourself then your partner probably isn’t enjoying it much either, so focus on yourself and make sure you’re enjoying it. It’s important that you relax as well. This will put the other person at ease and everything will become more natural and nicer. It’s like, if you purse your lips and push against them it’s not pleasant, however if they’re relaxed it’s not so hard and everything is softer, you can imagine that this is much nicer to kiss. 

It’s also important that you get a good flow going. Think of it as a story with a beginning, middle and end. A book wouldn’t be very good if you jumped straight to the middle. This is the same with kissing, if you jump straight in with tongues and heavy breathing then it’s not going to be great. Start off slow and gently, then you can slowly heat it up if you want to but only if you want to, don’t feel pressured. 

HANDS! are difficult, do not just let them just hang by your sides like rag doll. Use them! thread them through your partners hair or lace them being their neck or back, but do not just leave them there. 

Follow you partners lips. your lips should not be at war for dominance,  they should be dancing together like an art. The experience should be pleasurable and not stressful. Let it take it’s natural course.

Good luck,

Lots of love, Mary xoxo

What you felt when you were with him

Ivar x Reader 

a/n: another bit of fluff, this might be a little different from the normal :) 

Originally posted by thefacesofdeath

You were waiting impatiently in front of the healer’s tent. You wrung your hands together nervously - you knew that Ivar was going to be alright, but knowing that he was in such deep pain and you could do nothing about him always bothered you greatly. You had always been aware of his existence, who in Kattegat didn’t know of the crippled prince who was destined to greatness and fame by the seer? However, you had truly met him during one of your raids. You were a fierce shield maiden, and although you might have not been the strongest, you were one of the deadliest due to your wit. All Viking warriors in their right mind respected your ideas and suggestions when it came to war strategy. In fact, you had been invited by the Ragnarsson’s to join them in dining so that you could discuss the plan of attack. You had arrived to their cabin on the large Viking ship, and opened the door swiftly and quietly without knocking; you wanted to see the way that they acted with each other so that you could better understand them - and pick enemies and allies. 
The scene in front of you was not entirely shocking, but not expected either. Ubbe and Hvitzervik were attempting to restrain Ivar, shouting loud curses at both him and Sigurd, who only kept encouraging the crippled man to a fight. Ivar’s knife whizzed by his brother’s head, missing it only by a few centimeters, only due to the fact that Sigurd had ducked last minute.

You coughed lightly, making everyone freeze. “You called me.” You cocked an eyebrow at the obviously dysfunctional family and began taking light and confident steps towards the center of the room.

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Breaking the News

Requested by @summerhall here 

The morning sickness came at a completely inappropriate time. 

It was the third day in a row that Dany hadn’t been feeling well, but the first time she’d had to skip a meeting because of it. Her stomach was roiling and she could barely choke down a bowl of cold meal to break her fast before it all came back up. She stayed in the bedroom she’d been given for most of the morning with Missandei, drinking tea that was supposed to settle her stomach-but really didn’t help much. 

“You have to rest, my queen,” Missandei said, running a hand comfortingly down her back while Dany tried not to throw up again. 

“No,” she said without much conviction, “I have to go to the meeting.” There were White Walkers to fight and she needed to be out there with everyone else-but instead here she was, feeling too sick to leave her room. She didn’t even know how she’d gotten sick anyway. She barely ever got sick. 

Apparently she’d chosen the perfect time. 

“I can’t believe this. I really can’t believe this.” 

Missandei sighed. “You’ve been overworking yourself again, haven’t you? It’s not good for you, your Grace.”

“I’ve been sleeping fine.” She’d been getting a full three hours, which she didn’t mention. “Do you have any more of that tonic?”

“I can try…” Missandei stood and crossed the room, steeping more tea leaves-and then startled so abruptly that she almost dropped the china pot. “Your Grace, forgive me but…when was the last time you had your moon blood?”

“Last month…” She trailed off, suddenly unsure. The landing at Dragonstone had been busy and then Jon had come and she’d headed north…was she sure? It could have been two months. Maybe three. “Seven hells.”

Missandei sat down hard on the floor, looking slightly dazed. “Your Grace, have you…lain with anyone recently?”

She shut her eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This really couldn’t be happening. “Lord Snow…several times.”

“It’s still early…”

“I can’t be with child.” There was a good chance that she and Jon would perish in the fight against the White Walkers anyway; she couldn’t be pregnant now. She couldn’t lose another child. “There must be a mistake.”

The gods had a crooked sense of humor-give her the thing she’d always wanted at the last possible time she could have it. 

“When my mother was with child…it started like this,” Missandei replied. There was no judgment, fear, or even joy in her tone; she sounded like she was trying to keep her voice level, perhaps to calm Dany. “It may be too early to tell but…”

“I have to tell Jon.” She was already dreading it. Hadn’t she told him that the dragons were the only children she would ever have? They hadn’t taken any precautions-they hadn’t thought they needed them. “Seven hells, I have to tell Jon.” She felt suddenly dizzy and she lay back on her bed, touching her stomach absentmindedly. Now that the idea had been put in her head she couldn’t seem to get rid of it; it had burrowed into her subconscious like a parasite, the idea that there was a child inside of her again. The gods had given her another chance, and she would have to waste it. She felt a sudden rush of rage; was this a sick idea of a joke? Let her get attached only to lose yet another child?

Missandei gripped her hand, waiting for her to focus on her. “Do you want me to come with you when you tell him?”

She hugged her, thanking the gods again for this blessing if nothing else. “I appreciate the thought. But I don’t think it will help. I think…I think this is something I have to do myself.” 

She was already dreading it. 

Jon stopped by Dany’s bedchamber as soon as the meeting concluded, hoping that something had changed in her condition. Everyone was hesitant to make decisions without her but they had to keep moving forward; they were already losing ground in the war against the Night King as it was and they couldn’t afford to stall much longer. 

Missandei met him at the door, and he asked “How is she?” before he could stop himself. 

“She’s…fine. She wants to talk to you though.” The Queen’s advisor brushed past him before he could call her back, looking like she wanted nothing more than to put space between them. 

A chill ran down Jon’s spine. Gods, help her be all right.

Dany was sitting upright in bed, her hands twined in her lap and she looked almost-dare he say it-nervous. “How was the meeting?”

“It was fine. You’ll be happy to know that we put off any major decisions.” He stopped in the center of the room, unsure where to go or what to do. How exactly would one define their relationship-their bond went deeper than sexual pleasure, but could never be more than that? “Are you feeling better?”

“For the moment.” She was silent for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

His back was immediately plunged into ice water. “What is it? Are you hurt? Did you hear something about the enemy-”

“No, it’s nothing like that. It’s…” She said the words fast, almost in one breath. “I’m with child.”

For a moment the words didn’t register and for another he thought she had to be joking. “What?” It had to be a mistake. It had to be. 

“I don’t know how it happened. I thought it was impossible. But…we had a maester examine me and-”

“But you know this can’t-we can’t-” The words kept freezing in his throat; he had to work to get them out. “We can’t deal with this right now.”

“I know, I know.” She drew her knees up to her chest and for a moment she looked frightened, almost vulnerable. “Believe me, Jon, I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t know it could happen.”

“You told me that you were barren.”

“I thought I was barren.” She sounded only second away from panicking. “You can’t seriously think that I would try to do this, do you? There’s so much at stake, it’s too big a risk…Jon, I can’t lose another child.” Her voice broke slightly on the last word. 

He couldn’t be mad at her after that, knowing that she was just as upset as he was. “…What do we do?”

“I don’t see what we can do.” Her voice had grown tight and shaky. “The White Walkers won’t wait for a baby. War won’t wait. We’ll probably be dead before we even have to-”

He sat down on the bed next to her-the same bed where they’d made love not two days before. How could they have been so reckless? How could he have let himself be so reckless? “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry won’t change anything.” She could barely look at him. “Sorry doesn’t matter. This is no world for a child.”

He shrugged. “We’ll just have to fight to make it so that it is.” 

“How? We’re outnumbered, we have too few weapons…and they can hurt us where we’re most vulnerable.” He knew she was talking about the dragons, about Rhaegal and Drogon even now flying around the ramparts of the castle because they were afraid to go too far north to hunt. “What’s the scenario where we’re heroes?”

He didn’t know what to tell her, because with each loss against the wights he felt his hope deplete further and further. They were fighting for extra days, not weeks or months or years. 

It should have been a happy moment, not one of the saddest-but he couldn’t seem to make himself see it as anything more than a curse. Yet another person he couldn’t protect. Oh, he would try-he would sacrifice himself easily, willingly, if it meant that he could save them-but it felt like a failure. 

When will I stop being such a fool? 

And the worst part was that he couldn’t go to her for the comfort he so often could. So they just sat there, too far apart, completely alone with their pain. 

He resolved then that, if nothing else, at least Dany would survive the coming storm. He would do whatever he had to do to make it happen, even if it meant he didn’t live much longer himself. 

Just then, Dany made a sound like she was trying not to laugh-and it was so out of character for her that he couldn’t help looking at her curiously. “What is it?” What about their situation could she possibly find funny?

She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s just…if times were normal we’d be discussing the legitimization of our child.”

Something about that was so absurd, so funny, that he couldn’t help laughing-and soon they both were. It hurt to laugh-it had been so long since he’d had anything to laugh about-but it was better than the pain of sadness. 

It made the dark situation seem just a little bit lighter. 

Tyrion wasn’t the least bit surprised when the Queen announced she was with child. No one was. He’d been more secretive with his whores growing up than the two monarchs were with the fact that they were sleeping together. The timing could have been better. 

But to be honest, he supposed he should have seen this coming. He’d known he’d have a problem the first time they saw each other and the sexual tension had been so pronounced he could have cut it with a sword. He sometimes forgot that they were still young people, and prone to flights of fancy. 

Obviously this complicated things. But they’d figure it out. 

They always had before. 

I feel like this was supposed to be fluffy and you’re all expecting it to be fluffy but surprise surprise that’s not how it turned out. Obviously I have no idea what Season 8 is going to be like but I imagine they’ll be in the middle of a war they’re not sure they’ll be able to win and what should be a happy occasion is tainted by fear and sadness. So I tried; but this is just what I could write. Sorry about that. 

And yes, I will do everyone’s prompts. I’m writing as much as I can lol. 

Prompts are open here  or whenever you think of them. 

Have a nice day lovelies <3


No disrespect to cats or food or sleep or Florida or hockey or Chris Pratt or Star Wars or Mark Hamill or Christmas or snow or porgs or Robert Downey Jr or cheesecake or even my Avy, but Reputation literally just brought my two favorite things on this planet together and I want to cry: Taylor Swift and the Great Gatsby. 

 Don’t believe me?  It took me an entire listen all the way through but I AM DYING; Gatsby is my all time favorite book and I have written about it, read it, and watched the movies thousands of times…so, let me know what you think.

Let’s start off simple.  For those of you who haven’t read the Great Gatsby, it’s a dramatic love story that doesn’t have a very happy ending.  Jay Gatsby is a rich, yet shady to the public eye, man who throws parties for the girl he used to love before he went to war.  He moved near her and eventually they got back together…only to end up in a crazy, mixed up tragic ending.  Daisy is married to Tom, but Tom is seeing Myrtle..this will all make sense later on.   So, if you don’t want spoilers, don’t read ahead…but please do anyway, haha.

The book/movie had a few themes that were repetitive – the color green, which included hope and wealth, the locations, and giant parties representing the 20s.  Start with So It Goes, Dancing With Our Hands Tied, and Dress - all mention the same color gold, which is also equal to the idea of wealth and money that the color green gives in Gatsby.  The lyrics in SIG are ‘gold cage, hostage to my feelings’, DWOHT says ‘painted my golden’, and a ‘golden tattoo’ is mentioned in Dress.  

Now, take notes of the songs Ready For It, Delicate and Dress – all discuss the theme of an island or the east and west side.  In RFI, she talked about moving to an island, and in Delicate she talks once about the ‘east side, where you at?’ and later says ‘third floor on the west side’ – yes, she is talking about New York, I assume, but the East and West Egg are mentioned over and over again as the home bases for the characters in Gatsby. Last: in This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, King Of My Heart, and New Year’s Day, the lyrics are almost a mirror to the party life of Gatsby.  TIWWCHNT is a complete match, using lyrics like ‘it was so nice throwing big parties’, ‘everyone swimming in a champagne sea’, ‘bass beat rattling the chandelier, feeling so Gatsby for that whole year’.  This is probably the only time I’m going to mention this song in this rant, though, since it’s solely about the parties when discussing this Gatsby idea.  KOMH mentions fancy cars and the idea of ‘fancy me not fancy stuff’ which is how Daisy sees past the parties to see Gatsby for him.  NYD discusses ‘glitter on the floor after the party’, which again, is obviously a party mention.

Now, here we go with chronological things that I feel line up to the story of Gatsby and how Reputation follows this.

In Ready For It, the question of ‘ready for it?’ definitely reminds me of when Daisy asks ‘Gatsby?  What Gatsby?’ in the opening of the book/movie; this sets up the whole story, as does this first song on the album.

Lets move onto End Game.  The words ‘big reputation’ are repeated over and over again, which, yes, is the album title, but in Gatsby, Jay is always given a bad wrap by people he doesn’t know, and he knows the rumors being shared about him – example, when Nick is trying to locate Gatsby at his first party and he is told several things, including murder, about the man before they meet by other guests.  Gatsby definitely has ‘big enemies’, like Taylor has in End Game.

I Did Something Bad and Don’t Blame Me both remind me of the song Lana Del Rey did for the latest movie version of Gatsby, ‘Young and Beautiful’ - they both have that mystical backing vocals.  Now, I Did Something Bad links back to the reputation of Gatsby/Taylor, saying ‘cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three’; she is saying the can always one up her with more rumors or lies.   Then, Don’t Blame Me states that ‘your love made me crazy’ – yes, we can relate this back to Blank Space, but in the end of the book/film, he also goes over the edge and gets angry, eventually scaring Daisy off.

With Delicate, Taylor asks ‘is it cool that I said all that’ – which directly uses the word cool, as Daisy does when she tells Gatsby he always ‘looks so cool’.  She also talks about pretending someone is ‘mine all the damn time,’ as Gatsby does the entire time they are separated and he is pursuing getting Daisy back.  Gorgeous also uses the word cool, then mentions ‘consequence[s] of you touching my hand in a darkened room’, which could relate to when Gatsby and Daisy go off to the woods during the first party of his that Daisy attends.

Let’s head into So It Goes, which furthers the discussion of the party in which they escape together in secret, hiding from Tom, Daisy’s husband. Taylor sings ‘all eyes on us’ and ‘but when you get me alone, it’s so simple’, which is how easy it is for Daisy to fall right back into place with Gatsby once she realized he is living near her.  She also writes about ‘doing bad things’ which could foreshadow how Gatsby and Daisy get in trouble near the end, but NO, I do not feel like this mimics how the book/movie ends…completely.

Look What You Made Me Do was our first single from the album and while I love this, it also covers a big part of the Gatsby story line.  ‘You said the gun was mine’ directly relates to how everyone blamed Gatsby for killing Mertyl, when in reality, it was Daisy but no one knew.  This is the part of the book/movie where everything turns from good to bad, and for the album, this is where it goes from good to bad and is the beginning of the demise of Gatsby…so, turning points at the same place?

Getaway Car follows, which ironically follows the story line of Gatsby, too!  Yes, Taylor is probably referring to Joe saving her, BUT it also can relate to Gatsby and Daisy using the car to escape back to New York after Jay raises his temper and scares Daisy off while in the city.  The song starts off with ‘I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason’ and Daisy wanted to leave Tom and was waiting for Gatsby to tell him and give her a reason to.    ‘We’d never get far’ refers to Gatsby and Daisy never getting far with their relationship, as Taylor hadn’t with her past relationships.  Then, she writes ‘I shoulda known I’d be the first to leave’, as Daisy leaves before Gatsby dies, knowing she could never truly be with him.  The other big parts in this song are ‘but you weren’t thinkin, and I was just drinkin’, well, he was runnin’ after us, I was screaming’ and ‘it hit you like a shotgun, shot to the heart’ – the first just sets up the car ride home where Daisy is wildly driving after they were all drinking in the hotel in the city, and the latter is the scene where Gatsby is, quite literally, shot and killed in the heart by Mertyl’s husband.  Last, one of the lyrics is ‘the last time you saw me’, and after that scene I just described, Gatsby never saw Daisy again.

Continuing…  Dancing With Our Hands Tied uses the phrase ‘love you in secret’, for obvious reasons.  It also says ‘nothing in the world that could stop it’, which is what Gatsby though, because, after all, he was seeing the world through the eyes of God…but that’s a different in-book concept.  Later on in the song it talks about ‘I’d hold you as the water rushes in if I could dance with you again’ – Gatsby hears the phone ring while in the pool before he is shot and whispers Daisy’s name, even though it was Nick calling; he is shot and killed with the hope that Daisy had come back, and as he sinks into the WATER, he is thinking about the past few days he spent DANCING with Daisy and trying to get her back.

Call It What You Want, a personal favorite, generally relates to the incident with the gun at the end and how Gatsby was finally taken down by Mertyl’s husband.  His ‘castle crumbled [literally] overnight’, and he didn’t bring any weapons when his killer brought the gun.  After he died the windows of the house were boarded up – ironically after the shit show of a storm their lives became.  AND ‘late November’ is in the fall (even though Gatsby is shot near Labor Day).

And now the last song on the album, New Year’s Day, is the one that differs, but it is GOOD.   The one big line that stands out to me is ‘don’t read the last page’ – DO NOT READ THE LAST PAGE OF GATSBY, because it delivers the end of his life, and states it is time to move on, not be ‘borne back ceaselessly into the past’.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY LAST POINT! As a recap…one of my FAVORITE THEMES that I have not mentioned yet is the idea of repeating the past.  In the book/movie, Nick tells Gatsby he ‘can’t repeat the past’, in which Gatsby replies ‘can’t repeat the past?  Why, of course you can!”  He will never let go of that hope of getting Daisy back.  I Did Something Bad says ‘I’d do it over and over again if I could’.  Don’t Blame Me uses ‘I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind’, talking about how desperate Gatsby is to go back to how things were.  AND in Dancing With Our Hands Tied, the lyrics are ‘I could’ve spent forever’.

AND THE KICKER?  She blatantly uses the name Gatsby in TIWWCHNT and even says ‘now I’m your daisy’ in Don’t Blame Me –  SHE IS NOW JOE’S DAISY, AS HE DOESN’T WANT TO LET HER GO, EITHER.  But in a healthy way…so DON’T READ THE LAST PAGE AND KILL THE STORY – the story will go on!!!

IN CONCLUSION, Taylor is the epitome of Gatsby, from starting as a party thrower to having rumors spread about her, to desperately clinging for love and trying to repeat the past until she finally killed herself (the ‘old Taylor’), only she is REWRITING HER OWN STORY and not killing herself off…she is simply jumping characters and being in love.