lord willy's

Things I'm excited to see in season 4:
  • The Native Americans
  • Brianna and Jamie’s reunion 
  • The Native Americans !
  • My boy Lord John Grey ♕♘♙
  • The Native Americans !!
  • Is Joe Abernathy coming back ? I hope so !
  • The Native Americans !!!
  • Jamie fighting a bear like Leonardo Dicaprio in The Revenant ™
  • The Native Americans !!!!
  • Willie !
  • The Native Americans !!!!!!!!!!
  • Are we going to see Lenny Abernathy ??? I REALLY hope so !
  • 👏 THE  N A T I V E   A M E R I C A N S 👏

(Reblog and add what you’re excited to see in season 4)

(L)inked souls - SilentRain91

Word Count: 54, 192

Summary: Odds aren’t in Kara’s favor when Lena’s soulmate tattoo reads Kara Zor-El. Lena doesn’t understand why the new girl is interested in her and wants to push her away. Alex is happy to meet her soulmate, but issues occur and Maggie is keeping a secret. Lucy has known who her soulmate is for a year, though she hasn’t even said hello yet.

College soulmate AU.


Discworld Sketchdumps - “Interesting Times”

“And he probably had saved the world a few times, but it had generally happened accidentally, while he was trying to do something else.  So you almost certainly didn’t actually get any karmic points for that.  It probably only counted if you started out by thinking in a loud way ‘By criminy, it’s jolly well time to save the world, and no two ways about it!’ instead of ‘Oh shit, this time I’m really going to die.’ “

anonymous asked:

I've been reading The Scottish Prisoner over the past few days and I really enjoyed the parts with Jamie and Willie. Men + babies will be the death of me and makes me kinda super mad that DG didn't have Jamie see Willie grow up. Do you think they will include some of it in S3?

I really hope they do. There are some better Jamie and Willie scenes in The Scottish Prisoner than there are in Voyager. And it is one of the bright spots in the 20 years when Jamie lives without Claire. One of my favorites is Jamie introducing Willie to the horses and remember his father doing the same with him. 

Relief washed through him, as the wide eyes stared into his face. His guilty conscience had convinced him that William was an exact small replica of himself, whose resemblance would be noted at once by anyone who saw them together. But William’s round face and snub nose bore not the slightest likeness to his own features. While the child’s eyes could be called blue, they were pale, an indeterminate shade between gray and blue, the color of a clouded sky. 

That was all he had time to take in, as he turned without hesitation to settle the little boy on the horse’s back. As he guided the chubby hands to grasp the saddle’s edge, though, talking in a conversational tone that soothed horse and child together, he saw that William’s hair was—thank God!—not at all red. A soft middling brown, cut in a pudding-bowl style like one of Cromwell’s Roundhead soldiers. True, there was a reddish cast to it in the sunlight, but, after all, Geneva’s hair had been a rich chestnut. 

He looks like his mother, he thought, and sent a heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving toward the Blessed Virgin. 

“Now, then, Willie,” said Lord Dunsany, patting the boy’s back. “Just you hold on tight. MacKenzie will take you round the paddock.” 

Willie looked very dubious at this proposal, and his chin drew back into the neck of his smock. “Mo!” he said, and, letting go the saddle, swung his fat little leg awkwardly to the rear, plainly intending to get off, though the ground was some feet below him. 

Jamie grabbed him before he could fall. 

“Mo!” Willie repeated, struggling to get down. “Momomomomo!” 

“He means ‘no,’ ” the nurse murmured, not displeased, and reached for the boy. “I said he was too young. Here, poppet, you come to Nanny Elspeth. We’ll go back to the nursery and have our nice tea.” 

“Mo!” Willie said shrilly, and capriciously flung himself round, burrowing into Jamie’s chest. 

“Now, now,” his grandfather soothed, reaching for him. “Come to me, lad, we’ll go and—” 


Jamie put a hand over the child’s mouth, stilling the racket momentarily. 

“We’ll go and speak to the horses, aye?” he said firmly, and hoisted the child up onto his shoulders before Willie could make up his mind to shriek some more. Diverted by this splendid new perch, Willie crowed and grabbed Jamie’s hair. Not waiting to hear any objections, Jamie took hold of the chubby knees wrapped round his ears and headed for the stable. 

“Now, this sweet auld lad is Deacon,” he said, squatting down to bring Willie to eye level with the old gelding, who lifted his nose, nostrils flaring with interest. “We call him Deke. Can ye say that? Deke?” 

Willie squealed and pulled on Jamie’s hair but didn’t jerk away, and after a moment, urged on by his grandfather, put out a hand and ventured a hasty pat. “Deke,” he said, and laughed, charmed. “Deke!” 

Jamie was careful to visit only those horses of age and temperament to deal well with a two-year-old child, but he was pleased—as was Lord Dunsany—to see that William wasn’t afraid of the enormous animals. Jamie kept as careful an eye on the old man as he did on the child; his lordship’s color was bad, his hands skeletal, and Jamie could hear the air whistle in his lungs when he breathed. In spite of everything, he rather liked Dunsany and hoped the baronet wasn’t about to die in the stable aisle. 

“Oh, there’s my lovely Phil,” said Dunsany, breaking into a smile as they came up to one of the loose boxes. At his voice, Philemon, a beautiful eight-year-old dark bay, lifted his head and gazed at them for a moment with a soft-lashed, open look before putting his head down again, nibbling up some spilled oats from the floor. 

Dunsany fumbled with the latch, and Jamie hastily reached to open the door. The horse didn’t object to their coming into the box, merely shifting his huge rump a bit to one side, tail swishing. 

“Now, ye must never go behind a horse,” Jamie told William. “If ye startle them, they might kick, aye?” The little boy’s soft chestnut hair whorled up in a cowlick at his crown. He nodded solemnly but then struggled to get down. 

Jamie glanced at Dunsany, who nodded, then he set William carefully on the floor, ready to snatch him up again if he shrieked or made a rumpus. But William stood stock still, mouth a little open, watching in fascination as the huge head came close to him, soft lips nibbling at the grain, and with the oddest sense of dislocation, Jamie suddenly felt himself on the floor of a stable, hearing the deep slobbering crunch of a horse’s chewing just beside him, seeing the huge, glassy hooves, smelling hay and oats and the wonderful pungent scent of the horse’s warm hide. There had been the feeling of someone behind him, he’d been aware of the man’s big legs in their woolen hose and he heard his father laugh and say something above him, but all he’d had eyes for was the horse, that massive, beautiful, gentle creature, so amazing that he’d wanted to embrace it. 

William did embrace it. Entranced, he toddled forward and hugged Philemon’s head in an access of pure love. The horse’s long-lashed eyes widened in surprise and he blew out air through his nose, ruffling the child’s clothes, but did no more than bob his head a bit, lifting Willie a few inches into the air, then setting him gently down as he resumed his eating. 

William laughed, a giggle of pure delight, and Jamie and Lord Dunsany looked at each other and smiled, then glanced aside, each embarrassed. 

Later, Jamie watched them go, William insisting upon walking, his grandfather limping behind the sturdy little form like an aged black crane, leaning heavily on his walking stick, the two of them washed in the pale gold of the soft spring sun.

anonymous asked:

PJO/HOO!Supercorp Headcanons?

You wish, my command. (I’m mostly focusing on the PJO aspects since I know a little bit more about it than the Roman counterpart. If you want me to do a separate post on that, let me know!)

Godly Parents

Lena: Daughter of Nemesis. It’s a little hard (in my opinion) to place Lena. I think she could also easily fit into Athena (Artemis too if she wasn’t a virgin goddess, but alas!) But I kind of enjoy the idea that she is the daughter of a minor goddess. I also see Lena as someone who would, not necessarily want to tear someone down if they got too high up, but someone who takes their debts very seriously, has a strong sense of justice, would never forget an insult, and canon Nemisis in PJO reminds me a little bit of the Luthors. In a way. Cold and cruel, even to her own children. 

Kara: Daughter of Apollo. Hands down. Daughter of the Sun God is too perfect. Though I suppose she could also fit in with Hermes too, since he’s the god of Wanderers and Travelers. But Apollo’s children often excel in the arts which fits Kara really nicely. Also I think Kara with Sun God powers would be the best thing ever. 


Winn - Hephaestus
James - Zeus
Alex - Athena
Maggie - Nike
Mon-El - Ares

Combat Style

Lena: She prefers to use stealth, trickery and maybe a little luck manipulation to get things to go her way. Kara is the more physical of the two when it comes to fighting. She probably wields a dagger or a small sword to defend herself but isn’t fully kitted out. But that doesn’t make her any less, and in some circumstances, she’s more dangerous than Kara. People can’t see her coming and underestimate her power until it’s too late. 

Kara: As said, Kara is the more physical of the pair. As a daughter of Apollo she’s good with both a bow and a sword. I’d imagine Kara preferring a sword though because she likes to get up close and personal. I also don’t really imagine her using a shield because she tends to go charging in without thinking (a little bit of Ares in her too I suppose). Lena and Alex often have to get her to slow down and think. 


Lena: As stated above, Lena possesses luck manipulation. She can cause bad luck for someone who is having too much good luck, and vice versa. She also has limited prophetic powers, though often cryptic and requires a sacrifice of the person asking. 

Kara: Although rare, Kara possesses a form of photokinesis, the ability to control light itself. It’s not as powerful as Apollo, Hyperion or Helios of course, but she has some limited powers with it. Like creating light shields & force fields, healing energies, and creating light beams, similar to her heat vision in canon. She’s also naturally talented in the arts like painting, has a limited form of precognition, though she can’t control it and an expert archer, though she doesn’t actively practice. 

Social Circles

Lena: Mostly keeps to herself. A lot of the kids at Camp Half-Blood don’t want to hang around a child of Nemesis because of the bad luck that surrounds them. And the stigma. That Nemsis sided with the Titans during the war and one of her siblings helped Kronos rise to power. But Kara, who believes that Lena isn’t and shouldn’t be bound by who she’s related to, befriends her and brings her into her own social circle. 

Kara: A real ray of sunshine, Kara befriends everyone she can. Starting with Alex, Winn and James. They become an infamous group at the camp, eventually bringing in Lena, Mon-El, and Maggie as well. She even tries to be friends with people who don’t really like her like Maxwell Lord and Leslie Willis. Though to no avail. 


Lena: Lena actually really likes riding the Pegasus when she has the time. It’s very freeing to her. Lena also enjoys studying Ancient Greek, unlike most of the other campers. She enjoys learning a new language and since her brain is hardwired for it and she likes it, it comes easily to her. 

Kara: Kara is a little more physically focused, enjoying sword fighting and sparring with fellow campers. She also enjoys swimming in her free time (always trying to convince Lena to join her. Sometimes Lena caves). Though she really relishes in campfire sing-a-long every night. 

I wanted to do magical artifacts, but those are so personal and unique, that it’s really hard so I didn’t. Overally, Kara probably has a special sword and Lena probably has a special dagger or something. Anyways, just my headcanons. I’m sure there’s probably a lot of people who disagree with me, but hey. That’s why they’re headcanons. :) 

it’s just that the new episode of Outlander was so fantastic I’ll never be the same and I’m dead now but it’s fine I’m g Ood