she can drive

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One of my favorite headcanons is Carmilla Karnstein, a vampire that has lived over 300 years, doesn't know how to drive a car

Of course she can’t drive, she’s gay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But for real I love this headcanon!! It’s also pretty funny when you remember that cars have only been around for a fraction of Carmilla’s lifetime. I think Laura would at least have her learner’s permit, maybe a license, and she would try to encourage Carm to learn how to drive. They go out to an empty parking lot to practice, and it either results in Carm refusing to go over 15 miles per hour, or turns into something like the “FLOOR IT?” “Ye—NO NO DON’T FLOOR IT” “FLOOR IT?” scene from Spongebob. Or maybe the PRNDL scene from the Suite Life of Zack and Cody

13: *regenerates and crashes the TARDIS due to the impeccable force of said action just like the previous Doctors*

Me: you’re doing great, sweetie!

Imbeciles: ha, look the Doctor’s a woman now, thats why she can’t drive!

Me: *sighs, sits down, wears glasses & clears throat* THE DOCTOR NEVER GOT A LICENSE TO EVEN FLY THE TARDIS! THE DOCTOR STOLE THE TARDIS, RAN AWAY AND LEARNT HOW TO FLY IT BY CRASHING INTO PEOPLE’S YARDS! THE ONLY ONE ABLE TO DRIVE THE TARDIS PERFECTLY IS RIVER SONG WHO, BY THE WAY, IS A PROUD FEMALE!

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GD road trip AU | Alex is feeling stressed out after a busy month at the DEO, so Astra takes her on a road trip. Prompted (and prodded :P) by @foxx-queen.

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…

a zutara parallel i rarely see discussed is that, at the beginning of the series, neither zuko nor katara are skilled in their elements; katara can’t even catch a fish, while iroh is still teaching zuko the basics. but by the end of the series, they are both esteemed masters in their own right through tumultuous work and perseverance

Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

Listen

Touhou 13   (Rigid Paradise)

—English fanlyrics—

 

EVERY BODY!

A precious flesh case, with a soul to protect.

What I need, open up and eat it.

Army, we fight to re-resurrect!

 

  “People may sit till the cushion wears through,

  But never quite know of the one real Truth.

  Let me tell now of the ultimate Tao:

  It is here, enshrined within…”

 

HOLY TEMPLE!

A mesh of treasure, for a soul to collect.

When I strike thee, become more like me.

We wish one wish, to keep us perfect!

 

  Too empty or too enlightened (to fall) for a surprise…

  At the highest or at the lowest point is nowhere farther to go, nothing left but a rigid paradise.

  You may only see the inside, the precious contents, when the shell falls apart:

  There inside, never changing, is the heart.

 

I AM DYING!

A beast unliving, with no soul left to feel.

What I need, open up and eat it.

Trick or treat, nice to meet my next meal!

 

  “Wind combs the locks of the young willow’s hair.

  Rains rinse the beard of the old moss bare.

  Three thousand faces of the world unfold,

  And the twelve-link chain starts where?”

 

I AM LIVING!

A mass undying, still “I am” at the end!

What is left to be done, I do it.

Let us all play alive– let’s pretend!

 

  Too empty or too enlightened (to rise) for something new…

  At the lowest or at the highest point is nothing further to do, nothing left but to stop and see it through.

  You may only see the inside, the precious contents, when the shell falls apart:

  There inside, never changing, is the heart.

 

no one on the smh can drive

listen. LISTEN. so many smh’ers are from major cities with ample public transportation. (this got long i’m so sorry)

nursey is from manhattan and went to boarding school so there’s about a 0% chance he can drive.

shitty and lardo the bostonians are pros at the T but shitty, again being a boarding school kid, probably never learned to drive and lardo - she might’ve if she had really wanted to, but given that driving in boston is literal hell on earth she probably forewent it altogether.

jack is from montréal where the driving laws are wonky and the gas is expensive. i would say that he learned while in rimouski, but being the anxious kid he was (esp. since those were his worst years anxiety-wise) i’ve gotta say he probably let parser or his billet family drive him everywhere he needed to be. he definitely does learn when he goes into the NHL though, because you pretty much need a car in providence and also no way could he, a star pro athlete, commute by public transit that would be a disaster (and because he’s not gonna make bitty come to him every time? this relationship is an equal one, people!)

ransom is from toronto. i don’t know toronto super well but i do know they have pretty solid public transit as well, and that the 401 is famously the busiest highway in north america, so i’m gonna guess ransypoo decided not to do the whole driving thing? unless he’s from the suburbs and not actually toronto proper.

tango, my sweet clueless north jersey boy, would not sit behind the wheel within 20 miles of the new jersey turnpike if you paid him a million dollars (partly because the turnpike would charge him that much). plus parking anywhere up there is absurd. he’ll stick to taking the public trains/spending all his time across the river in NY. (if u hc him as being from south jersey then yeah he can drive but he’s a TERRIBLE driver and i love him too much for that so i’m sticking with jersey city or hoboken tangs all the way)

if chowder drove in the SF/SJ area not only would he be a significantly more pessimistic person from sitting in traffic all the time, he’d also go broke from paying the tolls on the oakland bay bridge. plus, you see so many cool different people taking the train whereas driving up the freeway all you see is license plates. chowder looooves taking the train. BART is his best buddy.

which leaves holster, bitty, dex, and whiskey. these poor guys have to drive everyone else everywhere.

holster never drove anywhere very urban since he grew up in buffalo (a relatively small, suburban city) and spent time in iowa, which is all flat open roads. holster is therefore a Speed Demon and very… overconfident in his driving abilities. the unspoken rule around the haus is that holster is not permitted behind the wheel past the 95/93 split. 

bitty being from rural georgia can absolutely drive (hell, we’ve canonically seen his truck), and because he likely went to atlanta frequently he’s at least somewhat hardened against city Hell Traffic. “oh hon. if i can handle 75-85 durin’ rush hour i sure can get myself on up to boston. don’t you worry your sweet lil’ heart.” a top choice for team driver, though he doesn’t bring his car with him to massachusetts.

since dex is from suburban maine he can drive, and he’s likely been to boston a few times in his late teen life before samwell. he’s a solid 8/10, and he takes his car (a silver SUV) with him to samwell so he’s also roped into giving rides a lot.

whiskey whiskey whiskey, ain’t he a myst’ry. where are you from, connor, you enigma of a boy. i don’t know if he can drive, but if he can, he probably chooses not to bring a car to samwell for economic reasons - parking passes are pricey and the commuter rail stop to boston is in walking distance! he probably also doesn’t disclose that he can drive. he’s smart enough not to make that mistake.

tl;dr please pray for dex and bitty, de facto smh designated drivers

i also have a headcanon about lardo getting her CDL so she can drive the team bus but that’s another story for another time

I had a bad thought

I read somewhere that after a great trauma, hair can start growing white. Like completely white. 

 So what I was thinking was that after the war, Terrasen went back to something similar to what was before Adarlan, but better. 

 A commander of the armies with golden-honey hair and flaming blue eyes, brave and noble and kind. He talks to his men as often as he can and greets them by name, asks about their families, their wives and children. He is a swordsman to behold, a warrior whose tales are told across the continent, who young boys and girls idolize. Though his ears are rounded, he will live for a long, long time. And he will remember a time when Terrasen wasn’t free. When demons plagued the land and darkness threatened the innocent. 

 A black haired Lady, who rules over her land in quiet peace. Who defends it with tooth and claw, literally. Her people love and respect her, but are aware of her power. She cares for her ward, who despite her scars looks beautiful and regal and has learned to be kind to others. And, sometimes, the people catch glances of a brave commander visiting as often as he can, smoothing down his golden hair before walking into her state. 

A black haired King, whose kingdom had once been a foe. Sparkling blue eyes that haven’t stopped reading and will not stop for a while. A pale band of skin mars his throat, and he wonders if it will ever go away. His realm, which was once filled with fear and hate, is now ruled by love and kindness and magic flourished and is wielded to the best capacity of healers, farmers and every other who wishes to do good. 

A moonlight haired witch, who rules not far from Adarlan. Her and her unit of warriors take to the skies, both for the joy of flying and the call for battle. Fearsome and undaunted, they fight battles with impossible odds and emerge victorious. By blood and the strength of her sword, she is Queen and Unifier. She brought her people home, and gave the witchlings land. 

A Lady of Terrasen, young, dark haired, and cunning. Smart, clever, beautiful, kind and strong. Her dresses, reaching down to the floor, hide her ruined ankle, even if she is not ashamed of it. A dark Fae living in her lands, because, for once, he could chose for himself. Both of them ruling together. 

And, in Orynth, in the court of Terrasen, are both the Queen and her Consort. The Queen’s husband is beloved by the people who were once reluctant to welcome him. He takes joy in a prosperous kingdom and in a happy marriage. And when he gazes in the mirror, he no longer sees a story of shame written on his skin, but a story of rebirth and destiny and hope. When he looks around himself, he no longer sees cold-hearted killers, but driven, focused loyal warriors sworn to a Queen worthy of an Oath. 

And the Queen, bent not broken, is no longer a golden haired beauty. In her spare time, she twirls a lock around her finger and refuses to think of that dark time, in a beach, in a coffin, in a dark room filled with blood-curdling screams. She pulls back her white hair, and refuses to break. Her Prince distracts her, loves her and helps her in any way she can, but he can’t drive away every nightmare, can’t light a fire in each shadow. And even though the Queen Who Was Promised is perfectly capable of lighting her own fire, darkness hasn’t left her, and the dreams won’t stop. And she burns and burns with the magic of her Goddess, but she just can’t make dawn chase away the night 

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Downton Abbey Autumn Aesthetic 2017
Hogwarts AU  
3 of 4

Lady Edith Crawley
~Ravenclaw~

“…Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
if you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind…”

**images not mine

‘A Devious Act IV’ - H.S. Divorce Series

Originally posted by pinkharold

Words: 1,407

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of divorce.

This is part four, please request for part 5, plus ideas.

Requests are OPEN

Part One Part Two Part Three


The drive to Niall’s place was slow and silent. The only audible thing you could hear was Ivy’s soft snores in the back; it gave her time to think. The clock on her dashboard said nine thirty, it was late to her. Tomorrow she’ll have to get up and get Ivy ready for school, and Alfie will have to go to daycare, since (Y/N) has work. It’ll be the same routine, just at a different person’s house. The thing that worried her is that she asked Niall to stay the night, not stay the week or stay the month or just live there. She’ll need to find a rental soon, as fast, as she can.
   Driving made her think. Harry’s reactions were unthinkable, the faces he gave responding to her. He treated Karla like his world revolved around her. He did this to (Y/N); she’ll always come first, and he’ll always protect her, even if she is not there.
   The one thing that was positive that came out of this fight or decision, was that he was happy, or will be happy. That is all that she wants for him, to live life to the fullest and to just be happy. Is it too much to ask?
   The process was repeated, traffic light, go, traffic light, go, traffic light,  till she pulled in front of Niall’s apartment. Her hand flew to her phone, lighting up and seeing that Niall left some messages for her.
Niall: Text me when you’re close. I wanna help. Xx
   She replied, saying that she didn’t see the message till now and that she was outside the building. (Y/N) turned the car off and opening the door. The warm, yet feverish breeze came in contact with the back of her neck, making her shiver a tad bit. She closed the door of her red SUV and started to open the door to Alfie, gently taking him out. Looking up she spotted Niall running across the street to her, a smile on his lips. He didn’t ask what he needs to do, or what happened, he did the same thing to Ivy, taking her out and holding her against him.
   “You’re ok?” he questioned once they all came upstairs to the flat; suitcases and all.
   “I think I’ll be,” she said in a quiet voice, trying to convince herself. She began rocking her baby back and forth while following Niall to the guest bedroom, each of them placing the youngsters down and putting the covers on them. They both exited, closing the door gently and smiling to one another.
   “Thank you,” she whispered, looking at him.
   “No worries,” he replied, walking back to the television that played lightly and sitting down. (Y/N) followed him, sitting a few inches away, at the other side of the couch.
   “Can I ask what happened?” he asked, looking over at her, interrupting the few minutes of silence. She was drowned in the TV, but she was in a posture that looked uncomfortable. It was like she was scared to make herself feel like home.
   “You know I trust you Ni. I’ve always felt closer to you than the rest of the boys. You were my first to call.” she told him, still looking at the TV.
   “I’m glad you do, I feel the same way,” he told her, still looking at her, “You know what, you look like you need a beer, so I shall get you a beer.” Niall got up, heading towards the kitchen. (Y/N) sat looking the flashing images on the TV. She could trust him, he’ll won’t beat up Harry, he won’t judge or feel a strong pity towards her. Therefore, she blurted it out.
   “Harry asked for a divorce.” it caused Niall to almost drop the two bottles on the way back, “I also caught him cheating,” she added. Niall was in shock, giving her the beer and sitting down back in his usual spot.
   “That fucker,” he replied, creating her to chuckle and shake her head.
   “Not only that, but he was fucking her for a year,” she added, him just groaning. (Y/N) began laughing at the whole situation, creating Niall to smile. She didn’t care anymore, she had a few glasses of wine, now a beer; it must’ve been the alcohol.  
   “Who can throw away ten years of love?” Niall pitched in.
   “That was what I was thinking, but fuck him, and fuck Karla. Let them fuck each other, because I don’t need them in my life anymore. The kids are better off without them, and he isn’t really present in their life anymore.” she told him.
   “Amen, sister!” Niall replied, “Are you going to try and get full custody?” Niall asked, minutes later.
   “Oh fuck yeah. He, he is a special one. In that, I mean he is a total dick, and as long as I am alive, those kids will never have him as a major role in their life, anymore.” she said, raising her beer, and clinking it with his.  
(Y/N) came closer to Niall, leaning her head upon his chest. Her hand came into contact with his white tee, scrunching it into her palm, and just laying there. Niall’s arm wrapped around her, hand about to come down to her butt, but stopped, and settled it on her lower back. They stayed like that for minutes. (Y/N)’s shallow breathing filling the silence. Niall just looked at her, watching her slowly fall asleep, her stomach raising with each exhale, and her breaths becoming gentle. He couldn’t help but smile, she really was precious, and Harry destroyed her.
Niall realised half an hour later that she was fully asleep. He was tired, his eyelids said so with slowly coming down, therefore he got up, gently, moving her to rest on the couch. He quickly cleaned up the bottles, and turned the TV off and went to her. Niall picked her up, bridal style and walked to his guestroom, laying her on her bed, and tucking her in. He watched her for a second, seeing her in so much comfort, that he couldn’t help but bring his lips to her forehead, leaving a lingering kiss.
*
The exhaustion happened between them, the sweat present and loud breathing filled the room. They just had sex, made love, no, screw that,  they fucked. Karla rolled off of him, cuddling up to his side. It felt odd to him. He was alone in this house with her. Harry does love her, he left his wife for her, but it felt weird. It must’ve been the fact that it is at his house.
   She fell asleep shortly after, making him listen to his own thoughts. This felt weird, no wrong. Everything that he loved has been stripped from him, his kids and his wife. His mind started to worry, he just kicked her out with the kids. Where would they go, and with who? This made him go and grab his phone, texting her a quick question about her whereabouts. He knew that she would not text back fast, or ever, but at least it is out there. He didn’t want to bother texting his mum or sister. They’ll be disappointed in him, taking (Y/N)’s side and yell at him. He didn’t need that at the moment.
   The kids were something that kept him worrying. They are just gone. Yes, he has not seen them a lot lately and he was a bit cold, but that didn’t matter, he still loves them. All he had to do is listen to Karla. The court date is sent, all is about to happen is that (Y/N) will be informed about the topic, and hopefully, he’ll win.
   Divorce is simple, you just sign a paper if both agreed, and it will be done. The only hard part of divorce is knowing who is who’s, and what is what. But, when you add kids into the picture, everything goes sideways. He would like full custody, no, he wants full custody. All he had to do know is listen to Karla, create what needs to be created and do what needed to be done. 


Part Five

I can respect different ships and their fandoms.
There are ships, crackships, fandoms crackfandoms and the whole multi shipping universe.

Then there’s people who want to label a character’s sexual orientation when there’s absolutely zero evidence to support said orientation. And then there’s using that label as an end all be all argument just to shoehorn a ship into the narrative. AND THEN there’s using that label as an argument to aggressively attack actors, writers and other fandoms who don’t support that ship.

BETTY COOPER IS NOT A LESBIAN.

Claim that the actors and characters have chemistry. Claim that the ship makes sense *to* you. Claim that they look *hot* together. Claim that sexuality can be fluid. Claim whatever you want, ship whatever you want – BUT DON’T try to label a character’s sexual orientation when it doesn’t exist in the show.

Betty Cooper is NOT a lesbian and I am so tired of hearing that diatribe all around social media, and you know what fandom I’m talking about.

She can be bisexual, hell even pansexual (although there’s zero evidence for this either). But don’t slap a label on her that EXCLUDES the sexual and romantic attraction she has towards men. Because, guess what? It doesn’t validate her sexual identity. It invalidates it. And I will fight everyone on this til the day I die.