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Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws are very happy that their dormitory is in a tower. Most of the windows can be climbed out of and they pull themselves onto the roof. They don’t do it like the Gryffindors do, for bravery, but for solitude. There is an unspoken rule that if a Ravenclaw sees another Ravenclaw on the roof, they don’t talk. On the roof or afterwards. It’s a safe space. Sometimes it’s where Ravenclaws be the teenagers they are and smoke, while sometimes it’s a peaceful place to just read. If a Ravenclaw is sitting on the roof crying, any other Ravenclaw, friend or not, will go and sit on the roof with them until they calm down. And another unspoken rule is that if someone sat on the roof and cried more than twice in a week, they have to talk to someone about it, a friend, a professor, or Madam Pomfrey. This is what once led a third year Ravenclaw to march a first year Gryffindor, who had somehow made his way on the roof of Ravenclaw Tower, to Professor McGonagall. He thought he was in trouble, but became very confused when he was simply asked how he felt.

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thelastbluebunny  asked:

Stony 87

“Stay Awake”



It takes an awful lot for Steve to lose his composure. 

He’s walked alone into deathtraps and faced off entire fleets and armies without a single shake of his hand or hitch of his breath. It’s just what he does. who he is. Steve rogers is the stoic leader, Steve Rogers does not panic. 



He gets an alert that a bomb’s gone off in the penthouse of the Avengers Tower, and the bottom drops out of his world.




He was a few blocks away, in a SHIELD safe-house, spending a few days away from Tony. Because they’d been screaming at each other so long and so loud it had woken the rest of the team, and Steve had finally snapped, yelling at Tony about how they were through, they were done, he was leaving.


He’d been lying. The day he wanted finished with Tony would be the day Red Skull decided he wanted to rally for world peace.

Tony hadn’t known that.


Tony was still in the tower.



The traffic was heavy, but Steve was running on the roofs of the cars instead, so it didn’t much mater.

It would take him two minutes and thirty four seconds to get to the tower, and an additional two minutes and forty four seconds to get past the police and up to the penthouse.


Thor was away in New Mexico. Clint and Nat had left at the same time as he did, off to go undercover for three weeks in some Russian city. Bruce was at a science convention in New Delhi.

Steve had left him, and it had just been Tony, alone in the tower.



And now he was looking at the top floors of the tower as smoke billowed out of the windows and glass fell to the pavement below, pushed out by the huge fires that were engulfing their home. 


The whole top five floors had been utterly incinerated.

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yumi-chanwriter  asked:

I think I've read the passage of the House of the Undying an thousand times by now but I don't get what they are hinting at. Who are the mounts and the treacherous people and so on... Any thoughts?

Ohh boy. The thing to remember about the House of the Undying prophecies is that, well, they’re prophecies. Some of them haven’t happened yet, so we can only make guesses. It’s likely that after the books are complete, we’ll be able to go through all of Dany’s storyline and match up all the passages, but for now, we might be right or we might be wrong.

Anyway. These are my theories, based on the events of the books so far, TWOW preview chapters, other people’s thoughts, and other general speculation:

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_John Lennon; Paul McCartney and/e Ringo Starr; The Beatles; United States/Estados Unidos; Los Angeles; Capitol Records Tower; Press conference/Entrevista coletiva; August 26th 1966/26 de agosto de 1966. 

_Source/Fonte: Beatle Photo Blog.

_Please, don’t smoke/Por favor, não fume.

Five years ago the finale episode of “LOST” aired.

Back then I drew this little collage in my calendar because it was by far my favorite show. And even now it still holds a special place in my heart. ;) Hopefully I will get around to a complete rewatch later this year. Namaste!

anonymous asked:

How much if anything did tywin teach cersei? I always got the impression he didn't bother (focusing on jaime instead), especially as every time I can remember that cersei thinks "I'll do this, it's what tywin would have done" it's directly contradicted by things tywin has said, in her presence no less! What things does it seem she has definitely picked up from him?

I think there are two parts to this. First, without PoV access to the inside of his skull, Tywin’s not necessarily a reasonable source of information on Tywin’s motivations or explanation for why he did things one way and not another. He’s more a rationaliser than he is actually rational, and a great deal of his actions during ASoIaF are brutal overreactions based in his own sense of superiority and fear of being laughed at. (The image of super cool, super smooth, hypercompetent diplomat/politician/general Tywin can go die in a privy and rot on its bier. Oh wait that was GRRM’s point.

Second, Tywin doesn’t have to be actively trying to teach Cersei anything for her to learn things from him. Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion all looked to Tywin for example and model themselves after him. What Cersei in particular took away from Tywin is a warped idea of what strength is, both emotional and political. And the warping is inherent to Tywin’s example, not peculiar to Cersei.

The command came easy to her. My father had steel in his voice as well.

Within the tower, the smoke from the torches irritated her eyes, but Cersei did not weep, no more than her father would have.

- Cersei I, AFFC

Jaime also says that Tywin taught him that “tears were a mark of weakness in a man.” (Jaime I, AFFC) 

The point is, a steely voice and dry eyes are way down on the list of things that denote emotional strength - in that very Cersei I scene, for instance, Kevan attempts to pray and fails, overcome with grief, and yet he’s back on his feet shortly afterwards. The only person who thinks less of him for needing a moment (in this not immediately dangerous situation) is Cersei. Then there’s this  heart-chilling moment:

[Tywin] never wanted love, though. “You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night,” [Cersei] heard him tell Jaime once, when he had been no older than Tommen.

- Cersei II, AFFC

Did Cersei not learn from this teachable moment? I’d argue that Cersei probably learned more and better from that than Jaime did. There’s another flashback to Cersei learning from Tywin in that chapter as well, as she watched her father at a feast.

Aerys and his lickspittles laughed loudly, whilst Father stared at Rykker over his winecup. Long after the merriment had died that gaze had lingered. Rykker turned away, turned back, met Father’s eyes, then ignored them, drank a tankard of ale, and stalked off red-faced, defeated by a pair of unflinching eyes.

[…] It is my look they must flinch from now, my frown that they must fear. I am a lion too.

- Cersei II, AFFC

See also Cersei X. As she’s arrested, Cersei shouts “I am a Lannister, unhand me!” Not to mention

She was not meek Margaery Tyrell, to don her little shift and submit to such captivity. I will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage.

- Cersei X

This ends up with Cersei in an even worse shift and without either anything to drink from or relieve herself in. The emphasis on Lannister pride is certainly a Tywin-taught belief. It’s part of the first impression we get of him:

“By my lights, it was you who started this,” Lord Tywin replied. “Your brother Jaime would never have meekly surrendered to capture at the hands of a woman.”

[…]

His father ignored the sally. “The honour of our House was at stake. I had no choice but to ride. No man sheds Lannister blood with impunity…”

- Tyrion VII, AGoT

[Qyburn] gave her an apologetic smile and told her of a puppet show that had recently become popular amongst the city’s smallfolk; a puppet show wherein the kingdom of the beasts was ruled by a pride of haughty lions. “The puppet lions grow greedy and arrogant as this treasonous tale proceeds, until they begin to devour their own subjects. When the noble stag makes objection, the lions devour him as well, and roar that it is their right as the mightiest of beasts.”

“And that is the end of it?” Cersei asked, amused. Looked at in the right light, it could be seen as a salutary lesson.

- Cersei V, AFFC

No traceable line to Cersei’s beliefs here at all.

I’m also sure Cersei got her first lessons in misogyny from Tywin (see above, too). Tywin’s most outrageous atrocities throughout ASoIaF are directed towards punishing women who had got the better of him/the Lannisters somehow. Tywin here models extreme, and often sexual, violence as a good way to deal with ambitious, scheming women. The very fact that Tywin didn’t bother to formally educate Cersei in politics taught Cersei something about misogyny too.

Politically, it’s a huge weakness that Cersei buys into the myth of Tywin the hypercompetent. Her obsession with being her father’s true heir is as damaging to her as it is to Jaime and Tyrion, and bad for the kingdom too.

No one had ever balked her lord father. When Lord Tywin spoke, men obeyed. When Cersei spoke, they felt free to counsel her, contradict her, even refuse her.

- Cersei V, AFFC

This is what she’s trying to live up to - total unquestioned obedience, because the lesson she took from her father is that that was what was necessary for political strength. Even if it’s not what he meant to teach her, he did.

anonymous asked:

In the books the only thing that comes even close to being a clue is the blue rose Dany sees in the HOTU . But that doesn't necessarily mean romance it can mean a family relationship between the two.

Hello anon,

I’m not sure you are aware of this, but I’ve created a detailed outline of the potential moments of foreshadowing between Dany and Jon that can be found in the book. You can find them here.

While I’m at it, I will take a moment to address your comment about the blue rose. We can deduce what the vision means by analyzing the scenes that are paired with in that sequence that Dany is shown. I’m going to review the whole sequence so that it’s clear what the scene with the blue flower really means.

From HOTU:

“I don’t …” Her voice was no more than a whisper, almost as faint as theirs. What was happening to her? “I don’t understand,” she said, more loudly. Why was it so hard to talk here? “Help me. Show me.”

… help her … the whispers mocked… . show her …

Then phantoms shivered through the murk, images in indigo. Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman’s name… . mother of dragons, daughter of death … 

Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire… . mother of dragons, slayer of lies … 

Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… . mother of dragons, bride of fire

As with all things, let’s start from the beginning…

The first part of this scene Dany is asking the Undying to clarify what they had just said to her:

… three heads has the dragon … 

the ghost chorus yammered inside her skull with never a lip moving, never a breath stirring the still blue air

… . mother of dragons … child of storm … The whispers became a swirling song… . 

three fires must you light … one for life and one for death and one to love … 

Her own heart was beating in unison to the one that floated before her, blue and corrupt …

three mounts must you ride … one to bed and one to dread and one to love … 

The voices were growing louder, she realized, and it seemed her heart was slowing, and even her breath… . 

three treasons will you know … once for blood and once for gold and once for love …

So then we get to the vision, which are separated into three difference sections, Daughter of Death, Slayer of Lies, and Bride of Fire. 

Daughter of Death

Here Dany is shown images of the death of her brother Viserys, the once potential future of her son Rhaego and the death of her brother Rhaegar. 

So, why is Dany shown these images? She is shown these images because the deaths of these three men where instrumental in Dany becoming the woman she is, the Mother of Dragons if you will. Rhaegar’s death caused the downfall of her family, which lead to her being raised in exile. The death of Viserys marked the end of what remained of her Targaryen family, leaving her the love Targaryen. And the death of her son marked the end of her life with Drogo and what remained of her family, leaving her completely alone in the world. 

Slayer of Lies

These vision are of impostors, men who have taken the mantle that belong to her. Her very existence as the Mother of Dragons slays the lie of what they all pretend to be.  

Stannis pretends to be the prophesied savior, when he’s not, he’s not going to be part of the coalition that will fight the Others. Mostly because he wants to be the ultimate king, but that’s not what will be needed, because it won’t matter. Aegon is an impostor, pretending to be the Targaryen heir. He’s not a real dragon, he’s a mummers dragon, a puppet of the puppeteers known as Varya and Illyrio. Finally, I believe that the stone beast, breathing shadow fire is Euron. He’s gathering a lot of dark magic and other stuff to somehow reinvent himself as a Valyrian come again. But of course he’s not that, the last heir to Valyria is Dany, with her looks and her dragons and her lineage. The Valyan’s were terrible people and she’s transforming what they use to be, where once they used dragons to enslave the people of Essos, she’s using dragons to liberate them. 

Bride of Fire

These images pertain to the men Dany will marry and we know this because the first image is almost identical to when Dany consummated her marriage to Drogo. But also by what she is told before these images are shown to her regarding the mounts, which might connect with thee visions. 

The first image: 

“Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. “

Here is a description of Dany’s first night with Drogo:

“They rode out together as the stars came out, leaving the khalasar and the grass palaces behind. Khal Drogo spoke no word to her, but drove his stallion at a hard trot through the gathering dusk. The tiny silver bells in his long braid rang softly as he rode. “I am the blood of the dragon,” she whispered aloud as she followed, trying to keep her courage up. “I am the blood of the dragon. I am the blood of the dragon.” The dragon was never afraid.

Afterward she could not say how far or how long they had ridden, but it was full dark when they stopped at a grassy place beside a small stream. Drogo swung off his horse and lifted her down from hers.”

As you can see the first image clearly correlates to Dany’s first time with Drogo. The second and the third are harder to pin down just because they haven’t happened already. I believe the corpse to be Hizdahr after Victarion kills him and ties him to the prow of his ship, to show Dany how manly he is. 

The third image of course is Jon. The son of a blue rose who at The Wall, will be a source of happiness for her (fill the air with sweetness). 

If we connect the three mounts noted above to these visions, the one to bed is Drogo, i.e. why we get a description of their first time together. The one to dread is Hazdhar, she dreaded having to marry him and his death at the hands of a Greyjoy is not that good, because Victarion is NOT show Theon and Yara. 

Then that leaves the one to love as Jon. 

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goldengrasp  asked:

How do you interpret the Slayer of Lies prophecy?

Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. 

That’s definitely Stannis, given Lightbringer, the shadowbabies, and those famous Baratheon blues. The lie Dany must slay is that he is Azor Ahai–he’s not, she is. 

A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. 

That’s definitely Aegon; he’s the “mummer’s dragon” (the mummer being Varys) paraded before Westeros. The lie Dany must slay is that he’s her nephew–he’s not. 

From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire.

This is the tough one. I’ve heard theories that it refers to Melisandre sacrificing Shireen, given “stone dragon,” or Jon Connington, given the greyscale, but the lie in both cases would seem to overlap with one the first two, and I think it’s weird that in a series of images-in-threes, two of the “slayer of lies” set would refer to the same lie.

So here’s my thinking: the first two are both kings who are in some way usurping Dany’s destiny. Is there a third king attempting to do that?

“Crow’s Eye,” Asha called, “did you leave your wits at Asshai? If we cannot hold the north—and we cannot—how can we win the whole of the Seven Kingdoms?”

“Why, it has been done before. Did Balon teach his girl so little of the ways of war? Victarion, our brother’s daughter has never heard of Aegon the Conqueror, it would seem.”

“Aegon?” Victarion crossed his arms against his armored chest. “What has the Conqueror to do with us?”

“I know as much of war as you do, Crow’s Eye,” Asha said. “Aegon Targaryen conquered Westeros with dragons.”

“And so shall we,” Euron Greyjoy promised. “That horn you heard I found amongst the smoking ruins that were Valyria, where no man has dared to walk but me. You heard its call, and felt its power. It is a dragon horn, bound with bands of red gold and Valyrian steel graven with enchantments. The dragonlords of old sounded such horns, before the Doom devoured them. With this horn, ironmen, I can bind dragons to my will.”

Asha laughed aloud. “A horn to bind goats to your will would be of more use, Crow’s Eye. There are no more dragons.”

“Again, girl, you are wrong. There are three, and I know where to find them. Surely that is worth a driftwood crown.”

“The bleeding star bespoke the end,” he said to Aeron. “These are the last days, when the world shall be broken and remade. A new god shall be born from the graves and charnel pits.”

Then Euron lifted a great horn to his lips and blew, and dragons and krakens and sphinxes came at his command and bowed before him.

So I think the beast breathing shadow fire could refer to a dragon ensorceled by Dragonbinder, flying from the smoking ruins of the Hightower as part of Euron’s attack on Oldtown:

“I saw towers by the sea, submerged beneath a black and bloody tide. That is where the heaviest blow will fall.”

If so, the lie Dany must slay is that Euron is destined to end the world. He isn’t–she’s destined to save it.
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description: Dan is a typical notorious bad boy smoker who couldn’t give a shit about anything. Phil is a quiet librarian nerd who spends too much of his time in an abandoned tower in school. After rumours were spread that Dan had slept with many girls, and his two friends finding about it, Dan’s dirty little secret is exposed.Dan has no idea how to kiss. And what does he do? He gets kissing lessons from Phil.

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His World, Collapsed

Summary: Dan and Phil living in NYC during 2001 and the unthinkable happens, or so Dan seems to think.

Warning: In detail account of 9/11 attack of World Trade Center, mentions of death, implied thoughts of suicide

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Words: 2.7K

A/N: Unless you live under a rock and/or not American and don’t know what happened, here is the Wikipedia article on the 9/11 attacks. This was suppose to be a little piece for me to be able to write the angst coming up in Secret Service, but it when slightly out of control

To emejig16 who has listen to me talk about this fic for the past week and has read it at least five times before I reached this version of it. 

To frannij for being the greatest beta ever

To dannihowell who let ask her the most random questions and still gave me thoughtful answers.

Dan let out a loud groan when he heard the alarm clock go off. He let another, quieter groan when he felt the man next to him get up. “Get back in bed,” he moaned, rolling over to hide his face into the pillow.

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I will leave you for a different animal, I say. I loved you for your glass horse, for a morning as bright as a murder, our bed draped in crêpe de chine the colour of hummingbird hyssop, the waxburned hyaline of your Achilles heel, a mirror-masked Pegasus, the thunderclapped rumor of a brittle figurine.

We cradle the marriage. Bury its baby teeth under the purpura of delphinium minarets. We milk the poison. Arms anchored to thistle-limbed kitchen gardens, mouths as anemic as the wet, sleeping tongues of white thornapple buds. We make windchimes from viper fangs. Sculpt knuckles to cenotaphs. Raise Cain from each whiskey-throated hosanna. First idolatry, then betrayal. Between the trees, a pantheon of shadows. Breath brief as a bonfire. First, the tinder’s nervespeed, then the effigy of a holocaust.

We pause the flame. Spit the soot. Whale-bellied floodgates. Blood on the bathmat.  A wrinkle of rust. A body held by bandages. A body burning into a blackhole. Then you say no - no to the mercenary medicine, the balsam of poultice. No to the bargain-basement placebo, the capsuled obloquy.

You say no to the curse of cures.

Then, the coral dusk of Debussy’s danse sacrée. Cathedral bells of cala lilies. Knees cutting wormholes in Himalayan salt bricks. Towers of smoke above the corpse of a charcoal briquette. Meat fuzzed from ribs. So soft as to corrupt. So clean as to salve. You ask – what do you fear most? I mishear fear as fire. I spell what as who. I say you. You say nothing. Years have taught me how to bed a ghost dressed as a god.

Afterwards, each with a fist the size of a small, dead crow. Each with an empire of ash. Each with a chest full of explosions, a mouth full of echoes.

—  Scherezade Siobhan, Excerpt from “Father, Husband”
One Last Appeal

Nines Rodriguez x Reader

Words: 426
Plot: Nines goes out looking for the fledgling after Ventrue Tower blows up. He’s worried he’s lost her forever.
A/N: I got asked a while back to write more Nines and Vampire: The Masquerade stuff. And I did the thing! I hope you like it. I love the community for this and am happy to be here.

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Nines felt the explosion in his bones before he saw it; a pillar of fire and smoke rising from Ventrue Tower, debris raining across downtown L.A.
He’d known this would happen, of course; he’d had some idea that Jack would load up the sarcophagus with god knows whatever he had and blow LaCroix sky high.

There were only a few unknowns, and there was a fucking big one weighing on Nines’ mind as he limped down the high street, the scars on his face and body still fresh from that werewolf taking a chunk out of him.

Was she alive?

Damsel thought he’d gone soft, and maybe he had. But the kid was something special; she made him feel like he was somebody. He’d always been somebody, no two ways about that. His name - for better or worse - was all over the city. But with her, he felt like he mattered. He didn’t know if she felt the same; never had the time to ask. Business, then pleasure.

And now, the fire engulfing the tower, he wondered if she’d made it out. If she’d burned in there with LaCroix. 
He wondered if any of it would mean anything if she was gone.

He came to a stop down the street; the listening as the sound of cop sirens got closer. He didn’t want to be around when they were looking for survivors and found he wasn’t quite alive. But he had to find her.

“Kid!” he called out, collapsing against the brickwork of an alleyway. His throat ached in protest; his wounds were still healing and his body craved blood. But he could hardly think of that now.
His head started to spin. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this weak; this vulnerable. He knew dawn was coming soon and he’d have to make it back to The Last Round, with or without her.

“Nines!”
Nines turned, his eyesight muddled and his head hazy. Despite that; he’d know that voice anywhere. He’d followed that voice all over L.A. 
He’d follow it anywhere. Anywhere at all.
“(y/n)” he breathed, pressing a hand to his side. This must’ve been the first time he’d ever used her name. He liked the way it sounded on his lips as relief washed over him. “I thought-”
“I know. But it’s over, Nines. We did it” she grinned, slumping down next to him in the dingy light of the alleyway. The sound of sirens was approaching; but they were out of sight. And if they weren’t, they just looked like two well-dressed drug addicts. Just another pair of ghosts.

“You look like shit” she mused, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Nines could smell her blood - copper and incense, all strange in his nose.
“Been worse. Been better” Nines spat, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers “tell me you knew Jack would blow the fucking building”.
(y/n) chuckled, pausing for a moment.
“I…considered it a very big possibility. I legged it the hell out of there just in case. Turns out my instincts were pretty spot on”.
“Jack and I are going to have words” Nines sighed, wincing slightly.

“Wait a minute-” she started, her hair falling over her shoulder as she turned to him “-you used my name.”
Nines smiled slightly, his teeth pushing down on his lip.
“Don’t get too used to it, kid. They’ll think I’m going soft.”
(y/n) shrugged off her jacket, folding it in her lap as she looked back at the tower. He could smell the smoke on her hair; see the sharp curve of her cheekbone illuminated by the streetlamp.
“What now?” she asked, her voice seemingly very distant and far away.
Nines lifted a hand, brushing the backs of his fingers against her hairline. He swallowed, hard. His fangs stuck into his lip as he tensed his jaw.
“Whatever you want to happen” he muttered, his eyes trailing to her lips.
She turned to him, her eyes glinting.

“This” she breathed, pushing her lips to his.

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When the sun rose and the police scoured the scene; the alley was empty. A new day dawned on Los Angeles, the sun shining brightly in the sky.