the she wolves

  • Lily: All men are dogs.
  • Remus: *staring at Sirius* Some more than others.
  • Sirius: Do wolves count as dogs?
  • Peter: I'm not a dog.
  • James: No, I see you more as a rat.
  • Lily: I don't know where this conversation has gone.
ten years time, at a big hollywood oscars after party
  • Me: *sees shonda rhimes*
  • Me: *approaches shonda rhimes*
  • Me: *taps shonda rhimes on the shoulder*
  • Shonda Rhimes: *turns around*
  • Me: i wiLL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR KILLING LEXIE GREY IN SUCH A SHITTY WAY. SHE NEVER GOT HER HAPPY ENDING WITH MARK SLOAN SHE WAS FUCKING CRUSHED TO DEATH BY A PLANE AND HER BODY WAS EATEN BY WOLVES. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. ARE. YOU. FUCKING. SERIOUS. WOLVES, SHONDA. SHE DIDNT GET A FUCKING BURIAL. SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO MARRY MARK AND HAVE A LOVING FAMILY AND BE HAPPY. THE FUCK SHONDA.
  • Me: anyway, congrats on the Oscar™ and also thanks for breaking so many barriers for female creators.
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That was the best part, the dreaming. She dreamed of wolves most every night. A great pack of wolves, with her at the head. She was bigger than any of them, stronger, swifter, faster. She could outrun horses and outfight lions. When she bared her teeth even men would run from her, her belly was never empty long, and her fur kept her warm even when the wind was blowing cold. And her brothers and sisters were with her, many and more of them, fierce and terrible and hers. They would never leave her.

Runaway - AURORA

“And I was running far away, would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows. And I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can’t complain. But now take me home, take me home where I belong… I can’t take it anymore.”

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i go off about arya’s connection to water all the time but theres a lot of importance placed on food too. which is associated with life as well plus family. one of the first things we learn about her is how much she values sitting at her fathers table, the most communal setting, where she has not only food but the company of those she cares about. but through a lot of her story arya is in situations where food is as scarce as her pack which makes it all the more significant. despite this arya still shares and provides food for others. the rabbit leg with gendry and worms with weasel and the boys. arya acts as a cupbearer in harrenhal and the house of black and white where she serves food and wine. she spends a lot of time in the kitchens of both helping prepare meals, an act of giving sustenance. arya is very comfortable in kitchens. they’re warm safe and represent security in a lot of ways. esp for a character who’s been cold and hungry. she also works selling seafood as cat of the canals and offers sam some for free after protecting him from bullies. arya has a very generous nature that revolves around family life. 

Hormones and instincts

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

I decided to put these two requests together because of how similar they are :)

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Seth Clearwater x Reader


“Paul, leave Seth alone.” Emily scolded and swatted the older wolf around the back of his head; it did nothing to stop Paul’s giggles.  
Seth sat across the bonfire from his laughing pack brothers, with his arms crossed and scowl firmly in place. Emily stepped around and gently smoothed his hair, “You ignore them, you’re a gentlemen and that’s what girls like most.”
“Wrong, girls like confidence.” Paul countered.
“Confidence yeah, but you’re just arrogant.” Embry came to Seth’s rescue and was punched in the arm by Paul for the trouble.

“Seth, Y/N is your imprint, it’s natural to be worried about hurting her or upsetting her.” Sam advised, he gave Emily a sad smile as he pulled her into his lap before continuing; “Besides you’re both young, don’t get too stressed out about things like this.”
“It’s just a shame that you’ve got the imprint and teenage hormones both fighting for control in there.” Leah added and pushed the side of Seth’s head with two fingers.

Seth batted her hand away, “Can we all just stop with the advice now? Before Y/N gets here.”
Jared chimed in, “At least she already knows about wolves.”
Seth glared at Embry, “Yeah thanks for that.”
Embry held his hands up in defence, “I smelt a leech in the area, I went to check on my baby sister. Who could have guessed that she’d see a massive wolf and instantly think that the old legends were true?”
“No one, because no one in the worlds thinks that way except Y/N.” Quil snorted. It was true, the pack were all incredibly surprised to find that you’d figured them out.
Seth sighed, “I just hope that she never sees me phase, it would terrify her.”
Leah flinched at the memory of  their father seeing her phase and it causing his heart attack, Emily sent her a soft smile which Leah ignored.
“Yeah I wouldn’t wanna see you naked if I was her either dude.” Paul snickered and Seth threw his empty drink can at him.
Laughter rippled through the pack, Jared pointed to the top of the beach, “Here comes your little girlfriend now.”

You walked leisurely down the beach towards the bonfire when you heard the laughter erupt from your friends, a few of them turned to face you. You caught Seth’s eye and gave him a little wave, he turned away from you with his arms crossed over his chest. You dropped your hand and tried not to look too upset as you joined them. Leah budged across her log so that you had to take the only free spot next to Seth.
“Bro.” You gave Embry a wave.
“Brat.” He greeted with his usual grin.
“Sounds like you guys are up to no good.” You laughed as you joined the conversation.
“They’re just being assholes.” Seth grumbled and you tried to school your shocked expression at his pouting face, it just didn’t suit his usual carefree personality.
“Well that’s nothing new.” You smiled and Seth returned it with a dazzling smile of his own, the anger in his face easing away.
Kissing noises caught your attention and you turned to give Jared and Paul a confused look but before they could explain themselves Seth had jumped up and shoved Paul off of his log and onto the sand. The laughter stopped and everyone held their breath as Paul stared up at Seth, his mind ticking over and taking in what had just happened.

Sam had already moved Emily to the side and was starting to stand when Paul snarled, “You stupid pup.”
You swallowed hard, he was shaking so hard with anger that he was practically vibrating, you stood and caught Seth by the arm to try to pull him away.
He wrenched his arm away from you, “Get away from me.”
His words packed a punch, Seth was shaking hard too and Leah and Sam were between Paul and Seth but that didn’t stop Paul from pushing himself up and trying to lunge at Seth, his face was red and scrunched like he was in pain. Seth, even though at a clear height disadvantage, caught Paul by the waist and pivoting his entire boy threw him further away from the bon fire. Paul skidded in sand on his back before he managed to flip himself over, he looked up at Seth and snarled, he was shaking even harder now.

Seth dared to take his eyes off of him for a moment to turn to you, he was also shaking now, he caught you by your waist and pushed you back towards your brother. Embry caught you with ease and pulled you behind him, quickly you noted that Kim and Emily had been pushed behind Jared and Jacob. Peaking over your brothers shoulder you watched as Seth turned in time to catch Paul as he launched himself at him, his skin bursting and giving way to fur and claws. Seth was knocked backwards but quickly sprung back and out of his own human form rearing up at Paul.

“Sam stop them.” Emily pleaded.
Sam stood, scarily calm in between the two wolves as they circled each other. “I’ve half a mind to let you two idiots tear into each other.” Sam boomed, “But I think you’ve both done enough damage for today.”
He nodded back towards the bonfire and both wolves followed his gaze to find you clinging to the back of Embry’s shirt, eyes wide and lips trembling. Seth whimpered, Paul lowered his head and Sam sent them both into the woods like a parent tired of his children’s antics.

Embry took you home and you didn’t say much to him during the journey. Sure, you knew about the pack but seeing it, and seeing Paul nearly hurt Seth had you. It hurt in the way that knowing Seth would never see you as a partner hurt, it hurt you because that was all you truly wanted but you knew it couldn’t happen.
Yet, knowing all of that logically didn’t stop the fear that he might be hurt.

Damn, you felt like an idiot.

The next day Seth came to find you and even though your friendship with him was becoming bittersweet because of your unrequited feelings you couldn’t bring yourself to not let him into the house. He stood awkwardly in your hallway until you invited him into the living room when he stood there awkwardly.

You sat on the sofa and patted the space beside you, “Seth you can sit down.”
He sat on the sofa but as far away from you as he could; you tried to ignore the sting of rejection.

Seth cleared his throat awkwardly and ran a hand back through his hair, “Look Y/N I know I’m probably the last person that you want to see right now but I wanted to apologise for last night.”
“I saw just scared.” You admitted and Seth flinched but you continued, “You could have been really hurt Seth.”

“What?” He asked, his nose scrunched adorably in confusion.
“Seth, I was so scared that you were going to get hurt.” You told him and took a chance to reach out and gently squeezed his hand. When you moved to take your hand away, Seth’s mind clicked and he caught your hand with his and held it softly.
“That’s why you were scared?” He asked quietly.
“Well it’s a good enough reason isn’t it? For the record you’re never the last person that I want to see.” You asked.
He gave you a dimpled smile, “Well, yeah I guess it is and thanks.”
Now you realised that, in taking your hand, Seth had pulled you closer to him. The closeness made your stomach flip with butterflies, the heat rolling off of his skin and the fact that he always smelt incredible had you leaning further into him. For once, Seth’s mind was free of thoughts of messing things up; instead he was utterly and unapologetically wrapped up in you.

He leaned into you, and without worry or self-doubt haunting him, he kissed you. A soft, gentle kiss. Excitement bubbled through you and you found yourself smiling into the kiss, which made Seth smile in response until eventually you had to pull away from each other because the kiss had fallen victim to your grins.
“What took us so long?” Seth asked, his grin taking your breath away.
“Wolves are notoriously difficult.” You teased and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Well isn’t this adorable!” You heard from the doorway, both of you jumped and whipped your heads around to were Quil and Jacob were laughing at Embry who stood with his hands over his eyes.
“Is it safe for me to look yet?” Embry asked.
“No, Seth’s taking her clothes off man.” Quil told him.
“What?!” Embry practically screeched and ripped his own hand free from his eyes only to find Seth giving him a sheepish grin and you trying to bury your burning face in your hands.
You moved your hands from your face as Seth leaned back and kissed your cheek softly, ignoring the boys wolf whistles, “Let me take you on a real date?”
You glared over at your brother who was dramatically whining about you growing up while Quil and Jacob pretended to comfort him, “Anything to get me away from these idiots.”  

Sansa bit her lip and nodded. Arya lowered her face to stare sullenly at her plate. She could feel tears stinging her eyes. She rubbed them away angrily, determined not to cry. (Arya II, AGOT)

When the bar was down, Arya finally felt safe enough to cry. (Arya II, AGOT)

It was the scariest thing she’d ever done. She wanted to run and hide, but she made herself walk across the yard, slowly, putting one foot in front of the other as if she had all the time in the world and no reason to be afraid of anyone. She thought she could feel their eyes, like bugs crawling on her skin under her clothes. Arya never looked up. If she saw them watching, all her courage would desert her, she knew, and she would drop the bundle of clothes and run and cry like a baby, and then they would have her. She kept her gaze on the ground. By the time she reached the shadow of the royal sept on the far side of the yard, Arya was cold with sweat, but no one had raised the hue and cry.  (Arya IV, AGOT)

Two of the guardsmen were dicing together while the third walked rounds, his hand on the pommel of his sword. Ashamed to let them see her crying like a baby, she stopped to rub at her eyes. Her eyes her eyes her eyes, why did … (Arya V, AGOT)

She could not have said how she got back to Flea Bottom, but she was breathing hard by the time she reached the narrow crooked unpaved streets between the hills. The Bottom had a stench to it, a stink of pigsties and stables and tanner’s sheds, mixed in with the sour smell of winesinks and cheap whorehouses. Arya wound her way through the maze dully. It was not until she caught a whiff of bubbling brown coming through a pot-shop door that she realized her pigeon was gone. It must have slipped from her belt as she ran, or someone had stolen it and she’d never noticed. For a moment she wanted to cry again. She’d have to walk all the way back to the Street of Flour to find another one that plump. (Arya V, AGOT)

Everyone was moving in the same direction, all in a hurry to see what the ringing was all about. The bells seemed louder now, clanging, calling. Arya joined the stream of people. Her thumb hurt so bad where the nail had broken that it was all she could do not to cry. She bit her lip as she limped along, listening to the excited voices around her. (Arya V, AGOT)

She had cried in her sleep the night before, dreaming of her father. Come morning, she’d woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed another tear if her life had hung on it. (Arya I, ACOK)

I won’t, Arya thought stubbornly, but when Yoren laid the wood against the back of her bare thighs, the shriek burst out of her anyway. “Think that hurt?” he said. “Try this one.” The stick came whistling. Arya shrieked again, clutching the tree to keep from falling. “One more.” She held on tight, chewing her lip, flinching when she heard it coming. The stroke made her jump and howl. I won’t cry, she thought, I won’t do that. I’m a Stark of Winterfell, our sigil is the direwolf, direwolves don’t cry. She could feel a thin trickle of blood running down her left leg. Her thighs and cheeks were ablaze with pain. “Might be I got your attention now,” Yoren said. “Next time you take that stick to one of your brothers, you’ll get twice what you give, you hear me? Now cover yourself.” (Arya I, ACOK)

He was going to take me home, she thought as they dug the old man’s hole. There were too many dead to bury them all, but Yoren at least must have a grave, Arya had insisted. He was going to bring me safe to Winterfell, he promised. Part of her wanted to cry. The other part wanted to kick him. (Arya V, ACOK)

“But one guard won’t be enough, we need to kill them all to open the cell.” Arya bit her lip hard to stop from crying. “I want you to save the northmen like I saved you.” (Arya IX, ACOK)

She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips. Wolves, she thought again. Like me. Was this her pack? How could they be Robb’s men? She wanted to hit them. She wanted to hurt them. She wanted to cry. They all seemed to be looking at her, the living and the dead alike. The old man had squeezed three fingers out between the bars. “Water,” he said, “water.” (Arya V, ASOS)

Arya had never heard of Old King Andahar. She’d never seen a horse with two heads either, especially not one who could run on water, but she knew better than to ask. She held her tongue and sat stiff as the Hound turned the stallion’s head and trotted along the ridgeline, following the river downstream. At least the rain was at their backs this way. She’d had enough of it stinging her eyes half-blind and washing down her cheeks like she was crying. Wolves never cry, she reminded herself again. (Arya IX, ASOS)

She-Wolves: The Women Who Ruled England Before Elizabeth

In the tradition of Antonia Fraser, David Starkey, and Alison Weir, prize-winning historian Helen Castor delivers a compelling, eye-opening examination of women and power in England, witnessed through the lives of six women who exercised power against all odds—and one who never got the chance. Exploring the narratives of the Empress Matilda, Eleanor of Aquitaine, Isabella of France, Margaret of Anjou, and other “she-wolves,” as well as that of the Nine Days’ Queen, Lady Jane Grey, Castor invokes a magisterial discussion of how much—and how little—has changed through the centuri

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Don't know if you take headcanons but imagine Gaston being alive after the fall and when Lefou finds out he brings him back to health and they're living at the castle (bc Belle offered Lefou a place) but Gaston isn't the same anymore. He's so quite and doesn't boast about himself anymore. He's really insecure (many ppl don't know this tho) and he doesn't miss the way people tense up around him. But he's dating Lefou and has a close relationship with Chip who defends him bc he looks up to him.

Okay this is the cutest 

  • Belle can’t bring herself to refuse Gaston and Lefou, partly because she has a soft spot for Lefou and also because, just like that night in the woods with Adam and the wolves, she can’t and won’t let someone suffer without trying her best to help 
  • Lefou tries to bolster Gaston’s mood when his boyfriend is feeling down or possibly having a flashback, but instead of rolling in the praise and agreeing, Gaston just gives a small smile and shrugs in on himself
  • Lefou thinks it’s really cute and honestly, it saves him a lot of ego stroking time that is now used for stroking other things 
  • Everyone around the castle is slowly accepting Gaston, even though he led a mob into their home, but he’s changed, and they’re growing fonder of him by the day
  • Chip would try to look and act just like Gaston, puffing out his chest and clomping around in boots four sizes too big
  • Gaston almost gets another broken arm when Mrs. Potts finds him off the balcony of the east wing, teaching Chip how to expectorate “like a man” 
  • All their spit from above hits Cogsworth, who is minding his own business in the gardens below, and Lumiere nearly kills himself laughing 
  • I love this verse woww