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Lafayette x Fem!Reader

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Prompt: Your father is involved in the war and has an important message to send to General Washington. However, he has taken ill and is kept in his bed, leaving you to deliver the letter. A charming Frenchman meets you in camp and finds out there’s more than one type of lady in America.

Words: 1271

Warning: Language(again, barely)

1776. New York City.

What a dangerous place. I don’t mind it, it’s exciting knowing we’re doing this for freedom from the king, that maybe things are getting better.

Just not today.

Father coughs loudly as I bring in warm compresses to put on his chest to loosen his cough up. He caught the influenza, which could kill him if we aren’t careful. The maid, Rosie, and I have tied rags over our noses and mouths for protection. Father laughed at us, but I was glad he was happy.

“(Y/n), dear,” he says, voice raspy from coughing, “there is a letter that must be delivered to the general. It’s of the utmost importance.”

I nod slowly, gears turning in my head as I fluff some of his pillows. “Did Hercules send it?”

Hercules Mulligan is a close friend of my family, so close that we consider him family. He’s tailored me some riding breeches and coat out of one of my father’s old suits. I know, sounds improper for a lady, but who wants to ride a horse in a corset and hoop skirts? Not this girl.

Father nods, sitting up on his pillows I just set behind him before reaching into a drawer to pull a blank envelope that appears to be quite full of papers. “Wear your riding gear. It will be safer if you go as a man.”

Taking the information, I nod, tucking it into the waist of my skirt. “I will be as safe as I can possibly be. Now, you should rest, Father. It will help you get well.”

He chuckles as I dart out of the room, changing as fast as I can. Upon seeing me run out of the house in my breeches, the stable boy tacks up my horse for me. Father had told me on multiple occasions where our army’s camp is found, so it’s only the matter of the time it takes to get there. Hopefully, there and back before sundown.

Spurring my horse into a run, my ponytail flies behind me along with my coattails. I keep replaying what I’ll say to General Washington in my head. I don’t wish to embarrass or make a fool of myself in front of him and who knows how many other men.

Oh, before I left the house, I grabbed my father’s rifle, which is currently slung on my back. I plan to only use it if I need to; I’m not really a fighter unless provoked.

Bringing my horse down to a trot, I look around at the tents that just seem to be placed in random spots in the camp. I wince slightly as I see our men dirty and beaten, some more so than others. It makes me wonder, and probably some of the men as well, if freedom is worth this price to these men, the families they have.

“Excusez-moi, puis-je vous aider?” A French voice asks me from the left of my horse.

Stopping my steed, I look to the man that spoke. His most definitely curly black hair is pulled back in a bun, but there are a few curls that have escaped it over his forehead, which is actually a good look for him. I know a little French, but the only thing I understood was “Excuse me” from his sentence.

“I beg your pardon, sir, but I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“Ah, mes excuses, mademoiselle. I asked if I could help you in any way. My name is Marquis de Lafayette, if that is of any help.”

I smile, dismounting my horse and holding the reins. “I’m (Y/n) (L/n), monsieur. My father has something for General Washington to help with your fight against the British.”

His eyes light up as he smiles brightly. “Ah, but of course! Alexander said your father was our link to Hercules! Please, belle femme, follow me.”

So, I do. I heard of Alexander Hamilton from my father as well, he’s an amazing writer. However, and this is a direct quote of my father’s, “he truly does need to rein in his ego before it consumes him. His own pride will be his downfall if he isn’t careful.”

Lafayette keeps glancing at me, most likely thinking that it’s odd that I am not dressed as a lady that he’d typically see. I smirk to myself when I catch his eye and he clears his throat.

“Pardon my forwardness, belle, but why are you dressed as a man and carrying a gun?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask,” I laugh softly to myself. “Father thought it safer and I don’t wish to ride my horse while wearing a corset. The gun is for safety, in case I had a run-in with those damn Redcoats.”

He chuckles, nodding in understanding. “I see. Your father is a very smart man. Again, I ask your pardon, but why is he not here to deliver the letter?”

“He fell ill. A couple nights ago, he was out late helping some soldiers who have been injured and are being cared for a couple houses from ours and caught the influenza. He is recovering, though.”

“I am deeply sorry, please send him my regards to his health being restored,” he says. I can tell that he’s being sincere.

He stops at a tent and motions me towards it, taking the reins of my horse from me. I walk in, bowing slightly to the general and his right hand man Alexander Hamilton before handing them the envelope. Washington gives me a smile and thanks me for helping him and my father and offers to send a man with me to help me back home.

“Sir, I mean you no offense, but I am not helpless. I appreciate the offer, thank you. I hope and pray this war is short and victorious for you and your men.”

“You speak quite eloquently,” Alexander muses with a smile. “Where did you get your education?”

“King’s College, though only two years of it. I stopped because of the war. I would love to stay and chat, but I must return to my father.”

They nod in understanding and bid me a safe journey. Walking out, I’m greeted by a grinning Frenchman who offers to walk me back to where we met at the edge of the camp. I can’t help but agree to that face.

Goddammit, I need to stop thinking like that.

“Um, mademoiselle, may I ask you something that may seem a bit…forward and odd?”

I nod, taking the reins from him when he offers. I’m very curious as to what he would want to ask me, though I very much doubt it’d be too odd.

“Would you do me the honor of attending the next Schulyer ball? And…may I write you? Even though we have only just met today, you have become a ray of light during this dreary time in my life. You seem so different and I would love to get to know you better.”

I blink quickly, wondering if I heard him correctly. When he continues to look anxious about me not answering him and staying so quiet, a grin curls my lips.

“Monsieur Lafayette, I would be the one honored. Thank you for helping me today.”

He smiles brightly again and I laugh softly, mounting my horse. “Jusqu'à ce que nous nous reverrons, magnifique!”

I will have to tell him the next time we meet that I have no idea what he said to me, but I have a feeling it was sweet.

Wonder what my father will say. That’s a problem for another time.










anonymous asked:

Either Alfor or the Queen are like "Fuck the Space Police" and add Coran to the royal line registry. Coran only finds out in the present.

I like you. Ok, so, polyverse, natch.

“Oh my, oh my, oh my, it has been so long since we have had such distinguished guests!” the tiny Turimonqua maid was chirping, her rainbow lace wings flashing in the light as she fluttered from person to person to pin their access badges to the collars of their clothing. “To think, an entire royal entourage!”

“Your mistress’ hospitality has been very impressive,” Allura said politely as she bowed, prompting the rest of them to follow suit. “Thank you for putting us up on such short notice.”

“Oh, it is no problem at all. Anything, anything at all for a king and his daughter!”


“I- I beg your pardon, run that by me again?” Coran asked hesitantly.”

The maid produced a tiny scroll made of glimmering light. “You are Coran, first of his name, Second Father to Allura, Fourth of the Allura Title, correct?”

“I- well, yes, but I was unaware that-”

“Then it is settled! Come, come, your rooms are this way!”

“A king?!” Lance asked, gaping, as Coran paced back and forth in the common area that joined their rooms. 

“Believe me, this is just as much a surprise to me as it is to you,” he protested. “I mean… they’d always said they would, but-”

“Said they would what?” Shiro prodded.

“Well, it was always a given that if anything were to happen to their majesties before Allura came of age, I would care for her,” Coran said, and Allura took hold of his hand and squeezed. “But it was always going to have to be behind the scenes as her retainer. The nobility never would have accepted me stepping up to the throne.”

“Why not?” Pidge asked. “You were practically their second in command. Who better?”

Coran scratched the back of his neck, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Mm…”

Allura squeezed tighter. “I’m right behind you, Aipa.”

He sighed. “The fact of the matter is, Altea had a very deep split along class lines. Alfor and Illyere worked very hard to do better by the lower classes, but the nobility fought it tooth and nail. It was the scandal of scandals when it came out that the three of us had formed a relationship. Whispers ran from them slumming it to me attempting a coup from the bedroom.”

Hunk made a very unamused growl, pounding fist to palm. “Too bad we couldn’t have been around then to knock a few heads straight.”

“Hell yes,” Lance agreed, grin vicious,  and there were some grim agreeing nods.

That finally seemed to take the worst of the tension out of the room when Coran laughed. “Thank you. And to be honest, your predecessors were much the same way about it. But… there you have it.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe they actually did it, though.”

“Well, you know how Mama loved to thumb her nose at her fellow bluebloods. There’s probably video recording somewhere of her and Papa and Archivist Michika laughing as they filed it to record.”

“Hey, I bet we could find it,” Pidge said with a wicked grin. “What do you think the search code would be?”

“Ten to one it was a present…. Aipa’s birthday.”

Coran groaned. “They would.”

“Birthday hunt for King Coran!”

“Don’t you dare start calling me that, I swear on-”

My freshman year my schools marching band took a trip to London. There we played in the London New Year’s Day Parade. We were there for about a week, we spent most of the time sightseeing. Our band director told us to keep our passport with us when we left the hotel, he also told us to lock up our passport when in the hotel, (remember this it is important to the story).

After a day full of looking at old buildings we rushed to the hotel to get ready for a New Years Eve party our band and few others from the States were having in the hotels banquet hall.

On our last day there one of the trumpets said he had lost his passport. Apparently he had thrown it to the corner of his room when we were getting ready for the party, and forgot about it. One of the maids must have took it because we never found it. We were going to leave him in London with one of our chaperones while they got him a new passport. We left the hotel and him in London. He finally came back a week later. We still give him crap for losing his passport.

First Impressions This Season

So it’s a week into this season and every show has had at least one episode now (I think). I’ll go through what I’ve watched and say what I think so far. I guess spoilers for episode 1, but are those really spoilers?

Gabriel Dropout

The premise is that after graduating angel or demon school said angels or demons go to earth and go to school there so that they can learn to be proper angels or proper demons. The main character is a decidedly unangelic angle that gets hooked on online games and becomes a shut in, while the rest of the cast is filled in with characters equally ill suited to their roles. This looks pretty entertaining and it’s basically Doga Kobo doing what they do best. It doesn’t seem like a show that I’m going to remember down the road, but it’s a nice moe SoL to watch. The humor has been pretty good too, so I’ve got decent expectations from it. 

Originally posted by k-ui

Little Witch Academia

I’m super excited for LWA and the first episode was great. The original OVA that was kick started was fantastic and set this all in motion, so that alone is kind of cool to see. I’d call the show a moe SoL, but it’s really a Trigger SoL with moe elements. Is it moe? I don’t even know lol, but I’ve got high expectations for it and I don’t think Trigger is going to let me down. They are good at the over the top crazy, and I think that they can do a great over the top wacky magical shenanigans show. Definitely high hopes for this show. 

Originally posted by lifefibersync

Kono Subarashii no Sekai ni Shukufuku wo! 2 (Konosuba s2)

That mouthful of a title aside, it’s more konosuba. The animation seems like it’s even more “quality” than last season, but that doesn’t bother me too much. The kinda cobbled together sometimes almost bad animation kinda adds to the show. But there is probably a limit to that and I hope they don’t find it lol. The Star Wars credits were a hilarious way to start off this season, and I hope that it continues to amuse me as much as it has already. I’ve got decent expectations of this show, but I’m not holding out for it to be incredible. 

Originally posted by jyoshikausei

Demi-chan wa Katatirai 

The premise of this show is that there are demi humans in the world and the teacher of this school is interested in learning more about them by interviewing them. Naturally a bunch of them end up at his school so this gets to happen. I was a little concerned about the possible weird teacher-student relationships that this sort of show can get into, but after two episodes I don’t think it will be like that at all. The cast seems pretty alright, with Hikari and the teacher being great characters. I’ll watch this show just for Hikari’s antics even if it somehow gets worse. I don’t think this will be an amazing show, but once again a nice cute SoL to fill the time. 

Originally posted by ookazaki

Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon

Sort of an unexpected title for Kyoani to be adapting, but it seems to be working so far. The premise is that Tohru (the dragon) becomes Kobayashi’s maid because on a drunken adventure Kobayashi pulled a holy sword out of her and then said she could stay with her. I picked up the first volume of the manga awhile back because buy two get one free sales make me do silly things and I really enjoyed it. There is a nice amount of good jokes and then some just funny moments with Tohru being a dragon and doing dragon things. I expect this to keep me thoroughly entertained, but it probably won’t be one of Kyoani’s truly marvelous show. Gonna be hard to follow Hibike S2 lol. 

Originally posted by aidoru-ojisan

So ya, that’s what I’ve watched for this season. I don’t know if I’ll really get around to anything else this season, but these at least all look like they’ll be fine watches. I have the most hope and expectations from Little Witch Academia, and I’m particularly excited that it is 2 cour. 


“Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter].

SummaryWidower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Chapter III: “Wine”.

Previous chapter(s): 1.”Horses”. // 2.”Books”.

Written by: A.Wölf.


Jeremy entered his house, took off his jacket and hung it on the coat hanger before walking into his study.

He grabbed the bottle of wine that still rested on his desk after Tom’s visit and lifted his chin while studying it.

“1920? This shall be good”, Jeremy murmured reading its label as he pulled on his scarf to remove it. “Darling?” he called out.

“What’s the occasion?” his wife asked leaning against the studio door frame with a warm smile on her face.

He turned to meet her eyes.

“Dinner”, he said.

“Red or black dress?”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows and adjusted his glasses.

“I’d say the red one but I’m afraid we’ll have company”.

She furrowed her eyebrows with evident disappointment written all over her.

“I’ve asked Tom to join us”, he added.

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anonymous asked:

So do you have any regular visitors to the cafe? Also do you have any rival cafes?

Allura: We of course have many regulars! Some we even know by name. So many people enjoy more than just the face value of a maid cafe.

Coran: As for competition. We might have in the past. Maid cafes are a popular concept. But now that we’re keeping to a buttler only staff we seem to be doing okay. Now, if a host cafe opened up near us we may be in trouble. But I doubt that will happen to the extent that it will affect us.

A.N. Spoilers. ;)

Again sorry no pictures, I can’t without giving too much away.


We’re together all the time, first of all. Second thing, how can you fake that 24 hours a day with somebody? Sleeping with somebody, waking up with somebody, having to - he’s running around the house, I’m running around the house. You were in our house! We have a normal house. We have a nanny, we have a maid, we walk around, and he’s either in the studio, I’m in the kitchen, we’re running around like normal - I know it’s hard to believe - people. We go shopping, we go out to dinner. We argue… sometimes.

Promise Me You’ll Stay

Daniel staying in Florida for an extra week for the traditional Lester Family Holiday™ was not planned. Only packing for the cold air conditioned rooms that was Playlist Live, he wasn’t expecting to stay longer than a few short days and then traveling home alone to gather up his creative ideas. But things change, the temperature rises, and feelings begin to boil when needs aren’t met. Things couldn’t end the way they should have, and Phil knew that wasn’t how they were going to part ways.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: Super duper fluff, little bit of ~domestic arguments~, mentions of alcohol but that’s basically it. Wrote this on a whim and it took me 3 hours whoop. inspiration: this post

ao3 link

There were no panels to be worried about, no more days that had to be stretched out, and certainly no more stressful day of meeting people who were roaming the convention halls every minute. Phil woke to the sound of people outside near the pool area. Soft music being lofted in through the open window Dan had forgotten to shut. He slammed his head back down into his pillow in defeat, expecting Dan to come out of the bathroom with a toothbrush dripped from the corner of his mouth. Minutes passed by, and still no sound of running water, no extra cough to add reassurance, no presence of another being felt within the room.

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Here are a couple of my favorite draw thread requests I’ve been doing for fun.  

We have “VexJ9”, the unofficial combination of Jenny (Xj9) and Vexus from My Life as A Teenage Robot (that show had amazing art direction.  One of my favorites.)

And we also have Lindsay from the Total Drama series, dressed as a maid, and more than a little confused.

Boku No Hero Light Novel II Translations.

Chapter 1, Commence the Study Groups! Final Part


[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4]

t/n: I’d never expect I’d finish this chapter so soon, but nonetheless I hope everyone’s been enjoying it so far! In regards to next translations, I’ll be picking out chapters I feel are the most fun and would be most interesting for people to read, so I’ll be skipping a couple :( but with that being said, I’d probably go back to translate them at a later time in life (this goes for the first light novel too), So right now it’s a toss up between two chaps; a+b girls having a girly night and talking about which guys they’d date AND a+b boys arm wrestling and well… being boys ^_^ pls let me know if there’s one you’d like to read first, if not I’ll just randomly choose or smth.

but yeahhhh, once again thank you so much for reading!!!!  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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Anonymous asked: Thrandy request Reader is a orphaned sunkissed(Black) elfling lost in Mirkwood and Leggy finds her and carries her to Thranduil who instantly falls in love with her and the idea of an efling around the kingdom and Leggy always wanted a little sister.

Here is your one-shot, lovely!! I do not own Legolas or Thranduil. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien.

Warnings: Mentions of death, spiders and Fluff!

Pairings: Thranduil x fem!elfling reader x Legolas

Originally posted by ibelieve-inthedoctor

Legolas heard an unusual sound in the forest of Mirkwood and his brows furrowed in confusion. He heard someone crying. Following his keen sense of hearing, Legolas searched the forest until he stumbled upon the source of the cries. There you were, knees brought up to your chest, sobbing loudly. He took in your trembling form, your sun-kissed skin covered in goose bumps and your eyes filled with tears.

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the stars | shownu

Originally posted by trainingpanda

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

request:  OHMYGOSH what the heck. Petals with Wonho was absolutely amazing!!! THE FEELS WERE REAL! Is there any chance you will do one like that with Shownu??? 😍❤

summary: everyone is born with a nebula-like birthmark that is the exact same as their soulmates, so it can’t be too hard to find them - right?

It was difficult going to another wedding, another wedding of your friends who had been lucky enough to find their ‘soulmate’.

Looking around all you could see where the single people comparing their birthmarks to other people’s birthmarks. The look of disappointment was enough to make your stomach turn and your brain to think of the birthmarks as a curse.

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anonymous asked:

*finger guns* bam bam !! How about sleeping habits/positions? : o Maybe one of them hogs up the blankets or they sleep in a fetal position because so and so

• hogs the bed oh my god.
• “get your ARM OUT OF MY FACE.”
• Such a heavy sleeper when he does get to sleep. You can’t bring yourself to wake him up, either, even when he is half on top of you and drooling into your hair. #lethimsleep2k16
• There are crumbs everywhere in the bed. Help. You tell him not to eat in bed, and he promises he doesn’t. He’s a liar.
• Sleeps on his side. If he has you in bed with him, he’ll hook a leg around you sometime in his sleep.
• Half the time the bed doesn’t have sheets. The comforter is literally the biggest thing you’ve ever seen though. You could legitimately get lost in it. You have.

• Really tries his best to be considerate if you’re sleeping in bed with him. He doesn’t want to disturb you that much.
• Such a restless sleeper though.
• Unlike Seven, his bed does have sheets, though halfway through the night they come undone and are tangled around him.
• Full supporter of having stuffed animals in the bed.
• He’ll normally sleep on his stomach, but he has to have your arms linked together to get comfortable.

• Another victim of never getting the opportunity to sleep. #lethersleep2k16
• Half the time she collapses into bed in her work clothes. She knows it’s not good for her, and she’ll force herself back out to change into pajamas.
• The bed is always made. No exceptions.
• A very light sleeper. You could sneeze and she would wake up to check on you.
• Very considerate about the alarm clock. She wakes up the first time for you.
• Shifts in her sleep, but very gently. Normally falls asleep on her back/side.

• He doesn’t know how to make his own bed.
• Please help him.
• Sheets legit piss him off. He doesn’t understand how to put them on. “We have maids for this I don’t need to know how to do this.”
• Very comfy bed, of course. Fluffy pillows. Blankets that could give Seven and his humongous comforter a run for their money.
• Elizabeth 3rd has her own bed. Who do you think she is?? Of course she does. It’s imported. It’s better than Yoosung’s whole room.
• Sleeps on his back. Who does that?? But it’s nice to go to sleep against his shoulder, with his arm wrapped around you.

• He, indeed, knows how to make his bed. He’ll make it everyday before his morning run. If you’re there, though, he’ll just tuck you back in and kiss your forehead before he’s off.
• Sheets that feel like HEAVEN.
• Sleeps on his side, always facing you. He loves cuddling, even when it’s too hot for that and you both are sticky.
• Always sleeps with the fan on, though.
• He actually can’t go to sleep with the television on. He’s all for music, though, as long as it’s a relaxed ambience.

(@chamomilecoffeequartz pasencya na I was gonna reply to your comment pero this ended up getting long so I figured it deserved its own post)

Nobody is defending Alex Tizon. Mali ang ginawa ng pamilya niya and frankly he could have done more for Lola Eudocia, but simply putting this all as ‘slavery is slavery’ and sweeping all the cultural aspects of it under the rug is going to do more harm than help.

Yes, what happened was slavery, but it is a disservice to both Black people and to the Filipino people to equate our experiences as the same. They are different things and sweeping aside cultural nuances distances us from the very issues that we need to be resolving.

Alex Tizon’s article holds up an uncomfortable mirror, but one that we, as a people need to look into and examine. Sometimes that means putting ourselves in Tizon’s shoes, and seeing how easily it could be any of us. It means talking about it and discussing it in its full context. It is important, not because its supposed to alleviate whatever guilt he may have had, but because it is an illustration of the things which slip through the cracks, the system which almost forces this to happen and the culture which allows it to continue. AND ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE STILL IN PLACE, ready for the next unfortunate soul to slip through the cracks, and there are many cracks.

This man is a Filipino, the Tizon family is Filipino and Lola Eudocia is also Filipino, this was an abuse conducted by filipinos towards their fellow filipino, one which, when examined, we find symptomatic of many familiar issues such as the massive poverty and lack of jobs, the lack of education and exploitation of the poor, even such mundane things as the respect that we place in our parents in that it is considered disrespectful to even talk back to them, we do not have the luxury of separating black from white here. This is us. This is our culture. Our systems at play. We cannot distance ourselves from them, because any one of us could be another Alex Tizon, could be his mother, could be Lola Eudocia.

It is important that this article was written - and that is what he should be lauded for, not whatever meager efforts he put into place to resolve his guilt and complacency - because it forces us to examine critically the things which we may have overlooked.

How many times have we seen the abused maid story? How many times has the ‘Sir, wag po!’ line been used in media, both as a drama and a comedy gag? We listen to these stories and shake our heads, and move on with our lives because this is just another one out of a dozen, a hundred stories that we are used to hearing.

For filipinos, this is your chance to think very very hard about our interactions with kasambahays. Are we treating them fairly? Are they getting enough pay, food, benefits? Have we ever been complacent in their abuse? Have we ever uncomfortably looked away and decided it wasn’t our problem? If that’s the case then how are we going to fix it?

For foreigners, this should bring to light the suffering of millions of Filipino immigrants, especially the undocumented ones which are particularly prone to abuse. If you employ filipinos, have you treated them right? Have you any filipino friends or know any filipinos which you think may be suffering from abuse? How can you help if there are?

This is the discourse we should be having about this article, not whether or not foreigners can throw their two cents in by derailing a discussion about how cultural aspects influenced and affected Lola Eudocia’s plight to yell about how they know better and all slavery is slavery without talking about how we can fix it.

Tizon as a writer has succeeded in telling a very important story. Tizon as a person? Frankly I have no judgement to pass on him, if others wish to then that is up to them, but I’m hardly qualified to decide whether a dead man’s deeds outweigh his sins.

rumaan replied to your post “"could not pass away" you are really exaggerating now come on ……”

The way fandom loves to downplay women and mothers is a never ending source of wtf-ery for me

Yeah sitting here reading things like:

“I don’t think Lyanna asking her own beloved brother - the only person who she saw before dying if we don’t count the maids she might have had - to protect her baby is something exceptional or worth fangirling over. Almost every woman on Earth would do exactly what she did in her situation. It is just sad and touching maybe, nothing more.”

“I am just genuinely surprised that something as trivial as “keep my baby safe from harm” from a dying Mom is considered amazing and an accomplishement.”

“Lyanna’s plea to keep Jon safe would be considered as … just something normal.”

(quotes courtesy of @masha-russia) :-)

Makes me to want to scream because it’s just dripping with misogyny. Like wow, if mothers being good mothers (Lyanna’s circumstances notwithstanding) isn’t admirable, then idk what the fuck else mothers are supposed to do to earn someone’s appreciation. Just because a mother is “supposed to” be maternal, self-sacrificial, whatever, doesn’t mean they can’t be admired for it! Like wth! 

Not to mention that every mother is more than JUST a mother, they’re fundamentally human beings. Lyanna was 16 years old when she died, beloved by her family, lost a brother and a father, someone who had worth beyond that of ~just a mother~.

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 36/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: fighting, cussing

Word Count: 3,510

Dedication: everyone who reads this!!! Thank you for liking my shit and have a safe Christmas Eve and Hanukkah!

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A/N: I cried writing the beginning of this chapter

Just like the drive to the hospital, the drive back was silent. Alexander was lost in his thoughts. He was lost on what to do. Does he tell Thomas that they should take a break so he could think? Does he just ignore Thomas? Does he confide in him? Alexander had so much on his mind, and he didn’t know what to do.

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