what if this is a dream and i really did that!

Help! Someone is praying against me, what do I do???

everyone has some ain’t shit person in they life who wants to see them fail, even if it’s subconcious. a jealous friend, an entitled coworker, or ya shady ass aunty who can’t mind her damn business, we all have someone working against us

most curses amount to this, so before you start freakin’ out that some powerful rootworker or witch is mad at you, i have some tips to help you out

First notice the signs

do ya ears ring? itch? feel hot? is ya eye twitchin? do you keep havin dreams with a person who you not all that close to? did you get really hype for some good news and then it crumbled? even when it seemed like a for sure thing? then someone is prolly working against you

Figure out who it is

this can be difficult. narrow down the most likely aint shit people in ya life, pay attention to ya dreams, ask the house spirits and ancestors, or do a little divination. get a grasp of their energy.


but frfr get outcha Florida Water, double the salt, light all the herbs on fire, clean and cleanse your home, car, and any spaces you heavily occupy. cleanse and get rid of items connected to the person. take a long cleansing bath.


do a banishing spell, write the names of the people down and set them on fire, get the black salt out and sweep it out the door. banish their energy that is currently being directed at you. cleansing only gets rid of what is there currently.


remember, if you don’t bind them, the person will just keep sending those prayers and soft curses your way. silence them.

Prevention/Preemptive Strike

there are many ways to just eliminate the casual curses and prayers against you.

  2. Protection charms
  3. Reflecting spells (real mirrors are good for this)
  4. Sigils
  5. Washing your doors
  6. Protective and charged crystals
  7. Cats

now go forth and handle that messy bitter bitch who’s tryna fuck up ya life 👌🏽

  • Otabek: Going to sleep is hard. Saying goodnight to you and being on my own... but I still dream of you.
  • Otabek: So cliche.
  • Yuri: Hahaha gross beka
  • Yuri: Not cool
  • Otabek: I know
  • Otabek: I disgust myself a bit sometimes
  • Otabek: mr no feelings has turned into a fucking romantic
  • Yuri: you never had no feelings
  • Yuri: Else you wouldn't have looked at me twice
  • Otabek: Pff you know what I mean
  • Otabek: I didn't often express it.
  • Otabek: God, did I look at you twice.
  • Yuri: You didn't actually
  • Yuri: The first time you met me you looked at me once, continuously, without blinking
  • Otabek: hmpf
  • Otabek: as if you even noticed.
  • Yuri: So what if I did?
  • Otabek: You said you didn't really remember me
  • Yuri: I didn't, but I remember being watched like I was the only other person alive in the world
  • Otabek: Fuck
  • Otabek: did that make you feel alive?
  • Yuri: It made me feel like i was on the right track
  • Yuri: Cause you were the first person to look at me the way I wanted the entire world to look at me
  • Otabek: well shit
  • Yuri: What?
  • Otabek: That's intense.
  • Otabek: imagine those two people getting together
  • Yuri: Yeah, imagine that

pomrania  asked:

Here's a prompt: Hera pets a loth-cat and Kanan gives her a massage and everyone is happy.

I think I lack the capacity to write something completely happy.  But I don’t think I did too bad a job here.  It’s a million times happier than what happened in my first attempt, believe me!

Honestly, Hera had never really believed that she would live to see the end of the war.  She had never doubted that they would win, but she had never truly believed that she would be there for it.  Or worse than that, in her nightmares she had imagined that she was there, alone.  She had dreamed of being stranded on the ground during a battle, helpless to do anything as communications from the Ghost ceased.

That was one of the reasons that she had never accepted a position on one of the Rebellion’s growing number of bases after her promotion to General.  If anything happened to her family, she had wanted to be right there with them.  It had paid off, too.  Sabine and Ezra were both excellent pilots, but she knew the Ghost like it was an extension of her own body, she could do things without even thinking that they still found impossible.  It wasn’t conceit, to think that, it was simply the way things were.  Kanan and Ezra had the Force, Sabine had her art, Zeb his skill as a warrior, Hera was a pilot.

She took a deep breath of Lothal’s air.  It tasted sweet again, not completely clear of the pollutants that the Empire had pumped into the atmosphere, but it was healing a little more every day.  Crops were beginning to grow again under the careful ministrations of the farmers who were skillfully reintroducing lost nutrients into the once almost barren soil.  The grasslands were beginning to spread and grow healthy once more, the deconstruction of the remaining Imperial factories was nearly complete.  The world must almost look like the one that Ezra remembered from his early childhood.  Almost, but not quite.

It would get there, in time, and Ezra would be there to see it happen.  They all would.

Something brushed against her leg and she stiffened in surprise before looking down to see a loth-kitten staring up at her hopefully.  It was small, skinny, and that mottled orange and brown color that was common among the species.  She reached down to touch it, and it raised its head, nose sniffing hopefully at her fingers, searching for something to eat.

“I’m sorry,” she told it.  “I don’t have any food for you.”

Realizing it wasn’t going to be fed, the loth-kitten decided to settle for being petted instead, alternating between standing still while she ran her hand over its back, and moving around to make her stroke the side it wanted.

Hera sighed, and sat down among the tall grass, relaxing as her hand caressed the impossibly smooth fur of the kitten.  It was young enough that it hadn’t yet grown rough with age, and its features were still that of a baby, barely old enough to be out alone.

She became aware of Kanan’s presence behind her, in that way that she had discovered over the past few months.  It wasn’t her doing it, she knew that, it was the life growing inside her recognizing its father, or perhaps just acknowledging the presence of another Force user, sitting up and paying attention.  Although, probably not.  It didn’t react as strongly to Ezra.

Hera turned and smiled.  “You can’t sneak up on me at the moment, you know that, right?  She warns me.”

Kanan smiled widely in response, his scarred eyes not quite meeting her own.  He sat down next to her and reached out, a hand caressing her slightly swollen belly.  He had told her that he never heard of non-Force sensitive mothers feeling the Force like that before, but then, his experience of such things was limited.  The only thing he knew was that their daughter — Kanan was certain it would be a daughter — was exceptionally strong with the Force.

“Would I try to sneak up on you?” he asked.

She shrugged.  “Maybe not intentionally, but you’re pretty stealthy sometimes.”

He laughed.

“I have to admit,” she told him, her fingers still running over the loth-cat’s tiny head and down its back to its tail, “I know it’s not really me doing it, and it probably doesn’t feel the same as for you, but being able to sense the Force like this is interesting.  I never thought I’d experience it.”

Kanan nodded, his hand still caressing her stomach while the other reached for her shoulder and began to knead the tense muscles there.  “Are you going to miss it, when she’s here?”

Her fingers stilled on the loth-cat’s back, and it mewed in protest until she started again.  “I don’t know,” she said.  “Maybe, a little.  But just think what we’ll have instead.”

He smiled.  His hand moved away from her stomach and to her other shoulder.  Skilled fingers worked together to chase every knot of tension from her muscles and Hera sighed contentedly.

“Anyway, I think I’m going to be too busy to notice.  We both are.”

“Nah,” Kanan said.  “She’s going to be no trouble at all.”

Hera had to laugh at that.  “You do know who her parents are, right?”

He paused to consider that, then shrugged.  “Good point.  She’s going to be a handful.  Luckily for us, we’ll have no shortage of willing babysitters.

It was true.  Ezra had volunteered the moment he had heard.  Hera sighed and allowed herself to relax as his fingers continued their skilled work, moving down into her upper back.  “Do you think we’re going to be okay now?” she asked.  After fighting for so long, it was hard to believe that it was really over.

“Of course,” Kanan promised her.  “Everything’s going to be perfect from here on out.”  He couldn’t know that, not really.  Still, in that moment it was easy to believe him.  She nodded, and didn’t say anything else, not wanting to break the spell.

Hera had never really believed that she would live to see the end of the war, but she had proven herself wrong.  If she needed to, she would gladly do the same again.

anonymous asked:

Peace sis... can I ask you how to reverse a spell or remove a spell or curse?

first you would need to know what work was done against you and get an idea of who did this to you

i would consult your spirits you work with or divination

once you know what it is you can adapt your cleansing, banishing, and binding work to the spell

fire is really good for eating away at curses and spells

most of the time it’s a simple curse done by people prayin against you

and remember: prevention is the best defense
don’t tell everyone your plans, dreams, goals, and opportunities
always have protection bottles and charms in your home
regularly cleanse your spaces and yourself
carry charms with you

EXCLUSIVE: BTS Celebrate Their Biggest Album Ever and Reveal What They Love About Themselves

Welcome to BTS’ next chapter.

The K-pop boyband shocked the biggest names in music when they beat out artists like Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez for the Top Social Artist award at the Billboard Music Awards in May – but their success is no surprise.

With 8.4 million Twitter followers and a fan base so dedicated it’s referred to as ARMY, BTS is one of the hottest acts in Asia, and soon, the United States.

“There is much more recognition of BTS music than before the BBMAs,” V, one of the band’s seven members, told ET. “Which means fans have higher expectations than before. We’re trying to live up to it and I hope the new album can be the answer to that expectation.”

The new album, Love Yourself: Her, dropped on Monday and was even shattering records weeks before its release with over one million pre-orders, according to BTS’ label, BigHit Entertainment. By Tuesday, Love Yourself had already topped the iTunes Album charts at No. 1 in a record-breaking 73 countries, the largest debut release for any South Korean artists. And “DNA,” the album’s lead single, is also blowing up on YouTube with nearly 30 million views since its early Monday release.

ET caught up with V, Rap Monster, Jimin, Jin, Jungkook, Suga and J-Hope on Tuesday, where they opened up about their incredible success, their fifth EP, and what’s next.

Q. Love Yourself: Her is already a huge hit around the world. Were you surprised?

Rap Monster: We’re surprised at the huge response when each album is released but it is beyond our expectation and overwhelming this time. Our new songs topped iTunes chart in 73 countries and made its debut at No. 4 on the US iTunes Song chart. “DNA” music video views surpassed 10 million in just 8 hours, which was the fastest for Korean artists ever. We are very grateful to our fans worldwide for appreciating our music and video.

Q. The music video for “DNA” is a little different from your past music videos, and includes some intense choreography – what does this mean for other music videos off this album? How long did it take to shoot the video?

J-Hope: BTS’ music videos always have intense choreography, but it was even more difficult to learn all the dance moves before the shoot. It may look different compared to previous videos due to complex use of computer graphics and edit styles for “DNA” video, but it took three full days to shoot. Everyone was great in learning the choreography, although there were many different moves we had to perform for the video. Personally, I think Jungkook and Jimin really pulled it off nicely.

Q. You collaborated with The Chainsmoker’s Andrew Taggart on the song “Best of Me” after meeting at the BBMAs. What was the collaboration process like? What did you learn from him?

Rap Monster: We first met at the BBMAs last May. [We] were invited to The Chainsmokers’ rehearsal backstage for the award show and we had fun talking about music and many things. The duo sent us several tracks after we returned home from BBMAs and we selected a couple of tracks to work together. “Best of Me” was the best for our new album in many ways so we decided to write lyrics and finish it together. The song came out great and we were all satisfied with the collaborative process. Andrew is awesome; he’s passionate about music and I think there should be more opportunities for us to work again in near future.

Q. Who’s your next big dream collaborator?

Jungkook: My biggest dream collaborator would be Justin Bieber because I just love his voice and the way he collaborates with other artists. However, I’d like to give it a try with whoever has the right chemistry with BTS musically.

Suga: I’m pretty much open to anyone who’s unique and has mutual appreciation in the music as BTS. I have some tracks and songs written for future collaboration and I’m happy to work with artists who have the right voice and taste.

Q. The song “Skit: Billboard Music Awards,” features Rap Monster’s speech from the awards show – what made you choose to incorporate that into your new album?

Rap Monster: It was one of many ideas we had for this album and we all thought that it would mean a lot to BTS and our fans if we have it permanently in the album and cherish that special moment for everyone. We’re facing the second chapter with Love Yourself: Her in terms of music and life and the BBMAs is like a new turning point for BTS in many ways.

Q. Rap Monster already revealed that Barack Obama was an inspiration for “MIC Drop” – Why? Who else were you inspired by on this album?

Suga: There are so many things that inspire us. For me, it’s people around me. And for RM, it can be books he reads. In general, what fans talk about and think about become a very important source of inspiration to us, because we want to write something that’s real to people, especially those who listen to BTS’ music.

Q. During your live stream on Monday, Rap Monster said that his favorite song is “Ocean,” but that song wasn’t released with the album. What can you tease about when the song will drop, and what it sounds like?

Rap Monster: It’s one of two hidden tracks you can listen to only on the physical album. “Ocean” has a lot of things I thought about since my debut in BTS four years ago. I have lived through many different dreams, worries and emotions in past years and I wanted to share those moments in the song. Sound-wise, there’s guitar and synth and the song is over five minutes, which is quite long. I hope people like it as one of the surprises I’ve prepared.

Q. You changed up your hair color since we last saw you – who decides when it’s time to change your look?

Jimin and J-Hope: The hair color decision is based on the concept of the new album and the timing is discussed with the whole production timeline. Each member’s opinion counts, so our stylists and creative team propose optional colors for us to choose from. But at the end of the day, they’re professionals and they know what they’re doing and in most cases, the proposed colors turn out to be the best for each member.

Q. This new album marks a new chapter in your careers after School, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life and Wings. What do you want fans to know about this new era of BTS?

Rap Monster: We tried many new things for this album and I’d like to label it as “innovative,” if I may. There will be new styled songs, new video, and many new things from now on. We want to evolve as artists and develop what we have within ourselves. If we ever slow down or even fail for our trials, it’s OK and we’ll be and stay as BTS. In addition, I’d like people to love themselves and think about what true love is while listening to the new album, because real love calls for courage to appreciate myself as is.  

Q. What do each of you love about yourselves?

Jin: I love my face and how it looks, which I appreciate very much.

Jimin: I love my attitude towards work and tendency for perfection.

V: My newly discovered talent to shoot great photos.  

Q. You’re wrapping up your tour this December. When will you be back performing in the U.S.?

Rap Monster: We do have plans for a world tour in 2018 so we will definitely go back to the U.S. soon and meet our fans as much as we can. If there’s any special opportunity for us any time soon, we’ll make sure to share it with you first.


that moment when you’re having a really great dream then you suddenly wake up???? then you aggressively try to go back to sleep again the second you realized it, internally screaming, “ohmygod why did i wake up?!!! please bring me back to the land of imagination! what happens next damn it the dream wasn’t over yet,” hoping the dream would continue if you sleep again immediately

then ofcourse your body refuses to go back to sleep. thanks for a glimpse of one nice imaginary life, dreamland

Things to say to abusers to block their attacks/lies/gaslighting/manipulation

  • This decision will affect me more than you, so I get to decide.
  • It’s not your call.
  • I think it’s been enough of me suffering the consequences of your decisions.
  • I’m not obliged to answer those questions.
  • You don’t have the right to say that to me.
  • Stop lying.
  • Not even you believe that.
  • We both know the truth.
  • Now why would you say such a thing to me?
  • That is not a thing you should be saying to someone you pretend to love.
  • You saying it over and over again doesn’t make it true.
  • You know you’re lying.
  • Sounds like whatever is convenient to you is always the truth huh?
  • You don’t have the right to demand this information.
  • Would it kill you to stop talking to me in this manner?
  • Is it hard to not insult people around you?
  • Who do you think you’re talking to?
  • We’re going to talk when you can adress me as a person.
  • Based on your track record, you don’t seem to know me that well.
  • And you know this because?
  • Oh yeah you really, really took in all the evidence before making that claim.
  • You expect me to believe that?
  • Evidently you’re too much of a liar to be taken seriously.
  • How about we focus on what you did wrong for a change?
  • Don’t expect forgiveness from me.

(I understand you can’t get away with most of this most of the time but here’s to dreaming)

“Did You Just Stab Me?”

Pairing: Bucky X Mutant!Reader

Words: 1685

Warnings: Sort of angsty. I don’t know what to file this under. I guess some humor?

Summary: “Did you just stab me?”

A/N: This is for @bladebarnes 4K celebration Writing Challenge. CONGRATS DARLING :) :) :) Permanent tag list is closed. Sorry! Bucky tag list is nearly closed. Others are still open so let me know if you want to be tagged and what you want to be tagged in HERE (in anything but the permanent tag list).

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a/n: oh god, schools been killing me - about one coffee away from a nervous breakdown, so sorry for not being as active. here’s a gift, i love you! 

synopsis: a love sick fool - a love sick, lust sick puppy dog Shawn is. He’s gonna call you, nothing like drunk calling your ex.

warnings: nsfw.- slight smut at one part

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“Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? 
‘Cause I always do 
Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I’ve thought it through” - arctic monkeys, do i wanna know? 

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year 2016 & bts

— aquiver | 05 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings:  smut (!!!), romance, fluff???, the beginnings of angst, the foreshadowing is real…(sorry!)
words: 9,402
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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anonymous asked:

It irks me when people say that Dany is nothing without her dragons. GRRM described her as a warrior Queen some years ago. He compared her to Nymeria the warrior queen from Dorne. I can't find the source but I do remember reading it. I wonder how Martin feels when people try to deminish one of his favorite characters? He must take some offense or something.

Hey anon,

I’m sure GRRM is used to it by now, but I think he probably laughs to himself when people are so off about one of his characters. 

Regarding Dany, her dragons are in a way a symbolic representation of her own power. People who say she’s nothing without her dragons don’t understand the character and quite frankly have a really shitty memory. Her dragons did not make her strong enough to survive and get the respect of Drogo, or to cross the Red Waste, or to come up with the entire plan to sack Astapor without anyone’s help, or her plan to make Yunkai put down their swords with minimum bloodshed. He dragons are not what inspires her people or keeps them loyal to her, it’s her and fight to free the slaves and to treat them like people. 

It’s funny that you mentioned Nymeria because I was discussing with a friend the many similarities Dany shares with her. GRRM has compared Dany to Nymeria (who is Dany’s ancester from her great-great-grandfathers marriage to Mariah Martell) on a couple of occasions. Here is one

In particular, given that Nymeria was a warrior-queen, is there a certain amazon tradition?

“The Rhoynar did impact Dorne in a number of ways, some of which will be revealed in later books. Women definitely have more rights in Dorne, but I would not call it an “Amazon” tradition, necessarily. Nymeria had more in common with someone like Daenerys or Joan d'Arc than with Brienne or Xena the Warrior Princess.”

I found this fantastic comparison between Dany and Nymeria, I’ll quote my favorite parts but you can find the discussion here: (The bolded are quotes from the books.)

The refugee, the nomad, the woman wearing the literal skirt and metaphorical pants

“In the songs, Nymeria is said to have been a witch and a warrior; neither of these claims is true. Though she did not bear arms in battle, she led her soldiers on many battlefields, commanding them with cunning and skill.”

Dany is doing the exact same thing. She’s a warlord that’s not a warrior. And yes, you can be a warlord with absolutely no skill at arms, else Dany wouldn’t be called Aegon the Conqueror with teats.

Now let’s skim over Nymeria’s general history as it applies to Dany so far.

“Only Princess Nymeria of Ny Sar spoke against him. “This is a war we cannot hope to win,” she warned, but the other princes shouted her down and pledged their swords to Garin.”

In AGOT, Viserys is dreaming his fool dreams about re-taking Westeros with Dothraki. Dany knows better. She’s also somewhat skeptical of the Dothraki taking Westeros from the start, mostly thanks to Jorah Mormont educating her.

“The same fate awaited her own city, she saw.”

Nymeria runs for it after Valyria massacres the Rhoyanar men.After Drogo dies, Dany hatches her invaluable dragons. She’s also left with few Dothraki, and she has to flee from various Khals (on top of her constant running from Robert).

“Nymeria’s voyage was long and terrible.”

The difficulty of the Red Waste corresponds to this.Then, Nymeria had her Odyssey: Rhoyne -> Basilisk Isles -> jungles of Sothoryos -> Isle of Naath -> Summer Isles (Isle of Women).She couldn’t stay in any of these places, because~

“(…) arrived at Yeen to find that every man, woman, and child in that haunted, ruined city had vanished overnight.”

Haunted (to the eye) ruins, like the House of the Undying?

“The sullen wet heat oppressed their spirits, and swarms of stinging flies spread one disease after another (…)”


“On Naath, the Isle of Butterflies, the peaceful people gave them welcome, but the god that protects that strange land began to strike down the newcomers by the score with a nameless mortal illness”

Illness, like the Bloody Flux outbreak? Also, Missandei - one of Dany’s main helpers - is a friendly girl from Naath Dany finds somewhere at the halfway point of her journey.

“Basilisk Isles (…) only to fall afoul of the corsair kings (…) carrying off hundreds into slavery.”


“new towns on Basilisk Point were raided by slavers,”

Well, what do you know, Dany’s slave liberation campaign isn’t working out so well. In fact, seemingly half of the slaving Essos is sending armies against her in ADWD - Yunkai, Qarth, New Ghis, Tolos, Elyria, Volantis, the Harpies within Meereen itself.

“In the Summer Isles (…) its thin stony soil yielded little food, and many starved.”

As Dany approached Meereen, the slavers put the land around it to torch to starve her out. She still took the city, but many of her people are nonetheless starving.

“The battered, tattered remainder of the ten thousand ships sailed west with Princess Nymeria. This time she made for Westeros.”

Dany at the end of ADWD:

“Meereen was not her home, and never would be. It was a city of strange men with strange gods and stranger hair, of slavers wrapped in fringed tokars, where grace was earned through whoring, butchery was art, and dog was a delicacy. Meereen would always be the Harpy’s city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy.

Never, said the grass, in the gruff tones of Jorah Mormont. You were warned, Your Grace. Let this city be, I said. Your war is in Westeros, I told you.”

The once and future queen

Back to Nymeria and why I think Dany will do well in Westeros~

“Dry, desolate, and thinly peopled, Dorne at this time was a poor land where a score of quarrelsome lords and petty kings warred endlessly over every river, stream, well, and scrap of fertile land.”

Wet, desolate and overflowing with corpses, at the end of ADWD Westeros is a fucked-up continent where a score of quarrelsome lords and petty kings war endlessly over everything. Euron, Tommen, Aegon, Stannis, KINGINDANORF? are just the Kings we have. (Does the Night King count?)

“Most of these Dornish lords viewed the Rhoynar as unwelcome interlopers, invaders with queer foreign ways and strange gods, who should be driven back into the sea whence they’d come.”

Yeah, Dany will have barbarians, slaves (you think Westerosi can notice they have no collars?), the infamous Imp, dragons, a trail of burning enemies behind her. She won’t get warm reception from most.

And they lived happily ever after

Well, probably not. I don’t see how GRRM will keep Dany on Nymeria’s track without breaking his tone.

“Though she married twice more (first to the aged Lord Uller of Hellholt, and later to the dashing Ser Davos Dayne of Starfall, the Sword of the Morning), Nymeria herself remained the unquestioned ruler of Dorne for almost twenty-seven years, her husbands serving only as counselors and consorts.”

I suppose that in a certain way, Mors can also work as Drogo, old Lord Uller as lame King Hizdahr, and the Sword of the Morning as… Jon NOT DARKSTAR, because I refuse to contemplate the possibility of Darkstar (she already did Bad Boy Daario). The husbands as consorts works for Hizadhr, and whomever her prophesized 3rd husband is, Dany will be leading in her own right - Drogon, Dracarys! helps there.

“She survived a dozen attempts upon her life, put down two rebellions, and threw back two invasions by the Storm King Durran the Third and one by King Greydon of the Reach.”

Dany already survived at least 4-5 attempts on her life - AGOT wineseller, ACOK manticore and arguably Undying, ASOS Titan’s Bastard, ADWD Poizdar do Loqust. I also don’t see Stannis bending to Dany, same for Tyrells who’ll stay with Tommen Lannister. Other possibilities for revolting kingdoms are Dorne (the irony!) and Iron Islands.

That was pretty awesome, there are more quote at the link if you want to read all the parallels between these awesome women. 

I will add one thing regarding Nymeria’s 3 husbands vs. Dany’s 3 husbands.

Nymeria’s first husband (Mors Martell) came from a people who are famed for their horses (Dorne), Dany’s first husband came from a people famed for their horses (Dothraki). 

Nymeria’s second husband came from Hellholt (Lord Uller), which is symbolized by a sort of fiery yin-yang thing, it’s half this and half that, it’s divided basically. Dany’s second husband was symbolized by the Harpy, half woman, and half bird. 

Finally, Nymeria’s third and final husband was Ser Davos Dayne the Sword of the Morning, I do wonder if the Sword of the Morning will play a role in the books as it has been mentioned a lot. And whether Jon will use it or not. Jon does have a connection to an actual Sword of the Morning in Author Dayne. And of course, there is the whole War for Dawn thing going one. 

Sorry, I hijacked your asked but yeah, Dany doesn’t need to wield a sword to be kickass, just look at her very kickass ancestor Nymeris. 


Blue Scarf

Summary: Her scarf flies into Tom’s face and as if the awkwardness that followed wasn’t bad enough, he walks into her work too.

Pairings: Reader(?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some swearing.

A/n: Roses are really expensive, you guys. Who knew? But yeah, I don’t know how I feel about this piece tbh. Let me know what you think so I can make up my mind about whether I like it or not lol. And I know this one isn’t very Tom heavy but I promise my next one will be :D

The wind blew furiously today. She tugged her coat tighter around her and hunched her shoulders to protect her exposed ears from the chilly assault. Her face was numb; she couldn’t even feel the pain of the wind whipping her cheeks anymore. As she reached to grab the purse swinging wildly at her hip, a gust of wind caught the end of her scarf, blowing it behind her. Because it wasn’t wrapped around her neck, the force of the wind simply yanked it free, and suddenly her scarf was flying through the air.

She gasped and spun around trying to locate her neckwear. She caught sight of it zigzagging through imaginary obstacles. Its bright blue allowed her to track its path as she gave chase. She ducked and weaved past the people, finally coming to a halt as she witnessed her scarf get blown right around some poor, unsuspecting pedestrian’s face. She watched as they stopped mid-step, frozen for a millisecond but clambering to free themselves immediately. She rushed up to them, apologies on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m so sor– “

She cut herself off. Words simply left her brain as the stranger pulled the scarf down. Her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Wow, you are gorgeous!

“Um… thank you?”


“You, uh, you said I was gorgeous,” she heard him say, registering the eloquent British accent.

As if he wasn’t stunningly attractive, he had to sound like that?

How is that fair?

“How is what fair?”

The perplexed expression on his face pulled her out of her reverie.


“You said ‘How is that fair?’ What were you referring to?” he repeated.

I said that out loud?

“Yeah, you did,” he said, puzzlement becoming bemusement.

Oh, shit.

“I – I was referring to… Um, see, what I meant was –,” she scrambled to come up with an excuse. Her mind failing her, she shifted her gaze to the floor, a blush creeping up her face.

An agonising, awkward silence followed.

“Uh, anyway…,” his smile faltered, the odd conversation losing its charm.

“Here’s your scarf,” he said as he looped it around her neck. “Now you won’t lose it, again.”

Pursing his lips together in a polite smile, he moved past her and continued on his way. She stood there, dumbstruck.

What just happened?

She turned around, catching a glimpse of his slicked-back curls.

“Thank you!” she called out. He kept walking though, not hearing her.


The bell on the corner of the door rang as she opened it.

“Morning,” her friend called, not looking up from her flower arrangement. “We got to get that Truscott Gala order done by four today. Are you okay to work register while I work on that?”

“Oh, morning, Stel,” she responded, coming out of her thoughts. She had been replaying her brief encounter with the pretty, British man in her head, feeling more and more stupid each time.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” she said, pulling off her coat and exchanging it for her apron. She kept the scarf on.

“What’s up with you?” her friend finally looked up, giving her a questioning look.

Crossing the too-long apron strings, she pulled them in front of her and tied a bow.

“You would not believe what an idiot I am, Stel,” she replied.

“I would, but go on,” her friend prompts.

“I was walking to work today and you know how it was really windy? Well, my scarf blew away and it landed on this guy’s face,” she recounted as she walked over to the window, flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to the ‘We’re Open’ side.

“And Stel, oh my god, this guy was so hot. Like, crazy, too-beautiful-to-be-real, smoking, kind of hot. And –,” she paused, “He was British!”

“Let me guess. You totally embarrassed yourself, right? Am I right?” her friend guessed.

Sighing in defeat, she looked at her friend. “Yes.”

“Oh, it was so bad. The first thing I said to him was ‘Wow, you’re gorgeous’. I mean, what kind of creep says that to a stranger they literally just met?”

“Uh, you?”

“I know,” she cried. “It just got more awkward from there, and I think he got a little freaked out because I was being so weird.”

“Well, duh.”

“But then he did the sweetest thing. He wrapped the scarf around my neck and goes ‘Here’s you scarf, now you won’t lose it again’,” she finished, imitating his accent. She snuggled into the scarf, recalling the way he had leaned in to place it around her. She could still vaguely remember his cologne, something classy and subtle.

“Okay, you weirdo, you can keep dreaming about all the different ways you should have handled that situation, later,” Stel pulled her back to the world. “Right now I need you on the register, paying attention. I’m going to the back to finish these flower arrangements. Call if you need anything.”

With that, Stel collected her tools and tulips and disappeared into the back room.

Smiling at her friend’s words, she went about preparing for the day ahead.


“Have a lovely afternoon,” she handed the bouquet of carnations to the man, just as the doorbell chimed again.

Her eyes scanned the small shop, looking to see who she would next offer her help to when she spotted the newcomer. His back was to her but she recognised his slicked-back brown curls. She froze.

“Oh no,” she whispered under her breath. She quickly ducked beneath the counter, trying to think of an escape route. She whipped her head left and right, racking her brain for a solution. Stel was in the back, if she could just get her attention, she could make her deal with him instead. He wouldn’t even have to know she was here.

Dropping to her hands and knees, she slowly crawled across the floor towards the doorway connecting the shopfront to the back room. It was situated several feet to the left. Keeping against the wall, she prayed he wouldn’t notice her when she was no longer hidden by the counter. As she reached the edge of her protective wall, she hesitated before taking a deep breath and continuing out into the open.

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me,” she muttered. She was almost there, only a few more inches.

“Excuse me?”

Hearing the familiar voice behind her, she squeezed her eyes shut.


She inhaled and stood. Her back straight and chin up, she pumped herself to turn around and face him. There was nothing else she could do at this point. This was it; she had to answer to the humiliation.

Oh, god.

But then at the last possible second, she squeaked, “Be right back,” and darted through the doorway.

Leaning against the wall, out of sight, she exhaled.

Phew, that was close.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped.

“Jesus, Stel! You scared me,” she whisper-yelled, hand over her heart.

Stel raised her eyebrow at her.

“Shit, Stel, it’s the guy! The British guy from this morning, he’s out there right now.”

She peeped around the doorframe. He was looking at the roses.

“What? Where? Let me see,” Stel exclaimed, scrambling to peer into the shop as well.

“Shh, he’ll hear you.”

“Oh man, you weren’t kidding. He is gorgeous.”

“Right?” she asked in agreement.

“Well get out there.”

“What? Are you insane?”

“No… now’s your chance to go show him you aren’t a total weirdo and get his number,” she stated, matter-of-factly. When she was met with an astonished expression, she nodded her head in encouragement.

“I don’t think –,” she began to protest but Stel shoved her out the door and into the shop. Her stumble caused him to turn towards her. She glared back at Stel before putting on her best customer service smile and walking behind the counter once more.

She could see the recognition dawning on his face and she cursed mentally. She was hoping he wouldn’t remember her but clearly he did. She could sense Stel in the other room, waiting to hear his reaction. She prepared herself for the worst.

“May I get a dozen red roses, please?”


Wait, maybe he didn’t recognise her after all.

“A dozen red roses?” he repeated, “Please.”


He really didn’t remember her.

She moved to where the roses were located, stepping past him. She caught a whiff of his cologne and was surprised to realise she was disappointed. He was probably buying the roses for his girlfriend. Why would he remember some random girl he met in the street when he already has a beautiful one to buy a dozen red roses for?

Picking out twelve of the best flowers, she returned to the counter. She bunched them into a bouquet, very aware of him watching her. She suddenly felt very warm, uncomfortably warm. Placing the roses down on the countertop, she unravelled her scarf. She put it by the register and continued the order.

Tying the bow, she looked up at him and plastered a smile on her face.

“That’ll be $38.95,” she said.

They completed the transaction and she handed him the bouquet.

“Have a lovely day!”

“Thanks, you too.”

He took the flowers and walked out the shop. She watched him go, sadness overcoming her. Stel came out and stood beside her.

“Man, I can’t believe he didn’t remember you.”


She began to clear away the scraps and cut-offs. Hearing the bell chime again, she looked up to greet the new customer. Her fake cheeriness dropped, replaced by shock, when she saw who it was.

“My mum won’t mind if I only give her eleven roses.”

He held out a single red rose, one she had wrapped into his bouquet, only moments ago. He also held the receipt, on it was scribbled some numbers.

She looked at him, bewildered. She tentatively reached out and took the rose and piece of paper.

“I – I thought you didn’t –,” she stammered.

“How many cute girls are there in this town who wear bright blue scarves?” he grinned.


“Call me.”

Then he left. She was dumbfounded. She looked down at the receipt in her hand. There was a name alongside the number.


The Laundry Fic

Pairing: Amazing Phil & Daniel Howell (Phan)

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut, Head-cannon?

Word Count: 1800

Inspired by:  So we all know from Dan’s latest video that he spent his early years of Uni travelling down to Phil’s flat to do ‘laundry’. Here’s that fic. (Despite the title, I promise it’s not one of those fics). 

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Now or Never

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 700

A/N:  I managed to work it into my fic for Mimi’s Rom Com Fluff challenge. I picked the line “You’ve learned my weakness, but I have yet to learn yours.” It is in italics and bold in the fic. Hope you enjoy this quick little nothing, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ! I  ust needed this. Thought I’d get something down in hopes that it will help me. I haven’t really written in a week, and I can feel the pain of that loss. So, here, please enjoy this.

I blinked my eyes open slowly as I laid there watching her sleep. Her eye lashes fluttered lightly over her cheeks as her dreams took her to a world I knew nothing about. I licked my lip and pulled it between my teeth and contemplated what she could possibly be dreaming about. I wondered if she dreamed about me like I did her. 

She consumed every thought that I had. Since the moment she stepped into my life, she’d been fresh air to my lungs. Water for my soul. A heart that I can call mine. I do not deserve her. 

She was an answer to a prayer I didn’t know I prayed. She was a light in the dark when I had no idea night had fallen. She was the laughter in the air when my laughter faded. She gave me back my life when I never realized I had lost it. 

As Y/N laid beside me, I thought of all the ways I could show her what she meant to me. Show her how important she was to me. Without her, there was no Dean Winchester. That was a simple yet powerful fact. 

And then it hit me. 

I was in love with Y/N Y/L/N. 

My heart raced at the thought. I’d never really felt this before, even though a time or two I was certain I had. My heart beat so rapidly in my ears, it drowned out all other noise. All I could hear was the rushing of blood pumping furiously through my veins. 

She had to know. I had to tell her. 

“’Mornin’ handsome,” she yawned, stretching out next to me and placing a hand over my heart, her lips lazily finding mine. Even after a nights sleep, she was the best thing I’d ever tasted. 

“Hey beautiful,” I mumbled against her lips when she pulled away. She smiled sleepily, the smile reaching her eyes and causing the corners to crinkle slightly. That’s when I knew she was truly happy. 

It was now or never. 

I love you,” I said, my eyes not leaving hers. 

Her eyes widened, the shock on her face evident. She swallowed thickly, tears pooling in her eyes. 

“Am I dreaming? Is this some cruel dream?” she croaked, squeezing her eyes shut like that would make her wake up. 

I pressed my lips against hers, slow and calculated, my tongue begging entrance against her bottom lip, eager to explore and explain. She clung to me then, as if her brain hadn’t allowed her to process my words, but it fully understood and accepted the kiss. She melted against me, pressing her body flush against mine. 

After moments or hours, I’m not sure which, we were both breathless and heaving against each other. 

“You love me,” she stated, her forehead pressed against mine while her nose gently brushed mine, her eyes still squeezed shut willing the moment, the morning, to be real. 

“I do,” I confirmed with a quick kiss. 

She smiled again, even wider than before. 

“About time you caught up,” she laughed, tears rolling down her pink cheeks as she opened her eyes slowly. 

“Caught up?” I asked, confused, my brow furrowing slightly as I searched her eyes. 

“Dean Winchester, I’ve loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you. I’ve known since we were little you were supposed to be mine. I’d do anything for you, Dean. Anything. I love you with everything I am. Everything,” she confessed, a heavy sigh leaving her like a burden had been lifted from her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me again, squeezing her tight. 

You’ve found my weakness,” she mumbled against my chest. “It’s you, Dean Winchester.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she continued. “But I have yet to learn yours.” 

I pulled away from her then, my eyes locking with hers. 

“It’s only ever been you, sweetheart. Every monster knows it. Every demon. Everyone. You’ll always be my weakness. The one thing I don’t deserve. I will never understand how I got you. You, Y/N Y/L/N are my ultimate weakness.” I kissed her slowly then, putting everything I could into the kiss. 

She sighed against me, accepting my confession. 

I loved her, and now that she knew, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop telling her. 

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Mob Boss

Summary: You’re new to Brooklyn and meet the infamous James Barnes, but you don’t know his story yet.

James Barnes

That name pulled two types of reactions from everyone in Brooklyn: fear or lust. He was infamously known as New York’s top mobster. Always sporting a leather jacket and some fancy boots, he was never mistaken for another civilian in his city. The women loved him and the men feared his presence. He was not one to be messed with. 

But of course, you didn’t know that. You had moved to Brooklyn exactly a week ago and hadn’t had time to explore your neighbourhood because of unpacking and calling your friends and family back home to let them know you were okay. The sun set in about an hour and you figured you’d use the rest of the daylight to walk around and see what hidden gems awaited. 

As the sky got darker, you opted to duck your head into the small coffee shop across your apartment complex. It was small, family owned, and smelled like baked goods. You walked to the front and ordered a small cup of coffee, making chit-chat with the owner and introduced yourself. You turned around, maybe a little too quickly, and heard a deep voice hiss. 

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry,” you said when you noticed hot coffee had spilled onto the stranger you had bumped into. He looked angry and was about to yell at you, especially after having a hard day, but his facial features softened when he looked at you. “I’ll buy you a new cup, does that sound good? And a new shirt. Or an entire wardrobe. God, I’m sorry,” you said as you fetched for napkins. 

Bucky laughed watched as you fretted over the stain, patting his chest with the napkins. To get you to stop moving, Bucky placed his hands on your and lowered them. 

“It’s okay. I’m still alive, see?” he said, gesturing at himself. 

You nodded and offered him a small smile. “Again, I’m really sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen, right?” You were about to respond when you heard your name called, signalling your coffee was ready. 

“That’s my cue,” you said. “Sorry.” You fetched the coffee and gave the stranger a nod before heading out once again. 

Steve, Bucky’s best friend, had watched the entire event unfold, as well as other Brooklyn residents. To say the least, they were all shocked at how calm Bucky had been and how nice he was towards you. Steve knew that no matter who, girl or boy, he’d yell his heart out in an instant. 

“That was something else,” Steve said as Bucky returned from ordering his coffee. 

“Yeah she is,” Bucky breathed. 

“That wasn’t what I was - yeah, okay,” Steve said when he noticed Bucky was staring at the door, not bothering to pay attention to him.

The next few days were spent buying groceries and last minute items for your apartment. You had been out particularly late and realised the bus wasn’t coming any time soon, so you braved the fifteen minute walk in the dark. 

You had, for the most part, gotten back to your neighbourhood pretty safely until you needed to cross an alleyway.

“Hey, pretty thing,” one man said as he approached you. You ignored him and kept on walking. “Don’t ignore me!” he yelled as he grabbed your upper arm and forced you to look at him.

“Get off of me!” you yelled back, trying to pry yourself away from him. His grip became tighter and you began to hit him with the purse you were carrying, but another man came from behind and grabbed your arm, pinning it behind you. 

“I love the ones who can get rough,” he whispered into your ear. You yelled and called for help, stomping on the man’s foot. He released you from his grasp, but you didn’t get very far. The man who had first grabbed you then held onto you. 

“Let go!” you yelled, fighting tooth and nail to escape. 

“Get off of her,” you heard a voice say with no tolerance. You glanced at the direction of the voice and saw the same man who you spilled coffee on a week earlier. 

“B-Bucky, we were just having a little fun, weren’t we?” one of the guys asked timidly, looking at you. 

“Let go of her now,” he demanded, “or else you’ll never know what hit you.” Another man beside Bucky, the blond, cracked his knuckles and the men who held you fled away. You panted and leaned against the wall to catch your breath. 

“Are you okay, doll?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay, I think. Really shaken up.” Bucky’s eyes fell and reached his arms out to hold you in an embrace. You didn’t object and let your body fall limp against his. “You never think it’ll happen to you until it does,” you whispered, trying to control the emotions threatening to escape. The man stroked your back until your breathing had returned to normal. You both pulled away when someone coughed. 

“Are you going to introduce me, Buck?” he asked. Bucky leaned away. 

“Oh, uh, Steve this is - wait, I don’t even know your name,” Bucky said, dumbfounded. 

“Y/N,” you said, reaching your hand out to shake Steve’s hand. Steve was a bit taken back. He knew everyone in this city was too afraid to be upfront with him, but he shook your hand anyway, figuring you might be new. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m James,” he said, “but I go by Bucky.” Steve raised his eyebrow. The only people who could call him Bucky was him and his family. 

“Do you have a preference?” you asked. 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he breathed. 

“Bucky is it. Would you me so kind as to walk me home?” you asked, feeling a little discouraged after the incident you had just encountered. 

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.” 

The three of you walked towards your apartment and began to chat. Steve hadn’t dared to bring up their reputation and Bucky feared that Steve might slip up. 

“Are you new to Brooklyn?” Bucky asked. 

“I moved here about a week and a half ago from California.”

“Any particular reason why?”

“I needed a change. I was told I’d always be stuck in that small town, but I proved everyone wrong and moved out.” 

Bucky grinned. “You sure did, doll.”

“What I do with my life now is kind of a blur, but I have time to figure that out.” 

“I hope I can be part of that journey, said Bucky. 

You turned and grinned. “Oh, I think you will be.”

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The Witching Hour [1]

Summary: You and your husband Bucky move into your dream home, a few weeks after your marriage. You had no idea what you’d be in for.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: Scary and/or unsettling/disturbing content; aspects of a haunting; will contain angst and fluff

Word Count: 880

A/N: I really hope everybody likes this and sticks with me here. It starts a little slowly, but it will pick up, I promise! This is very close to my heart, as odd as it sounds as horror is my favourite genre. If you’re on my Forever Tag list however, and you really don’t want to be tagged in a story like this, please let me know and I will make a note beside your name xo

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  • *everyone is standing around a broken coffee machine*
  • Mary: So... who broke it? I'm not mad. I just wanna know.
  • *pause*
  • Damien: I did. I broke it.
  • Mary: No. No, you didn't. Robert?
  • Robert: Don't look at me! Look at Joseph.
  • Joseph: What?! I didn't break it!
  • Robert: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Joseph: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Robert: Suspicious.
  • Joseph: No, it's not!
  • Brian: If it matters, probably not... Craig was the last one to use it.
  • Craig: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Brian: Oh, really? Then what were you doing over by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Craig: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Brian!
  • Damien: Alright, let's not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Mary.
  • Mary: No! Who broke it?
  • Joseph: ...Mary, Hugo's been awfully quiet--
  • Hugo: REALLY?!
  • Joseph: Yeah, really!
  • Mary, to the camera while everyone argues in the background: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.