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Post 8x06. The nights should be peaceful now, but they rarely are. Bran/Sansa (Dark)

She exhales. “You look well. Kingship suits you.”

“Does it,” he says flatly, not like a question. His eyes glide over her again, as if she were a luminous Tully fish.  “You carry it better.”

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Me everytime someone reads Pray for Plagues for the first time and gets to the end:

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Clouds seen from above. Horses small as antsthundering through the grass. A silver moon, almost close enough to touch. Rivers running bright and blue below, glimmering in the sun. Will I ever see such sights again? On Drogon's back she felt whole. Up in the sky the woes of this world could not touch her.  

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Wow, GOT really has jumped the shark. They’re acknowledging that she killed evil men who would have done far worse to her, but somehow we weren’t supposed to cheer for her for that?!

This sounds like the same bullshit centrism that states nazis shouldn’t be punched, and both sides have very fine people. What the actual fuck?

You know what? We cheered for her because she was good, and right. You can’t take that away by attempting to twist the narrative into something nefarious.

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I Wasn’t Ready

(Endgame Spoiler)

summary: parents teach you a lot of things, prepare you for a lot of thing to face in life… but what they don’t prepare you for is to be ready when it’s there time

word count: 3.9k

pairings: Tony Stark x Black!Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Black!Girlfriend!Reader

warnings: major character death, mentions of breakdowns, loss of a parent.

a/n: i’m still hurt. THIS IS KIND OF LIKE A LOOSE SEQUEL TO MY FIC “READY”

a/n pt.2: if you’re on the tag list please comment and reblog or you will be removed :)

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“You’re going to stick around forever right, dada?”

Tony loved holding your tiny little body in his arms. You were so sweet and affectionate, you were a blessing, you gave him meaning, purpose.

“Forever and ever,”

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i'm sure you *loved* this episode lol amirite

oh you know it lol

i’ve seen two very dumb takes so far:

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“Daenerys is the only person thinking clearly, and that goes for us as well. If the audience’s sympathies are with Jon, Sansa, Arya, and Tyrion, we will tend to empathize and make ourselves understand why they did what they do. And their betrayals of Daenerys do reflect who they are as people: Jon spent a lifetime suffering from what his father’s silence about his parentage did to him, and so he decides not to be silent about his parentage; Sansa has suffered greatly from the machinations of King’s Landing, and she does not wish to be vulnerable to it again; Arya likes to collect enemies, not allies; and Tyrion’s cynical cleverness — and wrath — has been inverted into a sentimental credulity and a disastrous need to have it both ways. These decisions make a kind of sense; they make the mistakes that fit their characters.

If our sympathies help us understand their motivations, however, that sympathy (and our pride at connecting the dots) can make it easy to overlook how dumb and inflexible they are all being. We see them make the same mistakes over and over again and refuse to learn from them; because we like them — and because we like piecing together their character arcs — we accept Jon being Jon, or Sansa being Sansa. But while Jon’s actions are in character for him — this isn’t the first time he’s tried to say no to being King, or ordered his people to accept an alliance they don’t want — why on earth would he think he could be successful this time? Has he learned nothing from his experiences? Sansa refuses to trust anyone else — as she has many times — but her situation has changed quite a bit. And wasn’t the last lesson she learned from Littlefinger that sometimes you do have to trust your family, not betray them? (Now that she’s installed in Winterfell, you’d think that the safe choice for her family would be not to break your word to your brother, immediately, just so you can piss off the dragon queen). Arya goes on a commando murder quest because that’s what she does, but she already had a moment — with Hot Pie, in episode 7.2 — where she decided to give up her murder quest and go home to Winterfell; why is she back on her old bullshit? And Tyrion, my God, Tyrion is supposed to be incredibly clever and literally everything he does fails; is he not clever enough to re-examine his decision-making process?”

Game of Thrones, “The Bells” by Aaron Bady

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This is such an interesting dissection of a very common trope in writing female characters that I never really thought about before, but it’s so prevalent and so obvious and so fucking disgusting.

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This is goodbye

Taking a break from Tumblr for awhile. Might be back....might not. Peace ✌🏾

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I think I may need to start watching American Gods too....purely for research purposes 😊

Girl I didn't know you liked Ricky Whittle's sexy ass too!! 😍

BAYBEH

I am literally tempted to watch American Gods and it’s weirdness for that man. Looking like a whole entire snack and then some 🤤😍

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Love Actually, Pt. 2 of Adoration

Star Trek Discovery modern AU

It’s been three months since their first date and Michael and Gabriel couldn’t be happier together. They seem to fit together perfectly. But secrets from their past emerge to test the strength and commitment of their new relationship. Can their burgeoning relationship last?

Chapter 16:Signals

rating: Mature

characters/pairings: Michael Burnham/Gabriel Lorca

chapter summary: Date night takes an unexpected turn as Gabriel realizes an important anniversary is just around the corner 

warnings: none this chapter

“Are you really gonna do this?” Michael leant against the bathroom door jamb eyeing him with a look of trepidation as he smoothed shaving cream over his beard, her golden-yellow halter dress bright against her dark skin.

“Summer tradition sweetheart.”

Normally he preferred to go to a barber shop to get his shave if he could but the owner of the barbershop he normally went to had had a death in the family and they were closed indefinitely so it was either wait, find another barber or keep a full beard for the summer. A shave wasn’t hard though he’d need to get his hairline trimmed by a professional a little later.

“You might have chin cleft. You might have dimples.” Michael widened her eyes for emphasis.  "I’ve never seen the lower half of your face.“

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “You’ve seen pictures.”

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@ncnova After seeing a lot of the ask posts from yourself and others that I follow, I actually find it hilarious that people get this brazen and rude under anon! Like if you're that pressed to actually go in someone's asks to be an asshole/bully "express" your emotions, at least do it off anon so that we can see who you are.... And swiftly block you straight afterwards 😊

I’m always surprised to get anons that are 95% very polite, even if they’re disagreeing with me. Like, I think some people know I don’t give a shit about anon hate because you’re a pussy if you have to hide behind a mask to be a nasty bitch to me and I’ll just delete you anyway. Like, if you got something nasty to say to me, don’t fucking hide behind anon. Show who you are so I can drag you through the mud OR just writhe in agony when you don’t see your stupid cowardice on my dash. Don’t know what else to tell people but don’t act like a ass. It’s simple as that.

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Wait.... Did someone say Toni Topaz x Shuri.... Because yes!!

ngl, been reading some amazing toni/shuri fics, i am halfway a convert lol

who am i kidding, i am full-ass convert lol

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SIS!! 😭😭😭😭 THIS MESSED ME UP BIG TIME ❤️😩

Letters to Jude: an idea

I’m rereading Undertow and realized that a lot of my focus is on Tony and Shuri and a lot of Tony’s affection has gone to Thandi and not Jude and I feel kinda bad about it.

However… I also feel like it’s a bit realistic. Jude also doesn’t grow up to be the sort of kid who craves affection from anyone (except his sisters) because he’s just that sort of person. And he knows his parents all love him, so he’s fine. There is, however, some underlying resentment he has about the affair later on and how his dad left his mom for another family that I’d like to hash out, because I think Tony, once he realizes this bothers his son, would want to let Jude talk about his feelings on the matter.

But how do you talk to a kid who’s quiet and rarely expresses his deep thoughts?

Letters. Old fashioned handwritten letters.

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😮😍 Please tell me there's more to this.... Pretty please??

Okay so Zal about that HEA werewolf and Bonnie thing? Like what's up with that? Do you think you could see yourself writing a drabble or something for them?

All right, you’ve waited patiently so I wrote this up ;) Remember in the HEA headcanon I said that Aldis Hodge would play her werewolf boyfriend ;)

The First Meeting

Caroline was pounding on the door. “Bonnie! Bonnie,please open up. It’s Tyler. He’s in trouble!” More pounding. “Bonnie, please!”

               The knocking was a thundering in Bonnie’s head. She’d only had a couple hourssleep after spending the night poring over grimoires, trying to find a way todefeat Klaus.

               She opened the door, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on?”

               Caroline sighed in relief. “There’s a pack of werewolves in Mystic Falls,” shesaid.

               Bonnie hadn’t fully woken up yet, she failed to see what Caroline expected herto do. “OK.”

               “I need you to talk to them.”

               Bonnie pulled her robe tighter together. “Caroline, I don’t speak wolf.”

               She tilted her head to the side. “But you do speak magic.”

               “I don’t get it, why do you want me to talk to them? Tyler—”

               “This is what I’m trying to tell you, they have Tyler.” It was then thatBonnie noticed the frenzied panic in Caroline’s expression. “They want to killKlaus.”

               She was awake now. “They what?”

               “That’s why they’re here. Bonnie, if they go through with this and manage tokill Klaus, all of us could be dead.” She paused. “Your mother could die.”

               “OK.” Bonnie’s mind started to race with different possibilities and outcomes.“Did you tell anyone about this? Elena? Stefan?”

               “I was going to—”

               “Don’t,” said Bonnie. “Not yet.”

               “Bonnie, do you get that we could die? Unless… did you find a way to break thesire line yet or find a way to take down Klaus without killing him?”

               “I’m working on —”

               “So then what am I supposed to do?”

               “We’re going to talk to them,” said Bonnie. “And if we tell Elena or Stefanabout this, Damon might find out and I don’t want another war with thewerewolves, Caroline.”

               Caroline sighed. “I just want to get Tyler back.”

               “OK,” said Bonnie. “Do you know where they have him?”

               She nodded.

               “Give me a second to get ready and then we’ll go.”

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They’d been walking in the woods for fifteenminutes, going deeper than they normally ventured.  

“They’re really far in,” said Bonnie.

“We’d get there sooner if you picked up the pace,”Caroline muttered.

“Not all of us have super human speed, Caroline,”said Bonnie.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said “I’m just worriedabout Tyler.”

It was another couple of minutes before they madeit to a clearing and Bonnie figured that they were near, if not in, thewerewolf camp. Even though there was no one in sight, she could feel eyes onher, sense the presence of the supernatural; it called to the magic within her. 

Caroline stopped and tensed.

“They’re here,” she said.

“I know,” said Bonnie.

In an instant, a group of twelve men and womenemerged from behind trees and bushes, one of them held onto a bound and gaggedTyler. He looked angry but otherwise unharmed.

“Tyler!” Caroline was about to speed forward whenhe shook his head to stop her. She glared at them.

“You gagged him?” she yelled.

“Only because he wouldn’t shut up,” said a brunettewoman.

A man looked at Bonnie and scoffed. “The vampirebrought a human to make her case?”

Before Bonnie could answer, a voice sounded fromthe trees. “She’s not just a human. She’s a witch.”

               A man, not much older than them, stepped out from behind the trees,dark-skinned and broad-shouldered. Immediately, Bonnie could tell that he wasthe pack leader: he exuded an air of authority and power but without thesmugness of superiority — he had an earthiness to him that was both intenseand approachable and the other wolves looked to him with deference.

               “A Bennett,” he continued.

               Bonnie raised an eyebrow, regarding him. He held her gaze as he walked into theclearing, staying on the opposite side of her and Caroline. His stare made herfeel strange but not unpleasant — connected, somehow. Drawn in. He washandsome, rugged, but that wasn’t the source of the flutter in her chest, thesudden heaviness of her breathing that he seemed to be experiencing as well.Whatever it was, it felt almost ethereal.

“How do you know that?” she asked.

He grinned. “Because it’s obvious.”

“Obvious,” she repeated. “What, like you have aradar or something?”

His grin widened to a smile. “Or something.”

When Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows, he laughed.“It’s the woods,” he said, gesturing to the trees around him. “It hums withyour magic.”

“Jel,” said one of the pack. “What are you doingtelling her this?”

He didn’t answer and Bonnie raised her headsceptically. “What makes you so special that you can sense that?”

“Werewolves aren’t like vampires,” he said. “We’reconnected to the earth, not like witches obviously, but most of us,” heglanced at Tyler, “aren’t tourists in the wilderness, we spend most of our timein it. Doesn’t it make sense to learn it, become one with it?”

“Then how come he couldn’t tell I was a witch.” Shelooked at the man who spoke first.

Jel shrugged. “Some of us are more ignorant thanothers.”

Bonnie pressed her lips together, trying not tolaugh at his joke when Caroline spoke, her tone impatient and forceful. She’dforgotten she was there.

“Well if you can sense her magic, you can sense howpowerful she is,” she said. “Is that really something you want to mess with?”

“Are you threatening us?” said a woman.

“It may not be the full moon but we outnumber youten to one,” said another.

“You have no idea what my friend can do,” saidCaroline. “None of you stand a chance.”

Bonnie raised her hands. “We don’t want abloodbath.”

Jel crossed his arms. “Then what do you want,Bennett?”

“Well for one, let our friend go,” said Bonnie.

He leaned against a boulder. “Can’t do that,” hesaid in a tone that sounded genuinely apologetic. “He might do somethingstupid.”

“Trying to stop you from killing him isn’t doingsomething stupid,” snapped Caroline.

“Trying to stop us from killing Klaus is,” hecountered.

“Look, we are not in the business of defendingKlaus Mikaelson but did you know that killing one Original vampire can kill hisentire line?” said Caroline. “That includes Tyler, that could include me.”

Bonnie stared at Jel, her eyes blazing. “That couldinclude my mother.”

Jel’s expression softened slightly. “That’sunfortunate,” he said.

There was a beat when Caroline threw her hands upin the air. “Really? Is that all you have to say?”

“Unfortunately personal losses are a given duringwar,” said Jel.

“And what would you know? It’s not you who’s dying,it’s not your friends,” said Caroline.

Jel’s eyes flashed with anger and as he took a stepforward, the pack encroached upon them, the woman holding Tyler, tightening hergrip. Caroline adopted a readied stance.

“Don’t you dare tell me about what losses I have orhaven’t encountered, vampire,” said Jel. “All of them at the hands of yourkind. I’m not here for a vacation.”

Pain shaded his tone and it was a pain thatBonnie could feel in her gut.

“We’re sorry,” she said.

Caroline looked at her. “We are?”

“This isn’t why we came here, Caroline.”

“No,” she said. “We came for Tyler and to stop themfrom killing us!”

Jel relaxed and then looked at Bonnie. “Take a walkwith me.”

The other wolves looked at him incredulously.

“A walk,”said Bonnie.

“Yes, away from here. I promise Tyler will remainunharmed, the blonde vampire will stay to make sure of that.”

Caroline grabbed Bonnie by the arm turned heraround so their backs were facing the pack.

“Bonnie, don’t,” she muttered through clenchedteeth.

Bonnie looked behind her to Jel who hadn’t takenhis eyes off her. She felt an odd kind of familiarity and an earnestness, apassion.  She shook her head slightly andlooked back at Caroline.

“He won’t hurt me,” she said.

“Are you serious? He’s the enemy.”

“Honestly, Caroline, I don’t think he is.”

Caroline looked at her like she was crazy. “Why areyou so quick to trust him?”

“I don’t know, I have a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

Bonnie stared at her. “You trusted Tyler wouldn’thurt you when he first turned.”

“That’s different, we’ve known Tyler since we werekids.”

“And he was an ass for most of that time,” shesaid.

Caroline raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“I love Tyler, Caroline,” said Bonnie. “But he wasn’tthe most reliable guy when we were growing up, becoming a werewolf changed himand I’m just saying that there was something in Tyler that made you trust himeven though he could literally kill you with one bite.”

“Bonnie, you’re my best friend and we need you. Ican’t just let you go off with a werewolf pack leader, if anything happened toyou—”

“It won’t,” she said. “I can’t tell you how I knowthat but I just do. I’ll be safe with him. I promise.” Before Caroline couldprotest anymore, Bonnie turned back around and looked at Jel.

“Let’s go,” she said.

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 They walked even deeper in the woods, thefirst few minutes in a silence that was both comfortable and tense, charged. A part of Bonnie wanted thewalk to last forever.

“What’s your name?” said Jel finally.

She looked at him. “Really? That’s where you wantto start.”

“It feels weird to call you ‘Bennett’ all thetime,” said Jel. “And it’s a little unfair that you have my name and I don’thave yours.”  

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear Caroline say myname back there.”

He grinned. “Touche,” he said. “Bonnie Bennett.”

She smiled and shook her head. “I knew it.”

He turned to her, his eyes passing over her face. “Youlive up to Lucy’s description of you.”

Those words struck her in the chest. She stoppedwalking. Jel stopped a few paces ahead of her and turned around, his expressionserious.  

“She saidyou’re one of the good ones,” he continued. “I sense that about you.”

Bonnie didn’t say anything.

“Do you sense that about me?” he asked.

She gaped at him for a minute, wrong-footed by thequestion. Her eyes fluttered slightly as she tried to think of something tosay, she wanted to be more wary, more suspicious but she ended up nodding. Heclosed his eyes briefly in what looked like relief.

“But that doesn’t mean that I condone you trying tokill my friends,” she said.

“I’m not trying to kill your friends, or yourfamily, I’m trying to kill a tyrannical psychopath.”

“Unfortunately in this situation, doing one is alsodoing the other.”

“Did you know that werewolves are basicallyextinct?” said Jel, walking up to her. “Vampires have been trying to eradicateus for centuries. We’ve gone into hiding, kept to ourselves and now KlausMikaelson is hunting us down and trying to turn us into hybrids for his ownprivate army. It won’t be long before none of us are left. I need to dosomething.”

“And your answer is killing thousands of vampires?Because that’s what’s going to happen if you take Klaus out.”

“I have no love-loss for the creatures who’ve beenhunting my people for much longer than either of us have been alive,” he said.“But I don’t relish the thought of murdering thousands of them. I relish thethought of keeping my pack, and whatever packs are left, safe.”

“And you don’t think that killing Klaus, killingall those vampires will just keep this war going?”

Jel shook his head. “It’s not those vampires thatyou’re worried about, it’s your friends. Everything you do is for them, is toprotect them. That blonde vampire—”

“Caroline,” said Bonnie.

“Caroline,” Jel corrected. “She spoke about youmore like a secret weapon than a friend.”

Bonnie’s jaw tightened. “How arrogant of you tomake judgements based on one encounter.”  

“And how arrogant of you to come here thinking thatyour friends’ lives are more important than an entire race of werewolves.”

 Bonnie licked her lips and then bit her lowerone. Everything about this argument was strange. She wasn’t angry or offended,she was inspired by his passion and felt deeply for his cause. She couldrecognize the same admiration for her in his eyes.

“I’ve been trying to find a way to incapacitateKlaus without killing him,” she said. “And I will find one.”

Jel quirked his eyebrow. “Really? Just you? It allfalls on your shoulders?”

“It wouldn’t if you helpedme.”

Bonnie didn’t know what made her say it but she felt a sudden aching to not only have him on their side but to have him by her side. She walked closer to him, her eyes searching his. Shecould hear his quiet inhale as she put both hands on his shoulders.

“Help mestop him,” she said. “Without the consequences of killing him. I will not hide anything from you, we’ll be doingthis together.”

He stared at her for a long time and she felt theway she did in the clearing, like there was nothing around but them.

“I’ll have to talk to my pack,” he said quietly. “ButI think we have a deal.”

Bonnie kept his gaze. “I can trust you.”

He nodded. “As a show of good faith, I will letTyler go.”

She closed her eyes. “Thank you.”

Jel regarded her before brushing Bonnie’s hair outof her face, it was a gesture she didn’t expect but what she expected even lesswas the ___ that electrified her when her fingertip brushed her skin.

“I look forward to working with you, BonnieBennett.”

And he started heading back to the clearing.

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OMG CAROL!! @pantastic-peach 🔥🔥🔥

@lilithenaltum this needs to feature in Undertow or one of the other IronPrincess WIPs

Ironprincess concept:

Gauntlet fingering

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Ironprincess concept:

Gauntlet fingering