#// i would also bark at dani so

[sagesylvester]

SAGE: [When Dani picks up, Sage starts barking.] @daniflorespsu

[dumbkiri]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡

𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗫 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

This story follows after the Dreamer of You series...hundreds of years later lol Basically the reader is the descendant of [Name]/Helaena. He's not the Prince that Was Promised though that will still be Jon/Dany (lowkey have no idea who it is, cut me some slack)

Also would you guys want to read in 2nd person (you) or 3rd person (Him) or 1st person (I)

The flames spoke to you. 

You never told anyone about the phenomenal voice or visions you received while looking into a source of light. A flame from a candle, a fire in the hearth or a blaze on a torch, they came to you easily like a dream. 

Go north. North. Go north. 

You heard a commanding voice urging you the same thing every moon for the past six that have come. This voice started speaking to you ever since you made your move into King’s Landing to check on your siblings. 

For the most part, you thought the stench of this wretched place poisoned your mind. Another part of you blamed your mother as your father told you she spoke nonsense on most days. She talked about the Wall and the cold winds that would break it. She spoke of flames dancing in the night sky and wandering people. 

Maybe she heard voices from the flames too. You could never know though because she died after she gave birth to you. 

You lifted your golden cup to your lips and drank the last sip of the warm wine. The bitter tang splashed onto your tongue and you set the cup back onto the table. Your mismatched eyes gazed into the fire across from you and the voice kept telling you to go north. 

But it never answered your questions about why or what was there.

Knock..knock.knockknockknock

“For the love of…” You trailed off and snapped at the person still banging their fist on your door, “Just walk in already!” 

The knocking stopped and the door opened up to reveal your brother surrounded by a group of whores. He danced his way into your room with the women following after him, their giggles clear as day. The women wore fine and revealing clothing, their curvy bodies being eaten up by hungry eyes belonging to a dwarf. 

You rolled your own eyes, definitely not in the mood to accompany whores or your drunken brother. 

“Tyrion, your chambers are next door,” You stood up with a stumble, the wine hitting you a little differently tonight. You held yourself up by gripping the back of your chair to steady yourself with some confidence. Then your eyes slowly moved up and down the beautiful bodies of the women that giggled some more from your attention. 

Tyrion looked over at you with an impish smile and gestures to the almost empty wine bottle on the table. His teasing voice getting the best of you, “I see that you’re enjoying some of my wine.” 

“What?” The world felt like it was spinning and you shook your head, “No, I got this from a servant. I’m sure they got it from the King’s reserve or something.” It was true, while walking around the castle you came across a servant holding this bottle and wanted to indulge in it while you stared aimlessly into the fire. 

Needless to say, you snatched it from his hands and ignored his stuttering protests. 

But the way Tyrion barked out a laugh and walked further into your chambers with the ladies trailing behind him left you with suspicion. He picked up the wine bottle and smiled at it like it had been his prized possession.  

“Nope, this is my personal bottle and that servant was supposed to deliver this to my chambers. When I asked them where that bottle went, he told me that you snatched it up without saying anything. By the way, how do you feel, little brother?” 

You thought hard about his question and kept your gaze on him, trying your best to ignore the whores who waited patiently for you to look at them again. The funny look on his face pushed you to lie through your teeth. 

“I feel pretty good, a little light-headed, but-” 

“This wine is special because there’s some aphrodisiac sprinkled in it and you drank nearly all of it while it should be shared amongst the ladies and the man.” Tyrion set the bottle back down and kept that stupid grin on his face. 

“You jest, brother,” You shook your head and a shiver ran down your spine that followed the light caress of a hand that belonged to one of the women. She giggled into your ear and said teasingly, “Your mane is all ruffled up, my lord.”

You backed away from her dangerous touch with haste and shook your head, “I’m not interested in your…services. I want all of you out of my chambers…now.” You pointed a glare at the women and they looked back at Tyrion for his word. After all, they were being paid by him, not you. 

“Oh, calm down, [Name],” Tyrion laughed and admired how well you kept your back straightened and guard up. Usually by now, he would be all over the women going round after round if he drank that much of the wine. But you had your claws out, ready to strike if another whore touched you, “it’s their job to entertain men like us. Pay little attention to my brother, he is very new to all of this.” 

He reassured the trio of whores and they nodded their heads, going back to their sinful nature. 

“Tyrion, I said I’m not interested. I will keep myself pure for my future lady. That is what-” 

The Red God commanded. Your words died out in your throat and you tiredly sighed, “Just go away. I’m not in the mood for games or sex with them.” 

Tyrion cleared his throat and gestured to your pants, “That’s not what your cock thinks. You seem very excited brother, just indulge a little. Father won’t mind if you’re looking for fun, you are so full of energy! Don’t waste it by staring into the fire all night! Come on, these lovely women are looking for fun too!” 

“I said no,” You repeated, looking away from him and the women. You could feel them inch closer to you, trying to force you to make the first move. 

“This one could bend backwards for you,” Tyrion slurred, “and these two…their mouths work wonders if you ask me. And they’re sisters! I always have a great time with them!” 

This is when you snapped. The tightening in your pants didn’t go away, the aphrodisiac too strong yet your will was stronger. “I said no!” With your shout, the fire in the hearth exploded into bright flames, the logs breaking into half and the crackle of flames burned with intense heat.

The intruders in your room looked from the fire to you with wide eyes. Like the outburst from you flared up the fire. 

“Now leave before I force you,” You commanded with a low growl, you moved past them and opened the door to your chambers. Then you kept your gaze on the wall watching the whores scurry out first with whispers about you and the fire. 

Tyrion cleared his throat and walked by saying, “You owe me a new bottle, brother. Hope you have fun pleasing yourself alone, you got a lot to work with.” 

You shut the door behind him with a flustered look and kicked yourself mentally for your body reacting to the women. Thankfully the fire incident spooked the group of them to follow your demand. If they stayed any longer, you probably would have resorted to violence. 

Then you turned your attention to the fire, the voice speaking to you again: 

North. Go North. Go. 

You rubbed your tired eyes and agreed silently to the command. If the Red God wants you to go north, you will go. Fortunately, your queen sister and the royal family are making their way up there. You could hitch a ride next to Jaime and figure out the rest from there since you got nothing else from the voice in  the fire.

[hopefulromances]

Hi!! I love your writing so much!!

When I saw number 5 on your Drabbles list all I could think of was the team trying to figure out what’s going on with reader and Jamie and coming to the most wild conclusions like they did with Zava and Trent LMAO

AHH! This means so so much to me! Thank you!

I love this prompt so I hope you enjoy!

5. “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

Colin and Isaac peaked around the corner to stare down the hall as (Y/N) walked up the stairs. Surely she was going back and forth between offices, delievering messages and what not for Rebecca.

Since she'd come on the team as Rebecca's personal assistant, everything at Richmond had run smoother. (Y/N) was some kind of assistant extrodinare, memorizing Rebecca's needs in an instant and helping her to focus on the really important things.

She'd also fit right in with the Greyhounds. While her extreme A-Typer personality was intimidating at first but soon they warmed up to her and she softened for them.

But what was really getting the boys in a tizzle recently was her somewhat odd behavior around one certain Greyhound. Jamie Tartt always seemed to be missing right around the time that (Y/N) took her breaks, and during lunch, the both of them would disappear all together.

But the team was not one to back away from a mystery and made it their job to figure out exactly what was going on between the two of them. Right now, Colin and Isaac were on (Y/N) duty.

"What chu lookin' at?"

Jamie's voice from behind them caused Colin to jump, hitting his head on Isaac's chin. The two men cursed and grabbed their respective body parts.

"Fuck! Why'd you sneak up on us like that, bruv?" Isaac groaned, rubbing his chin.

"I didn't do nuthin'!" Jamie defended, walking over to sit in front of his locker. "It was you twos who were being weird."

Colin frowned as he rubbed his forehead, a red mark appearing right in the middle. "We weren't doing anything, were we Isaac?"

"Nope, nothin.'"

Jamie shrugged and whipped out his phone. Isaac looked down at Colin and nudged his head in Jamie's direction.

"So, Jamie!" Colin opened, standing up.

"Colin, I've told ya a million times, you don't need to keep askin me to use my lynx, just take it," Jamie dismissed, messing around with a filter on instagram.

"No, that's not- wait really?"

"Obviously."

Colin nodded, happy with this information. Isaac grunted, reminding Colin of the ask at hand. "Oh! I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch today. Roy told us about this new Kebab place down the road."

"If it's got anything to do with that old fart, I'm not interested," Jamie responded, standing up to grab his fanny pack.

"Oh, so you have plans then?" Isaac interjected, his gaze burning into an oblivious Jamie.

"Uh, yah? Eat lunch?" Jamie rolled his eyes. "Get away from you, twats for five minutes."

"Where are you goin then?" Colin boxed Jamie in. Isaac on one side of Jamie, Colin on the other. Jamie frowned at him, before nudging him out of the way.

"None of your fucking business, is it boyo?"

With that, Jamie was off down the hallway, walking past the same stairs the (Y/N) had climbed just a few minutes prior. Isaac and Colin looked at each other for a second before racing off down the hallway. They reached the boot room where seemingly the rest of the team was waiting.

When they entered the room, they were bombarded with questions flying at them.

"What did you learn?"

"Are they getting lunch together?"

"What lynx does Jamie have now?"

Isaac let out a bark to silence the crowd.

"Jamie didn't take the Kebab bait!" Isaac grunted, crossing his arms. "But he also wouldn't tell us where he was going."

"AH! So (Y/N)/Jamie lives," Dani exclaimed, looking around in exctiement.

He was met with shouts of disapproval and outrage.

"There is NO way that (Y/N) and Jamie are together," Bumbercatch argued. "(Y/N) is just too serious for him."

"Exactly, that's why it's clear they are starting a side hustle!" Jan Maas stated, raising his hand. "We should look to support them in their endeavors."

Again, there was cries of outrage as the boys all shouted their theories of what was going on with the two.

"Jamie is looking for a surrogate!"

"(Y/N) is his long lost sister!"

"She was actually hired to be Jamie's nanny to make sure he doesn't get into anymore trouble."

The theories went on, each more outrageous than the last. Unbeknownst to them, unoticed in the corner was Will. He'd been in there the whole time. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.

...

(Y/N)'s phone lit up in the cupholder between her and Jamie. Jamie was driving down the road, his sunglasses blocking his eyes. He had a hand on the wheel and the other was rubbing up and down her thigh gently.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed her phone, letting out a giggle as she read his message.

"'the boys are properly distracted, have a good lunch' smiley face'" She read out, leaning over to show Jamie the photo of the boys arguing.

Jamie chuckled, glancing down at the phone. "Idiots, they're all idiots."

(Y/N) planted a kiss on Jamie's cheek before leaning back in her seat. "Yeah, but so are you."

Jamie smiled, content at the though of being (Y/N)'s idiot.

Hope you enjoyed!

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

Just a little rebel lass with a bark just as strong as her bite 🐺✨

I made a Star Wars Rebels, Mandalorian oc/self insert, with the ability to shape-shift into a space-wolf/lycan species (cause why not?)!

I’m still learning more about Star Wars, I have been re-diving into a lot of it my main blog because of Sabine/Ezra (the beans) and it developed into wanting to create a self insert 🤍 one who is Mandalorian, because I genuinely love the lore, culture and language of the group (Sabine being a strong motivating factor 💜).

Danielle would definitely star in somewhere in Rebels canon, sometime around season 2, maybe as a contact/client for the Ghost crew to provide them with some intel or so, and likely join their little group after they learn more about her ;w; (I love found family, ah).

Can you also tell I’m re-obsessed with THG and ABOSBAS too? I’ve fallen for the soundtrack and songs and it just fits what I have going for with Dany here~ definitely a lass with strong vocal song, the rebels could use song and music to strengthen their spirits 😌

While it’s more for the found family and platonic relationships! I have also thought, why don’t I insert Atsushi or Jason into Star Wars too 👀😳 make it an Au within an Au 🙌🏼 perhaps (─‿‿─)♡ and make them a Jedi or a pilot? 😍 heck yes!

We shall see 😊 I definitely love the design I have going for my self insert here! 🙌🏼

[lunar-years]

The rest of the team is now totally used to the sight on the coach of Jamie sprawled over Roy's lap fast asleep while Roy just stares stoically dead ahead, but hes also got his arms wrapped around Jamie and anyone watching closely would see his hold tighten every time the bus breaks or turns to prevent Jamie from sliding off

YEAH!!

Random headcanon hour I think Roy is veryyyy “we must be Normal Coach and Player we must not mix Work with our Relationship” (on the surface at least lmao) so on the way to any game he insists on sitting up front with the coaches away from Jamie and Jamie sits with the lads and They Don’t Interact. This is also a weird pregame ritual where they do not talk directly or interact outside of like, Roy’s pre-match hype speech to the whole team. Because to talk one on one or whatever would be bad luck. BUT. On the way back. Well. That’s a different story.

If they win, obviously they’re both very happy and feel more loose. So then after, Jamie very deliberately hangs back to be one of the last on the coach so that he can obviously makes eyes at Roy and wait for Roy’s “permission” to sit with boys celebrating on the way home (this is just Roy head-nodding at him). Roy always does nod and let him, of course. Only problem is that Jamie is notoriously sleepy after games and so even if everyone is happy-partying-etc, Jamie passes out halfway through the trip on whosever shoulder he happens to be next to, lmao. Then when they get to the Richmond car park, Dani and Sam always have to debate: ‘do we wake him up?! 🥺’ until Roy stomps back there and is all ‘I’ll take it from here’ in his Roy Voice, and then eases him off Dani’s shoulder or whoever and onto his own 🥺 but then as soon as the last boys are off the coach and they’re alone he’s barking at Jamie to wake tf up so they can go tf home and flicking the side of his head to get him to awake ckdhdikwk. He’s very gentle helping him off the bus though and he always carries jamies bag for him because sleepy Jamie is bad about leaving shit behind ❤️

If they LOSE…I think Roy is a massively sore loser tbh, lol. So while I think he can hold himself together enough to be moderately motivational in the locker room, once they get to the bus everyone knows to give him a wide berth. He’ll come into training the next time with a wealth of new ideas for them to try and be all business about it and deadpan calm about their fuckups, but right after a lose, he is fuming simmering in anger and you are better off Not Talking to Him and for the love of god Do Not Approach. The only person he lets near him is Jamie. Jamie always sits with him when Roy is Like That, and usually they don’t talk at all, but when Jamie eventually falls asleep on Roy’s shoulder Roy has an arm gripped around him steadying him at every bump.

Reversely, if it’s a game where Jamie specifically plays poorly (whether they won or lost), Roy will be like “oi Tartt! You’re up here with me” and Jamie will of course Go and Roy will talk to him in Soft Tones and no one else on the team understands how or why but Jamie always ends up asleep on Roy’s shoulder by the end of the ride one way or another.

Anyway, yeah, the bus as a sacred space or whatever

[billys-pretty-babe]

But Daddy I Love Him

Chapter 3

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper/Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Warnings : Swearing, infidelity

Word count : 2294

Their friendship came out of nowhere but started the night she had spent the night and had awoken on his chest as they cuddled each other. Billy nodded as he listened to Daniella talk about Indianapolis. They were at Lover’s Lake, sitting on the hood of his car as he smoked a cigarette. Sitting near the lake caused Daniella to be chilly. Her dark brown hair moved across her face when there was a breeze, making her fuss with it as she tried to keep it out of her eyes.

            Billy reached into his car and handed her a pullover and she thanked him as she put it on and fixed her long hair. “Did your tattoo hurt?” Billy shrugged, “Not really, I have a high pain tolerance though.” Daniella nodded and looked at the moonlight bouncing off of the lake. Billy took her in, taking advantage of her being distracted. The jeans she wore hugged her thighs and ass and the top she wore clung to her breasts. She wasn’t skinny by any means, but he liked that, she was different from the girls in Hawkins who were all skinny.

            Her hair was long and wavy, a deep brown curtain that covered her back. Her eyes were blue and attentive, following him with each movement he made. She was sweet, something he wasn’t used to. “Max told me you have a boyfriend.” Daniella nodded, “His name’s Alex, it’s complicated.” Billy raised a brow, moving further up the hood of his car. “What do you mean?”

            She sighed, “I feel like all he wants is sex.” Billy hummed as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs. “What’s wrong with that?” She looked at him, “I’m still a virgin, there’s been times where I could have lost it to him, but I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.” Billy nodded, “Do you love him?” She looked at the water, “Is it wrong if I say no?” Billy shook his head, “I don’t think so, I don’t know. I’ve never been in a relationship before, at least not a serious one.”

            Daniella nodded and looked at him, “How come?” He shrugged, “I’m not exactly the type to meet parents, Dani.” She shrugged, “You could be if the right girl comes along.” He huffed out a laugh, “You’re funny, I like you.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, Billy. What about Heather?” He shook his head, “Too prissy for me, plus she’s my coworker so that’s weird.” Daniella hummed, “What about Nancy Wheeler?” He barked out a laugh, “Hell no, never in a million years. She’s not my type, too controlling.” Daniella nodded, she didn’t know a lot about Nancy Wheeler, she had seen her on occasion when El would be with Mike but they never talked more than a greeting.

            “You know who keeps asking about you?” Billy hummed, looking down at Daniella, he had a good six inches on her. “Karen Wheeler.” His face screwed up, “Are you serious?” Daniella nodded, “What’s up with that? I thought she was married.” Billy nodded, “She is, it was a moment of weakness for me. Nothing came out of it.” Daniella’s eyes widened, “No way, oh my God. Please don’t tell me you tried having sex with her.” He scratched the back of his neck.

            She felt sick to her stomach, she also felt a pang of possessiveness which she had never felt in her life. “Like I said, moment of weakness.” Daniella nodded, “That’s still gross.” He shrugged, “Dry spell and she was easy.” Daniella nodded again and Billy looked at her, “Have you ever dated anyone besides your boyfriend?” She shook her head, “First boyfriend.” He nodded, “Do you have a type?” She shook her head, “I don’t think so, I don’t know.” Billy nodded again.

            “Do you have a type?” Billy shrugged, “Like I said, I don’t date. I just have sex, haven’t had any in a couple of months. As long as she’s not controlling and if I can grip something then I can work with it.” Daniella nodded and laid back to look at the moon and the stars and Billy watched her eyes trace over everything. Red and blue lights appeared behind them and Billy groaned as he flicked his cigarette away from him.

            “Hargrove, seriously? You’re not allowed to be parked over here after six.” A familiar voice came from behind them and Daniella went pale. She wasn’t supposed to be around Billy, her dad had warned her about him and his tendencies, but she was drawn to him. Jim walked over, flashlight on as he pointed it at the hood of the car and his expression fell. “Daniella Rose, get in my car. Now.” She nodded and slid off of the hood of the Camaro. She went to take off the pullover and Billy shook his head, “Keep it for now.” She nodded and gently squeezed his arm as she passed him.

            She shut the door to the front seat and watched her dad talk to Billy. “Stay away from my daughter, I’ve already told you to.” Billy shrugged, “She’s my friend.” Jim scoffed, “You’re trying to get into her pants.” Billy looked at the older man, “I wouldn’t stoop that low, she has a boyfriend anyway.”  Jim scoffed again, “Since when has that stopped you? I’m serious, stay away from my daughter, Hargrove.” Jim walked back to his car, not giving Billy a chance to respond and he slammed the car door shut and he drove back to the cabin in silence. He parked in the driveway and looked at Daniella.

            “I’m disappointed in you. I told you he was trouble and you go out of your way to be around him. What if he would have tried to have sex with you?” Daniella looked at her dad, “Dad, I’m an adult, he and I are both adults. Do you really think I’d stoop that low and cheat on my boyfriend?” Jim sighed, “I don’t know, would you? I barely see you anymore because you’re with him.” Daniella huffed, “Am I not allowed to have friends?” Jim sighed, pushing back his hair, “You can, just not him. He’s trouble.” “He’s misunderstood,” she exclaimed. Jim looked at her, “Watch your tone, I’m your father, not your friend.” Daniella got out of the car and went into the cabin.

            El and Max were on the floor of the living room as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Jim walked into the house shortly after as he looked at El, “Did she go to her room?” El nodded and Max glanced at her as soon as Jim walked down the hallway. “I think Billy got her in trouble.” El raised an eyebrow, “Billy? Why?” Max sighed, putting down the magazine that Daniella had bought, “They’ve been hanging out a lot, like a lot a lot and I think your dad might have found them.” El hummed, “Dating?” Max shook her head, “She’s still with her boyfriend, that’s what Billy said at least. They’ve been having some problems because of him so who knows.” El nodded.

            “We could be sisters.” Max giggled, “You want Dani and Billy to get married?” El shrugged, “Sure.” Max laughed again, shaking her head.

            Jim sighed and knocked on Daniella’s door before he walked in. She was in her bed, still in Billy’s pullover. He shut the door behind him and sat at the foot of her bed. “I shouldn’t have gotten onto you like that, I’m just worried.” Daniella sighed, “He’s not a bad guy, dad. I promise.” Jim sighed, “I just don’t want him hurting you, Dani.” Daniella nodded, “He won’t, I won’t let him.” Jim nodded and kissed her head, pushing her hair back.

            “Okay, but if he does, let me know and I’ll kick his ass.” Daniella shook her head as Jim laughed and he left her bedroom. She waited for his footsteps to disappear as she grabbed her phone and dialed the number that was attached to the phone in Billy’s room. It rang a few times before he picked it up.

            “Hargrove residence, Billy’s room.” She laughed, “Shut up.” Billy laughed, “Get in any trouble?” She hummed, “No, not really.” Billy nodded as he laid in his bed, “Good. Do you know if Max is staying the night?” Daniella shrugged, “As far as I know she’s not, why?” Billy hummed in the receiver, “Maybe she can and I can sneak in and we can have our own sleepover.” She laughed, “My dad owns a shotgun.” Billy laughed loudly, “I’m great at running, I played basketball in high school and I used to play baseball and football.” She looked at the clock, “He goes to sleep in an hour, you’ll have to park at the wood line.” Billy nodded although she couldn’t see it, “Great, see you in an hour then.” He hung up before she could say anything else.

            Lately, she had thought about ending things with Alex. He wasn’t what she needed; he was too safe of an option. She wanted to feel butterflies in her stomach anytime he touched her skin but she never did, his hands were too soft to make her feel anything. It wasn’t long before her window slid open as Billy carefully pulled himself inside before he shut the window.

            “You’re sleeping on the floor.” He groaned, she laughed softly, and he walked to her bed and fell onto it. “Talked to boyfriend?” She shook her head, “I’ve been thinking about breaking things off with him.” Billy’s jaw dropped, “Really?” She nodded and they continued to talk before there was a soft knock on her door and Billy looked at her. “It’s one of the girls, hold on.” She cleared her throat, “Who is it?” “El and Max.” She nodded, “Come in.” The door creaked open as the girls walked inside and El shut the door and Max looked at the bed and she groaned, “Why’re you here?” Billy flipped her off, “I’m allowed to be anywhere I want, now you on the other hand, are not.” The girls sat on the floor.

            “Why’s he here?” Daniella laughed at El. “Because he’s my friend, just like Max is your friend and friends have sleepovers.” El hummed, “But your boyfriend, does he know?” Daniella went silent, “No, but it’s fine. Billy sleeps on the floor.” Billy grumbled, knowing it wasn’t true. “Can we see your boyfriend?” Daniella nodded and found one of her Polaroids of them at her graduation and handed it to the girls and Max scrunched her face up, “He’s ugly.” Billy laughed and took the picture from her and looked at Daniella and then the picture before looking at her again. “You don’t even look like you like him.” Max laughed, “See, they’re not compatible, looks-wise.” El looked at the picture, her face scrunching up as well. “Guys, he’s not that bad, holy shit.” She took the picture from Billy and put it in her drawer and shut it.

            “We’re going to bed, goodnight,” Max said as she pulled El with her and she shut the door. Daniella turned the tv on as Billy got comfortable beside her. “Wait go back, that was Thundercats.” She raised a brow, “I don’t know what that is.” His jaw dropped, grabbed her remote, and went back to the cartoon as he began explaining what it was. She nodded along, she was paying attention to the bass in his voice more than she was to what he was saying.

            “What was your first kiss like?” Daniella hummed, “Not great, it was with Alex and I dunno. I didn’t feel anything.” Billy nodded. “What was yours like?” He shrugged, “I don’t remember it, I was young.” Daniella nodded; her shoulder was against Billy’s as she watched the cartoon. Soon, she was feeling tired and she tied her hair back so it wouldn’t end up in Billy’s face if he did decide to stay in her bed. She got comfortable and he laughed, “Tired?” She nodded as she yawned and he laid down, getting comfortable as he used his own blanket.

            It wasn’t long before she had fallen asleep and he rubbed her cheek. He wished she didn’t have a boyfriend, he felt connected to her, like there were magnets in their hearts that pulled them together. He laid down, his face close to hers. He could feel her breath on his chin as he studied her peaceful features. Her lips were plump and smooth from the chapstick she had applied when she was getting ready for bed. She moved closer to him, her body searching for the warmth that he radiated.

            She snuggled up to him, he was trying to convince himself that her mind was telling her that she was in Indianapolis with her boyfriend, but in his own mind he was hoping it was her mind and heart yearning for him, yearning for someone who was experienced. Her lips smacked before they lightly pressed to the corner of his mouth, taking him by surprise when her lips moved to his, placing a soft peck to his lips. He didn’t kiss her back, he just laid there, his hand tight on her hip.

            She moved, head on his shoulder as she sighed his name in her sleep. He felt conflicted, she was a good girl and she’d most likely be upset knowing what she did half asleep. He knew he would have to tell her, but at the same time he didn’t want to. He kissed the top of her head and let himself melt against her body. He didn’t know what he was feeling but it was something he had never felt before.

Taglist : @joeyfilth @buckysgrace @unamused-boss

[magalidragon]

❄️❄️dashing through the snow ❄️❄️| Jonerys Winter Wonderland | teaser

For prompt Sexy Sleigh Ride 🛷 | also I get my runaway bride fix too 🤭

Tulle flew over her face again; her legs went out from under her, and she was sure now she was showing off her undergarments to the world if anyone decided to take a peek. She cursed in Valyrian, struggling to upright herself, gathering skirts and tearing what she could, and now she was barefoot.

In the snow.

In the winter.

At Winterfell.

And she had no true escape plan.

"At least I'm out," she mumbled, looking up at the open window where she'd fallen from. She took a deep breath and turned, scanning around where she'd ended up.

She was on the north side of the castle, near the stables. The godswood was over to the west, a bit too close for comfort. The kitchens were on the far south side which was good because it was less likely for her to be caught by some cater waiter. All the guests should be seated, but she couldn't risk it.

"Daenerys Targaryen!"

Oh shit.

Dany whipped her head up, in time to see a flame red flash in the window she'd pushed herself out of. "Fuck," she mumbled. It was either Cat or Sansa, both of whom were the worst people in the world and now the hunt was on. She really had to get the fuck out of here.

Keep calm, keep calm.

The cold was starting to get to her, her arms bare in the floaty dress which looked like she'd been painted in feathers. It was beautiful. It was expensive. It was designed by her future sister-in-law.

And she hated it..

It was also not conducive to a winter outdoor wedding or escaping from the roof of a castle. The neck tied around her in a halter style, with rows and rows of floating feathery tulle and lace, fanning out into a train that was longer in the back than the front and was designed to show off the crystal studded heels she’d be wearing and also the matching coat. The coat, of course, she’s left upstairs. Damnit.

The ground was frozen solid, what little not covered in fluffy white snow feeling like cement beneath her bare feet. She gathered her skirts, her skin still flushed and warm from the adrenaline of the escape, and she ignored the beginnings of numbness in her toes, hurrying towards the stables.

There had been a plan, since they'd be going to the other side of the castle for the reception in the great hall, to have the "newlywed car" be a gilded sleigh pulled by reindeer. Yes, fucking reindeer. No horses for the Starks, no, they had to go find bloody reindeer. Like she was Mrs. Claus running off for a getaway weekend with Santa. She would have preferred a dragon.

Unfortunately there were no dragons to be had, so Dany had to settle for a reindeer.

Along the stables the reindeer were already hooked up to the newlywed sleigh, along with several others that would shepherd guests back and forth. Like Christmas Ubers or something. She could not believe the shit that Robb's family wanted to pull for this wedding. It was seriously the event of the decade, but she was going to throw a massive wrench into that plan.

Dany was surprised she wasn't hearing whistles and dogs barking-- wolves in the case of the Starks-- being set off to hunt her down and drag her bodily back to the godswood to continue the wedding. "What are you doing?" she hissed to herself, her head buzzing.

Running away from a miserable future.

Gods, she had to get out of here. She was freezing, she had no shoes, and honestly she just had to ride this psychosis to the end and figure it out later.

Missandei, her maid of honor, would undoubtedly know what happened when no wedding occurred and she’d hightail it to her hotel at the B&B in Wintertown, so Dany might as well head there. She glanced sideways.

At the reindeer.

“Bingpot,” she muttered, sprinting to the sleigh. She clambered up and into the monstrosity, silver and bedecked with bells and ribbon. The reindeer hitched up to it turned its head to curiously peer in her direction. She lifted reins and called out. “Mush!”

Nothing happened.

Hmm. “Go!” she shouted. She tugged on the reins. She knew how to ride horses and grew up with them. Reindeer were just fluffy horses with antlers right? Nothing again. The reindeer turned its head back around and carried on eating from the container attached to the hitching post. Dany closed her eyes, dripping her head. “What are you doing?” she repeated, rhis time a whisper.

“Yes, what are you doing?”

The voice, raspy and deep behind her, came from beneath the flannel blankets piled in the seat behind her. Dany screamed, throwing the reins in the air, startled and that did it. The reindeer pulled his head from the food and immediately began to run, making for the open gate.

Damn a sleigh moved fast.

Wind caught at her skirts, pulling them back around her and she flailed, caught off guard and not secure in her seat.

Owner of the voice cursed, tossed a cigarette she hadn’t even smelled or noticed over the side into the snow and jumped over from the back into the seat beside her, a blur of black leather and denim. He snatched the reins and pulled on them, bringing the reindeer to a manageable trot, and brought the sleigh over to the side of the main drive out of the castle grounds.

And the man she was in love with— who was definitely not her finance— whipped his head around, dark curls flying about his pale face and his gray eyes flashing.

“Daenerys Targaryen what the fuck are you doing?”

Dany didn’t even think— she hadn’t so far— blurting out: “I’m running away.”

There was a quiet beat, and then he smiled, long and slow, white teeth flashing canine like against his dark beard. “Well. We best get going then.”

And Jon snow turned away from her and snapped the reins, the reindeer running off and speeding the sleigh away from Winterfell.

[cayennesugar]

*insert dazzling electric guitar* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Hi, have some more incorrect quote. I also just decided to type out some random stuff myself because I can and why not

Blurr: Can I bother you for a second?

Heatwave: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Heatwave: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Quickshadow:

Quickshadow: Heatwave, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Heatwave: * Sips coffee from bowl*

Quickshadow: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Mavin: It’s not a joke.

Mavin: *sniffles*

Mavin: I’m a legit snack.

Boulder: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Heatwave: *chugs entire bottle*

Heatwave: It’s perfume.

Blurr: H-

Heatwave: Oh. My. Primus. DIDN’T HIGHTIDE LOCK YOU IN HIS SHIP AND TAKE TO THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN HOW ARE YOU HERE!?!? WHERE IS HIGHTIDE????

Blurr:

Heatwave: WHERE IS HIGHTIDE OH MY PRIMUS-

Boulder: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Heatwave: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Boulder, desperately, as Heatwave bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave: Oh! B positive.

Boulder: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave:

Quickshadow: Blurr. Why is the cat on fire (Mr. Pettypaws)

Blurr: I swear I didn’t do anything-

Quickshadow: The cat is on fire Blurr, and you’re holding a barrel of gasoline and a lighter. Where did you even get a lighter that big??-

Blurr, as Mr. Pettypaws sits unaware his thick coat Is on fire: Oh crazy story, Sideswipe came over and-

Quickshadow: ok the cat’s on fire let me save your aft before you get deported off the planet-

Salvage: finally, it’s the weekend. Hey Boulder, wanna go to Blossom Vale and do some sight-seeing?

Boulder: Sure!

-

Boulder: I wonder how everyone else is spending their weekend

Heatwave who somehow got access to Hightide’s cockpit and is already making the ship sink: I’m a boat, calm down, I know how to do this- I think-

*Hightide screaming and Servo barking in the background*

Quickshadow: Mavin, stop, you’re dropping fries everywhere, Mavin, please, these are expensive leather seats you better be cleaning me up later, Mavin, oh my Primus Mavin, Mavin you’re getting it everywhere Mavin I don’t want to smell like Cayenne Mavin, my seats are turning orange Mavin, why are you doing this, I apologize for nearly making you my first victim of vehicular manslaughter. MAVIN, NOT UNDER THE SEATS-

Priscilla: you look old

Mavin: shut thy lips and silence thy vocal cords parentless child

Priscilla: 🧍‍♀️

Kade: *repulsive garbage disposal wheezing*

Blades: I love my team!!!

Dani: …I love your enthusiasm, Blades…

*Quickshadow on the floor in the background sobbing over a message from Optimus and Hightide crouched next to her, laughing maniacally*

Dr. Szeto, who said earlier that she does not do favorites: I’ve only had Quickshadow for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone on this planet and then myself

Boulder: why does everyone think I’m innocent, someone tried to invade the island yesterday and I slammed their head into the ground killing them instantly…

Im sleepy, goodnight 🏃‍♀️

[esther-dot]

"Khaleesi," whispered Irri, "you must not touch the dead man. It is bad luck to touch the dead." D@enerys I - ADWD

Doesn't Jon become a dead man later?

Me: This is bait. No one wants to read this. You don't want to write this. Just ignore it.

Also me: Yippee-ki-yay, mothafucka!

I didn't get hit by the "this is foreshadowing" sensation for this scene before, but I did go back and read it. In addition to dead man, we have the "fighting shadows" / "cowards who kill from the shadows" comments, and Jon does call himself the man in the shadows who dare not speak his name and they are lines about shadows that indicate how much impact one will have and since Jon casts a huge shadow there...it might be something, especially as it includes her dragons which are becoming a little uncontrollable by her. There's meta by @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir about how the dragons correspond to a nephew Jon & Rhaegal, Aegon & Viserion, so maybe Jon is being brought into the picture here. We also have a mention of the usurper's dogs which is fun as well as her treasons. The chapter ends with the bones of a child murdered by dragons and is followed by a Jon chapter, so there's enough that we can Jon is "present" although I didn't feel clobbered by it.

I would agree that some mentions of dead men or the stranger are intentional references to Jon though. Whichever end of the mostly dead -> all dead scale you think Jon will be on, he's the character with "death" as an identity hanging on him. I would also assume that regardless of the actual facts surrounding his rez, just as Robb (and Sansa and Dany...) had wild rumors flying around about him, Jon will have them as well. So it will not only be the reader but also characters in-world who have that perception of him.

Anyway, there is a specific Dany chapter in ASOS that feels like foreshadowing overall, and that I believe, contains several references to Jon, including the use of dead man. First, we have Dany feeling like a god and trying to escape "the dead man's revenge":

Up here in her garden Dany sometimes felt like a god, living atop the highest mountain in the world.

---

The honey drew flies, but a scented candle drove them off. The flies were not so troublesome up here as they were in the rest of her city, she had found, something else she liked about the pyramid. "I must remember to do something about the flies," Dany said. "Are there many flies on Naath, Missandei?"

----

The dead were heaped so high before the broken gate that it took her freedmen near an hour to make a path for her silver. Joso's Cock and the great wooden turtle that had protected it, covered with horsehides, lay abandoned within. She rode past burned buildings and broken windows, through brick streets where the gutters were choked with the stiff and swollen dead. 

-----

A fly buzzed her head. Dany waved it off, irritated, but it returned almost at once. "There are too many flies in this city."

Ben Plumm gave a bark of laughter. "There were flies in my ale this morning. I swallowed one of them."

"Flies are the dead man's revenge." Daario smiled, and stroked the center prong of his beard. "Corpses breed maggots, and maggots breed flies."

"We will rid ourselves of the corpses, then. Starting with those in the plaza below. Grey Worm, will you see to it?"

"The queen commands, these ones obey."

"Best bring sacks as well as shovels, Worm," Brown Ben counseled. "Well past ripe, those ones. Falling off those poles in bits and pieces, and crawling with . . ."

"He knows. So do I." Dany remembered the horror she had felt when she had seen the Plaza of Punishment in Astapor. I made a horror just as great, but surely they deserved it. Harsh justice is still justice. (ASOS, Daenerys VI)

Then Martin inserts her worry about another betrayal and her belief that she will meet a man she can trust:

Her bloodriders were waiting for her. Silver bells tinkled in their oiled braids, and they wore the gold and jewels of dead men. Meereen had been rich beyond imagining. Even her sellswords seemed sated, at least for now. Across the room, Grey Worm wore the plain uniform of the Unsullied, his spiked bronze cap beneath one arm. These at least she could rely on, or so she hoped . . . and Brown Ben Plumm as well, solid Ben with his grey-white hair and weathered face, so beloved of her dragons. And Daario beside him, glittering in gold. Daario and Ben Plumm, Grey Worm, Irri, Jhiqui, Missandei . . . as she looked at them Dany found herself wondering which of them would betray her next. The dragon has three heads. There are two men in the world who I can trust, if I can find them. I will not be alone then. We will be three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters.

A knight swears fealty to her and then she meets with Jorah and discuses betrayal again as well as her three treasons:

"Kissed me, she thought, betrayed me." "I went down into the sewers like a rat. For you." It might have been kinder if you'd died there. Dany said nothing. There was nothing to say. "Daenerys," he said, "I have loved you." And there it was. Three treasons will you know. Once for blood and once for gold and once for love. "The gods do nothing without a purpose, they say. You did not die in battle, so it must be they still have some use for you. But I don't. I will not have you near me. You are banished, ser. Go back to your masters in King's Landing and collect your pardon, if you can. Or to Astapor. No doubt the butcher king needs knights." "No." He reached for her. "Daenerys, please, hear me . . ."

and of course, we have the talk about her family/the taint/madness to just beat us over the head here about what's coming.

So, if we think this is foreshadowing, in one chapter we have Dany trying to escape the consequences of her violent actions (burning KL) and those consequences are called "the dead man's revenge" (Jon ref), and we have a line to prep Dany to trust a certain guy (Jon again), and then a talk with a guy who betrayed her (Jon references, I'll talk more about Jon & Jorah in my second part of the Bear and the Maiden Fair ask, if I ever find my draft), and Dany misunderstanding her treasons.

Dany's "madness", Dany burning KL and seemingly escaping consequences/far above the reach of mere mortals, meeting Jon and being betrayed/killed by him (not because he loves her as she interpreted the warning, because he loves others and betrays her for them), seem like a plausible outcome from this. Obviously there is foreshadowing for enmity between them elsewhere too, but it doesn't take much drawing to connect the dots and conclude, much of this chapter is about what is to come.

So, yeah, I def think a “dead man” is gonna be very bad luck for Dany!

[slightlycomicobsessed]

For the wip ask game, I'd love to hear about:

- the day dani moonstar died

- blackhill hanahaki au

the day dani moonstar died… hahaha that one is fun.

here’s a snippet, because it’s a bit hard for me to describe:

The day Danielle Moonstar died was deceptive, in that it was just like any other.

The sun shone upon the ground, thawing the frozen earth. Spring would soon be upon them. The sky was a soft blue, cloudless and gentle. Animals were beginning to wake up, slinking out of their hiding places with sniffles and snuffles, furred, feathered, both and neither soaking in the sunlight.

These were all things that the New Mutants, Dani’s friends, family in all but name, noticed, when Rahne Sinclair’s anguished scream pierced the air.

The lycanthrope known also as Wolfsbane tore out of her bed, waking all her fellow New Mutants in the process. She shifted, distressed, from human to wolf to in between like the shape-shifter she was, whining, howling, barking and yowling all in equal measure.

Illyana Rasputin was the first to follow behind, her mutant “stepping disks” able to teleport her exactly where Rahne’s wolf-form stopped, as an all-too-human scream left her animal mouth.

Magik was a strong woman, forced to grow up too fast, and forced to endure too much, but even she fell to her knees at the sight before her.

Behind her, Roberto Da Costa and Sam Guthrie — Sunspot and Cannonball, respectively — were standing in frozen horror at the sight of the body dangling from the tree branch.

For the Blackhill Hanahaki AU… that one is an olddddd WIP. I had planned for a five act/chapter fic where the reader watches as Maria slowly suffers from Hanahaki, but refuses to tell anyone or admit her feelings because she doesn’t think Nat feels the same.

Then, she’d die, and we (the readers) would find out that Nat was actually also in love with her. And now she’s left all alone to mourn.

So, yeah, angst all around! tysm for the ask!

[niemernuet]

Mentally I've been stuck here ever since I learnt that Dani had to babysit this ⬇️ Odi through his worst hangover during his very first wc finals in 2018:

The head coach is terrifying to approach at the best of times; today, in his current mood, he looks downright menacing as he drives past the entrance to the parking lot. Neither Daniel nor Justin are deterred though, and hurry across the uneven, icy ground as fast as they can. In their back, the long, drawn out lake lies grey and calm at the bottom of the valley.

They begin to talk at the same time.

“Excuse me, I think there has been a misunderstanding,” Daniel says.

“You can’t do this, Coach!” Justin says.

The coach, still half-way hunkered over as he is exiting the car, stops in his tracks, and glares at them. Both Daniel and Justin are wise enough to stop what they are saying. For a few heartbeats they are both quiet as the coach’s frightening glare rests on them. Daniel is the first to read his expression correctly.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hi,” Justin adds quickly, and they both follow the coach as he walks towards the boot of the car.

“Hello, boys,” the coach rumbles. Justin’s mouth is wide open again, though this time, Daniel shoves his elbow in his friend’s ribs, and takes over.

“I’m sorry but I think there has been a misunderstanding with the allocation of the lodgings.”

“It’s the last race week of the season, you can’t do…” Justin begins but again is silenced with a well-placed elbow to the rib cage.

“I’m just not sure there’s a good reason for your decision…though we fully respect it,” Daniel hurries to add. “But we thought that maybe there are some improvements we could do…and it would be beneficial for the whole team. Also…”

The coach raises a finger, and Daniel stops mid-sentence. Again the coach glares at them for the fraction of a moment too long.

“You will not share an apartment,” he eventually says. Daniel and Justin sputter like stalling snowmobiles in his back while he pulls a suitcase out of the car, and puts it on the ground.

Once more he silences them with a raised finger. “Do you want to know the reason?”

“Yes!” they exclaim.

“You!” the coach says, and points his finger at Justin whose expression immediately turns to utter shock.

“What? I didn’t do anything!”

The coach laughs as he pulls out another suitcase. “But you did! Because of you and your idiotic post on smartbook I had to sit not in one but TWO meetings with our organisation’s president and someone from FIS.”

“It’s facebook,” Daniel says softly, his shoulders now slumped at the sudden realisation of their endeavour’s futility.

“Do you know how much I’ve had it with meetings? Up to here!” the coach barks at Justin, and draws a line across his forehead with his extended finger. “So no, you will not share an apartment this week. You received your flatmates, and I told the team everyone who swaps with you will walk to South America next summer.”

“This is retaliation!” Justin cries out.

The coach laughs, and closes the hatch of the car. “I guess you could say so, yes.”

Daniel grabs Justin by the shoulder, and with a little bit of struggling mangages to push him away. “I understand that must have been annoying but I don’t see how that is a reason to punish me for it.”

The coach locks the car, and grabs his suitcases. “You’re not being punished.”

“You put me in the apartment with the rookie!” Daniel almost shouts, his nerves getting more frazzled by the second  as he struggles to keep Justin back.

“This is so unfair!” he throws in over Daniel’s shoulder.

“Listen!” the coach barks, and both straighten their backs. Again the finger lands on Justin.

“I’m giving you a bit of friendly advice, because I’m your coach, and it’s my job: The next time you want to call out FIS’ marketing strategy, I want you to go to a home-trainer, and I want you to pedal until your tongue touches the ground. Because this will be a much smarter use of your energy than anything else you could do.” Justin throws up his hands but the finger wanders over to Daniel, and he gets no chance to rage further.

 “And you are not being punished. He’s a good kid, and I’m sure you will get along just fine. In fact, why don’t you go over and lend him a hand?” 

Daniel and Justin whirl around. They barely register the coach taking off at a brisk pace as they stare at the bus and Gisin that have arrived on the parking lot while they have been busy. 

“I’m sure you’ve already heard of Daniel and Justin from the slalom team. They’re…well, you’ll get used to them,” Marc says to the young man climbing out of the passenger side of the bus. “Laurel, Hardy, this is Marco.” 

Strands of blonde hair peek out from under Marco’s oversized hat and curl around his shoulder, and even though he is quite tall himself he is so lanky that he could disappear entirely behind Gisin’s large frame. He snorts at Marc’s last remark, and bites down on his lip. From the other side of the bus, their service man appears and opens the back.

“This is all your fault,” Daniel hisses to Justin, and walks over to Marco. “Hi, I’m Hardy.”

-----

Their lodgings take up an entire street of long barracks separated into units, a short stretch behind the main street, and just elevated enough to get a glimpse of the lake through the naked birches. Justin and Daniel take off with Marco’s baggage while Gisin keeps Marco back by the shoulder. They have reached the first doors already when he catches up with them.

“It’s all true,” Daniel says.

“What is?” Marco asks. He is skipping along, only a backpack and his jacket dangling from his arms.

“Any warnings he told you about us.”

Marco laughs. “No warnings, he told me the number of his and Beat’s apartments, in case it gets boring with you.”

“That’s even more insulting,” Daniel grumbles, and fishes the key out of his pocket. They shuffle through the door of the tiny apartment, and drop the bags in the small space between the kitchenette and the rickety table. With a sigh, Daniel turns around to face Justin.

“Is this because…” He breaks off when he realises where Marco is heading. “Excuse me, that one’s my room,” he says loudly.

“I thought so,” Marco says, his feet right at the edge of the threshold, and with slumped shoulders stares wistfully towards the window with the breathtaking view over the lake and mountains behind it. “Pity.” 

Daniel waits until he moves on towards the other room facing the back alley to turn back to Justin. “You don’t need to sulk because I said it’s your fault.”

“I am not sulking!” Justin exclaims. “Because it is not my fault!”

“I told you you’d just stir the pot without changing anything!”

“Someone had to finally say what a clown organisation FIS is!”

“Everyone knows that!” Daniel shouts from the other side of the table. They both pause in their yelling to stare at Marco coming back from his room. He shrugged out of the top layer of clothes, and his hair is standing up in all directions from the static of the hat’s synthetic fibers.

“Oh, don’t stop because of me,” he says, and grabs his bags by the handles. “I just need these here….thank you.”

“Yeah but nobody puts any pressure on,” Justin snaps as soon as Marco has disappeared.

Daniel shakes his head. “Is this still because of your DNF in…”

“IT IS NOT! Frankly, I don’t even know why you had to go and complain. Now the coach will…”

“I?” Daniel barks. “I had to go? I did this for us but okay, I guess you prefer Loïc’s company over mine then…”

“You did it because you didn’t want to bunk with the rookie,” Justin shoots back, and crosses his arms in front of his chest while Daniel furiously tries to shush him. An apologetic smile washes over his face when Marco’s head peeks around the corner of the hallway. He is topless now, and a towel is dangling from his shoulder.

“I didn’t say...it like that.”

“It’s okay,” Marco answers light-heartedly. “I’d much rather be with Thomi too, even though he sounds like a chainsaw when he sleeps on his back. At first I thought the coach hates me but now I’m glad to know it’s because of you.”

Daniel blinks. “Oh.”

Marco smiles at him. “Right. Hey, would you mind if I took some of your soap? I’d like to take a shower before dinner but I forgot it at home.”

“You forgot your soap at home?”

“Well…more like my toiletry bag,” Marco explains, and stares at Daniel with his big, brown eyes.

Daniel needs a few seconds before he can answer. “Sure,” he eventually manages.

“Cool, thanks,” Marco laughs, and disappears in the bathroom.

Daniel chuckles when he turns back to Justin. “This is so much worse than I thought. He’s like you! This week will be hell.”

-----

It is not easy to talk with a pair of lips on his own but Daniel is quite practiced.

“No!”

As if he could convince him if he just pressed against him harder, Justin wraps his arms tighter around Daniel’s neck, and kisses him with even more fervour.

“Please,” he begs in Daniel’s mouth, and grinds his hips against Daniel’s just hard enough to make the narrow bed squeak.

“Absolutely not…not when I’m bunking with the rookie.”

Justin whines, and shoves his tongue even further in Daniel’s mouth.

“He’s not here yet,” he mumbles.

Daniel snorts, and pulls his head slightly back. “He better come back soon, he has a race tomorrow.”

“He’s young,” Justin shrugs, and follows Daniel until his head bumps against the wall and he can no longer evade his kisses. “He’ll be fit enough. Please, Poulette…”

“M-mh,” Daniel answers, and shakes his head so that their lips lose contact. He drags his fingers through Justin’s hair, and smiles at him. “I’m sorry, not tonight.”

“We’ll be quick, come on…” Justin begs, and Daniel laughs again.

“I know you will be quick,” he teases, and silences Justin’s outrage with another kiss until he stops fighting, and melts against his chest. Just when Justin tries another angle by putting his hand over the bulge under Daniel’s sweatpants, something heavy crashes against the front door. At once they pull apart. The noise outside just barely reaches Daniel’s room at the other end of the apartment, separated by two doors and heavy insulation but they still hear the breathless, almost shrieking laughter.

“Jesus, are you alright?” Gino yells.

Again something heavy drops against the door. Justin lifts one leg, ready to slip off the bed but Daniel keeps him in place, and shakes his head.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” Marco’s voice assures. 

“So…do you want to get up again?” Gino asks after a short moment of silence.

“Uh, yeah…as soon as I know which way is up.”

Again Gino’s laughter reverberates through the apartment.

“Silence!” Marco laughs. “I’m with Yule and he’s already sleeping.”

“Sleeping, right,” Gino grunts. “Which one’s your room?”  Something heavy moves over the floor, and then drops against the wall to Daniel’s room.

“Thank you,” Marco says. “This one there. And it’s true. I saw him leave earlier, so we really have to be quiet now or…”

The door springs open and with a loud bang slams against the wall. Light from the kitchen as well as Marco follow right behind, though Gino can catch him at the last moment before he faceplants to the ground again.

“Wait, no, that’s not my room, that’s…ohhh…” Marco’s voice dies down as he takes in the scene on the bed. Then, a big smile spreads over his flushed cheeks and the blonde hair clinging to it, and he waves enthusiastically at the people on the bed. “Hi Daniel, hi Justin!”

Justin chuckles, and waves back. “Hi, Marco.”

“I was twelfth in the downhill today!”

“We saw. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“Okay, let’s get you to your real room,” Gino presses through clenched teeth, and hoists Marco towards the hallway. “Sorry about that, guys.”

“No problem,” Justin says but neither of them is still listening as they shuffle off.

“Told you he’s sleeping alright,” Gino giggles, and another door gets slammed.

Justin chuckles, though he pauses when he looks down at his boyfriend and sees Daniel’s exasperation.

“Come on, he’s endearing,” he says, and kisses him.

“Annoyingly so,” Daniel snorts, and pushes against Justin’s shoulders.

“You used to love it when I did it,” Justin sighs but does not fight as he gets shoved off the bed.

Daniel grabs Justin’s jacket and throws it over his shoulders. “That’s because you used to be much more charming and sexy and handsome and overall breathtaking than him.”

Justin grins and leans in for another kiss. “Used to?”

Daniel smirks, and shoves him towards the door. “Good night, Honey Bear.”

-----

The slats of the bed are groaning almost as shameless as Daniel. His knuckles shine white as he clings to the headrest like a drowning man.

“Fuck, Justin…,” he moans, his legs twitching over the rumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck…”

Justin hums around Daniel’s cock in his mouth, and picks up the pace with his strokes. Daniel does not need more, and with a choked cry comes in spurts down Justin’s throat. He is still riding the wave down from the climax when Justin plops down next to him, and snuggles against his chest.

“See? I told you there’s enough time.”

Daniel laughs softly, still out of breath, and plants a kiss on Justin’s sweat-sheened forehead. 

“Okay, for once you were right.”

“M-hm,” Justin hums with a satisfied grin. For a few moments they lie together in silence before Justin pats Daniel’s chest, and sits up.

“You’re going already?”

Justin snorts, and grabs his trousers from the floor. “I only have the one back with me and I need it in two days…” He pauses, and checks the watch on his phone, “...no, tomorrow. I can’t share this cot with you tonight.”

Daniel sighs, and boxes the pillow under his head a few times. “This week sucks.”

Justin pulls his shirt over his head, and leans down for another kiss. “It’s almost over. Only two more nights with your new best friend.”

Daniel rolls his eyes. “Considering the way he partied yesterday for a twelfth place I’m sure I won’t see him until we’re on the plane after today’s race. Tell Loïc my regards.”

“No, thanks,” Justin laughs, and softly shuts the door.

The party of the sponsor down in the village is still shooting rays of colourful light into the sky but Daniel is tired enough that he feels sleep crawl over him the moment he closes his eyes. He is almost entirely dozed off when his phone starts to vibrate again. For a second he considers ignoring it.

“Missing me already?” he mumbles as he puts it against his ear.

“Uh…no, sorry.”

Daniel shoots up. “Fuck…I mean, hi.”

Gino chuckles. Thumping bass music fills the background. “Hi. I’m just calling because I was afraid you wouldn’t see it if I wrote.���

“Okay?”

“It’s stupid but could you maybe check whether Marco’s already home? I was just on the toilet and when I came back they told me he left.”

Daniel silently throws up  his hands and rolls his eyes, though he cannot hide the drawn-out sigh when he answers. “Okay, fine. Though I’m pretty sure he’s not here ye…” He stops abruptly as the front door slams shut.

“What?” Gino asks in the growing silence. “Is he with you?”

“Oh no no no!” Daniel cries out at the terrible sounds coming from outside his bedroom. “I swear if you…” He pulls the door open, and stares at the scene unfolding in the small kitchenette.

“What? Daniel, what’s going on?” Gino yells through the phone.

“Everything’s okay,” Daniel sighs, and slumps against the door frame. “He’s not puking on the floor.”

“He’s puking?” Gino echoes, still loud enough that Daniel does not need his phone to hear him from the village square. 

He walks around the table, and steps to Marco who is hanging over the sink, and throws up another part of his dinner from earlier in the evening.

“Oh yeah, like mad,” Daniel chuckles. “But don’t worry, there can’t be much left inside of him.”

“Okay…” Gino answers, and hesitates for a second. “So…could you maybe…”

Daniel sighs again. “I’ll make sure he won’t asphyxiate on his own vomit…wouldn’t want to lose our junior world champion, right?” He pats Marco on the shoulder and elicits a soft whimper from him.

Whatever Gino says next drowns out in a new song and the DJ shouting, and Daniel takes it as cue to hang up. He leans over Marco’s hunched body, and turns on the faucet. While the ice cold water takes care of the worst mess, Daniel flips through the few cupboards until he finds a plastic mixing bowl. In the faint light from Daniel’s room shining into the rest of the apartment, Marco’s face and hair have the same grey colour. 

“If you feel like there’s something else you need to go over in your head, aim here!” Daniel says, and hands him the bowl.

“Thanks,” Marco mutters, and traipses off towards his bedroom. Daniel turns off the water, and follows him. He finds Marco laying on his stomach on his unmade bed, the plastic bowl next to his head.

“I will fucking delete Justin’s facebook profile,” Daniel mutters as he bends down, and pulls Marco’s shoes off his feet. He does not budge even a little, his breath coming slow and steady, and quietly Daniel slips out of his room. His feet have just warmed up again under the blanket of his own bed, when something heavy crashes from one end of the hallway to the other. With a heavy sigh he listens to the hollow, gurgling noises of Marco throwing up into the toilet. He stays put, and without realising that he has fallen asleep, jolts up a few minutes later when the same happens again. The third time he is wide awake, glaring into the darkness around him, too annoyed even to pick up his phone and write an accusing message for Justin to read in the morning. The fourth time Marco’s journey to the toilet wakes him up he notices that the lights of the party have stopped. The silence is heavier now, without the distant noise, and Daniel’s breath hitches when he hears something else between Marco’s retching. With a few whispered swear words he peels the toasty blanket back, and makes his way towards the only illuminated room in their apartment. The sharp, pungent smell of vomit hangs in the windowless bathroom, though luckily, Marco has managed to only stain the inside of the toilet bowl. Marco bites down on his lower lip when Daniel appears in the door but he cannot stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks.

“Is…everything alright?” Daniel asks even though the answer is apparent.

Marco shrugs, his cheek pressed against the cool porcelain of the toilet. He sniffles, and looks up at Daniel with red-rimmed eyes.

“Am I cool?”

Daniel’s brows fold into a frown as he tries to find something to say. “Like…right now?”

He cringes when Marco closes his eyes, and a new flood of tears rolls down his cheeks and into the matted strands of the hair clinging to them.

“I’m so stupid,” he chokes.

Daniel stares at him for a second before he turns on his heel, and hurries away. When he returns with a glass of water, Marco is still hunched against the toilet.

“Drink this!” Daniel orders. “And then tell me what’s going on.”

Marco takes a small sip. He stares at the ground, mute and deep in his thoughts.

Daniel keeps staring down at him until something occurs to him. “Is there a reason why you left the team at the party?”

Marco’s lip wobbles, and quickly he takes another sip. “I feel like I’ll never stop failing and I’ll never be as good as the others.”

Daniel rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “That’s because you’ve slept three of the last 48 hours and you’ve had two races in that time.”

Marco looks up, and blinks at him.

“Not to mention all the alcohol you’ve been putting away,” Daniel adds. “Well…temporarily, at least. Drink up, go to bed and I promise tomorrow everything will be different.”

He grabs the empty glass from Marco, and fills it again before digging a pill out of his almost depleted toiletry bag. Marco is already face-down on his bed again when he reaches his room.

“Do you think I could ever have the same that you have with Justin?” he mumbles from the depths of his pillow.

“Depends who you want to have it with,” Daniel answers, and puts the glass and the pill on the nightstand.

“Gino…” Marco sighs, and groans slightly as Daniel pulls the blanket out from under his body.

“You’ll have to ask him,” Daniel laughs. 

Marco lifts his head, and scans the room.

“Not now,” Daniel adds hastily. “Tomorrow, when you’ll be sober again…and maybe realise that you have terrible taste.”

Marco’s head drops back into his pillow, and he mumbles something inaudible.

Daniel throws the blanket over Marco’s limp body. “Take the pill here first thing in the morning,” he says, and points at the nightstand, but Marco has already fallen asleep.

“Rookies…” Daniel mutters, and quietly slips out of the room.

-----

The ending of the season two days later is sadder than anticipated, with two cancelled races and stormy weather. The teams disperse, washed away by the rain, and one after the other the rental busses stuffed with skis and other equipment leave for the airport. Daniel is checking the sidepocket of his backpack for his passport when Marco appears by his side. He huddles close to get under the open hatch of the bus. The hair poking out from underneath his hat is dark from the rain, almost as dark as the shadows under his eyes.

“Sorry you couldn’t race,” he begins.

“It’s just my luck,” Daniel says without interrupting his search. “One whole week with you and nothing to show for it. You look terrible by the way.”

“I feel terrible too,” Marco admits. “I think I’m dying.”

“It’s called a hangover. You’ll get over it. Okay, all there.” With a satisfied smile, Daniel closes the zipper of the backpack and puts it back with the rest of his baggage.

Marco shakes his head, and stares out into the rain. “I’m not sure…the only thing I know is that I’ll never drink again.”

Daniel laughs.

“Never ever! I don’t remember a thing from that night.” For a moment, Marco stares out into the rain before he dares to ask the question. “Did I say anything about Gino?”

Daniel frowns, thinks for a second. “Not that I remember, no. Why?”

Marco shakes his head. “Just because…not important.”

Before Daniel can prod further, Marco throws his arms around him.

“At first I really did not look forward to living with you but then it turned out to be quite cool. If you ever switch to giant slalom, I’d love to bunk with you during the season. But don’t tell Thomi.”

Daniel chuckles, and hugs Marco back. “And if you ever tried slalom I would gladly lend you my toothpaste and shampoo.”

Marco laughs, and skips back towards the bus where his service man is waiting. Justin rounds the corner, and joins Daniel under the hatch where they watch the other bus jolt over the gravel toward the road.

“He’s in love with Gino,” Daniel explains, and smiles at Marco who is frantically waving at them.

“Awww, Rookie,” Justin coos. “So endearing.”

[jerzwriter]

🐉, 📓, ✨,⚠️ For any and all of your babies!

Thanks so much for the ask, my friend!

🐉Very serious question… are they more like a dragon or a unicorn?

Ethan: Dragon Kaycee: Unicorn Tobias: Unicorn Casey: Unicorn Jessica: Unicorn Eli: Dragon Zoe: Hmmm. She's definitely a little of both, but her genuine state is Unicorn. Trystan: He wants to believe it's a dragon, but it's 1000% a unicorn. Carolina: 80% Dragon, 20% Unicorn! lol

📓Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

You know, I do, but this is one of those questions I'd need to give entirely too much thought to lol I'm tucking this one away to answer on another time when I can really delve into this (it's the mental illness. lol)

✨Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

Ethan: He'd say something like solving a medical mystery, and that's true. But what really makes him happiest is having someone who makes him feel like he has a place to call home for the first time in a very, very long time.

Kaycee: Making a sick patient smile despite the pain; her mom's cooking; Broadway/Theater; music - especially by Taylor Swift; her friends; Ethan.

Tobias: Sex (you asked lol); a day at the beach; flirting; his favorite team winning; a good game on the courts with friends; art; his little girls; and most of all, Casey.

Casey: Truly helping someone; sleeping in; cuddling; sex (you asked lol); really good food; music/concerts; autumn; her little girls; and most of all, Tobias.

Jessica: Academic/professional validation; spending time with true friends; hiking and beautiful scenery; baking; being with the person she loves.

Eli: Pleasant dreams about his late parents and brother, having a place to call home again; cooking something that makes Zoe make "that noise"; Zoe.

Zoe: Her friends who are her family; motorcycle rides with Eli; hugs; Eli.

Trystan: A top-notch massage, bonus points if it includes hot stones; fancy nights out on the town; knowing that he has true, loyal friends now - who love him for him - not for who he is; most of all, Carolina.

Carolina: "Theeeee Yankees Win!"; long rides with good music and/or good conversation; really good Puerto Rican or Caribbean food; her friends; Tommy; Trystan.

⚠️- If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

Ethan: WARNING: My bark is worse than my bite, but my bark is pretty damn intimidating. Also, if you mess with my wife or daughter, the bite will be just as bad.

Kaycee: WARNING: Prone to breaking out into song at any random time. This will often include impromptu reenactions to Hamilton: The Musical or The Era's Tour.

Tobias: (Pre-Casey) WARNING: Voracious flirt who will follow through on that; but don't fall in love, because I'm bound to break your heart.

(Post-Casey) WARNING: Voracious flirt - it's just part of my DNA - I don't even know I'm doing it. But understand it means nothing, I've only got eyes for one.

Casey: WARNING: I'm bound to charm you. But if you're a hateful, bigoted asshole, or you fuck with my loved ones, that charm will go away REAL fast. Be warned.

Eli: WARNING: The stony exterior is just a protective device, but if I'm really scowling, it's probably best to stay away.

Zoe: WARNING: You may not be able to handle my level of badassery. The only thing I can't do - is cook. Oh, yeah, eat nothing I prepare.

Trystan: WARNING: Charming as fuck but capable of utilizing ancient Drakovian martial arts that will gut you in 3-2-1.....

Carolina: WARNING: Don't underestimate me. Ever.

Thanks again for asking, Dani!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Is Trent Crimm deeply disappointed that he missed the whole locker room scene where the team airs their “stop hogging Jamie” grievances or deeply relieved? On the one hand, reporter instincts for a good story, on the other hand his own morals would never let him put it I the book, massive (reporter/writer) blue balls.

re: Jamie Hogging Ask- some days ago on the Colin/Jamie post, you mentioned that you'd daydreamed out a bit of an AU where Jamie ended up dating a whole section of the team on some sort of rotation schedule. I assume that there was some dramatic locker room scene where they all hashed out that they felt it was unfair that only Colin on the team got to date him. I assume Trent was no longer hanging around the locker rooms at this point (but who knows, he may be a fixture now. also it could be mid season 3 when this all goes down, idk). But he still has the instinct to know when a really good/interesting story is around. On the one hand, he knows his conscience won't let him publish the level of ridiculousness that Richmond can sink to. On the other hand, it would be really really funny to write a whole chapter on the way that this was negotiated out, and also that a google calendar/groupchat was created specifically for coordinating who gets to monopolize Jamie and when.

Ooh, love the way you think, nonny!

If Trent weren’t around for all that he’d be massively disappointed, I think. Yes, as a (former) journalist he’s driven to share the truth, but I think he’s even more driven to know the truth. He can keep quiet when he has to – see: Colin kissing Michael – but realizing he’s missed out on Something Good? Ah, no, that’ll drive him nuts.

But now that you’ve suggested it, I am convinced he was there. Admittedly, in my head this whole thing goes down quite some time after the S3 finale, but that’s not a problem! Even though the book’s both written and published, I’m sure Trent finds plenty of reasons to stop by Nelson Road for a visit. He’s a Diamon Dog now, right? Gotta drop in for the weekly barking session! (Ted Zooms in sometimes, which is always a treat.) Besides, Trent grew very fond of the whole team while he was there, and though he gets most of the gossip from Colin – they obviously stay in touch, Trent knows all about the Jamie situation – he still wants to hear the coaches’ takes on everything that goes on, hang out with the rest of the lads for a bit. So, yeah, he’s there.

I think he might write the chapter, actually – knowing full well he can’t ever publish it, but needing to put it down even so. Get it out of his system, somehow. Also, it gives him a chance to indulge in all the (affectionate!) sarcastic and wry little comments he dutifully left out of the actual book!

Say Trent’s showed up one morning before practise while everyone’s getting changed and let’s say Roy shows up with Jamie and sort of hand him over to Colin and Colin and Jamie start enthusiastically making plans for the evening and maybe it’s Jan Maas who notes that “It’s not actually fair Roy and Colin both get to date Jamie when no one else does.”

As Roy stares at him incredulously and Dani pipes up. “I agree with Jan. It makes me happy to see you together, but it also makes me sad”, Trent’s spidersense is not only tingling but absolutely exploding and he discreetly pulls out his notebook and start jotting things down as fas as he can while the room unravels before his very eyes:

JT says he’s willing to date anyone who wants to date him, if OK with RK, KJ & CH. They are.

Explicitly wants in: Jan Maas, Dani Rojas, Jeff Goodman, Paul Reynolds, Bhargava, Sasha Kukoč.

Suspect might want in but didn’t say: Potentially everybody but Sam, but especially Arlo Dixon and Martin de Maat.  

Bumbercatch volunteers to sort out a calender & group chat bc better if it’s someone who doesn’t want to date Jamie, make sure it’s fair.

CH pleased MB doesn’t want to date JT?

McAdoo claims first date even though he doesn’t actually want to date Jamie, bc his right & duty as captain to make sure it’s ok for everyone else. JT: “What? The fuck do you mean, why wouldn’t it be ok?” IM: “I’m the captain, and I say this is happening.” JT: “Fine, but you’re taking me somewhere fancy and you’re paying.” IM: “Just to be clear, we’re not having sex.” JT: “This is the worst date I’ve ever been on and we haven’t even been yet.”

JT questions why Sam doesn’t want in on the schedule and seems offended on principal when SO explains that JT is his best friend and not some one he wants to date. JT pouts until SO offers to take him out on friend dates.

Cockburn also wants to go on friend dates with JT.

Brief but heated discussion if friend dates & boyfriend dates should be different schedueles and if it’s OK to sign up for both. CH’s attempts to question how friend dates is different from just being friend and hanging out from time to time is shut down.

Tom O’Brien wants to know if he can sign up for a date with Jamie, Keeley and Roy. RK stares at him for 1 good minute before saying “No.”

Discussion about the etiquette of not wearing Jamie out if he’s scheduled to have another date soon after your date with him.

JG: But we don’t have to check in with everyone else if we want to sleep with him, right? RK: You better fucking check in with him. B: I don’t think I want to know what anyone else is doing. JM: Yeah, that’d be weird. JT: I don’t think anyone else should get to decide if I have sex with someone or not. RK: *clears his throat meaningfully* JT: I mean, as long as Roy and Keeley and Colin don’t mind.

That’s just the first page of Trent’s notes, btw, they go on for like four more, practice is delayed by at least an hour. Keeley follows the whole thing on video call (obvs they had to run it by her before handing Jamie out to everyone who wants a piece). Rebecca stops by, blinks once and then nopes the hell out of this madness. Nate wonder if he ought to sign up for a date with Jamie, if everyone else is doing it, but he doesn’t think Jade would approve.

Colin can’t quite let go of the notion that maybe this means he could date Bumbercatch, Roy questions his sanity every other second, and Jamie is living his best life (and is delighting in the fact that the next time he sees Roy and Keeley, they are going to make very sure Jamie knows where he ultimately belongs).

[abubblingcandle]

Words how about hurt, boot, bed?

Thank you love!!! These are all from the next chapter of ATRDM because I got thinking about it again today and have made myself sad so am now also going to make everyone else sad too lol

Boot(s) - Ch5

“It’s not good,” Roy sighed. “No it’s fucking not. And I was trying. My fucking boots, Dani’s fucking liquor, that fucking song,” Jamie continued, tears welling up in his eyes and his breathing becoming haggard. “And then, he gave me one of those little green toys,” Jamie cackled. Good job Phoebe was dead to the world because that bark of laughter could have woken up the whole floor.

Hurt - Ch5

When Jamie screamed at Roy, Roy took the blows and hit back. Jamie looked like the ref had just stepped in to call the fight. Roy had delivered a knockout blow and there was no cheering or feeling of victory. Roy felt hollowed out, he had gone in with a spoon and scooped out every emotion and unleashed the torrent on Jamie. And Jamie had stood battered by the storm and who’s pale and lax face was now the picture of hurt.

Bed - Ch9

There was a faint bark on the other end. “Oh sorry buddy, sorry nap again I’ll keep my voice down,” Jamie shushed and there was the sound of movement on the sheets. “That doesn’t explain why he’s on your bed,” Roy prompted although he’s pretty sure he knows where this is going. “I mentioned a few days ago that it was lonely in Manchester and having a dog would make it less lonely and then Champ licked my face and I fell in love and Premier League money can get you a lot of things done quickly,” Jamie rambled quietly.

Those sprints got me 1044 words of just pure hurt 😭

[atopvisenyashill]

atp i’m kinda fifty fifty on whether dany goes genuinely dark or whether she does similar fucked up shit (ie burning KL, sacking cities with the dothraki, & killing aegon vi) before attempting some level of redemption (in her eyes & her followers eyes) by going out in an ultimately useless attempt to destroy the others. like. i think the idea that she goes out trying to stop the tide of others (probably near the trident) and her people & maybe the riverlands are touched but the north is just kinda like “that was functionally useless & also she did still fuck up the crownlands” would fit george’s idea of “light and dark both” while also fitting with the general anti war, anti violence stances of the book.

because…part of why i don’t think she ever goes north or plays a huge part in the long night is because i think that “dany destroys the others with her blood magic dragons that george has compared to nukes” doesn’t really fit with the story? i think it’s notable that jon treats ghost like a genuine, beloved pet and not a war machine & all the violence ghost has done has been his own love of jon - my dog has barked at people when he can tell i’m uncomfortable! they’re good at picking up at our underlying emotions - and this is similar to summer as well. bran explicitly forgets to treat summer as a war machine bc he’s too busy enjoying the feeling of running & hunting and doing wolf things! vs robb is implied to use grey wind to kill & it’s part of why he eventually sends grey wind away - he’s unsettled by the violence he’s caused & made grey wind cause. i think when arya gets back to the riverlands, it’s not just her mother’s violence she will have to contend with, it’s nymeria’s as well! vs dany…explicitly wants to use the dragons to conquer. so going out in a blaze of glory that does nothing to change the tide of the war, the last scion of house targaryen trying and failing to escape the clutches of a prophecy that has plagued her family for hundreds of years but at least she tries to escape unlike her family…fits with where i think characters like tyrion & jaime are going where the point is even though they do genuinely evil shit, they at least attempt a breakaway even if it’s not wholly successful.

i reserve the right to wildly change my mind on this as i keep reading tho!!! it’s just where i’m feeling in asos. she is very similar to tyrion in that she is very much of her house & embodies her house’s weaknesses & sin while also having its strengths. and given that george is very fond of tyrion and has mentioned being fond of dany…i know a lot of us bitch about how it feels like tyrion won’t get a proper “comeuppance” for like, the sheer amount of sexual abuse he partakes in bc george doesn’t have as great of an idea of consent as the average person under 50 does rn or even like, the average woman/gay has lol, and i’m wondering if he’ll do some similar “an attempt at an eleventh hour redemption” thing with her.

[respect-the-locals]

This is *somewhat* similar to the bracelet I posted about yesterday, except it's completely different. The Fahlo bracelet didn't come with any shark tracking information (because they messed up and sent me a dolphin instead, which is fine but a shark would have been better). Anyways, this bracelet I bought for myself!! It was bought in 2021 at a time when I was looking for something that I could preserve some of my mother's ashes inside of. I had no idea this was what I wanted until it popped up in my feed on Instagram one day, and I knew then that it was the perfect way ❤️.

-- It's call a Legend Bracelet! As you can see by the bracelet, and as you'll see described in the second photo, "One capsule is empty - fill it with sand / earth or something meaningful. The other capsule - comes filled with sand / earth from an area in the world we are helping to protect. A reminder to stay connected to the endangered places and species around the world."

In the case of my bracelet, a piece of ghost netting fills the other side. Ghost nets are responsible for countless shark fatalities. They get tangled in the nets and drown, because they are unable to move. Majority of sharks need to be constantly moving to keep water flowing over their gills.

"Crafted from eco & vegan friendly materials. Made from the bark of cork trees."

What you DON'T see described is this,

"The process helps extend the tree’s life expectancy and increases it's CO2 absorption."

AND

"Up to 50% of profits donated to charities fighting to protecting the environment & endangered species."

My specific bracelet helps to protect the sharks!🦈 Obviously, sharks are animals I'm pretty passionate about. Follow Your Legend has partnered with the Bimini Shark Lab to "help save sharks and protect our oceans"

The COOLEST part about my bracelet is that it came along with not only a sticker, BUT ALSO information about a Tiger Shark named Dani! (Ironically Tiger Sharks are my absolute favorite species of shark. So bonus points!) Through the card provided, (and the QR code on the back) I am able to access both information about Dani herself and tracking information about her whereabouts!🦈

*Unfortunately, with this being bought in 2021, her tracker has either fallen off or something terrible has happened 😔 because there have been no current further updates on her.*

Regardless though, as sad as that may be, I'm still super happy to have bought and contributed to the efforts of Legend Bracelet! There are numerous other bracelets that support different causes/animals and I'd encourage everyone to look into them!!🙌😁