#Ben Burden

[disregardcanon]

thinking about how desperately the yellowjackets are still trying to slot each other and themselves into these clean little boxes even years later. “lottie’s the crazy one” even though they all are. “misty’s the violent one” even though they all are. “nat’s the one with a fucked up romantic past that keeps hurting her years later” but they all are. “shauna’s the one who lost a baby” even though they all are. “tai’s the one that clawed her way through life despite the difficulties” even though they! all! are!

[fist-of-vengeance]

today i was struck by the divine realization that if ben linus had an animal form (fursona?) it would be that devious rabbit from the secret life of pets

do with this information what you will.

[talagalaxies]

After the finale, I realized that Qimir and Ben have more in common than I thought; visual parallels aside. Both are way toooo gentle to Osha and Rey respectively, to these woman who are their adversary. They are attracted by their force power, the potential they hold.

Both want these women to be their student, and I'm highkey sure they don't want them to be their student student, but as a companion. For them wanting to be a master to these women--aka being superior than them--they treated them as equals. Really proves my point, isn't it?

They are lonely. They want a connection, a relationship. The reason why they seek a student because that's the only dynamic they know of what a relationship be like, the ones they experienced an emotional and social bond with. And these men want more of that. [a special case for ben for he has a living breathing family but that's not the point here].

Part of that is because they're being shunned or betrayed by their jedi master. Qimir is definitely afraid of Venestra in the season finale; she scarred him after all. Ben is afraid of Luke on the Crait sequence i read it somewhere he does; that old man tried to kill him after all. These experiences lead them not to seek refuge on the dark side, but to be disillusioned of the jedi as well.

The jedi path doesn't suit them, neither is a sith path. They're in the secret third thing, somewhere in between. They saw it, they're trained for it, they saw the flaw, they find it bullshit. They're having a hard time to conform to either side because they don't suit them so well. They seek a third path, but they need a companion to accompany them.

They started to knock some sense on these women on their faith on these people who hurt them [Osha: Jedi // Rey: Jedi, Han]. They're basically saying to the girls : "Why do you trust them? They HURT me. They'll hurt you too. You deserve better than that, wasting your time and energy to them."

Not just force potential these men got attracted to their respective love interests, but they empathized to them as well. They recognized the Ioneliness the girls have, their longing for a family, to have a mark on the galaxy. Because that's them as well. They said "I feel what you feel, trust me it's an unpleasant experience. But you don't have to feel that anymore. Let me be your companion, please. Together, we'll be less lonely, less loss."

[teleostuber]

have u ever drawn homicidal liu :0

Just trying to get his life back on track =_=

[astarion-ravengard]

ifan/fane ship name could be ifane and that's why they should be a thing.

[no-i-cant-decide]

The thing about today's episode that sticks out to me most is this Ben line: "I just need time to think." Everything that's happened has been one devastating thing after another with no breathing room, causing Ben to feel completely overwhelmed. This bombshell about Lexi getting adopted is dropped on him and it absolutely terrifies him that, after already losing so much, he could also lose his only child. He's already admitted to Callum that he's struggling to cope, and I bet now he feels like that's also admitting he isn't able to take care of his daughter. Then everyone is his life is trying to influence his opinion, guilt him and convince him that the adoption is a good thing, when all he really needs is time to consider it. Nobody is giving him the option of thinking about it for a few days before deciding. His loved ones all start suffocating him, one after the other, telling him he's wrong and coercing him into doing what Lola wants. All of his power feels like it's being taken away. Again. Like with Lewis and with Lola's cancer.

[cryptocollectibles]

Mystery Men 2 Issue Complete Set (1999) by Dark Horse Comics

Written by Bob Fingerman, drawn by Chris McLoughlin and Steve Moncuse.

[tomsmusictaste]

When As It Is said “I’ll show you flashes of colour and hide behind bouquets of lies,” and when As It Is said “you’re a fake as soon as the door closes you break,” and when As It Is said “the facade I invite to amble in my skin he isn’t me and he never will be me,” and when As It Is said

[sapphosboy]

I’m gonna sue Alice Osman for how fucking relatable Charlie is. It’s actually illegal and identity theft for her to do this to me

[i-love-ninjago-kai]

Don’t worry guys just crying over how unequivocally tragic Kai’s character is

[fractallogic]

Me: okay fine that was a frustrating colloquium boy do I hate white men who went to Harvard for their phds and think they’re hot shit because of it. fuck those guys. I hate computational linguistics. I hate people who think chatGPT is real and their models could possibly have communicative intent. Okay back to my office to wait for traffic to clear.

Me: holy shit 8 slack messages??? Wtf???? I was literally JUST on slack with my supervisor what happened

Me: oh it’s the “joined a new slack channel” spam I forgot to opt out of. And oh, a message from a guy about brainstorming

[flash back to the conference, where he was like “okay I’ll set up a slack channel for brainstorming about how to do this online conference—let’s be creative!!”]

Guy: yeah, well, we tried that last time and no one used it. So I don’t think that’ll work.

Me: I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH MEN I hate them all they’re all fucking useless and stupid and just want to shut me down

Also me: okay fuck I’m going home to play a video game full of men where I’m stuck on a part that is incredibly frustrating for me

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #4.

Writer: Peter David; Penciler: Mark Bagely; Inkers: John Dell and Andrew Hennessy; Colorist: Jason Keith; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[benadril]

People like me will never be happy because people like me doesn't deserve it

[danu2203]

AND, TO BEGIN OCTOBER...AMERICANA.

RODNEY CROWELL, BEN HARPER, DOLLY PARTON, ROSEANNE CASH, ERIC BURDEN, ROBERT PLANT.

AIN'T IT ODD THAT SOME OF THE BEST AMERICAN MUSIC IS BY TWO BRITS?

[bennitastisch]

i think i have covid

[the20thangel]

The Vow

Summary: Request: I was wondering if you could write something with Benji and Targaryen reader. She's like the apple of her parent's eye and nervous about marrying Benji and if he would be good to her. And loyal, like she's very scared that he would go and have bastards or mistress. She doesn't want an unhappy marriage. She's very insecure, and Benji reassures her that he will worship the ground she walks on and she will be the only one he ever beds.

word count: 1.9K

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As you stood before the mirror, your fingers fidgeted with the rings, a nervous habit inherited from your mother. You gazed at your reflection, a vision of beauty. Your luscious white hair was elegantly pulled into a loose bun, with a few strands delicately framing your round face. Your eyes, a mesmerizing shade of lilac, were accentuated with light makeup that made them stand out. You were adorned in a stunning, vibrant red gown with golden accents. Despite the maids' admiring sighs, you couldn't muster any excitement. 

 On the day of your wedding, your nerves were in a frenzy. Despite your parents' attempts to reassure you, you couldn’t shake off the worry. You knew little about the man you were about to marry. Lord Benjicot Blackwood, the young lord who fought bravely alongside his aunt Black Aly and Lord Cregan Stark during the war. You knew your mother owed her throne to them, and in gratitude, she had betrothed you to him. But all you heard were stories of Bloody Ben, a monster on the battlefield, and armies trembling at the lad's name. The weight of this uncertainty was a heavy burden on your heart. 

You were shocked when you heard the stories and the news of your betrothal. You couldn’t understand how your parents could ever give your hand to someone described like that. Then your father, King-Consort Daemon, explained to everyone in the public how he was known as the Rouge Prince, but they didn’t know his true self. He asked you if you believed in all the stories spread about him, which you vehemently denied. Your father was brash and rude when he talked to his enemies, but he was a protective dragon to his family, making sure his family was happy and safe. Your father smiled and said, then do not believe everything about Benjioct. Speaking in favor of the raven lord. You nodded, saying how you would try. 

Now, you weren’t worried about him being cruel. No, you were worried about him being unfaithful. Dragons, like your family, don’t do well when people try to steal things belonging to them. You were the same, and you worried that Benjicot would only see your marriage as a duty. Finding happiness, pleasure, and companionship in the arms of another. This fear of an unhappy marriage, of not being able to handle such a betrayal, was something that kept you awake at night, a constant source of anxiety. 

As your maids and handmaidens finished, your mother, Queen Rhaenyra, walked in. Gracing you with her beautiful smile, she walked behind you, embracing you as she kissed your cheek chastly. Holding you close to her made you smile and close your eyes in contentment. Your bond with your mother was stronger than any of your siblings. She could know your millions of thoughts from one glance at your face, so she held you tight to her, giving you the comfort you desperately wanted. 

“He’s a good lad, my sweet girl. Honorable, fierce, and just. He would rather feed himself to your dragon than betray you.” she whispered, trying to erase your fears. 

As you nodded, you didn’t know if you were a way to assure her or yourself into believing the statement. You wanted to believe in your parents' statements, but you were still worried. You hardly knew this man, and in a few minutes, you would be his wife. You would not only be a Princess but the new lady of House Blackwood. The pressure was building inside of you. As you finished readying yourself, a servant came in, letting the Queen and Princess know that the wolf's hour had arrived and it was time to start the wedding. 

Taking a deep breath, you wrap your arm around your mother’s arms as the two walk into Godswood, where the ceremony will be taking place. Today was a more intimate ceremony, since House Blackwood followed the ways of the First Men and Old gods. Your family decided to honor the Blackwoods by having a ceremony in the old ways, marrying infront of a hearttree. 

As you walked down the corridors to reach Godswood, your family slowly started coming together, each holding a torch to light the way. Once entering Godswood stood your future husband, bringing you a first surprise. Instead of wearing red and black, his house colors. Benjicot Blackwood stood infront of the hearttree wearing pure black with gold accents, completing your dress beautifully. As the Blackwood members turned to the Targaryen family, they couldn’t help but gasp at the sight, power, and beauty of the Valryians. 

Your family took the other side of the aisle while you and your father, Daemon, waited for the signal from Cregan Stark, who would officiate the ceremony. Once you saw the slight nod from the wolf lord, your father took your arm, giving your hand a light squeeze as you both began your trek down the aisle, meeting your betrothed in the middle. 

“ Who comes before the Old Gods this night?” 

Daemon straightened himself, presenting the daunting regal Targaryen he is; Princess (Name) of the House Targaryen comes here to be wed. A woman grown trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods.” 

Cregan nodded as he turned to Benjicot, who grinned at his beautiful bride. “ Who comes to claim her?” 

Benjicot inhaled as he stared at his future wife and good father, “Benjicot Blackwood, of House Blackwood, lord to Raventree Hall. 

“Who gives her?” asked Cregan, looking at both a Daemon and Rhaenyra. 

“Daemon Targaryen, Her father and King- Consort of the seven kingdoms of House Targaryen of Old Valyria, ” proudly stated Daemon. 

You smiled slightly, turning to look at your future husband. He was quite handsome and lean, but you can see the outline of muscles around his body. Benjicot noticed your staring and gave you a smirking grin, causing your face to heat up. 

Your staring is broken by Cregan asking you, “Name, do you take this man?” 

You gulped, feeling the nerves coming back. Glancing behind him, you saw how intently House Blackwood stared at you, causing the nerves to worsen. Benjicot, noticing this, frowned slightly. He knew his family could be intense and wished that he could glare to ease them back. You took a shaky breath, smiling wryly at Cregan first before turning to Benjioct, reaching out with your hand as you stated. 

 “I take this man.” 

Benjicot reached to take your hand, giving it a slight kiss, gracing you with a warm smile as Cregan asked the the Targaryen princess and Raven lord to kneel. Then asking for the group to stay silent for a few minutes for prayer.  As you and Benjicot kneeled in front of the hearttree, you stared at the crying face, asking the Old gods to please bless her marriage, that Benjicot remained loyal to her and her only. After a few minutes, the couple stood as Aly Blackwood stepped forward, providing the marriage cloak. Benjicot removed your maiden cloak passing it off, before he took the marriage cloak, cloaking you with the proud Blackwood sigil of the weirwood tree and ravens. As Benjicot stood infront of his beautiful wife, he took your face into his hands, caressing your reach as he leaned in. Kissing you with sweetness and softly sealing their union in the eyes of the Old gods. 

As the rest of both Blackwood and Targaryen families went back inside, Benjicot held your hand firm, singling you to stay. Tensing, you turned to your husband, trying your best to give him your best smile. 

Benjicot smiled, kissing your cheek, trying to ease your tension, “I was hoping that we could speak before heading inside, my princess.” 

You nodded, biting your bottom lip, wondering what he might want to speak about. 

Benjicot stared at you, trying to memorize your beauty under the moon light, his breath being constantly taken away. 

“I know our wedding came as a surprise to you and so quickly…we might not know each other, but I’m hoping this coming moon, we take the time to understand each other and what we expect from this marriage.” 

You froze, was this it? Was he going to tell you now that he was going to have a mistress in the marriage?

Benjicot seeing your demeanor, quickly comforted you. 

“No, sweet girl, I meant that I want this marriage to bring you happiness just like I feel.” 

These words confused you; tilting your head, you asked, “What do you mean, my lord?” 

Grinning, he brought a hand to your cheek, “Ever since I saw you during the war, I have been taken by you. You are beautiful and cunning. Your sharp wit and fearless dragon-riding skills made me admire you from afar. When your mother made the betrothal between us, I felt immense joy at the chance you be married to you. Alas, though, seeing your tension and nervousness around these past few days, I fear the rumors about me have made you weary of me.”  

You quickly shook your head. Taking his other hand and holding it close to your chest, you defended yourself. 

“No, my lord, I- the rumors are just that, rumors; my mother and father assured me that you are an honorable, dutiful, wonderful young man. I believe my parents would never agree to our marriage if you were not kind and respectful. I…” 

You paused, unsure how to go on the way to ask..command..plead for him to always stay loyal in your marriage, no bastards, no mistresses. Benjicot, seeing you hesitate again, placed his forehead on yours and took you into his arms. This caused you to gasp, having such an intimate gesture.

“Go ahead and ask my princess; I shall not get offended,” Ben requested, staring at your beautiful eyes. 

As you, too, stared at his stormy eyes, you saw the softness in them, “I- I only have one request, my lord, which I feel will make this marriage a truly happy one. I ask that you always stay loyal to me and our marriage. That you forsake the thought of mistresses.” 

Ben smiled at you, leaning down to place a kiss quickly before whispering for your ears only. 

“That is an easy promise. No other woman can ever compare to you, my beautiful dragon-riding wife. I would rather feed myself to all of your family’s dragons than ever think of betraying you. I will stay with you entirely until my last days, living with you, respecting you, comforting you, and fighting for you. I swear this on the old gods and new and the fourteen flames…So much I promise this, it was meant as a surprise but I want you to believe in my vow fully. I ask your parents that tomorrow we have a Valyrian ceremony, blood-bonding us together. Like your dragons usually bond one rider at a time and mate with one mate forever, I want to bind myself to you. That I may become yours forever.” 

As he finished his vows, he studied your shocked face. Hearing his vow to you made your heart beat faster, and you finally allowed happiness to bloom in your chest. Giggling, you leaned up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around your husband. Benjicot smiled into your kiss, continuing to kiss you a few minutes more before you stepped back a bit, staring at his eyes as you reached to trace the scar on his lip. You made your vow to him.

“I vow to love you and only you, Benjicot Blackwood, until the end of my days. I want to be blood-bonded with you.”