#💔 my ears feel itchy

[lowcallyfruity]

I put in new earrings bc I haven’t been wearing them for 2 weeks and I don’t want it to close,,,and mannnn I can already tell I’m gonna wake up with my ears all red and itchy 😭😭😭😭

[kat1473]

“if you don’t love me..why are you still here?”

A/N: Another angsty rhalicent One- shot. Mothers are fighting💔 Felt like this is what their fight would’ve been like a least a lil. love me a good argument between besties 👯

Summary: Rhaenyra finds out about alicent and (Her father) The king and flips out.

Warnings: angst, swear words, arguing, slight slut shamming(heat of the moment), religious ideology, begging, blood, mean rhaenyra(js been betrayed), sad alicent, suicidal ideation

Word Count: 1k

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Rhaenyra knew this would happen. Deep down she knew. She could feel how her once beloved friend was pulling away. How in the months following her mothers death Rhaenyra was left alone not only by her father but also by her friend while they enjoyed each others company uncaring of the betrayal they had been committing.

The princess could feel her heart lighting aflame burning her from the inside; when she had heard of her father’s plan to marry her only friend. The only comfort and solace she’d found during those harsh times now tainted by the knowledge of their betrayal.

She could never look at her the same. Never feel the same. Her heart once filled with love and affection for someone she had considered innocent. Untouched by the ambitions of the iron throne; filled with an intense rage that compelled the princess to flea the counsel room as fast as she her stuttering legs and pacing heart could take her.

She could feel the suffocating sensation of her lungs burning with the need to take in more air. Her skin feeling itchy and damp under the golden dress with red accents she wore. Her eyes were blurry when she arrived to her chambers; Ears muffled only hearing the harsh beating of her heart as she tried to take in as much air as possible.

Loud fast paces following her interrupted her blazing thoughts as the princess turned to find the very person who’s caused it all. Every harsh breath. Every harsh thump of her heart. Every tear that fell. The one she could blame stood before her. “How could you!” She yelled voice vibrating off the stone walls of the red keep.

“Rhaenyra please…” Alicents brown eyes filled with anxious tears while her hands tore as each other drawing blood as she begged her once friend for understanding. For the chance to explain herself. “What! What could you possibly have to say to explain yourself.” The princess gave her no such chance.

“How could you possibly explain how you’ve used me and my position to get what you wanted.” The dragon princess moved closer her red eyes burning with the might of a thousand flames as her chest rose with furious intensity. “Tell me! Tell me how you’ve whored yourself out to my father, while pretending to be my friend using my idiotic heart to get one step closer to the iron throne.”

The hightower lady flinched at the harsh words too stunned to respond as the dragon blew its harsh flames at her, suffocating her with both hurt and hate. The hightower could Only compose herself enough to choke out, “I had no choice, Rhaenyra! Please.” Tears now openly falling from her face as she bit her cracked lips enough to draw blood; the sight only serving to entice the dragon in its attack in need for a taste. If she could not have her love Rhaenyra thought as her gaze saw the red substance pool out. Then she would have her blood.

“I trusted you! I believed you! I loved you; and you’ve betrayed me in the worst of ways.” The princess now yelling as she stepped closer to her only friend watching as she cried and tore at her hands as she’s seen her do thousands of times.

This time her being the cause and instead of feeling guilt the dragon allowed it to fuel the flames inside ready for another strike. She could feel the heat coming from herself especially now during the chilling evenings of spring.

She could feel as the fire inside her begged to be fed. She could feel the flames dance with anger and grief at this betrayal. So she did the only thing she knew to do. She blew her dragon flame; Needing Alicent to feel the same burning flames that were thrust upon her veins burying her alive in the heat. Needing her to feel the same pain caused by the hell they’ve been thrust upon.

“I hate you.” She sneered eyes filled with so much rage as the girl stood across from her bleeding and crying unable to move, breathe, let alone look away as the moment she’d been dreading had been thrust upon her.

Alicent desperate tearing at her hands with tears running down her face felt as though the sky was falling. She could feel it as clear as day. The father is coming for her. To tear her down for this betrayal; deccending from the gods to crush her mortal self as punishment for this injustice.

Alicent threw herself to her knees grasping at any bit of salvation as she could feeling the fabric of her only friend’s dress. Not daring to look up at the shadow that was formed by the princess looming over her. She looked at the material in her hands instead.

Red. she could see the red threads running through the dress creating a new form of dragons on the fabric. Red. She could see her bloodied fingers grasping desperately at what she could no longer call hers. Red. She could feel her knees scraping against the hard stone floors wet with the thick substance of blood. Red. That’s all she saw in the eyes of her old friend red with fury at her actions. “please…please please just let me explain rhae-“ she choked.

“Do not speak my name!” Red blazing fire burned her head to toe, she could feel the flames consume her. “Please princess. I beg of you.” Red. She could feel the blood in her flushed face no doubt snot and tears staining it as she tried to beg for forgiveness with eyes red and panicked.

Looking for anything any semblance of mercy left in the princesses gaze. Only to find nothing there. She could not see the princess she once knew; she only saw a dragon. One with its mouth wide open ready to set aflame and devour anything in its way…..

Alicent was left alone bloodied and on her knees staring up at the blazing sun the shadowy figure had revealed when it left. The soft breeze drying the tears that stained her face as she sat there feeling as though time had stopped and the world had ended. She could not move. Could not breathe. Could not think. All she could do was sit there on her knees and wait for death to finally kiss her. As her old friend once had.

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 26 !!!

bwaaaaa dum 🥁🥁🥁🥁

(that's my version of the intro you're welcome)

The Bad Batch 2x06

Tech is a pro at creating chain codes at this point 💅

"there's something off about this place" bc you can sense it in the force??

GUNGI GUNGI GUNGI 😭💕🤲

Gungi hearing Echo's voice 💔

Echo's turn for the dramatic sigh count lol

lmao Hunter saying "problem?" like its nbd like he can't probably hear/feel them running around out there 💀

"they're with us" Hunter you dropped this 👑

WHO BOUGHT GUNGI 😡

LIGHTSABER !!! 👀

their reactions to him being a jedi 🥲

Gungi's hesitation to get on the ship with them 😭

the batch understanding he's traumatised- I'm 🖐😭

Hunter in dad mode 👌

"my wookiee is a little rusty" Hunter ilysm 💕💕

Hunter says "you catch that?" to Tech... but when they get to Kashyyyk Wrecker is speaking shyriiwook ... 🤔

Hunter's hand on Echo's shoulder while they're discussing what to do with Gungi 🥲

"I say this as a star wars fan but can we stop going to kashyyyk" ~ Zanny - go check out his youtube !!!

Wrecker sharing his food with Gungi !!! 🤲😭

Hunter telling Gungi to hide his "laser sword" and putting his hand on his shoulder 🥺

Wrecker's "woah" seeing the bug things real !!

Gungi teaching them about the animals 💕

Gungi's toof 💕

I wonder if Hunter's senses is a bit like psychometry 🤔

trandoshans are always the bad guys in this show why did I ever question cid ???

Gungi runs out and Hunter's dad mode kicks in and immediately follows him 🥺

Omega checking on Gungi 🤲

the batch really worked through the whole night to save the planet from burning 👑👑👑👑

I WANT ONE OF THE BIG EAR MONKEY DOGS

Yanna 💕👑 welcoming Gungi 😭

every word Hunter understands of Shyriiwook makes my life 🤲🥲

"Jedi or not he's still a child, he needs his people" I'm not crying you're crying

regs ily 😘

the difference in Echo and Wrecker seeing the wookiee water 🤭

are the wookiees all force sensitive or its more like in blue avatar where they can talk to the trees? absolutely love this either way 💕

"they're talking to the trees?" Omega is so fascinated about everything 🥺🤲

"the... trees have a plan? Alright whatever they say" Hunter love your work as always

Wrecker doing the wookiee roar 👌👑

these bug guys make me itchy but they're heroes fr 🙌

"where did the kids go" Hunter was born to have multiple kids 💕

the fire animation has come so far fr one of the biggest animation glow ups 💅

Wrecker speaking shyriiwook !!! 👀

Echo tasting the wookiee water !! and him cheers-ing with the wookiee 🥺 so proud of him

Tech getting up to translate for Hunter 💕

Omega and Gungi talking to the trees together 🥺😭

"perhaps one day we all will find a new path" ~ Yanna said this but Tech translated and hearing him say it just kinda hits different 🥲

"hopefully one far away from war" ~ Hunter but this one also hits different, because me, a star wars fan, knows what is coming and it haunts me every day 💔😭

I love this episode so much I'm so glad Gungi is safe 🤲 I really hope his other little youngling/padawan friends are too, my girl Katooni 💕

huge thanks to everyone who is still following along with my ilysm 🥰 y'alls are the best 🙏

[thedickgraysonrp]

Thematic Headcanons // hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit (and/or) hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience?

Thematic Headcanons

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

I have this headcanon about Dick's first time returning to Haly's Circus after his parents' death. I imagine he couldn't bring himself to do it until years later, after he became Robin. He was frustrated that all he could remember was that night and that anger, so he just asked Alfred to drive him there one night, when he felt ready to face it.

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Dick stepped in through the threshold of Haly's circus big top, the entrance flap closing behind him as his hands returned to the pockets of his bomber jacket. It was quiet and empty; so silent, in fact, that Dick could hear his own pulse replacing the usual sound of uproaring applause in his ears. The center stage illuminated by spotlights, and all the performers are gone. This was supposed to feel like home. Now all it felt like was a crime scene.

He hasn't been here for years, yet all he could remember was the police's yellow tape. The blood, disgustingly warm against the palms of his trembling hands as he tried to shake them awake. The silence, returned, as he screamed their names. Their empty expressions as they looked right back at him as he cried, his tears soiling the stained ground. The cold of their paling skin, the stiffness of their contorted bodies.

He tasted blood. He had been biting onto his lower lip so strongly that he didn't feel he nicked himself. Reaching to wipe the red away, he let his lungs release a shuddered breath. He was angry, melancholic even, he felt all those emotions stir in him and make him restless. It was a different feeling than his itchy feet, or the need to release pent up energy. It was hot in his stomach and it made him nauseous, but at the same time it fueled him in a way no other experience could. He wanted to kick something, his foot tapping the ground restlessly, or maybe shout.

He didn't come here to stoke the flames that were already there; it wasn't the initial intention, though he wasn't sure why exactly he came here to begin with. If all he could recall was the memories of that night, why would he want to be back here so badly? Maybe Bruce was right. Maybe he wasn't ready. Not yet.

His big, blue eyes looked up at the platforms and bars above, tied idly to the posts up high. An instinct overtook him, an acrobat's calling ruminated from the depths of his mind. He found his body acting on its own as he barely willed it to step forward, and climb up that ladder to the upmost platform.

A single spotlight lit the area as he finally reached his destination, standing where his parents once stood with him before. What were their last thoughts before getting on the platform? Did they sense this was their final act? He felt the brushing of his mother's hand against his shoulder, and the flash of her painted, tender smile flashed in his thoughts. She must have been happy, Dick thought, to have me at her side that night.

Dick reached for the bars, untying the knots, letting the bars swing and hang in their right placement so high above the ground. He took hold of the first, feeling the firm handle under his firmer fingers. His father always told him to perform every time like it was his last. To dazzle, to wow; the crowd always wanted something new. He laughed every time he said that. He could hear it now, echoing in his ears.

He took off his jacket and shoes, stepping towards the edge of the platform, holding the first bar in his hands. Poised to perfection, his body never forgot its teachings. A phantom touch of his mother's against his lower back. 'Straighten your posture, sweetheart,' her voice—he didn't forget it after all, 'Chin up, shoulders firm, back straight. Smile. You are my shining little star.' His lips pulled into a smile, and as if that very phantom touch pushed him, his feet left the platform and he swung.

Gaining momentum, he knew exactly where the second bar was, closer since he didn't have a catcher this time around. He recalled the endless hours training the bars with his father, how urgently sore his muscles felt and the aching that followed at times. His father was a tough but kind, and he knew his limits; he pushed them every session anew. He used to motivate him with the promise of candy, or giving him allowance for the arcade if they were in a city. He remembered that one time there was a film festival at the same time they arrived to one of the cities, and they had a special screening of Charlie Chaplin's The Circus and his father took him out to see it. How hard they laughed that night.

His fingers let go of the bar and launched towards the second, uplifting himself to soar higher in the air. 'My little Robin,' his mother used to call him, it's what inspired his vigilante name. Every time she saw him in the uniform colors, flying in the air like a bird in the sky, she reminded him of Robins. They were her favorite bird.

He caught the second bar, making a half turn to face the first bar yet again. He felt his body getting lighter with every memory restored, every phantom sensation imprinted, the crumbs of his childhood finally making a whole again. It swelled him, his heart felt ten times its size as it beat inside his rib cage—oh, how full it felt!—and it wasn't due to the exertion of the late hour or the sudden acrobatic exercise. No, his body was at peak condition. It was his mind that was starting to hear.

He took his time, swinging from bar to bar, performing tricks and maneuvers only an acrobat of his expertise could perform. No crowd, no cheering, no music. Only a single spotlight and an acrobat gliding gracefully in the air, each movement freeing his muscles and joints more by the minute, remembrance stitching gaping wounds in his head together.

How long was he up here? His hands started to hurt, his palms faltering in their grip for a moment. He could easily swing back to the platform, make another spin in the air before making a solid landing and giving a bow to the invisible crowd. Did his parents feel the rope tearing, how the suspension faltered mid air? Did their hands sweat, did they think of death? He wanted to know what it was like. He had to feel it. Once again, pushing himself through the air, he swung the bar - and let go.

He fell. It took seconds, and all the air sucked out of his lungs in an instant as the peppermint stripes of the tent rushed in front of him. He could feel the force of the fall, the gravity pulling him in, and another moment he would be in shambles on the ground. Reunited with his parents, in same fashioned death.

But his body shifted, and he maneuvered himself just right mid-air, tucking in his legs and coming to a softer landing on the ground, his legs unbuckled as he his body rolled and tumbled to spread the force of impact. His feet hurt, his body ached a little, he might have even broken a bone—but he was alive. He hit the wall of the center ring with a soft oomph, and oxygen filled his lungs once again.

Silence. He slowly shifted, his clothes sullied with dirt and dust, some smeared across his face. He looked at the floor, his hands, his knees. Tears began to stream down his cheeks, and his body shuddered as he covered his face with his hands. He was alive. Just like his parents would have wanted.

He finally knew why he came here. No, it wasn't to move on. Not yet. He may never be ready for that. He was here to grieve.