#Shelby Flint

[tfc2211]

Shelby Flint

[ellie88-blog-blog]

Dude is “The Stingiest Man in Town”!

"The Stingiest Man in Town" (1978) is a unique adaptation of the 1843 Charles Dickens tale, "A Christmas Carol."

There are many, MANY adaptations of the 1843 Charles Dickens story, A Christmas Carol. It’s my opinion that 2022’s twist on this classic “Spirited” and the 1993 “A Muppets Christmas Carol” are the best versions of this story to hit screens. We could argue back and forth about which of the 30 PLUS film and TV adaptations are the best, I can’t imagine that the Rankin/Bass addition to this…

[tackycute]

Shelby Flint sings her 1961 hit 'Angel On My Shoulder' from her 1966 Valiant album 'Cast Your Fate to the Wind'. The lyrics are in the video and listed below with some notes on the song. This is a redo of the earlier video for this song with mostly new images and the lyrics displayed differently than before. A viewer, Polly Burroughs, pointed out a mistake I made in the lyrics so this version corrects that mistake. [Vinyl/Lyrics/19-Images/WAV] Angel On My Shoulder (Singer: Shelby Flint) Got an angel on my shoulder Got a penny in my pocket And I found a four-leaf clover And I put it in my locket Wished on all the stars above me And I caught the nearest rainbow Gonna find someone to love me Gonna find someone to love Well I tossed a lot of nickels in a wishing well And saved the fortunes that the fortune cookies tell I got a lucky penny and a mustard seed But a warm and tender love is all I need And I want a love that lingers And is stronger through and through So I'm gonna cross my fingers That I find a boy to love me true Well I tossed a lot of nickels in a wishing well And saved the fortunes that the fortune cookies tell I got a lucky penny and a mustard seed But a warm and tender love is all I need And I want a love that lingers And is stronger through and through So I'm gonna cross my fingers That I find a boy to love me true And I'm gonna love him too Songwriter: Shelby Flint © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. [Lyrics from LyricFind] Wikipedia states: "Angel on My Shoulder" is a song written by Shelby Flint in 1960 and later recorded by the composer. The single reached No. 22 on the US Billboard Hot 100 singles chart in early 1961. Other versions were recorded by: Jerry Wallace (1960), Kathy Young (1961), Jimmy Young (1961), Pat Boone (1963), Gary Martin with The Blockbusters (1964),and Maureen McGovern (1992). The Cascades released a version of the song on their 1963 album, Rhythm of the Rain. Also, Merrilee Rush charted with her rendition in 1970, reaching #122 (US), and Joni Lee, daughter of Conway Twitty, hit #42 on the Billboard Country Singles chart, 1976. Shelby Flint (born September 17, 1939 in North Hollywood, California) is a singer-songwriter who had two top-100 hits, "Angel on My Shoulder" in 1961 and "Cast Your Fate to the Wind" in 1966. Her single "I Will Love You" appeared in the Variety T.I.P.S. (Tune Index of Performance and Sales) Top 100 in 1961. She has been a singer in several movies including Breezy, Snoopy, Come Home ("Do You Remember Me?" (Lila's Theme)) and Disney's The Rescuers. Among the songs she performed for The Rescuers, "Someone's Waiting for You" was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1977. In an April 1995 interview Joni Mitchell recalled that when she began making the rounds of the folk open mic circuit she wanted to sound just like Shelby Flint.

[abbyholmes]

What do you mean I have a type?

And the newest addition to my team of ‚fictional men with moral ambiguity and a tragic past that I‘m sure could get better if someone just loves and accepts them‘ I crush on, this mofo:

Yeah ok I have a type.

It’s characters with depth that one way or another break gender stereotypes and try to live on with Trauma and yes, most of them are also pretty hot. And super morally grey.

They‘re just interesting to me, okay?

(She said, happily married to the human equivalent of a golden retriever)

[of-fear-and-love]

Interiors of Derek Flint's house, from Our Man Flint (1966)

Art direction by Ed Graves, Jack Martin Smith Set decoration by Raphael Bretton, Walter M. Scott Set construction by Greg C. Jensen Sr.

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@shelbygraces

shut your bubble gum dumb dumb skin tone chicken bone google chrome no homo flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full blown monochrome student loan indiana jones over grown flint stone X and Y Chromosome friend zome sylvester stalone sierra leone auto zone friend zone professionally seen silver patrone big headed ASS UP You and your splotchy hair dye you can't ever choose what color you want, like make up your mind, lovejoys music is better then what you will ever make because you have made NOTHING against them you have been on YouTube for what over 10 years and almost 20 years? And your just now getting 100,00? Sad that just shows that your own 'supporters' aren't even supporting you and just sending absolute shit on us. For God's sakeI had a BLOODY TAMPON tell me to kms all because I had a Wilbur Soot costume you need to learn to control your subs everyone else can why can't you? With how far apart your eyes are I would be way to long to get from one eye to the other I would have to get a pit stop on your nose before anything, your fashion style is practically equivalent to a 7 year old girls closet. The only reason why they replace William with you in QSMP is because you would have never made it when everyone else got a invite, I'm surprised you even got the amount of support you have gotten because you weren't even known even after the relationship with Wilbur you only started getting your fame is because your a selfish little bitch that doesn't know when to stfu. On the selfishness side of you why didn't you give your fans the merch you absolutely promised them? Was it because you where too small of a creator even then to collaborate with someone? "I'd settle for a gun-" Yeah Wilbur we all would settle for the gun them having to hear her loud annoying voice, Shelby you wanted to say it's weird to be friends with minors because Wilbur was friends with tubbo and Tom when they were kids still but your in your early 30S AND FRIENDS WITH AIMSEY WHEN SHE WAS A MINOR you hypocrite "He had a ant infestation" Oh? Now did he? I would like proof on that. Or if I'm gonna be honest you probably don't even have proof like EVERYTHING ELSE and if you did have proof you would have showed it in the first stream. Wil said that he has many different pieces of proof showing you consented but he's not showing them for YOUR OWN PRIVACY AND SAFETY. " hello! My name is Shubble and welcome bsck to my channel" YOU SOUND LIKE STITCH IN YOUR INTROS WTF?? AND YOUR INTRO VOICE LITERALLY HASNT CHANGED IN THE PAST SIX DAMN YEARS? GET CREATIVE MAKE SOMETHING NEW. "I have alot of opinions about sounds in minecraft, what are the best sounds, what are the worst sounds" 1. Damn right you have opinions i think its obvious with the amount of time you have come out with almost every single popular ex of yours and there's suddenly something that went wrong in every damn one. 2 you are the worst sound not just on minecraft but in mankind. 3 William gold has the most iconic and funny ass minecraft sounds. "Just another thrift hall!" Why? Because you can't afford full priced clothing? "I will not be dying mu hair anymore" Then why the hell is your hair orange rn? Me and MULTIPLE people thought you weren't gonna say anything about ILGWIS because the song it literally directed towards how shitty you are/had been but NO you had the clout Shelby, you had to piss people off like me. "Stream my stream instead" Yeah that's all we can do because one again you have no music to stream. Fuck you Shelby, you clout chasing bitch.

VICTIM MORTALITY AND FREEDOM OF SPEECH

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

LO, REAPER aka Red Rising thoughts

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Lettsss GOoooOOooOOoO

I like how ruthless Darrow is. I was reading a review about the book and one person was like "the MC is too intense and cruel. I can't continue to read the series." Meanwhile I'm sitting here like

Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders and Captain Flint from Black Sails are two of my favorite characters ever; if you know then you know. I won't say I like cruelty in characters, but I find the capacity for cruelty to be fascinating in characters we are supposed to be rooting for. Darrow grows to care for some of these people and I actually think he cares for less people than readers think at this point. He knows that to be an effective leader you must be feared AND loved and he almost seems to FAKE his care for most of them. It doesn't stop him from taking steps on his mission. The fact that (DON'T CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG) I believe Darrow will not only be a Peerless Scarred, but an Iron Gold by the end of this story is exciting. He's a great MC. I also like moody, broody characters so LMAO he fits the bill.

Sevro is a baby boi. A feral baby boi, but a baby boi. The fact that he's like this little wild child that runs around in a smelly wolf pelt stabbing people's eyes out and follows Darrow so loyally is endearing. I want to know more about where he comes from.

Especially at the end when Darrow had Sevro cut together the footage of the invasion at the Institute and when he heard Darrow say "bloody damn" Sevro was whistling like "its so crazy, the wind was just so LOUD and it was just HARD to make out your words so I just....DELETED them. 😇" I'm like you CHEEKY LITTLE BOI! He knows exactly what's going on and has respect and love for Darrow despite it. Without him and his Howlers, many of Darrow's plans wouldn't have been able to happen.

I don't like Cassius. Never did. I understand his plight and I'm empathetic in a way because his brother was killed. He sees Darrow as manipulative because they were close so he feels...betrayed I guess? However...didn't he also kill someone in The Passage? And joked about it? So...

I think he's an INTERESTING character, I won't lie. I look forward to his arc, but at the moment I don't like him. Wait til he finds out Darrow is a RED kekekekekekekekkekekeke

Jackal is crazy, don't know too much about him though besides his lineage. I knew he would cut off his own hand, there was no way he WASN'T with the hints here and there throughout the story. I do know this boi is going to be a problem tho.

Roque is interesting, still don't know much about him. I was happy he wasn't dead though. He seems to be valuable on the intelligence front so I wonder if he will come into play when doing tactical planning in the future. I'm on the fence with Tactus because I thought he was going to have to be killed like Titus (I also GASPED when we found out). Even after the whipping incident, I'm wary about him because I could see him being

A.) Loyal as fuck

B.) Betraying snake

So, we'll see. I kiiiiinda like him, but I'm also fully prepared to be disappointed by him XD

Mustang... O, Mustang. I don't think she's been developed super well but I like her only because I was like Darrow and thought once we found out her lineage that she had betrayed them all. When we found out she was the Jackal's twin sister I literally smacked my forehead and was like

But she pulled up with him bound up and I was so shocked that she got a +2 with me from that alone. I look forward to her character development.

Lots of people say this book is one of the weakest which is good news I suppose. At first I wasn't fully on board how great Darrow was at everything but ya know...? I remember feeling the heat of rage before about something much less important as Darrow's loss and I was like ya know what, ok. I get it. I can suspend some disbelief here that maybe his rage (which is something I like, that he has anger issues) CAN fuel him further than others. My man shanked Apollo in the eye while they were grappling mid air. I mean DAMN bro.

I have high expectations and Book 1 was good.

On to Book 2!!

Side note: I wanted him to go be with Lorn au Arcos at the endddddddddd not Nero. EWWWwwwWWwww

Side, side note: I want to see an Iron Rain SOOOO BADDDDDD

Side, side, side note: I have a bad feeling about Karnus, Jackal and Cassius. I really do.

[pastanest]

A/N: so @otteropera as promised, here’s your tag for another one, but fair warning…it’s a lil angsty to begin with 👀

Jon Snow x she/her!reader

Someone’s Waiting For You

The sound of the bedroom door slamming jolts the young boy’s rigid form, his little hands balled into shaking fists at his sides as his eyes burn with tears. Unfortunately, the closed door does little to shield Jon Snow from the argument that started the day he was brought to Winterfell.

“You cannot expect me to treat your mistake as anything but!” Lady Catelyn Stark’s voice is pained and furious.

“It is not the boy’s fault, do not treat him as the one to blame!” Lord Eddard Stark jumps to his son’s defence, though even that is a rarity. 

Little fists still shaking at his sides, the young boy marches over to his bed and all but throws himself into it, burying his head under the furs to try and muffle the voices that continue to battle each other beyond his bedroom walls. Despite having not long past his sixth name day, Jon Snow is so accustomed to this exact situation that his tears do not fall, they refuse in a great act of defiance. Lady Catelyn will not get the satisfaction of besting him, not this night. All it would take was the smallest wrongdoing on Jon’s part, on a day when Catelyn was more irritated than she normally would be by the mere breaths that passed his lips, and she would disgrace his very existence. He knows he has not done something that was wrong enough to deserve a verbal onslaught as harsh as this one, his father reassures him of that, but that does not make it easier for a little boy to understand.

Only when Jon can no longer hear the angered voices of his father and the mother he can never have, does he lift his head from beneath his furs and kick his legs until they hang off of the side of the bed, dangling in the air because he is not quite tall enough to reach the floor just yet. Stepping down onto the cold stone, Jon takes the few slow steps necessary to reach his bedroom window. It is too late for any of the townsfolk to still be bustling outside, Winterfell has descended into a peaceful rest, nobody else disturbed by the feud that lives within his family, because of him, he feels. Staring up at the stars, little Jon is certain that such bright, wonderful and out of reach things simply must be the Gods, that must be where they sit. On their glistening thrones, watching over the rest of the world below. Jon wishes he could join them, he wonders how much quieter the world must seem from up there.

“I…do not wish to disturb you, Gods, but…” Jon begins, his voice timid, shaky even, and barely above a whisper in volume. The Gods must be able to hear him, he thinks, they can hear everything. He nods to himself, dark curls bouncing lightly on top of his head as he continues. “I understand why my namesake makes Lady Stark so upset. I have tried to be a good son to her, but she does not want me, much like my real mother, I think…” The little boy feels a lump rising in his throat, but he swallows it. “I know that you make everything and everyone, and I know that you have a reason for it…I was curious if you could tell me why you made me, because I don't think anyone else truly wants me here. My family would all be much happier if I had never come here, and I don't think it’s fair that they should all feel this way because of me…could you tell me what I can do to make it easier for them all to love me? Whatever it is, I swear I’ll do it, even if it means going away.” Jon’s voice catches in his throat, his eyes burning with tears again as he tries to blink them back. “I am sorry to disturb you, Gods. I’ll go now. I don't want to upset you all, too.” By the time he has finished speaking, he can no longer blink fast enough to hold his tears at bay. Waves crash behind his eyes, sending streams of tears down the young boy’s face and blurring the short journey back to his bed as he walks it. 

Crawling back under the furs, Jon buries his face in his pillow, sniffling into it and desperately bundling himself in his blankets as tightly as he can to feel even the tiniest amount of comfort, just enough to sleep. There are few boys that have cried themselves to sleep as many times as Jon Snow has by his sixth name day. 

If you ask him, Jon will tell you he does not dream. Even as young as he is, he will tell you that he closes his eyes, sees darkness, then opens them, and the sun has risen again. His siblings will tell fantastical tales of the adventures they have when they close their eyes and it is yet another way in which Jon Snow, regretfully, stands out amongst them. More than anything, he wishes he could be more like them.

And perhaps, tonight, he will be. 

As the little boy drifts away into the land of the unconscious, his eyes open, but he is somewhere else, somewhere colder. Coming to terms with his surroundings, Jon quite suddenly realizes his boots are far bigger than the ones he wears, and they are firmly planted on the floor while still attached to his legs as he sits on a bed that is not his. He is not a boy anymore. 

The door in front of him opens, and there stands a woman, the most beautiful he has ever seen, he knows it to be true even from the eyes of a man. And the smile on her face, he is surprised he does not look around to check that she is smiling at somebody else, but a part of him knows that it is for him, just for him. She approaches him with giddy steps until she’s standing between his legs and holding his face in her hands, staring into his soul with the kindest eyes he’s ever known. 

“Are you tired, my Lord?” Her voice is like a song, something about her tone playful.

Jon hears himself laugh lightly, his voice much older. “Exhausted. And you, my star?”

The giggle that passes her lips is lighter than air, a sound that lifts his very soul. “I am much the same, they left the place in quite a state today. I’m sorry I’m late.”

And he can see it, the tiredness behind her eyes that does not overshadow how happy she is to see him. Jon shakes his head. “There is no need to apologize, I live for each and every minute with you. Let us rest.”

She nods at him, but there is a shyness in her expression now, one that Jon never thought he could bring to a person. Crawling over him, she settles beneath the furs and strips free of her clothes, leaving only her underclothes, while Jon does the same. 

Meeting her under the furs, he instinctually rests his head in the crook of her neck as she lies on her back, wrapping her arms around him and holding him there. One of her hands gently combs through his curls, keeping them out of his face, while the other draws gentle patterns, writing silent and secret poems on his shoulder with her fingertips, while his arm wraps around her middle to hold her there. The scent of her brings a sense of calm that is so comforting it is entirely overwhelming, but he is safe, he knows it. Jon’s eyes close, against his wishes to stay awake and admire her for just a few more moments. 

“Will you sing me a song, my star?” He hears himself ask, already feeling waves of sleep beginning to swallow him. 

“Of course, my love.” She answers softly, before clearing her throat and starting to sing with what Jon can only describe as the voice of an angel. “Be brave, little one, make a wish for each sad little tear. Hold your head up, though no one is near, someone’s waiting for you.” And as Jon drifts away into the land of the unconscious, to a familiar darkness that is more comforting than it ever was before, the sound of her voice follows him there. 

“Don’t cry, little one, there’ll be a smile where a frown used to be. You’ll be part of the love that you see, someone’s waiting for you…”

When he opens his eyes again, Jon sits bolt upright in his bed, breathing heavily. The walls of his bedroom greet him, sunlight streaming in through the window he is so sure he had seen the stars from mere moments ago. Much to his surprise, his heart does not sink. Instead, a small smile makes its way onto the little boy’s face as he continues to look at the window, and the blue morning sky. 

“Thank you, Gods.” 

Of course, little Jon told his siblings and father of the dream; he was an excited little boy recounting the only dream he had ever remembered, and would ever go on to have. Though, after that dream, Jon had tried his absolute hardest to return to the dream of the woman, of being somewhere else, and with her, he did not dream of her, or anything else, again. He did not ask the Gods for help, he was far too grateful for the gift they had already given him. 

Naturally, Jon’s family did not take the dream as seriously as he did. The older he got, however, the more convinced he became that it was something more than what others dismissed it to be. 

Many nights, Jon lay awake, recalling every detail of the dream. While it reigned true that it was like a dream - from what his siblings had told him - in the way Jon did not have control over what he did or said, he could not shake the feeling that it was more like a memory. One that he was viewing, somehow, from the wrong side, from before it had happened. Though Jon did not know how or when it would happen, he knew in his heart that someday, it would, and that he would recite every word he remembered himself saying the first time he had heard it, just to live through the moment a second time. He does not know of anyone that has been lucky enough to do such a thing, and he will be damned if he misses such a wonderful thing. 

Logically, the more Jon thought about the dream, the more he focussed on specific details and how he could make those happen, perhaps bringing about the dream itself by doing so. For example, the fact that in his dream it had been much colder than his childhood bedroom, told him that either Winter was coming as his father had insisted and he would need to find a way to increase the speed of that process if it meant meeting you, or Jon needed to go further north. Leaning on the latter, Jon decided that journeying as far north as he could go would be a start. To guard the realms of men by becoming part of the Night’s Watch was an honoured decision from any Stark, and while there was a flaw in the technicalities of Jon not being allowed to take a wife or create any heirs, he decided he would cross that bridge when he came to it. If he did not feel closer to his dream at the wall, then the wall was his only means of getting even further north. 

With his purpose clear, Jon Snow joined the Night’s Watch and began his life guarding the realms of men. Through training the men he comes to know as brothers, Jon makes the first true friends he has ever had, and learns that despite his disadvantages as a bastard, it is nothing compared to the disadvantages of some of his new brothers, who have been wrongly cast to the Night’s Watch as punishment for crimes they did not commit, to defend the world from evil creatures, with none of the sword experience that Jon has had himself. The man that Jon regards as his truest friend is Samwell Tarly, who by all accounts is a coward, but a kind soul who was raised by the hatred of his father in the same way that Jon was raised by the hatred of the mother he could never call his. The two of them understand each other and form a close friendship, so close that eventually, Jon confesses his true reason for joining the Night’s Watch.

“You…You came all this way, and intend to swear an Oath, for a girl you saw in a dream when you were a boy?!” Sam’s voice is as shocked as his expression, but his words remain free of judgment. 

Jon nods, feeling far closer to the man he was in the dream. “She was not just a girl, she is the girl, the one I am supposed to find. That is why the Gods showed me a memory of my future.” 

Sam sighs, deep in thought, before he chuckles. “If it is to be, it is a romance to put every book I’ve read to shame!”

Jon laughs with his friend, a weight lifted from him as someone he truly trusts, who knows him and cares for him and does not see him as a burden for his namesake, believes him. Perhaps the Gods meant for him to take this very journey, to meet the people he has met along the way, too.

By the time Jon does take his Oath, and is granted the role of Lord Commander Mormont’s personal steward, he has settled into the life he has made for himself. And just a few days later, as another layer of snow falls around them, Jon and Sam descend the wall from their night on watch, to commotion at the gates of Castle Black. Lord Commander Mormont reaches the crowd of unsettled brothers, parting them effortlessly. 

“What has got you all acting like fools?!” He bellows.

“Th-There is a girl at the gate, Lord Commander.” One of the younger men speaks up.

“And are we frightened of girls? Tell me, would you rather it be a giant on the other side?!” Lord Commander Mormont rolls his eyes and shoves the men out of the way, ordering the gates be opened at once. 

A woman steps through them, her hair covered in snow, whole body trembling in the cold as she desperately hugs herself to maintain the little warmth her worn clothes offer her. And as Jon and Sam slow their steps, Jon Snow feels his entire world stop dead in its tracks, holding its breath with him, because it’s you. 

He doesn't hear anything, he cant, he can only watch as the Lord Commander orders a man away, that same man then returning with furs that the Lord Commander covers you with, wrapping an arm around you and leading you to his quarters. It isn't until Samwell Tarly steps in front of Jon and asks him - for the fourth time - if he’s alright, that Jon realizes he still hasn't recalled how to breathe. 

Sam’s face is the picture of sudden realization as his eyes widen and he grabs Jon’s shoulders. 

“By the Gods, it was her! Wasn’t it!”

And the pair of them are running, they are sprinting to Lord Commander Mormont’s quarters and bursting through the door without announcing themselves, causing the Lord Commander to jump to his feet from behind his desk. 

“What is the meaning of this?” His frown is harsh, but he knows the men well enough to understand they must have a reason for barging into his otherwise private quarters. 

Unfortunately for Jon, he has not yet regained the ability to speak, though his eyes have acknowledged you are not in the room as he thought you would be. 

That only leaves Sam, glancing between Jon and the Lord Commander frantically before beginning to speak. “Lord Commander, th-that girl, she- Jon, you see, he had a vision, as a boy, of the very girl that has just walked through the gates, and- he doesn't know why, but he did, he has never seen her before today, apart from in that vision, but there must be a reason, so we would both like to vouch for her to stay, and-”

Lord Commander Mormont lifts his hand. “The woman came because her village was destroyed by wildlings and she has nowhere else to go. She will be staying here, where she will be protected, and has offered to work in our kitchen to earn her keep.” He looks to Jon. “Is what Sam says true, Jon? You had a vision of this girl?”

Finally, Jon returns to himself. “Yes, Sir, I did.”

Lord Commander Mormont considers this, before nodding to himself. “Very well. You will keep your Oath, you will find out the reason for this vision, and if you see fit, report your findings back to me. If you believe it holds more importance than simply to you, that is.”

Jon opens his mouth to speak, to express his gratitude, but the Lord Commander continues.

“Once she has been checked for wounds and sickness, she will be left to wash free of her journey here and will join us for supper. Until that time, continue with your duties.”

It is just a normal request, especially for a man of the Night’s Watch, yet Jon Snow cannot help feeling it is the most impossible thing he has ever been tasked with.

For the rest of the day, the sound of every door opening and closing sends Jon’s head turning in its direction, every room he enters, his eyes are searching for you, and he fails to hold conversations with any of his brothers, his mind too preoccupied by anxiety over your wellbeing, the fear of meeting you for the first time, what he would say to you, what he should say to you, how soon can he tell you that he has waited for you everyday since just after his sixth name day?

Naturally, Ser Alliser exposes the newly found clumsiness of Jon during his day’s training, reveling in every hit Jon takes, every swing missed. But no hit is strong enough to bring Jon back to where he stands, his mind has run away with you. 

For a split second, he sees your silhouette walking up a distant staircase, the side of your face cleaner than it had been the last time he had seen it, led by Lord Commander Mormont in the direction of the kitchen. And that single second takes a year to pass in Jon’s eyes.

Supper cannot come soon enough for Jon, or Sam, who is ravenous with curiosity more than he is for the evening’s meal, absolutely mesmerized by his dear friend’s sudden incapacity to think of anything else but you, and this leading Sam to conclude that you are simply fascinating. A large group of brothers of the Night's Watch all but stumble into the common room that connects to the kitchen, and for the first time since any of them arrived, they smell something incredible. 

You stand at the furthest wall, a steaming cauldron almost half your size in front of you, with high stacks of bowls on the table in front of you. The wideness of your eyes gives away the fear within you, but with Lord Commander Mormont at your side, you know the men will not dare harm you. 

“From now on, you will form an orderly queue here for your meals, and (Y/N) will serve them to you. None will lay a hand on her, or they will have me to answer to. Is that understood?” The Lord Commander’s voice is loud and stern, and every brother nods with an enthusiastic “AYE!” in response, already falling in line.

But Jon Snow does not move from the doorway, too lost in the vision of you as you timidly step forward, lifting a large ladle from the cauldron to spoon the first helping of stew to the first brother in line, who thanks you graciously, with such excitement that a small smile makes its way onto your face. So small it’s hardly there, but it’s enough to make Jon acutely aware of the irregularity of his own heart as it thrashes inside his chest, desperate to jump free of him and run to you. After all these years spent wondering, he finally knows your name, and he knows that his heart will sing it until it stops beating, and maybe even after.

“Come along Jon, you must meet her in the real world, now.” Sam encourages his best friend, bringing him back to reality with a pat on the back, gently pushing him forward. 

Sensing that his best friend may not be able to find the words, Samwell Tarly boldly steps in front of him just enough to ensure he is served first, so as to introduce themselves to you properly when it is time. 

Jon is trying to count the seconds, but the closer he gets to you, the more clearly he can hear you answer every grateful “Thank you” with the softest “You’re welcome” he has ever heard, and he loses track of everything entirely. 

Before long, the two men at the end of the line, have reached the front. There is the slightest tremor in Jon’s hands as Sam places a bowl in them, and Lord Commander Mormont rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all, but he cant deny in his own mind it is quite endearing. 

“Hello, it’s so lovely to meet you, (Y/N), my name is Samwell Tarly, and this is Jon Snow.” Sam introduces himself and his best friend to you, keeping his voice quiet because he’s conscious of how frightening all of this must be for you, and the smile on your face is enough for him to know that you appreciate it.

At the mention of his name, your eyes move to Jon’s as you tip the ladle into his bowl, and his stomach drops. Something flutters within him, goosebumps erupting on his skin like a cold wind rushes past him, but his face is far too warm for that to be true.

“Hello Samwell, and hello Jon. It’s a pleasure. I hope you like the stew.” 

Jon cant believe it. After all these years, finally, he is hearing your voice say something new, something he hasnt replayed in his mind thousands of times already, though he is certain he will soon enough. 

Realising he still has not spoken, Sam nudges his best friend and chuckles in an effort to mask it, and Jon clears his throat. 

“Thank you, my Lady.” His voice is gruffer than he intended, but he tries his best to speak quietly, not wanting to give you any reason to fear him. Something in the way you look at him tells him that he couldn't possibly, even if he wanted to. 

Unable to convince himself he will not collapse if he looks at you for a second longer, Jon takes his leave, turning from you and making his way over to an empty table. It’s only when he hears the Lord Commander say “Perhaps you should go and join your brothers, now, Sam” that he realizes his dear friend has not joined him at the table, but he does not have the mental capacity to consider the implications of that at this time.

“Well, she is just wonderful.” Sam sighs as he sits down opposite Jon, who stares into his bowl of stew.

“I know.”

“And this stew! Tell me you’ve tried it Jon, by the Gods, she really is a dream!” He rambles, rapidly spooning mouthful after mouthful of stew in between words.

“I know.” Jon answers again. 

“She really is a dream come true for you, isn’t she? Personally, I don’t know how I’d cope if a woman I dreamt about as a boy, arrived at the gates and made stew like this. I’d certainly have to break my Oath and beg her to be my lady wife on the spot, I should think.” Sam sighs, shaking his head at the thought, making Jon laugh in disbelief, bringing a smile of victory to Sam’s face as he finally joins him in inhaling the stew, which truly is as good as to make a man consider breaking his Oath on the spot. 

The common room is loud with the approving hums of men enjoying their meals, then loud with their expressions of gratitude as they return their empty bowls to you and take their leave, some retiring for the night while others make their way to the top of the wall. 

When only the two of them remain at their table, Sam nods at Jon. “Now is your chance, the Lord Commander is gone. Talk to her, or spend the rest of the night wishing you had and suffer the agony of having to wait until tomorrow.” Sam shrugs, rising from his seat as Jon shakes his head at him, in yet another state of disbelief at his friend’s words. 

He hears Sam sing your praises for just a little too long as he hands his empty bowl back to you, bringing the quietest laugh from you, one that Jon knows he has to hear again or he will not make it through the night, and then Sam leaves to retire for the evening. That is where Jon should go, too, but he will not be able to live with himself if he leaves without at least trying to talk to you, first. 

With all the confidence he has been storing his entire life for this very moment, Jon stands, clutching his empty bowl in his hands as he turns to face you and makes his way over to you, trying not to let his steps falter when your eyes land on him again. 

A kind smile is on your face now, far more relaxed than you had been when he had first seen you in here, and he’s overjoyed at that. 

Clearing his throat, Jon tries to withhold the beaming grin that is fighting to break free as he stands in front of you. “It really was a lovely stew, (Y/N), thank you.” 

Your eyes avoid his, but your smile remains, and Jon sees it for the very first time: the shyness he never thought he would be able to bring to a person, until he dreamt of you. 

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I’m glad everyone seemed to like it!” You chuckle, a mixture of relief and bashfulness. 

Jon laughs with you. “Liked it? I’ve not been here long, but I’d be willing to bet there has never been a mealtime spent with so many of the brothers that happy all at once. Quite an achievement for your first day.” Despite having somewhat dreaded this moment his entire life, his greatest fear having evolved into the notion he would make a bad first impression on you, Jon is truly shocked at how quickly he feels completely at ease with you, like he really has known you all these years. 

“Thank you, that’s very kind. From what Sam was saying, you made quite the impression on your first day here, too.” 

Jon takes a moment to come to terms with the fact that he left his best friend alone to blabber about him to the girl of his dreams, and that there is a teasing tone to your voice, before he is able to respond.

“Gods, what did he say?” Jon sighs, and there it is, your laugh, this time louder, heartier, and he cant hold back his beaming grin anymore.

As you start to pile the empty bowls into the empty cauldron, Jon wordlessly joins you. “Oh, just that you’re the greatest swordsman that he’s ever seen, that you’re his dear friend, that you’ve always defended him, even when it meant the disapproval of others, the list goes on!”

Jon feels his cheeks flush pink. “Sorry about that, he means well.”

You chuckle at that. “Of course he does, you dont need to apologise, it was very sweet, really. Reassured me that you’re one of the good men here, anyway. I’d already guessed as much.”

With all the bowls piled into the cauldron, Jon crouches down to lift it, carrying it to the door that you hold open for him, leading to the kitchens. 

Lowering the cauldron onto the stone countertop, Jon helps you empty the bowls from it and begin washing them in a bucket of water, leaving them on the side to drain. 

“You had guessed I was a good man before speaking to Sam?” He asks, feeling as giddy as he did when he was a boy and had first woken up from the dream of you.

“With kind eyes like yours, how could I not?” You answer with a rhetorical question and another sweet smile, stunning Jon into silence. 

That silence settles into a comfortable and productive bubble, in which only the two of you exist, washing dishes and occasionally glancing at each other with shy smiles. 

Once the last bowl is placed on the side to drain, Jon speaks up. 

“I am…sorry, that you’ve had to come here.” He doesnt want to be insensitive or selfish by pretending that your being here is a completely happy occasion, when for you it was a last resort, and likely somewhere you never intended to end up.

As if to prove his thinking correct, you nod, your eyes much sadder than they had been, as though a mask you had not realized you had been holding in front of your face began to slip. 

“Thank you…for welcoming me, I know this is not the place for a girl.” 

Jon shakes his head. “It isn’t, but only because of some of the men here, and I won’t let them close enough to harm you. Ever. You belong here just as I do.”

Before Jon can process exactly what he has said, you turn to him with a confused frown on your face. “What do you mean?” 

And then, panic sets in. Jon���s eyes widen and dart around the room, scrambling for an explanation, but unable to find one, save for the truth. Meeting your eyes, already searching his for an explanation, he sighs in defeat. The least he can do is make it a little more subtle. 

“I can’t put it into words yet, but I have to ask that you trust me. I know that we’ve just met, that you dont really know me, but please, just trust that…” Jon takes a deep breath. “Someday, there’ll be a smile where a frown used to be. I swear it.”

He watches for any microscopic change to your expression, any sign that you recognise the words he’s said, but there is nothing. A second passes in an eternity, and Jon’s stomach drops to his feet, realizing how much more difficult this is going to be to tell you. And then, your frown drops, into wide, teary eyes. 

“H-How did you- My mother used to sing me that song, she made it up, how could you possibly-” You are in a panicked state of total disbelief and wonder, unable to piece together how this could possibly have happened, or how this day could become anymore overwhelming. 

“You sang it to me-”

Shaking your head, you interrupt him. “I’ve never sang that song, my mother did.”

Jon shakes his head back at you, knowing that now he has no choice. “My whole life, I have only dreamt once, I only had one dream, one night, when I was just a boy. I dreamt that I was a man, something I had not yet been, I was here, a place I had not set foot in, and you were, too, someone I had never seen before. And in that dream, you sang that song to me. I don't know how, or what it meant, but I’ve always known - and I know for certain now - that it was more than just a dream.”

He can see it in your eyes, the way you are clinging to every word, and to his amazement, you believe him. “How do you know for certain now?”

That answer requires a lot less thinking on Jon’s part.

“Because you’re real.” 

A single tear breaks the barricades that your wide eyes were desperate to uphold, and Jon’s heart fractures inside his chest, his expression almost one of pain as he takes a step towards you, but stops himself, not wanting to scare you. 

“What else happened in the dream, Jon?”

He tries to regain his composure. “We…held each other, shared a bed, and fell asleep.” There is so much more detail to it, Jon thinks to himself, the details he has spent his life daydreaming about in excruciating detail, but those details are for another day.

Taking a moment to consider all of this, you nod to yourself, seeming to decide something. 

“Then hold me, Jon Snow.”

His heart skips a beat inside his chest, spluttering frantically as his jaw drops. “A-Are you certain that is what you-”

Holding up a hand, you stop him. “Each day that I have spent walking here has been the worst of my life. All I have been able to think about is the family, the home, the life I have lost, and the fear of arriving here, to be surrounded by men, any of which could try to hurt or even kill me at any moment, or simply turn me away at the gates. These past days, I have spent feeling nothing but dread, and it is not until right now that I have remembered what having hope for the future feels like. If what you say is true, and the fact that I already trust you not to lie to me, tells me that it is, Jon…hold me like you’ve been waiting to do it your entire life.”

And that day, in that kitchen, Jon Snow meets you in two strides, to fulfil his one true duty, for the very first time. His arms wrap around you, his body releasing a breath that he feels like he's been holding ever since he sat up in his childhood bed in Winterfell that morning. Your arms cling to him, your face tucked away in his chest, and he rests his head on top of yours, tilting his head down and closing his eyes, breathing in the scent of you that he had not forgotten, even after all these years. The piece of him that he discovered in that dream that had been left with you, there, slots back into place like it had never left, and in a moment of soul shifting realization, he understands that his entire life had not been leading him back to that dream, it had been leading him to this very moment, with you. Safe in his arms, at long last, for the very first time.

Jon Snow has never been a man that has enjoyed following instructions. It has never come naturally to him, and has already landed him in several spots of trouble in his short time as a brother of the Night’s Watch so far. But that day, in that kitchen, Jon Snow knows that his one true duty, the one he was born to fulfil, is to hold you, whenever you ask, whenever you don't, and whenever you need, for any reason, or no reason at all.

[sharkverse-turtles]

Woohoo two new mutants for SVTMNT!

First off is this guy Flint (Rottweiler mutant, he/him)! He was either a descendant of the original mutants that went into hiding or is a dog from the streets (not sure yet) turned Foot Clan assassin. He finds Shelby and brings her to the Foot Clan to get her some help for raising Casey including shelter and such and the two build a super strong bond. He was murdered sometime afterwards.

And this girlie is Roxanne (Nicknames being Roxy or Rocks - Pitbull/Rottweiler mix mutant, She/her), and was born probably some months after Flint's murder. She's Shelby's daughter and Casey's younger sister, and she has the ability to shift freely between human, mutant and feral as well (same as Shelby). Her drawback is body fatigue rather than pain though.

[invisible-pink-toast]

teen taivan s2 + lyrics

she keeps me warm - mary lambert / grow as we go - ben platt / eat your young - hoizer / what about love - the color purple / somewhere only we know - keane / sigh - unloved / hold me while you wait - lewis capaldi / stand by you - marlisa / next to me - imagine dragons / tomorrow is another day - shelby flint / to be human - MARINA

[ssnowflowers]

Only Oli and Shelby would threaten someone who is far better geared then them, have to ask the person they're threatening for flint and steel to blow up their TNT, then proceed to have one of them fall off the tower and the other get blown up by their own TNT.

I love them so much

[minusgangtime]

Now-for what I’ve been working on >:3

The spookyverse newbies: breakfast (pt 1)

Flint-werewolf

Pebbles-werewolf

Puffy-killer clown

Calico-siren

Applejack-vampire

Chipper-demon (pride)

Frosty-werewolf

Charmy-witch

Honey-ghost

Like-zombie

-mod shelby

(Let's gooo :D)

[canadachildvol2]

Lady Spider 🕷️💋 | A Spider OC Playlist

Alice - Avril Lavigne / Symphony No. 3 in F Major, Op. 90: III. Poco allegretto - Johannes Brahms / Crystallize - Lindsey Stirling / Confident - Demi Lovato / Nocturne op.9 No.2 - Frédéric Chopin / Serenade, D. 957, No. 4 - Franz Schubert / Tomorrow Is Another Day - Shelby Flint / Life - Alberto Giurioli / Slipped Away - Avril Lavigne / Onward - David Ross Lawn / Sound the Bugle - Bryan Adams / Guide Me Back - Joseph Sowrey / Hellfire - Barns Courtney / Love & Loss - Two Steps From Hell / Just Like Fire - P!NK

[YouTube link]

[OC info and aesthetic/mood board]

[toongrrl-blog]

Not (Nawt!) Another Benvi Playlist

Awwwwww, say I wonder how this would play in 1963? 1973? 1983? 1993? 2003? Maybe telegrams with the earlier years, I dunno. Did they have internships back when my parents were kids? I know they had Model UN, I knew that from Mad Men and I don't know about Sally Draper's place on the social totem pole in school but she's cool so Model UN wasn't social suicide then again her county was really Republican and her stepdad didn't like real UN.......

Anyway with this tangent, listen to some good songs kids!

"Silhouttes (On the Shade)" The Rays (Herman's Hermits and Cliff Richard and The Ronettes did good covers, this needs to be covered, hey someone contemporary cover this song)

Rushed down to your house with wings

On my feet

Loved you like I never loved

You my sweet

Vowed that you and I would be

Two silhouettes on the shade

All of our days

Two silhouettes on the sha-ade

Silhouettes (silhouettes)

2. "You Really Got A Hold On Me" The Miracles (The Beatles also covered this song)

I don't like you, but I love you

Seems that I'm always thinking of you

Oh, oh, oh

You treat me badly, I love you madly

You've really got a hold on me (You've really got a hold on me)

3. "How Deep Is Your Love" Bee Gees

And you may not think I care for you

When you know down inside that I really do

And it's me you need to show

How deep is your love?

4. "He's Sure the Boy I Love" The Crystals

When he holds me tight

Everything's right

Crazy as it seems

I'm his, whatever he is

And I forget all of my dreams

5. "My Rose" Luca and Emma Castellino (suggested by @fishyyyyy99)

And maybe I didn't make myself clear

Or maybe you pretend, so you wouldn't hurt me (so you wouldn't hurt me)

It's probably better like this

But baby, you're pretty damn hard to forget

6. "Tomorrow is Another Day" Shelby Flint

Tomorrow is another day

How I hope you'll always stay

7. "Back to Heaven" Later.

'Cause if you don't atract my lady right

She's gonna send me back to life

You never know what's good or bad

8. "Unchained Melody" Todd Duncan, the Righteous Brothers, actually been covered several times

Woah, my love, my darling

I've hungered for your touch

A long, lonely time

And time goes by so slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?

I need your love

9. "You've Made Me So Very Happy" Brenda Holloway (famously covered by Blood, Sweat, and Tears)

I love you so much you see

You're even in my dreams

I can hear

Baby, I can hear you calling me

I'm so in love with you

All I ever want to do is

Thank you baby

Thank you baby

10. "It Might As Well Rain Until September" Carole King (then covered by Bobby Vee)

The weather here has been as nice as it can be

Although it doesn't really matter much to me

For all the fun I'll have while you're so far away

It might as well rain until September

11. "Everything Has Changed" Best Coast

I used to crawl

All the way back home

I used to cry myself to sleep

Reading all the names they called me

Used to say that I was lazy

A lazy, crazy baby

Did they think

That maybe I was in on it?

Did they think?

No, of course they didn't

12. "The Way You Love Me" Faith Hill

There's nowhere else I'd rather be

Oooh, to feel the way I, feel with your arms around me

I only wish that you could see, the way you love me

The way you love me

13. "It's Your Love" Tim McGraw and Faith Hill

Oh, it's a beautiful thing

Don't think I can keep it all in (oh oh)

And if you ask me why I've changed

All I gotta do is say your sweet name

It's your love

It just does something to me

It sends a shock right through me

I can't get enough

And if you wonder

About the spell I'm under

Oh it's your love

(Woah oh baby)

(Oh, oh, oh)

14. "By My Side" INXS

In the dark of the night

Those small hours

Uncertain and anxious

I need to call you

Rooms full of strangers

Some call me friend

But I wish you were so close to me

15. "All I Have To Do Is Dream" The Everly Brothers

When I feel blue in the night

And I need you to hold me tight

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is

Dream

16. "Make It With You" Bread

Dreams, they're for those who sleep

Life is for us to keep

And if you're wondering what this all is leading to

I wanna make it with you

I really think that we could make it, girl

17. "Baby, I Need Your Loving" The Four Tops

Some say it's a sign of weakness for a man to beg

Then weak, I'd rather be

If it means having you to keep

'Cause lately I've been losing sleep

18. "Any Time At All" The Beatles

If the sun has faded away, I'll try to make it shine

There is nothing I won't do

When you need a shoulder to cry on, I hope it will be mine

Call me tonight and I'll come to you

19. "Only Love Can Break A Heart" Gene Pitney

Please let me hold you

And love you for always and always

Only love can break a heart

Only love can mend it again

20. "Don't Give Up On Us" David Soul

We're still worth one more try I know we put a last one by Just for a rainy evening When maybe stars are few Don't give up on us, I know We can still come through

21. "Where Does My Heart Beat Now" Celine Dion

Then one touch overcomes the silence Love still survives Two hearts needing one another Give me wings to fly

22. "Take Me With U" Prince and the Revolution

Come on and touch the place in me That's calling out your name We want each other, oh, so much Why must we play this game?

23. "This Girl Is A Woman Now" Gary Puckett & The Union Gap

This girl is a woman now She's learned how to give This girl is a woman now She's found out what it's all about And she's learning, learning to live

This girl tasted love As tender as the gentle dawn She cried a single tear A teardrop that was sweet and warm Our hearts told us we were right And on that sweet and velvet night A child had died A woman had been born

24. "Eres Tu" Carla Morrison

Quiero contemplarte sin contar el tiempo Dibujarte con mis puros recuerdos En mi mente marcar tus labios, tus besos Estás aquí dentro de mi mente

I want to contemplate you without counting the time that goes by To draw you with memories alone To mark your lips and your kisses in my mind To be here for another moment

25. "Help Is On The Way" Little River Band

Are you always in confusion Surrounded by illusion Sort it out You'll make out Seem to make a good beginning Someone else ends up winning Don't seem fair Don't you care

26. "Right Time of the Night" Jennifer Warnes

It's the right time of the night The stars are winking above It's the right time of the night For making love

27. "Human" The Human League

The tears I cry aren't tears of pain They're all to hide my guilt and shame I forgive you, now I ask the same of you While we were apart, I was human too

28. "I've Got You Under My Skin" Frank Sinatra (also covered by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons)

I'd tried so, not to give in I said to myself this affair never will go so well But why should I try to resist when baby I know so well I've got you under my skin

29. "Just Fall In Love Again" Anne Murray

Magic, it must be magic The way I hold you when the night just seems to fly Easy for you to take me to a star Heaven is that moment when I look into your eyes.

30. "You Needed Me" Anne Murray

You held my hand when it was cold When I was lost, you took me home You gave me hope when I was at the end And turned my lies back into truth again You even called me "friend"

You gave me strength to stand alone again To face the world out on my own again You put me high upon a pedestal So high that I could almost see eternity You needed me, you needed me

31. "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" The Rubinoos

Picture in my mind, I see you and me I, I'm telling you what I wanna be You, you're saying you're in love with me And oh, it feels so good in a dream That I know in life it's just got to be I wanna tell you......

32. "Getcha Back" Beach Boys

I'm getting tired, layin' around here at night Thinking 'bout some other guy holdin' you tight He may have money and a brand new car May even treat you like a movie star And no matter what he ever do for you He can never love you like I can do So if I leave her and you leave him Can we ever get back again?

33. "Tear In My Heart" Twenty One Pilots

My heart is my armor She's the tear in my heart, she's a carver She's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther Than I've ever been

34. "Need You Now" Lady A

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

35. "Somebody to Love" Queen

(He works hard) everyday (Everyday) I try and I try and I try But everybody wants to put me down They say I'm going crazy They say I got a lot of water in my brain I got no common sense (He's got) I got nobody left to believe No, no, no, no

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, Lord) Ooh, somebody Ooh (Somebody) Anybody find me Somebody to love Can anybody find me Someone to love?

36. "They Don't Know" Tracey Ullman

There's no need for living in the past Now I've found good loving, gonna make it last I tell the others "don't bother me" Cause when they look at you They don't see what I see

No, I don't listen to their wasted lines Got my eyes wide open and I see the signs Cause they don't know 'bout us And they've never heard of love

37. "Linger" The Cranberries

And I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger?

38. "Alone" Heart

You don't know how long I have wanted To touch your lips and hold you tight You don't know how long I have waited And I was going to tell you tonight

39. "Wherever You Will Go" The Calling

If a great wave shall fall And fall upon us all Well then I hope there's someone out there Who can bring me back to you

40. "Never Tear Us Apart" INXS

We could live For a thousand years But if I hurt you I'd make wine from your tears I told you That we could fly 'Cause we all have wings But some of us don't know why

I was standing You were there Two worlds collided And they could never ever tear us apart

41. "Tear In My Heart" Twenty-One Pilots

Songs on the radio are okay My taste in music is your face But it takes a song to come around To show you how

She's the tear in my heart I'm alive She's the tear in my heart I'm on fire She's the tear in my heart Take me higher Than I've ever been

[marthawrites]

10 characters 10 fandoms

Thank you for tagging me @babygirlyofthevale @fairysluna @targaryenbrainrot ♥♥♥

I kept this to men who have my hearts and my bi ass might vvvvery well do one for women who also have my hearts! I forced myself to keep it to one character per fandom. It was HARD

House of the Dragon: Aemond Targaryen OBVIOUSLY

Game of thrones: Jorah

American Horror Story: Mr. March

Stranger Things: Hopper

Black Sails: Captain Flint

Marvel: Dr Strange

Peaky Blinders: Tommy Shelby

The Last of Us: Joel Miller

Lord of the Rings: Aragorn

Vikings: Ragnar Lothbrok

(NO PRESSURE) Tagging: @arcielee @lost-and-founds @ilikeitbetterangsty @randomdragonfires @aemonds-fire @castellomargot @takenbythestarcatchers @ripdragonbeans @theold-ultraviolence @st-eve-barnes and anyone else who wants to do it!!