#and boom you get robert

[mochapanda]

johnny depp and robert downey jr are the exact same person no one can convince me otherwise

[the-busy-ghost]

Am re-reading Hogg's Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner and I know it's not a new or original thought but it's just striking to me again how young George (younger) and his brother Robert must have been during the tennis match and Black Bull mob scenes.

If the 'famous session' refers to the 1703 session of parliament (or even if it refers to the previous year's sitting which Queensberry also oversaw), and if old Dalcastle married in 1687 (or later), then at most George could have been 16 and his brother 15, and it's probable that both boys are younger.

I don't remember too many of the details from the first time I read this book so will have to finish it before I make any further judgement. However I don't think it detracts from Robert's culpability or nastiness in any way to take into account his probable age in the earlier portion of the narrative. I think makes for a more interesting reading when forcibly reminded that he's a young teenager. Even taking into account different social mores and expectations placed on children in both the period in which the novel is set, and the early 19th century when it was written, it seems to me that that's an element that will still have particular significance for readers in the 21st century, regardless of one's personal experience with extreme forms of Presbyterianism.

[maarigolds]

Since we all know how much of a shitshow umbrella academy s4 was, let's revisit the good old days. Here's my reaction to ep1 s1, which I haven't seen in like 5 years:

We're starting off strong with the sudden pregnancy scene: this is how you get the viewer's attention

Cunty shot of Reggie walking with the seven nannies and the seven baby carriers

Viktor playing the violin while all the other characters are introduced 10/10 stunning no notes

Rehab worker saying "We'll see you soon Klaus" and him immediatly overdosing and being reanimated in the ambulance. Now we know he probably just came back to life by himself!

"You got big, Luther! What's your secret, protein shakes?"

Pogo!!! I missed you, you ape butler!

Baby Viktor leaving sandwitches for Five 🥺🥺🥺

Klaus-Allison alliance going strong since the beginning I see

"Did you see Diego?" "Yeah, with that stupid outfit" "Do you think he wears that thing in the shower?" I love siblings being siblings

Ok I had forgotten about the Allison and Luther thing. Maybe it wasn't ALL great.

"Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"

"Ok, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder mom, I'll be right back"

Klaus is seriously the best

Bank robbery flashback!!!

"Guns are for sissies! Real men throw knives!"

"That's one badass StApLeR" god I miss five's voice cracks so much

*Ben covered in blood* "Can we go home now?"

Back to the present with Klaus spilling Reggie's ashes lmao

I THINK WE'RE ALONE NOW AKA BEST DANCE SCENE IN TV SHOW HISTORY

No seriously Diego absolutely killing it, Luther doing the hand-krabs, Klaus dancing with the urne

And then boom! Five is back! Honestly iconic entrance

Also Klaus trying to stop a temporal anomaly with a fire extinguisher whyyyy lmao

Five interrupting his speech about the future to look Klaus up and down and 100% seriously say "nice dress"

Klaus responding with "ah, danke"

"That makes no sense" "well, it would if you were smarter"

Also unrelated but Viktor being such a shy wallflower in s1... he's come such a long way!!!

Luther throwing reggie's ashes on the ground "probably would have been better with some wind"

Luther and Diego beating the crap out each other. Viktor: "stop it!" Klaus: "hit him!"

Also Klaus trying to protect Five and him having none of it, too cute

"An entire square block, 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, and not one single drop of coffee" "dad hated caffeine" "well he hated children too, and he had plenty of us!"

"Alright, guess I'll see you guys in another ten years, when Pogo dies" Diego please 💀💀

"You know, every time I close my eyes I see a diarrheatic hyppo about to shit on my face" this was robert sheehan improvising and honestly what the fuck how does someone even come up with that

The Istanbul was constantinople fight was honestly art. This was really the moment I knew I would love this show with all of my heart. Also masterful way to show exactly who Five is in just a couple of minutes

BEN!!! I MISS OG BEN SO MUCH!!! He was baby

Five going to Viktor when he needed help. Honestly we should have gotten more of them being besties it was so good

"The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it" and that's how you end a first episode! I'm hooked! Except I'm not cause I know how it ends 🫠

Well this is it. This show was honestly so good in the beginning. I have no clue what happened. At least we'll always have season 1.

[breelandwalker]

Oh for fuck's sake, are we having the curse-shaming argument AGAIN??? Every time I think we're done unteaching this nonsense.....

Arright, quick rundown of the points, more or less in order, because I've already had this discussion a hundred times:

One - There is no universal moral or ethical code in witchcraft. Not every witch is a Wiccan or follows Wiccan principles. Not even all Wiccans follow every Wiccan principle, and that includes the Rule of Three / Threefold Law. The Wiccan Rede is ADVICE, not a set of hard and fast rules or divine mandates. You don't get to tell other witches what types of spells they should and should not cast.

Two - If you think the Rule of Three / Threefold Law means, "Whatever you give out comes back to you times three" or if you think it only applies to baneful magic, you don't understand the rule. The original rule, as stated by Robert Graves in "The White Goddess" (you know, the fictional novel that Gardner used as a model for Wicca) states that whatever a witch is dealt, they should deal back three times over. In fact, the passage cites a particular initiation ritual that involves symbolic flagellation, NOT a code of ethics for witchcraft.

It was picked up by later authors as "Whatever You Give" and popularized by media like The Craft and Charmed and authors like Silver Ravenwolf in the 90s when the modern witchcraft movement was having its' millennial boom. (This is a gross oversimplification, but that's when the concept became common enough in pop culture that non-witches were starting to become familiar with the term.)

Three - Karma has absolutely nothing to do with it. Karma is not instant or sentient and the bastardized version of the concept that's been worked into much of modern witchcraft literature more closely resembles the Christian concept of sin and judgment than what karma actually is. Remove the word from your vocabulary when you're talking about magic. The universe does not give one single flying fuck what you do with your spells.

Four - The word you're searching for when you talk about these concepts is CONSEQUENCES. Every action you take, every spell you cast, everything has consequences and everything has a price. This isn't a divine mandate or a cosmic law either. It's a simple fact of life. BUT. It doesn't mean that baneful spells are morally or ethically wrong or that they're going to blow up in someone's face. The only reason a baneful spell might be more likely to rebound is that it's one of the only types of spells that witches actively ward against.

Five - Witches have a right to use magic for persuasion, defense, justice, retribution, binding, prevention, or outright harm if they so choose. If you don't like those types of spells, then don't cast them.

Six - Moral puritanism is a cancer that will destroy us all. Get off your high horse, drop the holier-than-thou bullshit, and remember that being a witch does not make you immune to propaganda.

Thank you for coming to my Toad Talk.

[dalesramblingsblog]

I don't know that I was prepared for just how cynical Boom would be about the state of the world. I mean, it's brilliant, and I love it to bits, this is not a criticism in any way. If The Star Beast was Davies subtweeting Hell Bent's subtweet of Journey's End, Boom is clearly the product of Moffat watching the past eight years and realising that sometimes "Be kind" is an insufficient response to injustice and you need to get a bit angry about it.

It's barbed in a way that we only fleetingly glimpsed in stuff like His Last Vow ("Having problems with Rupert Murdoch? Shoot him in the fucking face") or World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls ("Pain... pain... pain"). And it's also worth noting that we get the same cynicism about the state of British healthcare that we got in that earlier two-parter, very consciously framed in reference to The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances both in the "killer ambulance" conceit and the constant references to Villengard.

Of course, the ending has a lot of that trademark Moffat sentimentality, but nobody writes it quite like he does so I don't count that as a negative at all. Despite his reputation, Steven Moffat is never going to write an out-and-out embrace of cynicism and nihilism; Moffat could never write Midnight, and Davies could never write Hell Bent.

But there's something heartwarming and not a little fascinating in seeing the two of them trying anyway.

(Credit where credit is due to Gibson and Gatwa, of course. The two of them knock it out of the park. Also a few hours after using the phrase "Robert Holmes would be so proud" in my initial response to Space Babies, El Sandifer's review of the episode ended up using the same phrase. Probably goes without saying but I hadn't read that piece beforehand, and if it was put up on her Patreon before being posted to the Eruditorum Press site, I swear I didn't see it lol.)

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 191 & 192

Welcome to weeks 191 & 192

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Dreams Do Come True - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Made for Me - epilogue - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Bucky Oneshot - @samodivaa

For Years or For Hours - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

TOL - I'm your daddy now (1) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Scratches - Kinktober Day 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Luckiest man alive - (Ari x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Relief - (Robert P x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Olden - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Failed mission - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Ethereal Part 4 - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Puppy gets it all - (Cole x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Color Me Yours - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Collared part 35 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Collared part 36 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Built Differently - Stroke of Midnight- (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Finding Home (2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 4 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Reconnect - Waiting a Little Longer - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Switched Sides part 4 - @deliciousangelfestival

Your Mark On Me - Part 6 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Ideal Triad's First Beta Rut - (Stucky x OC) - @rissararity

His Prize - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Two Bosses Part 10 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420

In the Court of the Shield and Star - Prologue - (Steve x OFC) - @hollybee8917

Lost in the Dark -(Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Boom Clap - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

New job - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Cost - (Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong) - @nekoannie-chan

Release Me Pt. 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

[xbruised-peachx]

could i get some soft gromsko hcs 🥺 sorry i keep seeing ones where hes a misogynist (untagged so it triggers me from a past relationship) and i much prefer your interpretation where he's caring but still confident

Aww 🫂🫂🫂 I'm sorry Anon, I'm actually in the same boat as you, my bad relationship ended exactly a year ago so yeah.

Everyone's allowed to have their own interpretation and all that fun stuff but I absolutely agree, I can't see him like that. Talking to my Polish friends about it, it's just not his generation and it's a very tired trope of "misogynistic, loud slavic man" they are not too happy seeing. For me, it's almost a bit of an American trope that is "loud and boisterous=asshole", which I dislike as he has multiple lines IN GAME that shows him as caring and you know... nice (ex. Czasami trzeba się poświęcić dla innych (sometimes you must sacrifice yourself for others), You're not dying yet!, Trzymać się (hold on) the surgeon is coming, I was proud to fight with you!, I am your wingman, etc). Not to mention you know... HE'S A MEDIC or at the very least "extensive medical training" as stated in his bio.

So yeah, I'll happily give you some nice, loud and proudly in love Gromsko headcanons, Anon💚

Tags: fem!reader, pure tooth rotting fluff, alcohol mention for the last point

Gromsko always has his arm around you in public. He wants the world to know how lucky he is to have you. He still has some slight guilt in his head about showing PDA from getting glares from various babcias back home, but he can't help it when he sees you, beautiful eyes looking back at him with such adoration. He has to show it back somehow.

Often, he'll just settle for hand holding (before marriage? Scandalous) as you guys walk around. He'll watch you as you interact with employees, you asking for help as his thumb runs over your knuckles, running along the back of your hand. Even if you get nervous talking to employees, his touch reminds you he's right there if you need him, and that he's more than willing to help if needed.

You getting disrespected sets him off in a whole new way. Instantly, he'll step in front, asserting his height advantage he often has, looking down at them with contempt that they would even dare speak to you like that. "Want to repeat that?" His voice coming out as low and threatening, booming around the room. When they inevitably leave you both alone, his attention goes right back to you, gently cupping your face as you look up to him as he asks if you're okay. You smile and nod, telling him a soft thank you. You can practically see his heart melt as he looks back, eyes softening and a gentle smile on his face, taking your hand and continuing like nothing happened.

Though he learned some cooking from his grandma, he has fond memories of watching Robert Makłowicz with his mom during weekends, making the recipes for dinner. When he found out Makłowicz has a YouTube channel, the two of you went on a deep dive for hours, cuddling on the couch and him translating for you when he started laughing or just said something nice, and thought it'd be nice to share. He also showed a few older clips, particularly this one of him and a dog and now the two of you have the little inside joke going "EHEHEHEHE" at small, cute things.

He often cooks for you, even wanting to take care of you like that as well. He doesn't mind the help but he takes quite a bit of pride in his cooking. He loves when you come up behind and just hug him while he's at the stove. For him, that plus you smiling as you eat a meal from him is the greatest reward.

Every injury is an emergency to him, often taking huge precautions even for little things. The house is never out of band-aids or antibiotic ointment. Even stubbing your toe will have him running out of whatever room he's in, stopping what he's doing to make sure you're okay.

He is the best to have around during the time of the month. He'll make some good iron rich foods, but still get you whatever snacks you want. He may want to take care of you physically but he knows part of health is mental too, and that he can't force something on you when you are craving something else. He makes sure heating pads are ready along with a nice comfortable spot in bed. He isn't overbearing though, as he knows sometimes you just need space. He knows that when you need him, you'll let him know. Often you have fallen asleep, head in his lap with a heated stuffed animal hugged to your chest. He'll carry you to the much more comfortable bed with ease, watching you at peace with a smile on his own face as he'd go back, cleaning up any snack wrappers in the living room, turning off any electric heating pads that might have been left on. He may join you for a nap eventually, but he'll leave you at peace for now.

Being used to waking up for the military, he wakes up before you, and he really doesn't mind. The warm glow of the sun rising as your lips are parted, gently breathing. His arm around you, he can feel the gentle rise and fall, your heart beat calm against him. He could look at you like this for hours, going back in forth in his head questioning how he got so lucky but also not wanting to question it, instead to just enjoy this quiet morning. Birds chirping, he wants to get up and make some coffee for you but he doesn't want to leave you in this moment... not now or ever.

He loves animals... all of them. Often, if he sees a random animal in the street, he'll call out to it instinctively in Polish, often leaving a poor hedgehog stunned in the streets, unsure what to do about this giant heading towards them. He loves going to the shelter with you, seeing big dogs go from barking to wagging their tail, wanting to get out to play, and going to cat rooms to sit for a while, playing with all the cats, young and old. Old cats flock to him like no other and he always imitates their crispy meows. Seeing him hold a kitten that easy fits in his hands, curling up into a ball as he holds it against his broad chest, gently petting its head with two of his fingers... it warms your soul.

He is a very affectionate drunk. He'll be stumbling down the streets, goofy grin on his face as he hugged on you for balance. If any even breathes in your direction, positive or negative, he'll be calling out to them, "HEJ! To moja dziewczyna... GO!" (Hey, that's my girlfriend) You often end up apologizing to whoever it is, his slurred speech being the answer for why. When you get home he'll often just keep repeating how beautiful you are while snuggled in your chest for once. Looking up at you, you see that look of disbelief in his eyes, but quickly returning to just bliss as he remembers you belong to each other. Snoring like a bear buried deep, he knows absolute comfort knowing you'll be there for each other for the inevitable hangover the next morning.

[neon-kazoo]

Chomp

Hero found themselves in quite a precarious position, swinging upside down with their foot caught in a snare.

Now, this wasn’t exactly uncommon for them. Getting caught in a trap was nothing new. Such was the perilous life of a hero after all. What was unusual, though, was the pit of crystal clear water beneath them.

Oh, and the dozen or so sharks swimming around in it.

They were suspended over a pool fit for Olympic swimming. Hero was no marine biologist, but they were pretty sure those sleek grey fish weren’t dolphins.

Coarse rope dug into their ankle, but Hero found they didn’t mind too much. They had the core strength to be able to reach the knot but, unfortunately, untying it would probably send them plummeting into the water, and Hero wasn’t particularly up for such a literal swim with the fishes today.

Deciding to save their strength, Hero hung limp, tucking their shirt into their pants and leaving their arms to flop loosely with gravity.

Soon, the one responsible for their current predicament made themselves known from the ground.

“Welcome, Hero!” The villain’s voice boomed excitedly.

There was no catwalk, nothing covering the top of the tank. That left Villain to stand next to the glass at the bottom and having to yell up the dangling hero.

Before Hero could think to ask what they were doing here, Villain answered unprompted, “I wanted to show you my new collection!”

“Is this…legal?” Hero questioned, the words difficult to form with the blood rushing to their head.

“Absolutely not!” The villain exclaimed.

Right. That was probably the point.

“Are they…ok?”

Hero blinked hard, trying to stay present in the conversation.

“Who? Bruce, Anchor, Chum, Brooklyn, Barbara, Mark, Lori, Robert, Kevin, Lennie, Daymond, Nado, and Krill?

Their processing was gradually slowing down but those names seemed…oddly familiar.

“The…the sharks.”

Hero supposed they didn’t look too unhappy, chilling in their own space, not circling for an impending meal. Hero certainly couldn’t claim animal cruelty with the size of the aquarium. The oversized fish must be well fed to be able to coexist like this, which was…concerning for the hero, to say the least.

Their vision blurred as they watched a pointed fin breach the surface.

They realized belatedly that they were about to pass out.

“And they’re just fine with each other?”

“Oh, you see, that’s where my new invention comes in-“

The sound of Villain’s voice faded out as Hero’s consciousness slipped away.

…

They awoke to the site of teeth flashing in front of them. They tried to scramble back before their brain could process the several-feet thick wall between them and the apex predator.

“You’ve been quite a rude guest.”

Hero turned to the source of the voice, finding Villain standing over them. The rope that had previously entrapped just one ankle now looped both feet together, as well as connecting both their wrists.

“I’m…sorry?” Hero spoke carefully.

That seemed like a reasonable answer, given their ultimate goal of not ending up as chum.

“You fainted before I could finish my monologue,” Villain pouted, crossing their arms and looking down at the Hero sitting against the wall of the tank.

“That’s…uh, my bad,” Hero answered, preoccupied with wondering when the sharks’ last meal was.

“Please, continue.”

Villain crouched down, looking intently into the Hero’s eyes as they started to explain.

“First, you have to understand the aggression patterns of bull sharks vs those of great whites and tigers…”

And that’s how Hero learned way more about Selachimorpha than they ever wished to know.

[megsironthrone]

A Secret Heir?

Based on this request: Hey if it’s something you are up too maybe one where Arthur Dayne had a secret daughter, she has his sword skills and somehow she end up in winterfell when Robert is here, they all recognized her as the true heir of Arthur and she end up with Robb stark ? Maybe with her by his side he would be able to survive 😂 

Here you are! I apologize for the wait! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Warnings: Slight angst and fluff. It's a little shorter than my usual fics.

Pairings/Characters: Robb Stark x fem!reader, Robert Baratheon, Eddard "Ned" Stark.

You could feel the king's eyes on you as you trained. He'd been doing that since he arrived in Winterfell. Whenever you glanced over at him, his blue eyes were riveted on you, but he spoke quietly to your guardian. You weren't exactly sure as to why and that bothered you. Still, you said nothing to the king himself. You didn't want to embarrass Lord Stark. Not after he'd been so kind to you. But then you heard him say something that surprised you.

          "I swear, she reminds of him each time I watch." Your brows furrowed and you turned to look at the king. As you opened your mouth to ask, you saw something from the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes before blocking Robb's blow. "Come on, Stark. You should know better than that by now." Robb chuckled, earning a smile from you. The two of you went back to training and you resolved to speak to the king at a later time.

          You wouldn't get the chance to speak to the king for many days after over-hearing his comment, but the words stuck with you. Who could you possibly remind the king of? Your father, perhaps. "What is on your mind, my love?" Robb's soft voice reached your ears. You smiled at him. You weren't sure when you'd fallen in love with Robb, but you would be thankful every day that he was in your life loving you.

          "Something the king said. I remind him of someone. A man, I think. But I'm not certain who I could possibly remind the king of. Probably my father, but I never knew the king new my father." Robb hummed in thought as his arms wrapped around your middle. "Perhaps we should ask Father." You hummed a little. You hated bothering Lord Stark with such trivial matters. Then again, he was soon to be your goodfather so perhaps you could, just once.

          "My Lord?" you called out when you saw him again. The older man stopped and turned to you with a smile. You approached him quickly with Robb on your heels. "What has you both in such a hurry?" Robb merely pointed at you. "Lord Stark…Who do I remind the king of?" Ned's lips turned down into a frown and you could see he was hesitant to answer.

          "Please. Is it my father? Does he hate my father too?" Lord Stark looked taken aback by the fierceness in your tone. "Y/N, love," Robb stated quietly, but Ned cut him off, "I do not hate your father, Y/N. I respected him, but I fear you will hate me if you knew the truth. The king does not hate him either, though he does not know that you are the daughter of-"

          "Ser Arthur Dayne," the king's booming voice cut in, making you jump. You curtsied. "Your father hid you," Ned explained, "Because he was a knight. He was never allowed to marry and was never meant to have children while his vows were still being honored. That's why-"

          "That's why I'm a bastard and always will be," you replied, "I knew my father tried to protect me, but I never knew why." You glanced at Robb. Now that your true parentage had been revealed to the king, would Robb still be able to marry you? He was the son of a lord and you were a bastard.

          As if reading your mind, the king snapped out, "Don't look so glum, girl! Just because you're a bastard now doesn't mean you always will be." Your brows furrowed. The two older gentlemen simply stared at you as they waited for you to catch on. Robb chuckled lightly and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side.

          "The king can legitimize you. He could give you a title or whatever else is necessary to ensure our marriage is legitimate." You glanced back at the king with wide eyes as you silently begged him to consider it. He laughed at your expression, something you noticed he loved to do. "I think, given who your father was, you'd be a good Lady of the Winterfell in the future. I already see the most infuriating parts of your father in you, but Ned here sees the best parts of him." Without another word, the kind walked away.

          "So, we can still marry?" you asked Ned softly and he smiled. "Yes, you can still marry. Between us, Robert has a soft spot for a real love like yours and Robb's. He would do anything to keep two people so in love together, including legitimizing you simply so you can marry."

          Ned's words seemed to be law because, before you knew it, you and Robb married two nights before Ned left with your goodsisters to King's Landing. Robb was thrust into the position of acting as Lord of Winterfell in Ned's absence and you were right by his side, ready to offer whatever your new husband needed from you.          

And when Ned was executed and war began, you were right there, fighting alongside Robb. You vowed that death would be the only thing to separate you and Robb. With the skills your father taught you, you were determined to keep you both alive as long as possible. Nothing would take Robb from you. Not war. Not the Lannisters. Not the Freys. You were your father's daughter after all.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I really could not figure out how to end it.)

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[speirslore]

domestic headcanons- rosie rosenthal

(a/n: requested! hope you enjoy <3 requests are open for bob, mota, and tp, as always)

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rosie is naturally nurturing so he's very openly and unabashedly the biggest romantic

is very excited to get married and to have some stability after the war and trials in germany

but your wedding is small, only with your close family and friends

lovesss house hunting with you when you're still in an apartment in the city

he's a great partner, very responsible and reassuring, his presence is naturally calming for you

problem-solver, if something's bothering you he wants to fix it immediately. it doesn't matter how big or small, if it's upsetting you, he wants to make it better

you trust him and his decision making 100%

have a great foundation to have a life together, you got through a literal war together and that definitely strengthens a relationship

rosie prides himself on how well he knows you

to be loved is to be known and that is very relevant here

he also feels so loved and special when you remember little details about him

loves being spontaneous

he's so dependable

a great gift giver, will retain you offhandedly mentioning you like this certain purse or lipstick and boom six months later it's wrapped up for your birthday

he loves cooking and is ridiculously good at it

you learn that rosie can really do anything he sets his mind to including cooking stupidly complicated recipes

anniversaries? forget about it, he out does himself every single year

rosie remembers every single one, not just when you first started dating or eventually your marriage anniversary. first kiss, first everything

rosie loves a romantic gesture, does not care about public embarrassment or judgement at all

twirling you and dipping you around the dance floor

would loveee to do a big public proposal

but that being said isn't huge into pda like making out in public is not his style

but holding hands, hand on the small of your back, or just physical proximity?

oh absolutely loves pet names, especially honey and darling

but totally melts when you call him robert! he doesn't know why it just gets him...

loves it when you read to him, will very timidly request it

some nights will read to you as well, you guys take turns picking out books

one of those couples that lowkey does everything together but not co-dependent or in a bad way?

he just genuinely enjoys spending time with you. you never run out of things to talk or laugh about

rosie is great at having a routine down, he's so busy but gets everything done

so supportive of you and your career, whatever you want that to be

he loves hosting a neighbor or block party at your house, again with never being embarrassed: will get on the grill and wear your floral apron with no shame

he lovesss writing letters, it's so romantic to him

you save all of your letters written back and forth to each other in a (now very big) box under your bed

will leave little notes around the house too like if he leaves in the morning before you wake up or if he's gone for the weekend on a business trip- he'll leave a bunch of notes around the house for you to find

the most attentive dad

has art work from your kids on the fridge and all over his office

music!!!!

music is a huge deal in the rosenthal household. a record is always playing. you have a piano in the living room and your children are all in music lessons, start learning an instrument from a young age

your son loves the piano and your daughter absolutely is amazing at the violin

speaking of concerts, rosie is present at every single one and is sooo proud

the one thing he hates about his job is it can be long hours as an attorney... he hates being away from his family

documents everything about your children, like buys the baby books and takes so many pictures it's so endearing

in awe of your baby like she's so precious and rosie can't get over her chubby cheeks or squealing laughter... she's his weakness

of course he reads to the kids too and tucks them in at night

you do have to force him to relax sometimes and take a breather, it can be very hard for him to let himself relax and chill

he's gotten better since the war but still... he can very easily throw himself into his work and overwork himself

so busy taking care of everyone else that he's not taking care of himself

you can always get him to take a break when you suggest a bath together

his kryptonite...

you love taking a bath with him, a bunch of bubbles, and laying against his chest... perfection

loves being hands on with the kids

will somehow teach himself how to build things like your daughter wants a dollhouse? of course rosie can do it... why couldn't he

loves cuddling and spooning

like laying on the couch together, legs entangled, his hand on your waist, just reading or working on different things in silence, just the physical touch and intimacy is so nice for him

loves watching the kids play outside, reading the newspaper or a book he's been meaning to read, your hands loosely interlocked, sitting on the chair next to him, yeah this is paradise!

always has his robe on in the morning like a cup of coffee, a newspaper, the robe, and slippers... he's a vision

always wants you to sit in his lap or the arm of the chair

will beg you to indulge in slow dancing in the kitchen in said robe to artie shaw

will stop by the market on the way home from work to buy a fresh bouqet of flowers routinely

your kids are in awe of your love for each other and his love for you!

[atopvisenyashill]

Harrenhal will be the new seat of what’s left of the Seven Kingdoms at the ending.

I know a few people have already said bits and pieces of this but I wanted to get everything in one post for my own sanity lmao. There’s three kind of main branches to this theory: geographical reasons, historical reasons, and reasons specific to King Bran theories.

Geography surrounding Harrenhal

It’s the center of everything! Let me show you on the map because i’m a visual learner:

Ignore the North and Dorne and probably the Iron Islands too, bc the first two are not gonna be part of The Seven Kingdoms anymore and the Iron Islands is…gonna be a fucking mess lmao. Lemme zoom in:

It’s a very centralized point in the Riverlands but it’s also fairly centralized to the Crownlands (which will probably get absorbed into the others), the Stormlands, the Eyrie, the Reach, and the Westerlands. It makes sense, from a geographical standpoint, that if the lords need to choose a new ruling seat - and they will no matter what, because King’s Landing is gonna go boom - that a more centralized location for easier access to the capital would be their decision.

The Riverlands is also an excellent choice in general because geographically, they are always getting screwed due to being right in the middle of everyone. They get fucked during the Dance, the Blackfyre Rebellions, Robert’s Rebellion, AND the War of the Five Kings. The only area that really gets screwed over more during the various wars is probably the Dornish Marches, because of the conflicts between the stony Dornishmen and the Storm and Reacher Lords but you can’t really set up there because it’s too far from the Eyrie and Riverlands.

And the thing about the Riverlands is that part of why it gets fucked up is that it’s right in the middle of everything and has no natural defenses. The Eyrie has the mountains, the North has their snow, the Dornish has their desert. The Reach manages to stay out of a lot of fighting because that’s where the food is (although the Iron Islands are about to screw them, but that’s because the war has spiraled out of control) and while both the Stormlands and the Westerlands have seen big battles, they have some protection in their coasts, which gives them ships that the Riverlands just can’t quite access. Having the King set up in the Riverlands gives the smallfolk of the Riverlands some much needed protection and potentially, a break from all the fighting.

So the Riverlands is a good place to set up shop, but Harrenhal specifically? Well, that’s because it’s huge:

Every child of the Trident knew the tales told of Harrenhal, the vast fortress that King Harren the Black had raised beside the waters of Gods Eye three hundred years past, when the Seven Kingdoms had been seven kingdoms, and the riverlands were ruled by the ironmen from the islands. In his pride, Harren had desired the highest hall and tallest towers in all Westeros. Forty years it had taken, rising like a great shadow on the shore of the lake while Harren's armies plundered his neighbors for stone, lumber, gold, and workers. Thousands of captives died in his quarries, chained to his sledges, or laboring on his five colossal towers. Men froze by winter and sweltered in summer. Weirwoods that had stood three thousand years were cut down for beams and rafters. Harren had beggared the riverlands and the Iron Islands alike to ornament his dream. And when at last Harrenhal stood complete, on the very day King Harren took up residence, Aegon the Conqueror had come ashore at King's Landing.

If it’s going to be the capital, it has to be somewhere that can hold a whole lot of people and Harrenhal is ginormous and perfect for holding lots of people. It’s even happened before; part of why Lord Whent stages his big tourney where Lyanna is crowned queen of love and beauty is because likely because Ser Oswell Whent, his brother on the Kingsguard, asked him to stage an excuse to get all the Lords together so Rhaegar could discuss with them what to do about his father and Harrenhal is the biggest castle they can do that in outside of King’s Landing. From The Kingbreaker chapter:

Old Lord Whent had announced the tourney shortly after a visit from his brother, Ser Oswell Whent of the Kingsguard. With Varys whispering in his ear, King Aerys became convinced that his son was conspiring to depose him, that Whent's tourney was but a ploy to give Rhaegar a pretext for meeting with as many great lords as could be brought together.

It’s also built up to be sturdier than King’s Landing. Whereas King’s Landing was kind of haphazardly thrown together as it built up over the years, Harren the Black had always meant for a lot of people to be housed there. We see how many people can live in it during Arya’s chapters as she runs around inside of it and Harrentown and this is with a ruler who has no interest in keeping a lot of people in it. With a King or Queen living there, it opens itself up to growing in a much more easily defensible way than King’s Landing.

Historical Reasons Harrenhal is Significant

As you can see on the map, it’s built right on the edge of a very important place: The Isle of Faces and the lake that surrounds it, called the Gods Eye.

It’s a key place for the history of Westeros because it’s where the First Men and the Children of the Forest made peace:

Inexorably, the war ground on across generations, until at last the children understood that they could not win. The First Men, perhaps tired of war, also wished to see an end to the fighting. The wisest of both races prevailed, and the chief heroes and rulers of both sides met upon the isle in the Gods Eye to form the Pact…

It’s also notable for being the only place the Andals never managed to conquer:

It is possible that a few [Children of the Forest] survived on the Isle of Faces, as some have written, under the protection of the green men, whom the Andals never succeeded in destroying.

It’s a place associated with peace and negotiations between people, a place to stand strong against war and untouched by its horrors. A monument to what could be, if you will. And Harrenhal sits on its shore; it would add a very rich layer to setting up King’s Landing in a place associated with peace. And this isn’t the only time a succession crisis of sorts is settled there. The Great Council of 101 AC was held there.

To resolve the matter of his heir once and for all, Jaehaerys called the first Great Council in the year 101 AC, to put the matter before the lords of the realm. And from all corners of the realm the lords came. No castle could hold so many save for Harrenhal, so it was there that they gathered. The lords, great and small, came with their trains of bannermen, knights, squires, grooms, and servants. And behind them came yet more—the camp followers and washerwomen, the hawkers and smiths and carters. Thousands of tents sprang up over the moons, until the castle town of Harrenton was accounted the fourth largest city of the Realm.

Once again, we have Harrenhal associated with peace and negotiation in its history. However, that’s not all it’s associated with; there are several very significant battles that take place near the Gods Eye - again, it is in the middle of everything. It’s a place with lots of history and lots of ties to everyone in Westeros. There’s the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye between Maegor and Aegon the Uncrowned, The Battle of the Lake Shore and The Battle Over the Gods Eye during the Dance, as well as the story of Addam Velaryon landing Seasmoke on the Isle of Faces to take counsel from the green men after being accused of treason. It is, all in all, a very significant place in Westeros.

But that’s not the only reason Harrenhal is talked about. Basically every single time Harrenhal is brought up, someone will mention that it’s haunted. This belief comes because of Aegon the Conquerer and Harren the Black. While Orys Baratheon and Rhaenys march for the Stormlands & Daemon Velaryon and Visenya left for the Vale, Aegon himself first turns towards Harren the Black and the Riverlands. All three face opposition but Aegon conquers the Riverlands first because Harren is so ill loved:

So now the riverlands rose against him, led by Lord Edmyn Tully of Riverrun. Summoned to the defense of Harrenhal, Tully declared for House Targaryen instead, raised the dragon banner over his castle, and rode forth with his knights and archers to join his strength to Aegon’s. His defiance gave heart to the other riverlords. One by one, the lords of the Trident renounced Harren and declared for Aegon the Dragon. Blackwoods, Mallisters, Vances, Brackens, Pipers, Freys, Strongs … summoning their levies, they descended on Harrenhal.

And he makes very quick work of Harrenhal, making it the first Kingdom to become part of the Seven Kingdoms:

The riverlords outside the castle walls said later that the towers of Harrenhal glowed red against the night, like five great candles … and like candles, they began to twist and melt, as runnels of molten stone ran down their sides.

Ever since the burning of Harrenhal, no House has been able to hold it without going extinct soon after. For House Targaryen’s rule in Westeros to start with Harren the Black’s hubris and the fall of Harrenhal, and end with Harrenhal becoming the new seat of the King of the Four (??) Kingdoms is a really neat connection.

Reasons Why It Works With King Bran

But wait! you say. Didn’t you just say that Harrenhal is cursed??

Why yes I did. HOWEVER. There is one family that the Curse of Harrenhal supposedly never touched: The Whents.

You see, from Harren the Black up until the Whents, every other House in charge of it has gone extinct.

House Hoare? That’s Harren’s house and we all know what happened there - they don’t call him Balerion the Black Dread for no reason.

House Qoherys? Dead less than three decades later.

House Harroway? Wiped out a decade later.

House Towers? died out within two decades, ending with sickly Maegor Towers and then old and tired Rhaena Targaryen, until the two odd friends died and the holdings were free again.

House Strong? Well…between the fire that kills Harwin and Lyonel, Larys’ shenanigans getting him merced by Cregan, and Aemond just straight committing a minor genocide in the Riverlands, they all died out (except maybe Alys Rivers’ baby but we don’t have any info there).

House Lothston? Interestingly, they hold the castle for several decades, but they too went completely extinct under King Maekar.

So we come to House Whent. They’ve held it for about 6 ish decades and though they’ve also had some bad luck, they’ve had their people grow old - Walter Whent who threw the tourney is called “Old Lord Whent” by Barristan, and Shella Whent is old when she dies. But the most interesting thing is Minisa Whent.

We don’t know a lot about the Whent line, only that Shella refused to bend the knee to Joffrey, fled Harrenhal when it was attacked, and later died. You could say the curse still got them but in every other case, the whole line dies, not just the main line! Even Janos Slynt has no descendants and Littlefinger will have none to inherit either. But the Whents do: they have House Tully. Minisa Whent married Hoster Tully and had Catelyn and Edmure. The Whents are known for their sharp cheekbones and both Catelyn and Sansa, funny enough, are described as having sharp cheekbones. This very close relation could mean that the Starklings have a claim to Harrenhal through their mother.

This fits with King Bran because we know the lords are perfectly fine fudging things and going through the female line if it fits their needs. They did the same thing with Robert and his grandmother Rhaelle Targaryen, who married Ormund Targaryen, Steffon’s mother. Renly says here:

Oh, there was talk of the blood ties between Baratheon and Targaryen, of weddings a hundred years past, of second sons and elder daughters. No one but the maesters care about any of it.

The maesters love a loophole inheritance.

And remember that the odds of surviving the books for the Baratheons and Targaryens is very, very low. It’s pretty much just bastards all the way down (on both sides lmao, because I do not think either Young Griff or Dany are gonna survive). And whenever the inheritance isn’t clear, a Great Council is called. Catelyn even suggested it while parlying with the Baratheons:

Let the three of you call for a Great Council, such as the realm has not seen for a hundred years. We will send to Winterfell, so Bran may tell his tale and all men may know the Lannisters for the true usurpers. Let the assembled lords of the Seven Kingdoms choose who shall rule them.

Mentioning Bran, of course. A lot of people think it’s far fetched and while I do think him being so young is gonna be a hard sell now that the time jump is gone, I don’t think it’s that far fetched that the lords of the Stormlands, The Reach, the Eyrie, and The Westerlands would be convinced to choose Hoster Tully’s grandson and Ned Stark’s baby boy to rule over them.

And finally, Robb wasn’t called “Robb Stark, King in the North” he was also explicitly called “King of the Trident.” All the talk about who is Robb’s heir but look at how they all think of themselves - “as brave as Robb” “as strong as Robb” or they’ll have sons and name them Robb. Whereas Who Rules The North is all tied up in Robb’s legacy, the Iron Throne isn’t! If King Bran rules from the Riverlands, however, it gives Bran that tie to Robb; he gets to protect and rule from the lands Robb swore to protect, the lands he ultimately fought and died in. For Bran, he still gets to be Robb’s heir, at least in spirit, and I think that would be, to Bran, something very bittersweet.

[mothdruid]

The Physics of Love - Prologue

series masterlist | part one

pairing.

robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader

warnings.

insecurities, previously experienced misogyny in STEM, self-doubt. this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.

authors note.

professor coleman (hondo) is a real one who loves his students. but let me know what you think so far! i will be doing a tag list for this series, so if you would like to join that, let me know.

The red ink stared back at you menacingly. Every minus one, minus two, minus three points marks taunting you. Sixty-eight out of one hundred. It wasn’t the worst you had scored in the class, but it was too far into the semester for you to drop. If only you had actually considered it a few weeks ago. That foolish woman in STEM mentality got the better of you though.

“If there are any issues with scores, let me know after class.” Professor Coleman announced.

It was as if the whole classroom failed, many students hanging back to talk with Professor Coleman. And you were no exception, slowly packing your bag while leaving your test on the table. You flipped through it a little bit as you waited after packing. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed, you just weren’t sure what to do from here on out.

“Issue with your score?” Professor Coleman asked.

You shook your head, letting out a soft chuckle.

“No, I just,” your hand tightened on the marked up papers, “don’t know what to do.”

Professor Coleman gave you a questioning look. You watched as he adjusted his glasses, staring at you with an odd kindness. The tension in your shoulders started to dissipate, your body finally relaxing enough to let your frustration sift into worry.

“If I don’t pass this class, boom, bam, degree gone,” you set the packet on the table. It was annoying to think that this class would potentially make it or break it for you. Stripping you of that geology degree you had yearned for since junior high. Math? A struggle but doable. Chem? Not too bad. Physics? The bane of your existence.

“It’s not like the final is next week. You have passed both exams so far.”

“Barely,” your hands were starting to clench up. It was a nervous habit, one you couldn’t seem to shake.

“Still passed though,” Professor Coleman offered you a smile.

"My degree requires a C plus, something that looks impossible right now," you sighed, tightly running your forefinger and thumb across your forehead to block your vision. It was beyond frustrating.

"Have you thought about looking for a tutor?"

A tutor? Was he being serious? How could anyone help you learn this cursed subject? Let alone get you to retain the information. Plus, you had tried it last semester. It ended in a bit of a failure, on your part and the tutors.

"Yeah, last semester. Tutor got frustrated because I couldn't pick it up, and I got frustrated about not picking it up quickly and it was just," you removed your hand only to be greeted with a soft frown, "it didn't work."

"Would you be willing to give it another try?" Professor Coleman asked, pushing his hands in his pockets.

"I uh… I don't know. I'm not a huge fan of the tutor program here, especially after last semester." You looked over at him with a frown and shrugged. "Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me to give up on geology."

"Hey, some of the best things in life are hard to get, and this might be one of them." Coleman smiled softly at you.

Doubt with a hint of shame swirled around your mind. A storm cloud that didn't want to dissipate. As much as you wanted to believe his words, it was hard. It was hard enough to make it in this field anyways. Hell, any STEM major was hell to get into. It was exceptionally worse though being a female in the field though. You had had classmates and professors act as if you didn't belong among them. And now, it felt like it was all true.

"What if I found you a tutor? Hand picked by me," Coleman shrugged, his words catching your attention.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, I can just fail and go about taking it next semes-"

"I don't want to see you fail."

The two of you stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Coleman had been the first professor that had seemed to actually care about how you did, which was rare for a STEM professor. Most of them had a sink or swim mentality with their subjects, but not him. Not good ole Hondo.

You had heard about Professor Coleman through a few of your other classmates in your program. He used to be an astrophysicist for NASA but then decided to pursue the field of teaching. Or at least that is what you heard through the grapevine. He taught a collection of undergrad students and grad students. You heard Professor Mitchell call him crazy one time for teaching so many students, but you didn't think that Professor Mitchell had much room to talk.

"I don't know if anyone you pick will put up with my incompetence for physics," you hate to admit it, but it was true. You were incompetent at the subject, basically hopeless.

"You're not incompetent, we all have areas we struggle with. I have the perfect person in mind anyways," Professor Coleman said with a smile while leaning back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah? Who?" You gave him a curious look.

"It will be a surprise," Coleman said as he pushed up off his desk. He took a few steps over to you. "He will be helpful and patient, because it sounds like you haven't had much of that so far."

"But what if–"

Professor Coleman held his hand up to stop your words.

"No buts, and please just trust me."

"Fine, but if this doesn't work out," you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, "you're paying for my second semester of Physics ll."

Professor Coleman grinned, holding his hand out for you to take. The two of you shook hands, sealing the deal. As much as you didn't want to, there was an overwhelming feeling about you failing flowing through you. It felt like the only outcome, all your insecurities about your place in the world bubbling to the surface. But somewhere, deep down inside of you was a bubble or two, telling you that this tutor would help you survive the rest of the semester.

[1ovede1uxe]

jobros go to college!

I was working on a couple concepts for fics and came up with this idea, I'm also missing being at uni so... yeah .

Robert E.O. Speedwagon is 100% a business major. He probably has a minor in finance as well, or maybe a double major? He didn't make a fortune without the education on how to grow an empire or how to manage it. He's also probably in a major exclusive frat, something like alpha kappa psi (fraternity open to business students) or beta alpha psi (international honors society for finance students). Socially, he's a designated driver, and he's always got your back. If you're at a party, you can trust your drink with him.

Caesar Zeppeli would be an archaeology major with a minor in either a fine art or history. He's mature and knows he needs to major in something semi-practical, but doesn't want to leave behind the things he holds dear. perhaps im projecting. He's an overachiever, just does about everything he can, and he's popular. If he's studying in an English speaking country, he's taking part in Italian club. He's probably in some kind of social frat leadership position as well. Despite all these responsibilities and booming social life, he's on top of his grades, and is always on the dean's list. At parties, he's social and flirty per usual, but needs a few drinks to get going, in which he can be a bit grouchy or easy to rile up.

Kakyoin Noriaki is difficult for me to decide on, I can absolutely see him being something like a computer science major, as he loves video games and his smarts. But I could also see him being the other side of the coin, doing something like anthropology or cultural studies. I'm not going to lie, he has an ego about how smart he is. or at least he acts like it, overconfidence to overcompensate for insecurity, perhaps? He's in some kind of major exclusive fraternity or honors society for his major, granted reluctantly, but he knows he needs the connections. Do not be fooled by his somewhat nerdy appearance or profile, he's a hoot at parties, but don't expect him to go to one without at least a friend there.

Okuyasu Nijimura will switch his major every month up until his advisor stops him. Wherever he lands, he lands and he takes it and runs. Oh an he is absolutely in the marching band (more on that at a later date). Academically, he's at okay standing, not entirely because of lack of smarts but lack of turning in work regularly. Okuyasu isn't in any greek organizations however he hangs around people who are so much, he's at almost every event. He's a great time and the life of the party, with or without a couple drinks.

Pannacotta Fugo, is a double major 100%. Majoring in statistics and political science, plus a minor in psychology, and pre-law, this man is stacked. For the sake of this headcanon, lets pretend he entered college at a standard age. He absolutely took every AP/A Level he could and has his Associate's by his entry. He's in honors societies for both of his majors no doubt, and he's a tutor. Is he a good tutor? Yes and no, he has questionable methods, but has the best pass rate of any tutor, professor or student, in his whole university. You won't find him at any kind of party, and if you do oh boy is he not happy about it, but he'll still drive those close to him home.

Ermes Costello is going to be also somewhere in the field of law, due to her strong sense of justice. Perhaps criminal justice/criminology ironically. She’s on the track team, but you can still find her hanging out with friends from intramural sports (I'm getting soccer?) and maybe a cultural club. She's in a coed service frat, perhaps alpha phi omega. She's at a lot of parties and she hosts a lot too when she can, and she's got your back. You can trust her to hold your drink, and defend you from whatever dumb person won't leave you alone.

★ masterlist

[reigningqueenofwords]

The Perfect Arrangement

Pairings: Prince Dean x Princess Reader, King John x Queen Mary, King Bobby x Queen Karen Word count: 2,541

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“Y/N.” Your father, King Robert, fondly called ‘Bobby’, spoke gently, his voice full of sorrow.

Taking a deep breath, your Y/E/C eyes went from the window of the carriage, to your parents. “Yes, father?” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your mother, Queen Karen, gave you a sad smile. “We picked the best suitor for you, dear.” She told you lovingly. “Many princess and knights asked for your hand.” She went on, watching the anger flash across your face, your jaw tensing for a moment. In that split second, you looked as if you were the ruling queen. It was a bittersweet moment.

Your long Y/H/C hair was flowing down your back, two small simple braids holding the front from hanging in your face. You were sitting up perfectly straight, having it drilled into your head since you were a child. Looking back out the window, your displeasure was clear. “I have yet to see a reason why I should be celebrating being traded like livestock, mother.” You said simply.

Bobby groaned, having a love/hate relationship with your attitude. While he was grateful there was no way you would ever let anyone take advantage of you, he was often on the receiving end of it at the moment. “We have put this off long enough, young lady.” He said firmly. “Many young women your age are mothers by now!” He pointed out. “You are two years past when you were to be wed, and I cannot stall any longer.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you gave him pure attitude. “Well, thank you so much for that, father.”

Your mother patted his hand and shook her head at him as you looked back out at the passing greenery. It was clear nothing they were saying was helping, and it was making it worse in her opinion.

It was just after nightfall when you approached the castle that would be your new home. You felt your heart rate speed up, and your rage spike. While you knew your parents had been an arranged marriage, that meant nothing to you. That had been many, many years ago. Shouldn’t things have changed by then? Not that your opinions seemed to matter any to them.

Pulling to a stop, your father was the first to exit the carriage, then your mother, and finally, yourself. You were greeted by a fairly attractive looking king, the father of your groom to be, you presumed. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Lawrence!” He boomed, a grin on his face, arms outstretched. “I am King John, and I am very pleased at your arrival. I trust your journey was safe?” He asked, looking to your father.

Bobby gave him a tight smile, and a nod. “Of course, and we thank you for having us.” He said politely.

John’s smile put you at ease, ever so slightly, but not enough to lesson the feelings you held inside you. “And you must be my future daughter.” He turned to you, holding out his hand for you.

As you took it, and curtseyed, you bowed your head. “My King.” You said kindly.

He kissed your hand quickly, but kept hold of your hand. “Let me lead you to your chambers.” He told the three of you.

“Shouldn’t you have servants to do that for you?” Your mother asked, admiring his dedication to his guests.

King John smiled, and shook his head. “Staff is limited after dark, and you are my personal guests.” He replied. “Let us talk, and get to know each other better as we move through the halls.” He motioned towards the large front doors.

Prince Sam was sitting in the library, reading by candle light when he heard his father’s voice. Grinning, he slid out of the chair and ran to him. He slid to a stop when he saw he had guests. “Oh, forgive me.” He gave them a bow. You gathered he was about 16, but could have been wrong. “Father, if you have a moment later, I’d like to discuss something with you?” He looked at John, hopeful.

“Of course.” He nodded. “I presume you’ll be in the library, as usual?” He asked, pride written on his face. Sam nodded quickly, smiling, causing John to chuckle. “Get back to your reading, son. Proper introductions at breakfast.” He shoo’d him, knowing he’d be getting rushed off to bed in the next hour or so.

Sam bowed. “Yes, father.” He turned to you and your parents. “Welcome to our home.” With that, he went back to the library, eager to finish what he was reading.

Your parents chambers were the first that you came to, and yours were closer to the King’s and Queen’s. “If there’s anything you require, think of this as your home, dear.” John told you as he opened your chamber doors for you.

Looking around, your eyes took in every detail. You looked up at him, a small smile on your face. “Y/F/C is my favorite color.” You told him, as that’s what many of the fabrics were in. They had tiny gold accents on them as well.

John grinned. “I know.” He told you. “Your father and myself have been corresponding for months, and I have taken every opportunity to learn what I can about you.” He saw the look of surprise on your face, and it amused him. “I also learned that you are very against this, and I want you to feel as at home as you can.”

You glanced back over the room. “Thank you.” You said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, my dear. Get some rest. One of our best servants will be in here to help you ready for breakfast.” He told you before you walked in further, allowing him to shut the doors.

When there was a knock on your door, you were already sitting in front of your vanity, brushing your hair out. “You may enter.” You looked over your shoulder, watching a pretty red head come in.

“Good morning, milady.” She greeted you. “I’ll be your personal lady in waiting.” She smiled. “My name is Celeste, but many call me ‘Charlie’.”

You smiled in return. “My name is Y/N.”

She shut the door behind her, giving you a small bow. “Yes, princess.” She nodded. “Shall I assist you in preparing for breakfast, princess?” Charlie offered.

“Simply help me lace up the back of my dress, if you would?” You asked her, moving your hair to the side.

“Of course, milady.” Charlie agreed, moving forward as you stood.

Your hands were together in front of you as she began to work. “May I ask you a question, Charlie?” You asked her, your eyes watching the pair of you in the mirror.

Her eyes met yours, and she gave you a genuine smile. “Of course you can, milady.” She nodded.

“What is my betrothed like?” Your voice held the tiniest bit of worry. “I mean, is he kind? Is he cocky?” You blushed.

Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle a tad at that. “We’re the same age, Prince Dean and I, actually.” She began. “When we were children, we would often play together.” That made you smile, knowing many princes were stuck up and cruel before they were old enough to see over the table. “He actually taught me to fight, as well.” Your eyebrows went up, making her laugh. “My mother had the same reaction, milady, but the King found it endearing, and allowed it.” She went on. “He’s loyal, but a bit of a flirt.” She giggled. “When we grew older, he attempted to flirt with me. I believe he was simply trying to find his way.”

“What happened?” You asked, curious.

She blushed. “I told him I had eyes for his mother’s hand maiden.” She said quietly. “She was just a few years older than us, actually.”

You gasped, an amused look on your face. “What did the prince say?”

“He said ‘me, too’.” She stepped back, admiring her work. “You’re all ready, milady.”

Turning, you gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Charlie. I can see us becoming good friends.” You earned a proud look from her.

“I would enjoy that.” She told you. “Shall I show you to the dining hall?”

The King and Queen were already seated when you were led in, your cheeks turning pink when you realized that you were the last to arrive. “I’m so sorry I’m late.” You gave them a bow.

John smiled as he rose. “Not to worry, my dear.” He assured you. “Now we may introduce everyone!” He sounded so happy. You hoped that he wasn’t the only one like that in this castle.

“My sons, this is Princess Y/N. Dean’s future bride.” Your eyes looked to his son’s, and your breath caught in your throat. You had seen the younger boy the night before, and highly doubted that was your groom to be. The man with green eyes winked at you with a smirk, and you were certain that was him. Charlie had said he was a flirt. “And these are her gracious parents, King Robert, and Queen Karen.” He motioned to where your parents sat. “These are my two boys, Dean, and Samuel.”

Samuel groaned lightly. “Please, call me Sam.” He muttered, making you smile.

“Please to meet you, my lords.” You greeted them.

Mary clapped her hands once, happily, a smile on her face. “The wedding will be in one month’s time, and I am personally assisting dear Y/N in planning the event.” She looked so excited.

Your eyes went wide. “I-I’m helping plan this?” You asked, shocked. You had never planned any event before. Rarely had you even had any say in your birthday parties, much to your dismay.

“Of course.” Mary chuckled lightly.

“Thank you, your highness.” You said softly before being led to your seat by your betrothed.

He looked at you, licking his lips. “It’s nice to finally meet you, sweetheart.” He greeted you.

You looked taken aback at his greeting. “And you, my lord.” You blushed.

John chuckled and shook his head. “Feast up!” He announced, letting everyone know to begin their meal.

pending time with Mary as you planned your wedding was relaxing. She made you feel like you’d known her your whole life. It made it easy to voice your opinions to her when you didn’t like the direction something was going.

You had been in the Kingdom of Lawrence for a week when she took you by surprise one morning. “You’ll not be assisting me today, my dear.” She smiled.

“What? Have I done something wrong?” You asked, confused and a tad worried.

She shook her head. “Nothing, I assure you. You’ll be spending the day in the country with the Prince.” Mary smirked. “A little picnic, some fresh air, and the chance to get to get better acquainted.” She explained simply. “I’d hate to have you entering your marriage to a complete stranger.”

You chuckled lightly. “It is appreciated, my lady.” You agreed.

“Good! It’s settled.” She beamed. “We’ll see you back in time for dinner.”

You were approaching the carriage and grew nervous as Dean stood there, his eyes on you. “You look ravishing, sweetheart.” He told you with a smile when you were just a couple feet away. “That color suits you.” He motioned to your gown.

Blushing, you smiled and glanced down at the royal blue color of the fabric. Looking up, you chuckled lightly. “I’ll tell Charlie you said so.”

He grinned, nodding. “Good ol’ Charlie.” He motioned to the carriage. “Shall we?” With his left hand, he opened the carriage door, and helped you in with his right.

“Thank you.” You said sincerely as you stepped in, getting comfortable. Once he was in, and the door shut, the carriage began moving right away. “To be honest, when your mother told me that today would not be spent assisting her, I assumed I had upset her.” You admitted.

Dean smiled at your opening up to him. “This was my idea, actually.” He chuckled at the shocked expression on your face. “My father told me about your unhappiness with this arrangement. I was hoping to at least start our marriage off as friends.” He admitted. “We will be sharing chambers, and our lives.”

You nodded at that. “It’s very appreciated, my lord.” You wanted to be sure he knew that his kindness was not being met with ungratefulness. “To be honest, I was terrified of who I’d be wed to.”

“Understandable.” He nodded. “I felt that way, too. Then I saw you.”

Raising an eyebrow, you had a slightly amused look on your face. “What if I had a truly vile personality?” You asked teasingly.

Dean chuckled, shrugging. “Well, I guess we’ll never know, now will we?” He answered.

“I guess not.” You smiled.

The morning of the wedding quickly approached, and you found yourself surrounded my maids. Your hair was done just so, your dress was perfection, flowers being checked over, and Charlie was there assuring you every step of the way. You’d begun to fall for your betrothed, and it honestly scared you. “Can everyone give me a moment?” You asked when you were just about done getting ready. “Charlie is capable of finishing up. I assure you, I will be out of my room on time.” You smiled softly at the others. They gave you a small bow and left the room.

Once it was just the two of you, Charlie saw you visibly relax. “Take a deep breath.” She told you with a small smile.

You looked at her and bit your lip. “I’m about to get married, Charlie.” You breathed, your hand on your stomach. “A-and it’s a huge deal! I do care about the prince, I really do…” You went on. “But, this is the rest of my life. There will be sharing our chambers, there will be children, and oh boy…”

She moved over to you and put her hands on your arms gently. “And you will face that as the brave and amazing woman that you are, milady.” Charlie grinned. “The prince is very lucky to have you as a bride, and I’m sure he knows that.” You smiled softly at her. “Besides, I’m always here for you, as well.”

“That is a comfort.” You nodded. “Alright, let’s get me to this wedding.” You chuckled lightly.

Charlie nodded. “If you get too nervous we can always run away.” She teased with a wink, making you laugh. “Good. Keep that pretty smile.”

Your hands were shaking lightly as you stood outside the large doors of the cathedral, your palms sweating as you gripped your flowers. Charlie was no longer by your side, having other duties to attend to for the feast that would follow. Nodding to the two guards that were standing there, they began to open the doors.

Swallowing, you worked on calming your nerves, your eyes going straight to the prince. Your soon to be husband grinned the moment he saw you. “Just breath.” You reminded yourself before your feet began to carry you towards him, and the rest of your life.

[jordie-gvf]

sweater weather, danny wagner

warnings : mentions of thunderstorms, suggestive language, making out

word count : 682

It had been colder than the North Pole in Nashville for the past week. Danny hadn't been home for most of the week as the album release date was dropping and Meeting The Master was coming out in the next week or so.

When you woke up, you were freezing. You felt over to Danny’s side and couldn’t sense him. You opened your eyes and saw no Danny. However, you heard him from inside the bathroom. 

“Hey!” he said, trying as best as he could with a mouthful of toothpaste. He spit into the sink and cleaned his mouth off and came over to you. 

“Hi Baby,” he kissed your forehead and pulled the blankets off of you. You quickly shook your head no and pulled the comforter back onto your body. 

He reached under the covers and felt your hands. 

“My God! You’re as cold as ice! Here, let me lay down with you.” 

He climbed into bed behind you and held you close to him. Warmth was radiating off of him and surrounding you, engulfing you.

He moved your hair from the back of your neck onto the pillow and peppered kisses onto your neck. 

“How’d you sleep, Angel?”

“Good, I was just cold,” you told him, informing him about last night.

“You should’ve told me. We could’ve cuddled.”

“You know I won't pass up some good cuddles from Danny Wagner.”

“Mmm, c’mere.” 

He pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, and wrapped his arm around you and put his hand under your shirt. 

“How are you so warm?”

“Why are you always cold?”

You let out a sigh of pleasure and grabbed his hand that was under your shirt. 

“What should we do today?” he asked you, trying to motivate you to get out of bed.

“Stay here and cuddle all day long.”

“How about we cuddle and make out all day long?” 

“We can do that too,” you responded, turning around to face him.

“Hi,” 

“Hi, Danny.”

He stroked the side of your face and lightly placed his lips upon yours. You kissed him back and wrapped your hand around his wrist. 

You and Danny laid there, admiring the moment you had together. You could hear the pitter patter of the rain on the window near your bed as you two were kissing.

He pulled away and said, “Come on, we should do something other than this.”

“Nuh uh, this is fine.” You pulled his face back to yours and kissed him again, gently. 

He maneuvered on top of you and held your thigh in his hand. He stood back on his knees and said, “I know, I know. I don’t want to stop either, but we should at least get out of bed.”

He eventually persuaded you to leave the warm and cozy bed. Currently, you were lying on the couch with Baphomet under a warm blanket. Danny was in the kitchen, making autumn squash soup for dinner.

The only thing the two of you had done today was, sit on the couch and watch the Harry Potter movies. 

Once he was finished cooking, he brought over two bowls of warm soup. He made himself a drink and brought your water bottle. 

“Did you rim it and stick it in?” you asked him, pointing to the lemon peel, reminiscing about the video he made.

“Should I rim it and stick it in?” he responded, raising one eyebrow up at you towards your direction. 

You laughed at him and pushed his shoulder, “You are nasty, Daniel Robert!”

“I forgot to ask the other question, could I rim it and stick it in?”

You thought about his question for a few seconds before your thoughts were disrupted by a crack of lightning and a boom of thunder. 

Danny had his hand on your knee, which was covered by your blanket. He lovingly rubbed your knee to comfort you, knowing that you loved the rain, but hated thunderstorms.

He moved his head to look at you and said, “That is some serious sweater weather out there, Darlin’.”

[allthesmutl0vers]

Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Part One)

No TW yet, but they will be coming soon

Chapter One

Y/n

"Y/n dear! Are you ready? The Weasleys will be here soon!" I hear my mum call from downstairs. 

“Almost ready, mum!” I shout as I finish packing my bag in a hurry, thanking MErlin that I packed most of my stuff last night. I really need to stop staying up so late reading, but I couldn’t help myself, it was a good book. 

“Evening, Hunts!” Arthur’s cheery voice booms from the living room downstairs. I hear my parents greet him as I shove the last of my stuff into my bag for the train ride. 

I open my door in a rush and run right into two familiar chests. “In a bit of a hurry, are we?” Fred jokes with a laugh. 

“You’d think her pants were on fire,” George adds. 

“Merlin, are you two trying to give me a heart attack?” I chastise them while holding my chest. 

They both laugh and Fred pulls me into a hug. “Not quite yet, love. Too many pranks to pull,” he jokes as he steps back, and George moves in for a hug. 

“What would we do without our partner in crime?” George jokes, stepping back after his hug. 

I laugh and roll my eyes. “Probably get yourself thrown out of school before we graduate this year,” I joke back, making us all laugh. I love being around Fred and George. They’ve been my best friends since our first year at Hogwarts when I joined them in a prank on Filtch. We’ve been inseparable ever since, alternating between each other’s houses for holidays and summer breaks. I once thought we could be more than friends, but I could never decide between them. Then, in our fifth year, I met Draco, and we started dating. It took a while for our friends to get used to each other, but now we’re all close friends. 

I grab my bag, and Fred and George carry my trunk down the stairs where their dad and my parents are talking and laughing. 

Arthur looks over at me with a wide smile after laughing at one of my dad’s jokes. “Oh, y/n! How nice to see you again!” Arthur says cheerfully. “Are you all ready to go?” 

“Yes, sir. All packed,” I smile wide. 

Arthur waves a hand as he stands. “Merlin, how many times have I told you that you don’t have to call me ‘sir?’” Arthur jokes. 

“Old habits die hard, I suppose,” I shrug with a smile. 

Arthur nods and faces my parents again. “Sheila, Robert, always a pleasure. Do let Molly and I know if you can make it. It’s supposed to be a great show.” 

My parents nod with a smile, and my dad shakes his hand. “The pleasure is all ours, Arthur. And I think we can make it work.”

“Excellent. I’ll tell Molly to listen for the ring. These telephones, you called them? Amazing machines, much quicker than an owl,” Arthur says as he turns to me and the twins with a clap. “Well, best be off. Fred, George, you first.” 

“See you on the other side,” George jokes with a nudge to my shoulder. 

I smile and laugh. “Remember to speak very clearly,” I use Molly’s words the first time she taught us how to use the floo network. They laugh and roll their eyes as they speak their destination and disappear in a flash of green flames. 

“Oh!” My mum says excitedly. “Y/n dear, hang back a moment, will you?” My mum asks as she walks towards the kitchen. I nod to Arthur to go ahead of me, and he nods back and disappears into the flames. A moment later, my mum returns from the kitchen with three apple pies and hands them to me. “Here, honey. These are for you guys after dinner.”

“Thanks, Mum,” I smile and set the pies down to hug her. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, honeybee,” My dad says, hugging me next. “We will see you on the platform. Have a great time, and try not to get into too much trouble. I don’t need an owl from Dumbledore again about how you and the boys flooded another bathroom,” My dad says, pulling back. 

“I’ll do my best,” I chuckle. I pick up the pies and blow them a kiss before throwing down some floor powder and speaking. “The Burrow.”

Part Two