#i luv all the houses

[samuraijacksoff]

HELLO i have finally finished putting together a little book of cross stitch patterns made w minecraft. for free on Internet Archive !! :)

[solargeist]

grandparent house nostalgia

[liesmultixxx]

rereading random house of hades chapters is hilarious because before i know it, leo is calling calypso “ma’am” and i just-

[ann1e-on-earth]

All da ladies luv Leo

[andrew-dramaqueen-minyard]

Much to Andrews dislike because he would very much like to just buy everything new, Neil continues to hate spending money, especially large amounts on things he doesn’t really see as important

So the decor to their house is almost entirely thrifted or found on the side of the road. The day they found an orange couch in perfect condition with a ‘free’ sign, Neil was almost vibrating with excitement.

[geddy-leesbian]

also here's me "walking" around in the attic

[afterlife-2004]

THE 🔥FLAMES🔥OF DISASTER⁉️⁉️‼️

Here’s a link to the original tweet by @//FurabioOtoMAD on Twitter :D!

They also uploaded the video onto YouTube! XDDDDDDD

Go check it out!

[zuliobro]

whaaaat!!! 700 followers?? thank you guys for sticking w me!

[steelycunt]

i love the newbuild estate on the hill above my town they are trying so hard to convince us that its just a normal little collection of houses where real people live and there are no sinister schemes or cults being run out of it for which the perfect houses are all just a front but it isnt working. it isnt working even a little bit

[cherrybombrs]

ooohhhh you will perceive my oc ooohh

[seagrapejellie]

This funky guy on the mollusk post is a moon snail!!!!

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS!! omg i think i saw the shell and thought it was a giant clam.........i am so silly ugh!!!!

[999moreyears]

ATE MOCHI ICE CREAM 4 THE 1ST TIME!! it was Okay (ice cream inside was YUMMERSS.. the Mochi Not So much...) I think I need 2 have mochi on its own..

[iamveronica]

In the driveway, he asked a favour. He wanted to modify a few of the things he said. "Please don't have me say anything unpleasant about Coldplay and Radiohead," he said. "There's no point to it, it just looks silly and mean. They're perfectly good bands, they're just not to my taste." You called them Oldplay and Radiodead. "I know. But I say a lot of things I don't mean."

- Morrissey, Word – June 2003

[chokech3rry]

okay my friend's actual fan belt broke and left her stranded on the way home for christmas and she's fine now she made it but i was like this

trying not to make a house of wax reference

[itoshi-s]

how am i supposed not to think of me n rin as soulmates when my mum would literally order pochacco plushies from overseas 4 me when i was little cuz i was OBSESSED ......... n now look ┐(︶▽︶)┌

[connorsui]

Can I cry? ...I wanna cry 🥺🥺🩷🩷my fucking soul for aemond is pounding HARD cuz the bitch just be imagining how he worries over the STUPID JEWEL SCARING HIS LITTLE BABEH 😭😭😭

Like sweetie my beloved , the soul of my fucking existence, my serotonin 🧍‍♀️✨️✨️AFTER THIS WE FUCKING 😤U GONNA KNOW U LOVED 💗😤

But the babeh also saying that fucking vaghar has a deep ass voice . . . Imagine that old hag fucking signing-- she gonna make the WALLS BREAK 💀💀WE GONNA BECOME CERSEI UNDER RUBBLE 💀💀💀

My Dragon ~ Aemond x wife!Reader

warnings: mentions of Aemond's eye injury, some angst & fluff

word count: 1.0k

note: pure fluffy dad!Aemond goodness! was stuck on this idea for a while, hope you enjoy this little piece!

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You returned to your chambers after a long day, desperate for nothing more than a long, hot bath and the soft furs of the bed you shared with your husband. You had spent the day with your good sister Helaena. Though once only sisters through friendship, you were truly sisters now after the marriage to her younger brother. 

As you opened the doors to your chambers, it was unusually quiet. You closed the door behind you, listening to the crackling of the hearth. You spot the back of Aemond’s head, seated on the settee facing the dancing flames. His head is angled downwards; no doubt he has stayed up late with his nose in a book as you often find him. 

Though he never admits it after the fact, you’d caught him on more than one occasion fast asleep on the settee or in his chair, a book open-faced in his lap. 

You smile softly as you approach, careful not to startle him. 

“My love…” you call softly, to which Aemond turns his head. 

He purses his lips slightly, bringing a hand to his mouth shushing you. Your eyebrows concave together in confusion, which ebbs as you walk closer. Aemond has forgotten his usual book this evening; instead, your sleeping daughter rests her head on his lap, fast asleep, her small chest rising and falling with each breath. 

Her silver curls are splayed every which way, her nose whistling with every breath she exhales. 

“It is late my love,” you playfully tease, keeping your voice a low whisper so as not to wake her.

“I know,” Aemond says, his voice just as soft, “We lost track of time.”

You smile, walking behind him to place your hands on his shoulders. Though only in her fourth year of life, your little dragon has the Targaryen prince wrapped around her little finger. Aemond brings a hand to rest on top of yours, pulling it from his shoulder and pressing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. 

“Did you have a nice time?” he murmurs against the back of your hand, his breath causing gooseflesh to appear. 

You hum in response. “I did. You know how I enjoy spending time with Helaena. Though I must admit, my legs do ache.”

You had spent most of the day walking through the gardens with the princess, helping her add to her collection of curious creatures and oddities. You loved Helaena’s hobbies and were more than happy to indulge her. But the day was long under the hot summer sun, and it left you eager for bed. 

“Shall I call for someone to draw you a bath?” Aemond asks as you lean to rest your chin on his shoulder.

“It tis alright,” you assure him, “Do not trouble yourself.”

“It is no trouble, you know this,” he insists, glancing at you sideways. You made sure to rest upon the shoulder where he can see you with his functioning eye. 

You remove your hand from him, caressing the leather eyepatch he wears. 

“You must be uncomfortable,” you tell him softly, stroking the worn leather. It begins to irritate him on days such as this one when the heat causes the leather to chafe the skin of his cheek. 

The weather is strange these days, getting so hot during the day and then dropping significantly during the night. Aemond’s violet eye flickers down at your sleeping child. How perfect she looks, the perfect combination of both of you. A miracle made of your love. You sense his hesitation.

“She shall not be afraid, my love,” you assure him.

“How can you know?” he says, looking down away from your comforting gaze. 

Aemond had always been fearful of how others reacted to his injury. You remembered in your youth before he had begun courting you, how you’d learned of why he wore the patch. It was Helaena who informed you that Aemond wished to not frighten the ladies of the court.

“Prince Aemond should not wish for a weak stomached woman anyhow,” you had snapped, as other ladies had snickered at his injury. “Women say they wish to marry a warrior, then faint at the scars from battle. How distasteful.” 

Helaena had told Aemond how you’d come to his defense. You’d been the apple of the Prince’s eye ever since. Well, until the birth of your little one. Two women now completely owned the dragon prince’s heart. 

“A mother’s intuition,” you assure him, moving to remove the patch. Aemond freezes for a moment but relaxes into your touch as you place the eyepatch on the table, revealing his magnificent sapphire. 

You stroke your finger along the scar, admiring how the sapphire reflects the light from the hearth. 

“My dragon,” you murmur, cupping his sharp chin in your hand, and pressing a gentle kiss to the scarred tissue. 

Aemond sighs, his chest rumbling. You can see a flicker of desire in his violet eye at your praise. Your daughter stirs then, perfect face scrunching as her pale lashes flutter open. She looks up at you with wide violet eyes before throwing her small arms around your neck.

“Muña!” she says sleepily, arms heavy around your neck. 

“Hello my love,” you softly croon, pulling her completely into your arms, “How was your day?”

She buries her face into the crook of your neck and you inhale the lilac scent of her hair. How you enjoy the moments with your companions, but oh how you miss your daughter by the end.

“We went exploring all day! And we went flying on Vhagar,” she chatters away, “Sunfyre even joined us! Kepus flew right next to us!”

“Did he now?” you ask with a chuckle. Aegon was a surprisingly delightful uncle. 

Aemond stands then, still facing slightly away. You reach for his hand, pulling him closer. Your daughter looks at him, the smile never leaving her face. Aemond turns his head slowly, revealing the scarred tissue and brilliant sapphire. You hold your breath, waiting for your little girl’s reaction. 

She stares, unblinking, before reaching out to touch his face. 

“Blue is my favorite color,” she informs, turning back to you, “Did you know Sunfyre likes to sing? I don’t think Vhagar enjoys singing, her songs are rather deep. It shakes the windows of the Keep! Muñāzma was quite cross with her!”

You glance at your husband, watching his cheeks turn red. You smile so brightly that your cheeks begin to ache. There was never anything for him to fear. She adores him all the same.

As do you.