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[of-two-lands]

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[timethehobo]

Had the thought of what if Manfred really just pantomimes normally, but because The Lighthouse is in the Fade, he can while they’re in there?

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[moonsnqil]

aftg au where bee adopted andrew and later aaron when they were teens. she owns an apple orchard that the twins and occasionally a few of the foxes help run but it's almost harvest season and she needs help prepping everything for the town's fall festivals so she decided to put up a help wanted ad. neil, tired, alone, and running out of options, decides to apply. bee let's him use the renovated barn loft as residence when she learns he's homeless. andrew is wary, his family means everything to him and neil is a flightly little thing that could only bring bad news, but something about neil is familiar. maybe it's how he checks all his exits or how he flinches when people touch him or how he cradles the key bee gave him in his palm like it was a treasure instead of a piece of metal. he asks neil for truths and it's like bleeding a rock but he finds neil is more willing when truth is reciprocated. they spend their days walking down the lines of apple trees, harvesting and talking, and andrew is only a little mesmerized with the way neil's auburn curls blend with the red of the apples and his eyes match the sky like something deliberate, like he was meant to be here. andrew thinks that maybe he doesn't hate how neil looks at him like he's worth something. andrew thinks that maybe he doesn't want to lose this. he's still learning how to accept that not everything is transactional, he doesn't need to make deals to keep people close, hes still figuring out how to want things without the fear of them being snatched away. his mind screams at him to turn away and push any feeling aside but then neil is handing him an apple and smiling and telling him stories he says he's never told anyone else and andrew doesn't think he deserves this but he wants it

[nonbinary-arsonists]

my favorite poly ships :3 crazy how the ship containing the most humans is the one that looks like it has none.

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[kromdar]

What We Do In the Shadows by Stephen Andrade

[totally-tord]

Could I give you a hug by chance? You seem very not ok.

OF COURSE! BRING IT IN, BUDDY!!

* Tord pulls you into a hug. Though not intentionally, his hug feels very tight as it ends up almost crushing you. It's like he's not aware of how abnormally strong he actually is. He remains ignorant to your struggle and doesn't let go for about an hour.

[ziggyplayedguitar96]

I honestly have to respect Matt Rempe for coming into the NHL and immediately start swinging like there’s no tomorrow

Matt Rempe every time he steps on the ice:

[bellarkeselection]

His Compass of Harrenhal - part 3

Part 2 - Part 4

Tag list - @only4thefics @superintenseart @universallyrascaldreamercookie @uniquecroissant @vavafaure1994

It had been a few weeks before we had received the news that Grover Tully had died. Once receiving that letter I hadn’t managed to will myself out of my bed chambers that I shared with Daemon. Having my whole body buried underneath the covers while I just cried in a ball hearing the heavy door creak open and my husband’s voice came out into the room. “Y/n, what are you doing underneath the covers?”

“I’m not feeling well, husband.” I muttered not removing the covers off of my face while I cried. I wasn’t quite sure how much emotion I could show towards him about the passing of my Lord father.

His boots could be heard scuffing across the stone floor till I felt the mattress dip down at his weight while he crawled underneath the covers and wrapped his arms around my shaking form seeing the tears still coming from my eyes. “I don't really know what it's like to lose a parent. But I don't remember as much of my mother as I wish I did.” He gently ran his through my hair letting my tears soak his shirt with tears.

“I'm really glad you’re here. I don't want to be alone right now.” I snuff into the crook or his neck.

He kissed the crown of my head before he heard someone knock on our door. “I'm right here, little fish - Go away. We don't wish to be disturbed!”

“My apologies, my prince. Simon peaked his head inside our chambers altering us. “The Riverlands lords are waiting for you, your grace.”

Daemon and I followed Strong outside seeing all the Riverland lords and young Oscar waiting for us. I fixed my gaze only on my nephew. “Be welcome, my lords...and you have my thanks for answering my summons. I know I'm not the man my grandsire was, but I hope to begin well, and go on from there.” My very nervous nephew cleared his throat trying to address the bannermen properly.

Daemon moved away from my side shaking his fist in the air before pointing to the young lord. “Well said. One thing is clear...the Rivermen honor the old ways and abide by tradition. Here, then, is tradition. Grover Tully is dead. Lord Oscar raised up in his place. You have been summoned here to swear anew your fealty to him, and as his bannermen, answer his call.”

“And what would that call be?” A Riverlord I couldn’t recall the name of asked out into the open.

Daemon rested his left hand on the top handle of his sword that was attached to his hip. “In his wisdom, he has pledged his house, and yours, to me.”

“Lord Oscar, for generations we have been guided by the judgment of your forebears. Why should we now follow a boy, younger than my own sons, when you will align with one who will desecrate the innocent to reach his aims?” Lord Piper challenged my nephew.

Lord Blackwood pushed two other men who had chains wrapped around their wrists before the group. “I did only what was necessary, my lord. And I now deliver to you the traitor. Amos Bracken and his son.”

“No more traitor to his land. than you, Willem Blackwood.” Lord Piper scoffed at Lord Blackwood.

“I take to heart your words, Lord Piper, and I agree, I-I-I am young. And I have no love for Daemon Targaryen, unlike my beloved Aunt Y/n seems to. He has dishonored himself and the crown with his...comportment here.” Oscar turned back towards me and Daemon very slowly making me feel nervous knowing that me choosing to be with Daemon now put a target on my back against my former family House Tully. “Nevertheless, having so little experience to guide me, my best course is to defer to the oath my grandsire swore to King Viserys when he named Rhaenyra his heir. I see no reason to cast aside loyalty. no matter how loathsome I may find her representative, the prince.”

Daemon interrupted the young lord. “King. Mind your tongue, boy.”

“Daemon, don’t.” I stepped forward squeezing his forearm causing his purple eyes to drift down to meet my soft gaze.

Oscar slowly stalked over to the dragon prince getting in his face not fazed by what he had said. “Will you have our army or not? I am, in the end, a Riverman and the word of my house stands, even if certain people are unworthy of it.”

“Your Lord Oscar is bold. But he is perhaps not wrong. I may have been a touch enthusiastic. in pursuing my aims. But don't allow my failings to...keep you from supporting an upright man.” Daemon stepped beside Oscar shifting his gaze around to the other lords that surrounded them.

Lady Mallister spoke up. “Lord Oscar, we honor the old ways, as Prince Daemon says and the old ways call for justice to be done.”

“Justice has been done. They who bent the knee to the usurper have been brought to heel. And now, we unite before our liege lord...and our king consort.” Lord Blackwood yanked the two men who were his prisoners forward, eyeing his ledge lord to see if he was impressed or not by his actions.

“I accept you as my vassal, Willem Blackwood… but...I am Lord Paramount of all River Houses. And there is only one answer for the crimes you visited upon your neighbors.” Oscar raised a brow with a look of disgust to him.

Lord Blackwood wasn’t expecting that reaction from his lord. “I did only what His Grace the king required of me.”

“It is true that he made clear his base desires, but you did not have to pursue such savagery. You did it... because you wanted to.” Oscar deepened his voice in a threatening manner to one of his bannermen.

Another lord in the crowd raised his voice. “Our young lord speaks truly.”

Oscar simply declared. “Seize him.”

“God's no.” I gasped and brought a hand up to my lips briefly forgetting how we dealt with traitors in the Riverlands.

Willem Blackwood attempted to fight against his loyal lords dragging him before their Ledge Lord. “Don't fuckin' do this. Your Grace, command them. I've only served you. Command them.”

“If His Grace wishes to show contrition for his acts and to prove himself deserving of our banners he must now rectify his grievous error. Denounce your crimes...and dispense justice.” Oscar didn’t draw his sword and rather focused his eyes on the dragon prince telling him that he would be the one to take the lord's head.

“Oh, dear.” The knight who currently watches over the castle watched with nerves when my husband drew his sword and moved forward over Lord Blackwood who had been thrown down in front of him on his knees.

I didn’t realize a scream escaped my lips at the exact same time when Daemon raised his sword above his head and then lowered it beheading the man. “Ahh! D - Daemon.” I croaked with water eyes as he came back over to me, dropping his sword on the ground and just leading me inside the old castle.

“I didn’t think you’d have to see something like that. Are you - is the baby okay?” He asked me with a much gentler tone compared to the more serious one he had delivered to the Riverland Lords outside.

Placing one hand over his that was resting on my swollen belly I whispered meeting his eyes. “We’re alright, my king.”

“Good. I won’t lose my wife and little dragon if I can help it.” Daemon rested his forehead down against mine and I smiled about to kiss him till another set of doors around was flung opened by Simon Strong.

“Your Grace, my lady. Queen Rhaenyra has landed near the castle. She is requesting your presence, my prince.”

Clutching the fabric of Daemon's tunic in my fingers he pulled my head against his chest while I whispered under my breath very much terrified. “That can't be good for me.” Either she would accept me or try go feed me to her dragon.

[prettyboysinmyheart]

could you write a blurb of Rempe seeing his girl wearing a wags playoff jacket for the first time?

a’s notes: Of course, I can love! I’m gonna pretend that the cropped leather jacket is their wag jacket. hope u like it 🤍

pairings: Matt rempe x fem!reader

warnings: kissing, dirty talk? mentions of sex and not proofread

As you stood in front of the mirror, you carefully touched up your makeup, reapplying mascara and a cherry-scented lipgloss that Matt adored. You wore a stylish cropped leather jacket with your 6’7 boyfriend’s last name, signature, and number proudly displayed on the back. Satisfied with your appearance, you made your way to the living room where you found Matt gathering his belongings before leaving for the arena.

The sound of your footsteps caused him to pause and appreciate the sight of you, his stunning girlfriend sporting a jacket emblazoned with his surname and number. He admired the way your luscious, curly brunette locks swayed with each step, the flattering fit of your light blue jeans accentuating your figure, and how the black heels added an effortless touch of elegance to your appearance.

Anxious and fidgety, you asked, 'Do I look okay, babe?' as you nervously played with the ends of your hair. You turned to face the mirror, checking your appearance once more.

Matt approached from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist. He gently kissed the side of your neck while staring intensely at you through the mirror. “My girl looks absolutely stunning. Fuck, how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?” He whispered in your ear. Chills ran down your spine as he moved his lips to brush his lips against the side your ear making you close your eyes and breath hitch.

You quickly turned around and kissed his lips. “we’re gonna be late, Matty. Don’t start anything you can’t finish” you mumbled.

He rested his hands on your ass before firmly grasping it. “Just wait until tonight, baby. Can’t wait to be inside of you”

“I’m gonna kill you” Matt winked and smirked at you as he extended his hand for you to hold.

[pearlzier]

⠀ˑ   𓈒 𐔌  introducing . . . nerd .ᐟ reader  aka bee .   ͡꒱ ۫⠀

sweet as honey. awkward. proud weird girl. craves validation. theatre kid. overthinker. reading fanfiction &&. writing it. visits to the library. unfinished projects. procrastinator. any &&. all colours. animal lover. apple cider. very uncoordinated. day dreamer. butterflies. crochet obsessed. jewellery maker. summer &&. spring. funky nail polish. hot chocolate always. stuffed animals. good listener. night owl. easily attached. tyler the creator && doechii's #1 fan. doodling. star girl. bugs.

（◞‸◟）ㅤ◞ ㅤ ☆ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt explains fortnite slang to bee .

（◞‸◟）ㅤ◞ ㅤ ☆ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt wakes up to bee wide awake in the kitchen because she's restless, so they make hot chocolate as a distraction.

[lungthief]

old-ish engarde doodles. i can be your angle or yuor devil

[expensivemistake]

matthew murdock parallels. earth 65 & earth 616

[lets-take-a-polaroid-pic]

my favorite ace attorney blorbos….

[wheel-of-fish]

Okay but. Matt's door lean from today's stream. Still thinking about it. maybe. GIF??

also still thinking about it