#plz dear god

[alltoounwellll]

guys plz stop with the “I hate feminine sirius” I’m tired

[n1blakelover]

praying and manifesting on everything that rayla and callum aren’t separated majority of s7. plz just let it be a like 2-3 episodes separation. i cannot handle having them separated most of s7 when we just got them back and s7 being the last season (hopefully not, hopefully we’ll get 8-10)

[c0rvidfagg0try]

CLOPFUCKER 5000 FOR THE WIN!!!!

[murdrdocs]

the line between a picture of chris pratt and a picture of peter quill r becoming dangerously blurred ...

[almondpiglet]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST REIGEN!!

everyone thanks you for entering their lives :')

[albaricomics]

Nothing's new~

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

UNNAMED MRS. CAMERON I WILL AVENGE YOU ONE DAY

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I have made a fatal error... (I forgot why I stick to energy drinks and not coffee- and now i'm jittery)

This is what I get for bingeing the entire Dungeon Meshi Manga the night before I need to go to the airport :(

[kinos-fortress-2]

what does one unfinished fic from like 2022 of a very rareshipp does a to a mf

and also a trashy playlist that got me in my own feelings...

[lunatic-pudge]

I'm, like, madly in love with Trevor Philips right now, and I know I should be ashamed of myself for reaching new lows in my Simp List, but I just can't.

Gimme that nasty ass meth-head right now. I'm gonna show that man a good time and inevitably die from the rabies he'll give me.

[chaoticnerd4213]

yassified bill is helping with summer revision

[tangledinink]

Would you ever make a non-graphic comic on Donnie laying the eggs?

I mean, I'm not opposed to exploring such concepts, generally speaking, (as I've repeatedly showcased lol), I just don't really know what a comic like that would really entail. I don't have a good story in my mind atm about this, so I don't have any plans r/n. 🤷🏻‍♂️ If y'all have specific questions about his experience and such, then maybe I'd get an idea for something, but right now I have no plans for it.

[cerealmonster15]

Opens my eyes again. I can’t believe there r people that genuinely hate rook hunt for voting for rsa specifically. I mean ppl can and will interpret media differently and have their own thoughts and opinions so I can’t be fussy and say they’re wrong for thinking differently than i do. But I can say that I DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!!! And I don’t want to. I support rook hunt rights and wrongs but tbh I do not think that one was a wrong!!!!! He voted with his heart!!!!! Leave my beloved weirdo son alone…………..

[murdrdocs]

in bed thinking abt hobies voice and how it probably sounds in the morning with the light hitting his skin and his eyes are a little heavy and lazy but they’re wandering all over your body

[mothlover69]

LET ME REST IN PEACE LET ME GET SOME SLEEP LET ME TAKE MY LOVE AND BURY IT IN A HOLE 6 FOOT DEEP

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Short little Rhaemond drabble about Aemond doing The Most™️ when helping Rhaena with her hair...

👉👈😙

(A no Dance AU, they are long since married, everyone happy yada yada yada etc. )

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THE LESSON

Aemond Targaryen was not particularly showy in public with his affections in the beginnings of his marriage. However, this did not mean he held no love for his wife. He was very much in love with Rhaena, but his rigid upbringing did not make him feel comfortable expressing his emotions openly the way so many others did and instead Aemond at first channeled his love into acts of service involving his bride’s hair.

The prince would make a habit of arriving to Rhaena’s chambers early enough that she was still getting ready for the day, and every few weeks he would simply sit and talk with her while her maids went through the process of freshening up her tresses. Until one day to her surprise, the fifth time Rhaena was getting her locks tightened and maintained, Aemond shooed away the maids and set to the work himself.

“I did not know you were experienced in the art of hair care, my love,” Rhaena joked, moving her head at his slight nudges whenever he selected a new loc.

“I’ve seen the maids at it often enough.” Aemond fastened a clutch of locs to Rhaena’s head with a long pin, getting them out of the way of the one he was to work on next. “I can do this for you just as well as they can.”

“So you can,” Rhaena smiled to herself. His hands, so adept with a sword and so skilled with the bow, were soft on her scalp. He was gentle as could be.

“I’ve also found a new tonic for your hair. To brighten the color with your regular washing in between your maintenance days...”

“Oh?”

“Queen Visenya would use it. Her own recipe. Not that you need it but I know how much you admire her and her famous concoctions. This one was buried deep in a food recipe book, of all things.” Rhaena hummed and enjoyed the information Aemond dumped on her as he would continue his work.

As time went on, Rhaena felt more comfortable asking Aemond for his opinions over a new accessory or headpiece to wear, often among guests at a ball or feast. He was usually seen toying with a strand of her hair, growing more comfortable himself in openly showing his love.

Being a royal, people often talk of you and your habits and with Prince Aemond and Lady Rhaena it was no different. First, it had been of the unlikeliness of their betrothal due to their less than amicable childhood. Now, the topic was of Rhaena having her hair looked after by her husband.

Many men of the keep thought it unseemly for a husband to have a fascination with his wife’s hair. Men were supposed to be warriors and rulers of their household, not lower themselves to participate in such frippery as looking after their wife’s hair...

One unfortunate day, one man was bold enough to voice this very opinion at training. Aemond swiftly and without hesitation shot an arrow through his jaw, not killing the man but doing it in such a way that his tongue was skewered through and rendered useless. No one rushed to the man’s side. Aemond called for a maester as he would call for a fresh horse. He tossed the bow to a shocked squire and walked over to the sword table, picking one as he spoke loudly and clearly.

“Let this be a lesson for all of you: my habits concerning my wife are not up for you to discuss,” he declared, picking up a sword and brandishing it. “I’m loathe to have all of you think me weak-willed and unable to handle a jest or hearing your opinions, so let me put you at ease: you can say whatever you wish of me. Talk of my missing eye, like you have for years. Continue talk of my position as a lowly second son. Talk of my lack of decorum at Lady Laena’s funeral all those years ago.” Aemond’s manner of speaking was light, not a hint of wrath in his voice, making his words all the more chilling.

The men remained frozen, the injured man continued screaming as the arriving maester attempted to staunch the flow of blood. Prince Aemond continued. “However, if you feel the need to speak of my lady wife in such a way that the things I do for her are to be perceived as....demeaning..know that your blood will be spilled. That is all.” With an unconcerned air, as if he had just finished giving instructions for the day to an attendant, he turned to clash with Ser Criston and continued training as the man he injured was dragged away.

Needless to say, no man in the red keep felt the need to give voice to such views again and Prince Aemond continued to care for Lady Rhaena’s hair.