#spoilers will be shot on sight

[porcelaintoybox23]

I don’t think I’ll ever get over Robb, a teen and elder brother forced to be a king and fight a war, naming Jon his successor. No matter how hard Catelyn tried, the Stark kids love Jon. Robb knew this decision would be controversial but he trusted in Jon and loved him.

Sorry, that’s so sweet to me.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

"Was... a waste of your time...?"

Unbelievable how a crumb of Jay has me acting

[watchyourbuck]

Pls don’t stab me but like I don’t think Buck grabbed Tommy at all. I think his hand came up as a surprise, he briefly thought about putting it on his shoulder or neck or something, but then desisted and lowered it. I think the hand coming up is actually another way in which he lets himself feel something, instead of guiding it or, alternatively, pushing him away.

[neo-zone]

Quincy Encyclopedia (Thousand Year Blood War arc version) Part 27

Haschwalth : Today I shall explain regarding the Schrift of His Majesty, which is none other than The Almighty itself. Haschwalth : It allows His Majesty to observe all possible futures at once like countless grains of sand in the wind and can thus act accordingly using the knowledge he has gained to anticipate and counter his opponents. It could alter the future into whatever outcome he desires. Haschwalth: There is however one more wonderful feat he could achieve with Almighty. But that for now remains a classified secret of His Majesty. When the time comes- Haschwalth (saw the scene of Uryu sporting the same red eyes as Yhwach playing out on the LCD screen): ... Haschwalth then stares at the audience long enough, signaling if probably you are wondering the exact same thing as him

[snowyleopardess]

I wonder if the final episode of the Bridon arc will end with Cheng Xiaoshi dying again.

Lu Guang dives back in time to save him. Again.

But this time, when he moves in, he steals the Bridon photo before Cheng Xiaoshi can find it and burns it.

[thebigbiwolf]

I have an idea for an ascended Astarion fic but it would be so fucking nasty I can't give any real details on this blog and I'd only ever post it on ao3. I wouldn't even let my beta see it.

[buildoblivion]

full respect to donna for just stoving the puppet thing’s head in

[edwardteachswombtattoo]

I just realized Ed and Stede are complete opposites with their trauma/mental health issues.

Ed lashes out. Stede keeps it bottled up. Both are unhealthy, but Stede's way of coping is less visual and so easier for him to pretend he's fine around other people.

"I've never seen Blackbeard like this". Fang knows something is wrong, very very wrong with Ed.

But Stede has been putting on personas since Day One. His crew haven't realized something is wrong because they think Stede is just like this. Stede has hardly ever let his guard down, even around people he trusts...except Ed.

I can't help but think Stede having his shirt off is significant, especially since Ed appears to be fully clothed (but with his hair down). Stede is baring himself to Ed...but not entirely. Just a small expanse of himself that Ed has seen before (when Stede was wounded in bed during their first ever talk). Stede is still not showing his full self, he's guarded even during what is supposed to be an intimate moment. Not as guarded as he is around the crew, but guarded nonetheless. Because it's his normal state of being.

[marisramblings]

I find Sansa Stark Interesting

(Spoilers for game of thrones book 1)

I just find Sansa interesting. I do dislike her, mostly because if I had Sansa as a sister, I would definitely have slapped her by now. I don't know why people think I should be stanning when she calls her own younger sister "ugly", treats her like she is a burden, calls Jon "bastard", and lies for her crush against her sister. Joffrey attempted to murder a stable boy and Arya defended him. She was clearly in the right.

Sansa thinks it's a great idea to lie about that. I don't care that she is a kid. She is the elder of the sisters and it's inappropriate, even as a teenager, to lie about something like that. Even worse, months later she continues to propagate the lie.

None of these things make her bad character. They make her a very real character. I don't understand tagging something as "anti" character just because you dislike them, because disliking a character can be a sign that they are wonderfully crafted. I kinda wanna slap her, but she's 13. It's not that deep. I do think lady dying was unfair to lady, but a just punishment for Sansa. She has consistently gone against her own family over a crush. I was 13 once, get the urge but not to this degree.

I don't know where she got this from, no one else would do the stuff she does. Maybe she bought into the Kool-Aid so to speak of being noble? Catelyn and Ned are older and have the wisdom of age. They have seen war and felt grief. They understand some of the realities of what is happening.

Right now, I feel so horrible for her. The tragedy of Ned's execution is not so much the execution, because that man was a walking death flag. He has more death flags than Aki from Chainsaw Man. No, the pain comes from Sansa because she was the only one, besides Cersei but who cares about her, who thought Ned wouldn't die.

Sansa is bratty and she is somewhat cruel to her sister. I am an only child, but l feel like calling your own sister, ugly, and then saying that you wish it had been hurt that was killed instead of your dog is bad and is cruel. I think that's fair.

Now, Sansa is in a precarious situation that I truly would not wish on anyone and l am praying that she gets to kill Joffrey. She deserves it. I wish her the best of luck because she is in the most dangerous situation currently.

Just because I dislike her, and I do have every right to it does not mean I am anti-her existence, she is a great character and I'm curious to see how she progresses as the story continues. I will fight a child. I mean Joffrey is right there. I'd fight him. Yeah, I don't like Sansa but the worst thing that should've happened to her is getting slapped by her sister or maybe Ned, though he wouldn't do that, and he sure can't now.

I don't want to fight about Sansa. I want to discuss her.

[porcelaintoybox23]

Jamie Lannister: Fuck Aerys. *stabs him*

Everyone: Boo! kingslayer! oath breaker! 🪓 🍅🪓🪓🪓🍅🍅🍅

Jamie: Why is everyone mad? I thought we hated this guy?

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Carol is the single only person left who knows about Mean Nasty Daryl. Not a single other person still standing met Mean Nasty Daryl. "Daryl! stop being mean to the prisoner!" Henry, there was a time where he beat the shit out of a prisoner every day for no reason back at the barn

[thefirstknife]

What's the best way to dodge seasonal spoilers? I got so "lucky" that next season drops the same time some offline stuff will make it impossible for me to access the device I play D2 on (or any device capable of running the game at all) for at least a week and I want to go avoid getting spoiled constantly...

Definitely block tags on here first and foremost. I personally use "destiny 2 spoilers" and "season of the deep spoilers."

I'd 100% recommend avoiding youtube entirely because people just blatantly post entire cutscenes with spoilers in the thumbnails. I'm not sure what are the spoiler blocking options on twitter and reddit, but if there's anything reliable, do that before the season starts! People on sites like tumblr, reddit and twitter tend to generally be mostly decent about tagging spoilers appropriately and allowing you to block them.

Youtube is a lawless land though. Especially with some people who datamine cutscenes and post them before they're even officially out. One youtube channel I know for sure who does this is "The Phoenix." Blocking is possible on youtube, but it's not 100% reliable. Still, do as much as you can to make sure your chances for avoiding are as high as possible.

Obviously also be careful in various discord servers, though they should have options to opt out of seeing spoilers. If you're in any servers where that isn't the case, the only way is to leave them temporarily.

[strayslost]

also i didn't post it at the time of the chapter's release but like what if everyone in bsd had a past life. during bram's era specifically. what if everyone is a reincarnation. i'm thinking this specifically because of bram's flashback of his daughter who looked exactly like aya but like WHAT IF-

[cavalierappreciator]

Re-education camp for people who are mad at gerri for not comforting roman

[sleepingfancies]

Tragic that the first flirt option is so nothing. Odette would not say that

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men React a Picture of You with Another guy

Request: Hii!! I love your writing so so much (pls never stop)!!! How do you think the lads men would react to the following scenario: mc makes one of her girl friends dress like a guy and post that on her story/moments (to ward off an annoying co-worker, like what Caleb did in uni, but mc didnt want to bother the guys with this request so she asked Tara or another one of her girl friends). The picture, though, is convincing enough to make even the lads men question if she actually does have a partner and who tf is he. I think Xavier would absolutely malfunction since they are also neighbours lol

AN: I am taking a break from the ship event to gather some inspiration. But this was super fun to write. Thank you for sending in such an amazing idea.

Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺

Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader

Genre: fluff and angst

(I do not own these characters)

Summary: Waking up after an amazing girls' night, you and Tara spent the morning taking silly photos, making all kinds of concerning faces, until inspiration struck.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Tara grinned, pushing her short hair back. "What if—"

Moments later, you were both giggling uncontrollably, staging fake hard launch photos in your bed. The blurry, cozy results? Surprisingly convincing.

"Oh, this is gonna blow up at work."

Tara rested her chin on your neck, wrapping an arm around you for the final shot. The picture was better than you imagined, so naturally, you posted it to your story before the two of you rushed to get ready for work.

And just like that, your social media went up in flames.

Rafayel:

623 missed calls. 200 texts. 82 more missed calls.

All hours after your post.

Who is he? Why are you in bed with him? Is he your boyfriend? What is his name?

You barely have time to breathe after your meeting before the onslaught of texts floods in. Even the comment section of your post hasn’t been spared.

Thomas is already on the case. Rafayel is whining, sobbing, crying and absolutely not afraid to play dirty to get you back.

He's already planned a hundred ways to nip this budding romance at the root.

He thinks he has the upper hand, feels kinda smug about it too.

Still… there’s a twinge of heartbreak. A little ache for having to wait longer for you, for the idea that you might have chosen someone else. But if nothing else, Rafayel is persistent.

So, of course, he’s already forgiven you.

But don’t think, even for a second, that he won’t complain about it.

He’s still mulling over it, dramatically painting all his canvases black, getting ready for his villain arc, when you finally call him back.

"A prank?"

He is indignant.

He cried over a prank.

All that effort… for nothing.

"IT’S BEEN 800 YEARS. JELLYFISH ARE WALKING. NAKED SEA TURTLES ARE CLIMBING TREES. SHARKS ARE EATING GRASS—FOR FREE. "

AND RAFAYEL?

RAFAYEL CRIED OVER A PRANK.

HE WENT FULL VILLAIN ARC FOR A LIE.

HIS CANVASES ARE BLACK. HIS PLANS FOR REVENGE? RUINED.

ALL BECAUSE YOU AND TARA WANTED TO PLAY GAMES.

He might never recover. Might. But first, he needs to call Thomas back before his "investigation" starts a national crisis.

Xavier:

He had just returned from a long night of fighting Wanderers when his phone chimed with an alert.

Half-asleep, he smiled at the sight of your name, already thinking of how he'd respond once he changed and collapsed into bed.

That smile froze the moment he saw the picture.

The phone slipped from his fingers, landing on his face. But he didn’t even wince. Too numb to feel it.

His vision blurred. His chest ached. Tears welled, unbidden.

Genuinely heartbroken. So weary. So tired. For a moment, he was shattered.

Did he have the strength to wager another lifetime?

His time was already running out. His strength faded with each passing day. He had selfishly wanted this spring with you...but this was better for you. You were too kind, too caring to bear his loss.

Perhaps this was for the best. His lips trembled at the thought.

You had someone now, someone who would not bring you grief. And you looked so happy in that photo. He stared at the blurred curve of your smile, tracing it with his gaze.

Somehow, he managed a small smile too.

And then he folded into himself. And slept.

For days.

So long that you started to worry, noticing his absence at work.

Until, finally, you barge into his apartment, breathless and frantic, only to find him asleep, moonlight spilling across his face, eerily still.

Your heart plummeted.

"Xavier." Your voice trembled as you rushed to him, fingers shaking as you took his hand.

For a terrible, suffocating second, he didn’t move.

And then, his brow twitched.

Air rushed back into your lungs.

Zayne:

This was to be expected.

He was never what you needed.

He often failed at words. His gestures, too vague to be understood.

You deserved someone who loved you. Someone who had the courage to say those words out loud.

Not him.

Not someone who could hurt you. His scars only grow deeper with time.

So he accepts it. Buries himself in work.

If he could not be your lover, then he would play his part as a friend.

Pays extra attention to your health. Pours over your reports. He must. Because he is no longer close enough to watch over you himself.

And weeks later, when you finally visit him, he keeps up the act—cold, distant, unbothered.

He does all the tests. Runs all the checks. Everything is routine.

But you see it.

The dark circles, deeper than ever. His skin, paler. Cheeks, sunken. His shirt, unwashed.

"You're coming home with me."

Your voice leaves no room for argument as you take his hand. "You never call. You only text about my reports and nothing more. We need to talk."

You tug him forward. He follows, until he stops.

"Your boyfriend won’t like it," he murmurs, staring anywhere but at you.

Silence.

"What boyfriend?"

You blink at him, dumbfounded.

Sylus:

Sylus spits his coffee, choking as he stares at the pictures.

Does not buy it.

That’s clearly not a man.

Yet somehow, he keeps going back to it, again and again.

It’s only when Luke and Kieran peer over his shoulder that his denial starts cracking.

"Ooooh, boss has got competition," Luke chimes.

One minute, they’re laughing. The next, they’re outside the mansion, the door slamming shut behind them.

Luke blinks. "That explains..."

Kieran yanks him into a chokehold for getting them banished for the day.

Inside, Sylus switches to wine.

The day has been too much.

Not a man, right? he muses, scrutinizing the photo, before accidentally pressing the heart button.

And then, he all but chews the glass in his hand.

He’s not worried.

He just suddenly feels the urge to burn his entire closet because nothing looks good enough.

He doesn’t care.

He’s just made a few calls, just to make sure you’re not involved with anyone sketchy. Unless, of course, it’s him.

Then, like an absolute idiot, he gets a panicked call from an associate.

The only person who’s been in your apartment? Tara.

Sylus stares at the image. Facepalms.

That evening, when he picks you up from work, he looks exhausted.

As if a few hours have aged him years.

When you ask, he waves you off, dodging every question.

You raise a brow. "Are you sure? You look—"

"I said it’s nothing," he snaps, before sighing, dragging a hand down his face. "...Can we just go home

Caleb:

Storming to Linkon.

Geared up to blow up the entire apartment complex.

Spends five minutes struggling with the locked door before finally getting it open.

Marches in.

Stops. Sighs in disapproval at your empty fridge.

Good thing he packed snacks. Leaves them on your counter. You’ll thank him later.

Then, back to the mission.

Collects all forensic evidence needed. Marches out.

No time to waste.

Supervises the DNA administration.

Hair sample. Used coffee mug. Both next to yours.

He will find the bastard. He will take him out.

And then, he will whisk you away to Skyheaven, to console you once you learn of your tragic, mysterious loss.

Grief will bring you closer.

Every intern running tests is sweating.

So are the lead scientists, who have been personally forced to oversee this insanity.

No one is messing with the colonel today.

And then, finally, the results land on his desk.

Caleb stares. Dumbfounded.

Is he to fight both men and women for you now?

You better watch out for Tara because he does not discriminate.