#tb: the cross

[augustusaugustus]

14.98 The Cross

SKASE: What’s she like? BOULTON: Young

Why is Rod dressed like a Mormon missionary?

BOULTON: I got him, though, didn’t I, Guv? LONG: Only just. And only by jeopardising his wife and losing the evidence. BOULTON: I still got him.

I love John’s I’ve-been-a-naughty-boy smirk he does when he’s been told off.

Kerry’s first episode. In the past, I always found her a bit too much of a goody-goody, but we’ll see what I think this watch-through. If nothing else, she’s very nice to look at.

[craigslisthorses]

They said this "blue eyed stallion horse" is 3 but idk he doesn't look a day over 1 and he's emaciated as fuck. Also he's only $860 if someone wants to save him from this mess

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Nurses and volunteers selling Christmas Seals for the campaign against tuberculosis, ca. 1922. They are wearing the Cross of Lorraine, associated with the American Lung Association. From left to right, they are Misses O'Connor, Tilton, V. Johnson, M. Johnson, D'Assia, Marie Otis Smith, Elaine Otis Smith, and Lawrence.

Photo: Paul Thompson via FPG/Getty Images

[petrovna-zamo]

The Bald & The Beautiful in Montreal!

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 30 - Introduce

It’s been a while… nearly a fortnight, but they’re back ;)

What went before

I struggled with this one, dunno why, but most of the good ideas and one-liners are down to @sofasurf! So much so I’m tagging her in for the next one.

This chapter is 100% silly friends being silly and daft brothers being daft because everyone needs to let their hair down once in a while… And they need a break before anything else falls on anyone…

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The three “your contact is typing” dots bounced for a while then stopped. Then bounced again. Then stopped.

She put the phone down and continued to make breakfast but within moments picked it up again, intrigued. What was he taking so long to write?

…

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How’s your day?

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Did you know stress balls are not actually indestructible???

Um, yeah - I’m a primary school teacher. That’s basically day 1 of training.

Huh.

I sense there is a story behind this… sharing is caring you know?

THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE INDESTRUCTIBLE!

O….K…. Imagine me saying generic reassuring things and patting you on the shoulder.

My shoulder is covered in stress ball goop. But thank you, that weirdly helps.

🤭 oh dear… that stuff is a beast to wash out

Well there’s another Italian tailor I have to avoid for the rest of my life…

Not again!

I have glitter in my hair 😭

I’m sure it looks beautiful. I’ll ask one of your brothers to send me a photo.

I’m not getting out the shower until it’s gone.

You will literally starve to death.

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So today I had to confiscate an action figure which had Alan’s head, John’s torso and your limbs. Should I be concerned about these children?

That’s… horrifying. I’m never coming back to the UK. 😲

They all say hi by the way.

I’m too scared to say hi back to them now ���

On the topic of the action figures…

Yes?

I have to know - what WAS wrong with Gordon’s novelty action figure of you? You never told me…

You don’t want to know.

Oh I really really do.

…

Oh go on, I’ll only be imagining worse.

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The figure was making pancakes while wearing a frilly blue “Kiss The Chef” apron.

That doesn’t seem so bad?

Only the apron.

Oh my… 🤣

Speak of this to no-one.

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Hey Estera, got any plans this evening?

Aside from vegging out with Bez and watching Celebrity Alligator Wrestling?

I mean I wouldn’t want to tear you away from that…

I could be persuaded… :)

Well, we happen to be in Europe right now (John had a thing) and Penny is visiting some Earl near Exeter and suggested we pop by and go out for a drink.

John’s not Earthside very often so she takes whatever chances she can get to catch up with him (they are old college friends, did I ever mention that?)

ANYWAY as it’s not far from you I wondered whether you might like to join us?

Oh wow thank you that’s very kind of you to think of me! It would be lovely to meet John and Lady Penelope if you’re sure I wouldn’t be intruding?

Of course not!

Virgil is with us too and says you have to come because he’s already bored with mine and John’s company.

Ok, I must now tell you that he did not in fact use those exact words.

Or to say that.

Apparently I am maddening.

Hi Estera, it’s Virgil. Please ignore what my idiot brother is saying. It would be lovely to see you if you’d like to come but please don’t feel any pressure.

Girjebvaxbnnnnn&&&&&&&

It’s Scott again, I’ve retrieved my comm. Sorry about my annoying TINY LITTLE BABY sibling who snatches things that aren’t his.

😂 I think I’m sold. I can get to Exeter in an hour? Where and when should I meet you?

John says the place is near the Cathedral - send a message when you get there and I’ll come and find you?

Fab! Ok I shall do that.

Ha!

What?

F-A-B is kind of a thing for us.

Oh! Oh I should have known that!

Reuben and Alex refuse to use any other affirmative words.

Why though?

Long story, tell you later maybe.

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Estera rounded the corner of the cathedral and yelped as a strong gust nearly ripped her arm off in its determination to steal her umbrella. She wrestled it back and ducked into the shelter of the huge doorway only to conclude she should have let the wind take it as it was no longer any use to anyone other than as an art piece. “Mangled: A study in nylon and flimsy aluminium” perhaps. She tucked it under her arm and pulled out her phone:

Hi! I’m on The Green :) Don’t worry about coming out in all this, just let me know where you are and I’ll find you.

On my way!

Scott! It’s chucking it down! Just give me directions or somewhere to aim for.

I like the rain!

You’re a nutter.

A what?

… err British for ‘totally normal and rational’.

OK I will take your word for that and begin using ‘nutter’ regularly in a professional context.

Um… sure. I see no issues arising there.

😝 alright then

I think I see you!

She looked up and laughed as she spotted a lanky figure silhouetted against a streetlamp waving enthusiastically from across the green. She raised her arm in greeting, pulled her hood tighter around her face and then jogged towards him. She started out dodging the huge puddles with strictly limited success then gave up in favour of a direct route, swerving off course just the once to dump the useless brolly in a waste bin.

As soggy as she felt she was by the time their paths met, she wasn’t a patch on the drowned-but-grinning rat bouncing gently on his toes before her, hair plastered to his forehead and shirt clinging to him in a way she was relieved Barbara the receptionist couldn’t see.

Wait, shirt?

“Scott! I KNOW you own a coat.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “It always takes so long to dry the thing out. Cotton is fast.”

“Aren’t you freezing?”

“Nope!” He grinned and produced an umbrella with a flourish, pressing a button to automatically extend and open it and then raising it over her head in one smooth motion. The little squeak he emitted as he did so was anything but smooth however.

“Did I just hear an excited giggle from Mr Commander Tracy?”

“Also nope. Definitely not. Unrelatedly aren’t these just-press-the-button-and-SWOOSH-it’s-an-umbrella umbrellas just the best kind of umbrellas?”

Estera raised an eyebrow and wondered with amusement how many drinks he’d managed to put away already. “Certainly beats mine which I just ditched back there…” she looked at him smiling down at her from very much outside the umbrella’s zone of protection, water streaming down his face “although, given you have such a swanky brolly why did you not actually use it?”

“I told you, I like the rain.”

Estera raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’d do well living here then, we get a lot of it.” Shuddering slightly she shook water out of her sleeve. “Shall we get where we’re going before we grow gills?”

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“He’s going to get absolutely soaked isn’t he?”

Virgil watched his elder brother stroll casually towards the doorway and then launch himself out into the rain like an excited puppy. He couldn’t help smiling fondly.

“You know what he’s like about rain, John. Anyway the wet shirt look isn’t going to do him any harm is it…?”

“VIRGIL! Honestly you’re impossible.” John’s facepalm was a masterpiece.

“Well, before he brings this young lady back, somebody had best update me on what, exactly, we believe her status is.”

“Virgil is convinced they are an item. Scott denies it.”

“I didn’t say that. I just think she’s good for him. He is happy. I like that. So I’m inclined to like her. And if we’re about to meet our future sister-in-law that’s fine by me.”

Penelope chuckled, Virgil the hopeless romantic was certainly living up to expectation. John was frowning slightly however and that intrigued her.

“What do you think, John darling?”

“I’m interested in what has him so… interested. They seem to spend a lot of time talking, yet all I can see they have in common is shared trauma and an unhealthy approach to adrenaline.”

“That is more than many people have when beginning a friendship, John. That doesn’t mean it is all there will ever be. Look at you and I, all we had in common was the inability to escape the weight of our surnames and yet we’ve had some superb times.”

John smiled and raised his lemonade in a silent toast.

“Well, I’m excited” Virgil commented. “Let’s not scare her by being too… you know.” he gestured vaguely.

“Excellent social etiquette tip, there, thank you Virgil.” his brother muttered.

Penelope smiled into her cocktail. This was going to be an interesting evening.

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“You ok?”

Estera had slowed almost imperceptibly as they approached the door to the boutique pub Penny had selected and Scott paused as they reached the shelter of the porch, his hand resting on the heavy oak door.

“Yes! Uh, a little nervous I guess? Last time I spoke to John I was… rather embarrassing.”

“Aww, no you weren’t. You were just worried about me and that’ll go in your favour I promise. It’s pretty much a family pastime from what I can make out…” he pulled an exaggerated grimace and got a little smile in response.

“I can imagine.” She appeared to be steeling herself.

“They don’t bite, I promise. But…” he touched her shoulder lightly and ducked down a little to look her in the eye “if you’d rather not… we could go somewhere else and I can catch up with them later?”

“Oh goodness no. I’m looking forward to it. Honestly, I am! Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

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“Hey look, John, Estera found a drowned puppy!”

“Goodness, doesn’t it look tragic?”

Penelope leaned backwards away from Scott as he responded to his brothers’ banter by shaking himself like a dog and showering the table with droplets from his hair before wringing his sleeve out down the back of Virgil’s collar who himself yelped like Sherbet in a snowdrift.

“Right for that you’re buying the next round big brother.”

“And this is novel, how?”

His friend hung back a little, watching the interaction with a mixture of amusement and mild confusion. Penelope gestured to Estera to take a seat beside her and cut across the brotherly jibing:

“Might it be an appropriate moment to introduce us Scott?”

The supposedly eldest and most mature of the pack looked up from where he’d flung his arms around John’s neck in what was clearly a weaponised soggy hug and smiled impishly before moving over and crouching down next to Estera’s chair.

“Estera, this is Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward - she is as lovely as she is fabulous and I’m sure you’ll get along.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that for a moment. And please call me Penny!”

Estera smiled and offered a hand which Penny grasped with both of hers and gave her a conspiratorial wink.

Scott cleared his throat importantly “Next, I am delighted to present for your approval Annoying-Little-Brother-One who also goes by don’t-call-me-Johnny”

“Ha. Ha. Scooter. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Estera, although why you are wasting your time in the company of this absolute fool I cannot fathom.”

“And last but very much not least, either in importance or sheer bulk, here is Annoying-Little-Brother-Two who we refer to as short-stuff, the-tank, care-bear or, occasionally, Virgil”

Virgil leaned across the table to shake her hand. “You do realise what an insufferable creature our eldest brother is don’t you?”

“Oh yes, spotted that one straight away.”

Scott clutched his chest and gasped “I am hurt! A plague o’ both houses! I am sped!” before collapsing on to his back with melodramatic flailing and a range of choking noises before lying still with his tongue lolling and eyes rolled back.

Penelope giggled delicately while Estera tutted and rolled her eyes.

“You still have a couple of paragraphs of monologue before you’re allowed to expire, Mercutio. C+ must try harder.”

Scott pouted while John held up his hand for a high five.

Penelope caught Virgil’s eye and he grinned.

“Death doesn’t get you out of your round big bro. Get your soggy butt off the floor and over to the bar while we fill Estera in on some key anecdotes.”

Scott’s expression of dread wasn’t melodrama at all.

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Chapter 31…

[sumeragi-hokuto]

Tokyo Babylon

By CLAMP, volume 5

[dbssh]

mtmte is hell because you will have one of the most interesting disabled characters in the entire franchise with one of the most lovingly rendered character arcs ive ever read and at the same time james roberts calls characters slurs and constantly makes a joke and caricature out of the same issues he tries to be So Serious about

[mknewsmedia]

People are always seen jaywalking in Dhaka streets although there are hundreds of foot bridges and zebra crossings across the city. A rhesus monkey is seen attempting to cross the Gulshan Avenue using the zebra crossing at Section 2 in Gulshan recently. A security guard of a nearby building said a monkey couple lives in the trees of the surrounding area and they often cross the road. Photo: MUMIT M         

[thelaurenshippen]

holy shit, this fucking RULES!!!! HAPPY TEN YEARS TO ONE OF THE GREATS!!!!!!!

I first got into Wolf and met Gabriel right here on tumblr dot com. if memory serves, I made a post about the show being described as "about the advantages of floating, tiny and alone, in the middle of nowhere” and if that was a Sondheim reference. that, as I would learn through many posts that ultimately constituted the beginnings of our friendship, was a siren call for Gabriel Urbina. we bonded over Sondheim and making audio drama - that was the spring of 2016 and by the spring of 2017, we were going to see Pacific Overtures (which opens with the song "The Advantages of Floating in the Middle of the Sea") off-broadway:

throughout that time, I also got to know Zach and Sarah and the rest of the Wolf team--Sarah, Zach, Ceci, and I all went to the very first PatreCon together, after which Zach and I road tripped down the PCH; they've all been to my parents' house in NY and hung out with my sister (here with Gabriel and I at the show); I saw Emma last time she was in Seattle and got to benefit from her incredible wine expertise; all of them have given me immense creative inspiration, incredible advice, unwavering support, and deep friendship.

Gabriel and I still talk regularly about our work and the industry - we recently sent each other our current scripts we're developing and Gabriel, as always, gave me amazing feedback and oh my god you guys are going to lose it when you eventually hear what Gabriel has been working on. those early days of AD renaissance feel so far away now, that sometimes I lose sight of just how much these people - who could have just remained respected colleagues - have been fully woven into my life. I wouldn't have it any other way.

what's more, I genuinely have such crazed fangirl feelings for Wolf 359. it's not just a show I love because I love the people who made it, I'm a genuine freak about it. I remember sneaking away from my family on christmas to listen to the finale (which, like, what the FUCK guys, on christmas!?!) and crying because of how good it was. it is still the number 1 show I send to people when they need examples of how much you can do in audio.

so happy ten years, pals. I love you all a lot.

8.15.2024: Happy [ Ten Years of Wolf 359!! ] 💫📻

In celebration, @avesmonster and I have spent this year organizing an anthology of fanworks, and I'm so happy to finally be able to share it. It's such a labor of love from everyone involved, and it's incredible to see how passionate people still are about this show. We received over 50 (!!) submissions, both old and new, so please, please check it out, let everyone know how awesome their work is, & leave a comment on our guestbook, while you're there!!

[minakoainosupremacy]

Ok I’ve seen a ton of polls asking which senshi is your favorite, but I’m curious about people’s motivations for who their favorites are, and in what ways we relate to and connect with different characters. What kinds of connections do different characters emulate with viewers? How do people see the senshi in terms of friendship and compatibility? Who do people feel like they would connect with the most? Which senshi would be the most popular if they were people irl? Do our perceptions of the senshi change when we think about them in relation to the show as opposed to thinking about them as individuals/individual entities? Are our motivations for liking characters different from senshi to senshi? For instance, on almost every poll I saw, Mako was the most popular senshi. Do people love Mako because they see aspects of themselves in her? Do people love Mako because they want to be friends with her? Do people love Mako because of how she interacts with the other characters, and thus she might be less popular out of context or in a different context? Do they love her for her character and personality, and if so, specifically in or out of context of the show? Or do they just think she’s super cool? What drives us to like these characters, and what kinds of connections are we making when we feel more connected to one character vs another?

[pulchramsolis]

❛ you’re my family too. ❜ @panthcraleo

Abrogail's blue eyes have taken on a wild quality as she views the scattering of silks and brocades over her room. It has been a whirlwind since Larys and the Queen told her she would be marrying Lord Tyland. Not even the snipping jealousy of her half-sister and cerelle. Both displeased for their own variety of reasons.

She doesn't care though. She only cares for her dearest Nell, and what angers and betrayal she must feel at it all. So when the blonde speaks her words, the wildness seeps out of Abrogail's shoulders. She slumps then, relief washing through her as she throws herself into her friend's (stepdaughter??) arms and holds her tightly.

"Always, always you will by family. I do not need some wedding ring to make that truth," she promises, cupping Lyonella's cheeks. "I only hope @hamcrtia is not so angry with me..."

[hihomeghere]

Salt and Pepper | Arthur Morgan / Reader

Word count : 1.4k Summary : Arthur notices his hair is starting to gray. I saw a post on here about Arthur with salt and pepper hair and I couldn’t stop myself hehe. Warnings/Tags : talk about death, getting old, Arthur loves his wife, no tb, Arthur and reader own a house, mention of past gang members, cursing, lots of fluff, self deprecation on Arthur’s side, bullets, mention of weight gain (in a positive way)

“Godamn ugly bastard.” Arthur huffed, his gaze piercing as he looked into the mirror. He hadn’t meant to have himself a pity party this morning. In fact he was feeling quite fine this morning before looking in the small bathroom mirror. Waking up next to you always puts a spring in his step. Especially when he’s waking up in a real bed, underneath a soft quilt that you happened to sew in some free time. Mismatched patches and all, it was his favorite thing in the small home you two shared. Hell, you were becoming quite domestic ever since the house was completed.

But he wasn’t exactly expecting to find gray hair sprouting from his hairline. He wasn’t that old, was he?

“Jesus.” He sighed, inspecting further he realized it wasn’t one or two gray hairs, it was almost twenty. Hidden under his longer than normal locks after forgoing a haircut for the last couple weeks. He was surprised you hadn’t noticed them, especially with how much you loved to run your fingers through his hair. Although, he loved it just as much, maybe even more.

God, he needed to get rid of these before you saw them. He was sure you had some tweezers around here somewhere. He opened up your drawer, rifling around for your tweezers. Bingo. His hands gripped the small piece of metal, a triumphant smile on his face.

It was only once he looked back up into the mirror, determined to fix this issue before you woke up, that he noticed you padding into the bathroom. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you wrapped your arms around his middle.

“Mornin’.” You hummed, laying your cheek against his bicep, smiling sweetly at him through the mirror.

“Mornin’.” He said, clearing his throat.

“What do you need those for?” You asked, eyeing the tweezers in his hand. Caught red handed, he tried coming up with some excuse.

“Nothin’ sweetheart.” He said, giving you his signature smile, kissing your forehead. He slipped the tweezers into his pocket for safe keeping, at least until he had a free moment without you around. After all those years on the run and he could come up with nothing, Hosea would have been so disappointed in his lack of an answer. He swore he could hear the old man chastising him now.

“For a former outlaw you sure are an awful liar.” You tutted, shaking your head, slipping your fingers into his pocket and pulling out the tweezers.

“Well it ain’t my fault,” He huffed playfully, “Could never get nothin’ past you anyway.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. You removed your hands from around his waist, leaning back on the sink as you looked up at him.

“Spill.” You said raising an eyebrow, your arms crossed over your chest.

Knowing he’d been caught, Arthur hung his head, a low sigh leaving his lips.

“It’s just-“ He cursed, turning to look away from you, “Well I’m goin’ gray.” He admitted, not meeting your eyes.

“And?” You asked in such a nonchalant manner.

“And?” He asked looking up at you, his brows furrowed.

“So you have some gray hairs.” You said with a shrug, “You’re acting like the damn world is ending.” You chuckled softly, a smile tugging on your lips.

“Well-“ Arthur sighed, pursing his lips, he didn’t want to be vain but damn it, it did feel like the world was ending.

“Honey.” You said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Ain’t nothing wrong with some gray hairs.” You said, shaking your head, looking so goddamn patient as always. What he did in a past life to deserve you he would never know, he definitely didn’t deserve you in this one. You smiled, running your thumb over his couple day old stubble. He couldn’t help but sigh softly, leaning into your touch.

“Just makes me feel old ‘s all.” He shrugged, closing his eyes.

“Arthur.” You said softly, he opened his eyes. His bright azure pools looking into yours. “Getting old means we’re still alive.” You said pointedly, not missing the way your fingers trailed lightly down his chest.

He sighed softly, anyone who said he was the most like Hosea had obviously never had a one on one conversation with you. You had shared the same dry wit along with being just as wise as the old man. Sometimes he wondered if the two of you were more closely related than just being adopted by him as a kid.

As your hand settled over his heart, he couldn’t help but remember a time when you didn’t have this place. When his next breath had been an undeserved blessing. When you and Charles had pulled his broken body off that godforsaken mountain. You were right, he should be grateful for these gray hairs and new lines on his face. Should be grateful that he made it this far out west with you, where the air was dryer and slowly his lungs didn’t hurt as bad with each breath.

If anything he should be grateful that you’re here, here in this house. The house that he built specifically for you. That you’re not buried six feet under like most of the fellow gang members. That you didn’t catch a bullet like Lenny or Sean, how he wished they could have had the chance to grown old. Even as mouthy as Sean was, the poor bastard didn’t deserve that. Lenny was just a boy, foolish enough to be sucked in by Dutch’s silver tongue. He shook his head trying to clear any thoughts of the past.

God, along with the fact that somehow both of you still happen to be standing, the fact that you chose to stand by him after everything you went through makes his head swim. You could have left him at any point, hell he had begged you to leave after his death sentence. And yet, here you were.

“Guess you’re right.” He said, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Course I am.” You teased, a smile spreading across your face. You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his. He accepted your silent invitation, pressing his lips against yours. So soft and warm and inviting. He could feel you smile against his lips. That small smile warmed him from the inside out, nearly making his toes curl.

Jesus, he was lucky. More than lucky, he still couldn’t figure out how he had tricked you into marrying him. He wanted to be the best version of himself for you, he had made a promise to try every day to be a better man for you. You shouldn’t be tied down to a miserable old fool like himself.

As if you could read his mind, which he often suspected you could, your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Besides,” You began as you pulled away, “I like the salt and pepper look.” Arthur scoffed, shaking his head.

“Really?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Really.” You nodded, running your hand through his hair. “Think you get more handsome every day.” If anyone was getting prettier every day it was you. Your hair was longer, cascading down your shoulders in waves. No longer tied up in a tight braid or bun. You looked relaxed, at peace. You became softer once you both settled into your new lifestyle. Not just emotionally, although you still had that fire which had first drawn him towards you, like a moth to a flame. You were physically softer, your harsh edges smoothing out as you started to eat and sleep better. Your curves became more prominent, and he certainly didn’t mind having more to hold onto late at night.

Maybe you truly did feel the same about him. He had never known you to lie. A blush settled on his cheeks at the thought. He shook his head, a small chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“Yeah, alright darlin’.” He says taking your face in his hands, kissing you again before you had the chance to embarrass him further.

Maybe getting old wasn’t so bad if you had someone to grow old with.

[kaphzzz]

uhhgggh,,, so we all know charles buried arthur and planted flowers and carved the cross himself right and arthurs the only one who gets that treatment from charles right,,, but it just didnt sink in until now for me lol. like to go to such lengths for one specific person... especially for someone as reserved as charles thats doubly significant. and not just because arthurs the main character or whatever, the fact is that his grave is the only one created with such care and love, and we all know charles was pretty much handed the job of burying everyone... even if its not romantic. its still canon that arthur was special to charles and means a lot to him in a way nobody else did, and their relationship still affects charles years after arthurs gone, and im not talking about john, but the fact that charles is noticeably more sociable and open about his thoughts and emotions in the epilogue, and i strongly believe this is arthur rubbing off on him. arthur brought out the more talkative side in charles and their friendship changed him. i think arthur was probably the closest friend charles had in a long while if not ever. and to lose him in mere months 🥲 i thought the pictures of charles crying during their last cutscene after they hug was some kind of lighting trick but no he actually is bawling his eyes out silently. i think eagle flies's death is part of it but moreso he knows that if he leaves with the wapiti it will be weeks if not months before hes back, and by then arthur will probably have died of the tb or been killed, and he has to push arthur away to do whats right, denying thrm both of any possibility of seeing each other again

[maybeiwasjustjade]

The amount of morons I’ve seen on twitter that insist ‘a son for a son’ is still owed because Jaehaerys wasn’t Alicent’s son, so Rhaenyra somehow has rights to Aegon’s head is baffling.

Actually, scratch that. It’s not baffling at all, because this isn’t the first time I’ve seen such braindead takes from that side of the fandom.

Last I checked, Aemond killed Luke. Not Aegon. Alicent served up Aegon’s head on a platter, without even once considering that should Aemond live then Rhaenyra will come for his head too. And not only did she betray Aegon, Alicent’s actions may very well lead to both Gwayne and Criston’s deaths. And Daeron, who has done nothing but be born to her.

As for the stupidity of the insistence on ‘a son for a son’, maybe Condal and Hess should remember that the last time Rhaenyra sought revenge for Luke, a toddler was beheaded in his bed because of her husband!!! And if that son wasn’t enough—the poor, innocent baby son of Helaena—and a debt still needs to be repaid, does that mean Aegon now has rights to kill one of Daemon’s children then?

Same logic right? Rhaenyra didn’t get Alicent’s son’s head for Luke, but Aegon lost a son. So if Rhaenyra has rights to Aegon’s head, then Aegon has the exact same right to murder one of her remaining children yes? Baela maybe, when Aegon claims Dragonstone. Or Joffrey even, should he survive till the end. Maybe Rhaenyra can even choose and then watch, like Daemon made Helaena.

But that’s not right is it. Aegon would be a monster if he did that. No sane person would do that. No good person should want that kind of revenge.

But when it comes to Rhaenyra, TB will justify anything right? She indirectly yet directly causes the deaths of nearly 100 dragonseeds—oh that’s fine, they consented to being in the pit knowing they could die! She’s not responsible at all! It’s not as if she ensured they couldn’t escape right? The death of a toddler wasn’t enough because it wasn’t the right son, so of course she gets to ask for another too.

As if Jaehaerys wasn’t worth a life at all. Then again, what can be expected when even after his death, in a fight about his murder, she only ever refers to him as ‘boy’, ‘child’, and my favorite: ‘it’.

Rhaenyra was always going to have to kill Aegon for the throne. And that was at minimum, unless she went for Aemond too. Daeron I could see being spared by being given to the Faith or the Maesters. It was very, very, very obvious to anyone with even a shred of media comprehension (which seems to be very little given the amount of stupid comments I’ve seen). The issue is that she had to go on and make it very clear that Aegon will die, not for taking her throne or whatnot, but as penance for Luke dying. That is where she crosses the line. She can’t and won’t spare Aegon, but the least she could do was not be a lying liar about it.

Also: I never subscribed to the theory that Alicent will be the one to poison Aegon in the end, because I never considered that a mother would be so cruel to do so. She ruined his life; placed him on this goddawful path to war that he never wanted. The least she could do was not betray her own son that way. But after today? Not a chance in hell she won’t be the one to kill him for her precious Rhaenyra. I hope when all is said and done, and she’s locked in a tower for the rest of her life, she knows that it was all her fault.

Because F&B made it clear that Aegon had a legitimate claim. Is it a usurpation if by all laws and tradition he’s the rightful heir? The show decided to go the idiotic route of making it an outright usurpation. The Dance was inevitable in F&B. Here, it seems to have been caused purposely, with one of its leading causes becoming a major turncloak. And it’s sad really, because the Dance has barely even started. HOTD could’ve waited to make Alicent a traitor. Wait until the Gullet and Jace and Rhaenyra’s inevitable fall to madness, to make Alicent’s plea more realistic because it happens when the Greens look like they are losing. Instead, they did this. Unbelievable.

[coffeebooksrain18]

PSA to HotD fandom! this post goes for most if not all fandoms but I see it the worst on HotD. this post goes for both sides!

DON"T FUCKING CROSS POST! if you are making a post for TG don't tag it #team black you can tag it #team green and #pro team green, but don't cross-post it to #team black. this also correlates to characters, don't tag it #alicent hightower if it's a anti post, ESPECIALLY don't tag #pro alicent hightower on a anti post! people don't always look up Pro when looking for things for the favorite Character so have some common courtesy towards people! this goes for both sides, I was only using these as examples, TB don't cross post to TG we don't want to see your stuff any more than you want to see ours.

if you don't like certain posts or certain blogs block the blog or block the tag, don't harass people just because you don't agree! it's not that hard if you can't figure it out I'm sure you have a mutual who can teach you or you can go to YouTube and find a video.

stop using slurs against people! it only makes you seem cruel, rude, or stupid, it does nothing for you or them besides get you blocked.

yet again this goes for both sides! these things are not that hard to do!

[writingsofwesteros]

#kinktober

Could you do a smutty fic with Helagon and Jace’s twin? Jace and his twin are the only survivors of TB and Helagon are obsessed with her, her pretty silver locks reminding them of their sister. Jace and cregan are order to watch their bedding ceremony, watching the sweet princess get ruined by her uncle and aunt. Aegon would be completely rough and mean, ordering and slapping the maiden princess to bounce on his cock and fuck herself full of his babes. Meanwhile Helaena is gentle, wiping her tears and kissing her swollen lips while telling her she’ll be a good and pretty mommy.

AN: hope you enjoy xx

Aegon couldn’t stop the cruel amusement moving through him as he watched the erotic sight before him. His now two wives passionately kissed each other; their tongues dancing as his smirk tugged on those soft lips of his. The soft whimpers of his new bride had his cock twitching as Helaena gently brought her impossibly closer. Still, his patience was never his strong suit and the King not so gently reached for his new wife’s hip and tugged her in. “I wonder if you take after your mother in other ways,” Aegon purred into her ear as her pretty, pink blush travelled her body. The sweet girl did not realise his meaning but the King noted the look crossing over Jace’s face. 

Aegon could only smirk some more as she began to try and settle on his lap; straddling him just as Helaena had taught her. His hands greedily began to grope her soft body, reaching for those child bearing hips that had always tempted him. Oh, and now she was all his. Aegon couldn’t help but hold her tighter at those thoughts. “My King….” She whimpered into his ear so sweetly as Helaena crowded around; usually he would not have her so close but it seemed his new wife needed such encouragement. For now, that was. Her delicate hands slowly moved up his chest as his own settled on her hips. Aegon could not help himself any long as he leaned in; greedily capturing her pretty, pink nipple into his hot mouth.

Her shocked gasp was music to his ears as the King chuckled against her; his tongue kitten licking her pebbled nipple. The feel of her body relaxing against him had Aegon slowly moving his hand south as her mewls of pleasure only grew louder. His hand began to stroke his already leaking cock as he patted himself on the back for his patience. Patience that did not last long. Especially at the feel of her sweet, soaked pussy brushing against his thick length. It seemed his sister’s soft lips had done the trick. His fat, mushroom head began to press against her clit causing her to squeal. Her body began to shake in his hold as his hand slowly moved to the back of her neck.

Aegon watched as his sister leaned closer; whispering sweet nothings into his wife’s ear that he cared nothing for but he allowed it - if only for a moment. Their whispering to each other continued for too long and the King slowly began to sink into her tight, creamy pussy without warning. His hold on her tightened as his grunts of pleasure began to fall from his lips. He rested his head on hers whilst looking down; those bright eyes of his darkening in desire at the erotic sight of her lips spreading apart for him. Helaena began to press soft kisses down her arm as their lover reached for the headboard for some moment of control. Aegon only captured her sweet tasting breast with a chuckle.

His free hand slowly moved around; palming at her pretty arse as he finally bottomed. Her toes curled as she began to wiggle on top of him - everything else falling away from her now. Those thick, brown locks of hers cascading down her bare back as the image of her brother witnessing such an act was now a distant thought. Helaena’s soft hands still guided her, gently rocking her hips just as Aegon enjoyed. Still, the King palmed at her cheeks; his own hips meeting her. The wet, obscene sounds of her creamy pussy echoing around his chambers. “It seems you were not lying about being untouched,” Aegon purred in her ear as he licked up her neck.

A shiver ran down her spine at his action, much to the King’s amusement as he chuckled against her soft skin once more. Her pretty face began to screw up in pleasure as he pushed deeper; teasing that sweet, spongy spot that made Helaena so weak as well. Those soft, ample breasts of hers pressed against his bare chest as she began to fall on top of him. Aegon could not help but look at Jace; a smirk tugging on his lips as he brought his new wife closer. His hand on her arse keeps her from moving away. It was not long before he leaned in and passionately captured her soft lips; their tongues dancing as she ever so easily submitted to him. His cock twitched against her gummy walls as she did so.

The kiss only turned messy and the King noted in the corner of his eye how Jace’s eyes never strayed from the erotic sight. “Such a good little slut,” Aegon purred, whispering his taunts as her hiccups of pleasure echoed. “You’re taking me so well, sweet girl.” He knew she liked praise, he could feel how wet it made her even as his cock drowned in their shared wetness and the sensation of her hot and tight pussy around him. Her mind was too numb now; his words hardly being heard as Aegon reached for the back of Helaena’s hair and guided her down. His smirk only widened as he locked eyes with Jace once more. The Princes’ lips had parted and those doe, bastard eyes of his were full of shock at the display. Aegon could only lean back into his soft pillows.

A sharp gasp echoed around his royal chambers as Helaena’s soft tongue had found its place, much to his amusement. He watched as his new wife’s body stiffened; Helaena began to suck on her pretty, pink clit and it was enough to push her over the edge. She squirted around his fat cock as he fucked her through her climax. “Continue,” Aegon ordered his sister who moaned against her pretty wife; the vibrations making their niece roll her eyes. His hand reached for her hips once more and began to rock his own; the wet, obscene noises were music to his ear as his eyes never strayed from his nephew. His free hand stayed in Helaena’s lovely locks and pushed her against their wife’s gushing pussy.

His stomach was coated in her wetness as he finally stared down; her puffy lips spread against his fat cock as a ring of cream easily formed around his thick length. Those bright eyes of his trailed up her stomach and noted the bulge. A groan escaped him as Helaena’s soft tongue moved down his twitching length as she messily drooled on him. He pushed her head against his stomach as it began to tighten in anticipation. Aegon for a moment wondered if his mother knew her darling girl was such a whore for him. Still, he had better things to focus on now - those ample breasts of his niece bouncing in his face being one of them. “Fuck, that’s it.” He reached for her pebbled nipple and captured it between two of his fingers.

She could only sob in pleasure; those doe eyes of hers welling with tears at the overwhelming sensation. There were no thoughts as she reached for the headboard once more; her body controlling her now as she bounced eagerly. Her body shook against him as Aegon groaned; Helaena’s slender fingers now rubbing harshly against her clit. Her sweet, creamy pussy began to milk his cock so well. His own eyes began to roll back as her squeals of pleasure continued. “Ple–oh..oh, gods..” She wiggled on his body once more but Aegon was far too gone now to care. Helaena giggled as she leaned in and hotly captured her breast; pushing their niece over the edge once more.

"Such a good mommy you will be," Helaena whispered sweet praises as she gently palmed at her breast. She lovingly pressed kisses down her neck; her mind flashing with their future and oh how delicious her milk will be. "Please..." The dreamer only giggled at her niece's begging as she softly shushed her Aegon grunted as his cum flooded her sweet, pink pussy with ease. Her eyes widened at the feel whilst Helaena only leaned down; her tongue lapping at their mixed wetness with her own moans leaving her sweet lips. Gods, he was so lucky, Aegon thought as he finally caught his breath; his cock twitching as he slowly leaned in. A devilish smirk on his face as he slowly took his niece from his leaking cock. Not so gently, he pushed her face down onto the sheets and without looking away from Jace; he pushed deep inside her again. And all she could do was shake and reach for the sheets to clutch on as his thrusts quickened without any warning.