#this was my 500th tumblr post lol

[cepetriwrites]

Alicent Reverses the Hourglass Chapter 51 Pt 2 Memes

Is this your way of flirting? God no wonder you’re single Laenor. JFC

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“You never faltered, Lady Alicent. You must have a deep devotion to your husband.”

Alicent:

Anskfkglskdkd Alicent’s avoidant attachment style will never not be funny to me. She just did all that weird Valyrian stuff INCLUDING permanently branding herself, and won’t give a mild, “yeah I’m fond of him.”

Meanwhile in all of Daemon’s marriages his wives were very open about their feelings towards him. He’s going crazy. I would be too. Bro is married but somehow still in a situationship with HIS WIFE.

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Alicent trying to guess out why Daemon is suddenly having an attitude (& being very wrong)

(Tumblr only lets me have one video per post so I have to find links to videos if I don’t want to split up everything. How dare they limit my greatness 😠)

Girl he’s told multiple times now that he wants your love and devotion. This is not a mystery!

He was a children’s beginner reading book. But she’s using him as a coaster.

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I’ll be nice. Part of this is Alicent having a different way of expressing affection than daemon. She doesn’t come from a verbally affectionate background, you determine how someone feels through their actions. In her mind the fact she’s done things like running Dragonstone & supporting his future claim should make it obvious. For daemon it’s not real until it’s said. It’s interesting seeing their personality difference and how their traumatic upbringings make it worse.

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Dragonkeepers watching the public sex ceremony energy

Daemons lucky Alicent matches his freak cause why wouldn’t you tell your Catholic wife they’re going to have public sex? 😭😭😭😂😂😂😂

Imagine you’re working your first shift as a Dragonkeeper & you find out you gotta watch a rider consummate his marriage with his wife as part of the job.

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Me waiting for daemon & Alicent to pass out from dehydration/electrolyte imbalance because they’re having sex in a sauna

Gatorade doesn’t even exist yet either 😭😭😭😭

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Alicent & Daemon: *banging in a sauna*

Their autonomic nervous systems trying to keep them cool

They’re going to stand up after afterwards and immediately hit the ground.

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Alicent watching Daemon go blank after she says I love in in Valyrian.

Alicent: wow I definitely fucked up the pronunciation. This is so embarrassing, I’ve embarrassed myself. He’s embarrassed.

Meanwhile Daemon

His wife said I love you and he blue screened lol

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“I’m not made for love. I never was. My father made me for power and Viserys made me for labour. My sons made me for their own ends, a kingdom built upon my silence. It should have stayed that way.”

Me

The cycle of intergenerational trauma spinning like a hamster wheel. I really hope she gets off the ride this time.

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Daemon *chucks the hourglass into the fire*

Me

Askfkfkwofodke it was such a nice moment and then he does this bullshit??? I hate him so much. Why can’t he admit reversing time has its benefits????

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“Let it!” Daemon’s eyes were alight even as the cave fell into darkness again. “The fate of this world is not yours to shoulder.”

Me not paying attention to the (admittedly good points) Daemon is making to Alicent cause I’m too busy tweaking out over the fact he THREW THE HOURGLASS INTO A FIRE

Me trying to figure out what about the Valyrian wedding ceremony Viserys thought would be so exhausting for Alicent

Cause the thing that makes it tiring is the sex inside a sauna. We’ve seen you have sex Viserys. That’s not tiring. Her body trying to compensate from fluid loss would be doing the heavy lifting. Thinking awfully highly of ourselves Mr Leprosy aren’t we? You’re struggling not to call out your dead wife’s name during sex. You think you’re laying down pipe? Be so for real right now.

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[maxhpart]

Realized I'd kinda forgotten how to draw pecs, so I tried out k-eke's tips + studied some references!

[enginedrivermp3]

brunettes on here will make a post like "just committed murder but i got away with it because i'm a brunette <3" and it will get like ten thousand notes and all of the reblogs will be by other brunettes who tag it #sooo true

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

a;lskdfjl;d okay for a lukebobby fluff prompt what about "this isn't what it looks like" thank you <3 <3

Thank you, friend, for being my 500th follower and my first prompt! I hope you enjoy! (Somehow this became a Bobby birthday fic? Idk lol)

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“This isn’t what it looks like.” 

Bobby stands, frozen, in the studio doorway and blinks at the scene before him: Luke Patterson, lying upside down with his feet hanging over the back of the couch, one of his dumb plastic darts poised in his hand like he’s getting ready to throw it (upside-down. As if Luke isn’t bad enough at hitting the dartboard already).

“I’m not gonna lie, Luke,” Bobby says, glancing from him to the dartboard on the wall, which has been covered in post-it notes scribbled on in Luke’s illegible handwriting. “Don’t think I can tell you what it does look like.”

“Okay, so—” Luke tries to scramble off the couch, ends up doing a flailing sort of backflip, and almost cracks his head open on the coffee table. Bobby lunges forward out of instinct, but before the worried shout even makes it all the way out of his mouth, Luke bounces to his feet, grinning and unharmed. “Okay, so. You know how your birthday’s coming up?”

Bobby’s heart is still racing, so it takes him a moment or two to stammer out, “Wh—uh—yes, Luke, I was, in fact, aware.”

Luke climbs over the table (because he can never just walk around it like a normal person) and starts grabbing the post-it notes off the dartboard, sticking them into a pile in his hand. “Well, I wanted to get you something. But I couldn’t just buy you a gift, cause, you know, you already have freaking everything, and also I’m not exactly liquid right now, and so I was thinking we could just, like, do something for your birthday, just the two of us—not like a date or anything, unless you wanted it to be a date, I wouldn’t be against that idea—but anyway, I came up with a bunch of possibilities but I couldn’t decide which one to go with, and Alex and Reggie were being utterly unhelpful, so, uh. I figured I’d just let fate and my terrible aim decide.”

Bobby blinks again. Luke’s blushing, and Bobby doesn’t think he’s ever heard Luke ramble like that before. Bobby feels heat start to creep up his own neck, wondering what “not a date unless you want it to be” ideas Luke might have come up with.

Finally, Luke bounds over and shoves the stack of sticky notes in Bobby’s face. “But maybe you should just pick one instead.”

Bobby bashfully takes the pile and shuffles through them, hyper aware of Luke’s eyes on him, watching for Bobby’s reaction. Luke’s standing really close to him, the toes of their shoes just touching. Bobby has to squint to decipher Luke’s penmanship, and in the process involuntarily shifts even closer.

Some of the post-it notes are pretty standard for Luke: spend a day at the beach, blow latest paycheck at the arcade, make edible cupcakes even if it destroys Bobby’s kitchen.

Others are borderline insulting: take Bobby shopping—NO SUSPENDERS, songwriting lesson—make Bobby’s lyrics suck less.

And then, at the very back of the pile, one sticky note reads: Finally kiss him.

Bobby stares at it for a moment, his mouth hanging open as his brain short-circuits. In front of him, Luke rocks back and forth on his heels, clears his throat, says, “So… What do you think?”

Bobby swallows and looks up, peeling the last sticky note off the top of the pile. “So… This one is a completely unacceptable birthday present.”

Luke immediately frowns, leaning over to see which one Bobby’s holding. “What? Why?”

“Because—” Bobby sticks the post-it to the front of Luke’s tank top with just enough force to feel the muscles of Luke’s chest beneath the fabric. “I don’t want to wait till my birthday.”

And before Luke even has the chance to react, Bobby grabs his shirt with both hands, pulls him in, and kisses him.

It’s by far the best early birthday present Bobby’s ever received.

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[margeredelicia]

500th instagram post! The closing of an era: After this current theme, I will stop doing the 12 grid colored themes. One, hassle at matagal siya gawin. Literally takes years to build. Two, I feel like the relevance and expression of my posts are hindered for the sake of aesthetic. For example, this photo is 3 years old already. I don't even look like this anymore haha and yet it is posted because I needed something red to complete the theme lol hayz. Moving forward, I don't know what to make of this insta account. I just know that I want to write more and not let my ideas and stories be forgotten just for ~aesthetic~. I know that most of you won't care and are not even aware of the colored themes I am talking about haha. Just putting this out there. https://www.instagram.com/langit.lady/p/CYOMFLbPRiS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[juniperhillpatient]

Answer 30 question and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @bi-steve-harrington aka @dani-the-flower-bab 💖 ty  💖  💖 

Nicknames: Rosie Posie by a few people (my name is Rose) 

Gender: girl 

Sign: Virgo 

Height: 5ft2

Time: 5:06pm 

Birthday: September 13th 

Favourite bands: Soo the list is always changing but here are a few that are usually up there - Panic! at the Disco, All Time Low, Hollywood Undead, Paramore, Kesha and the Creeps 

Favourite solo artists: I have a few but Taylor Swift is literally always at the top of the list 

Song stuck in my head: Hot mess by Cobra Starships 

Last movie I watched: Get ‘em to the Greek 

Last show I watched: Crazy ex-girlfriend 

When did I create this blog: I can’t be alone with my thoughts and no one I know IRL is as invested in TV shows as I am - oh wait that said when not why. Idk like last year but I’ve been on and off Tumblr since high school. 

What do I post: Depends on my current hyper fixation and what’s on my dash lol - fandom, horror & memes mostly. Currently - almost all It and Stranger Things 

What did I last Google: Is Glenn Howerton really leaving It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia 

Other blogs: Nope 

Do I get asks: Not that often but sometimes. Probably cause I respond 25 years later. 

Why did I pick this URL: I like having a URL that’s not fandom specific and can be used on all platforms - Insta, Youtube, ao3, Twitter - and I’m sapphic & spooky 

Following: Idk man too many I rarely unfollow yet I follow anytime I see something I’m mildly interested in 

Followers: Too many to make sense and not enough to give me the flimsy sense of validation I crave

Average hour of sleep: Either 22 hours or 22 seconds there is no in between 

Lucky number: 13, 666, 69, 420 

Instrument: I’m barely motivated to get out of bed and go to school and work 

What am I wearing: leggings and a hoodie 

Dream job: Writer 

Favourite food: Cheesecake 

Last book I read: It, Stephen King - for like the 500th time. I hate that book. 

3 favourite fandoms: Ahh it’s hard to pick! I have to say - Slenderverse is like the nicest coolest fandom filled with great people even if I’m not as obsessed with canon as I once was - so it’s up there for sure. No show will ever beat Buffy. Ever. So it’s up there. It, Stephen King is my favourite book ever so I gotta include It. Therefore: 

Slenderverse, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, It 

Tagging: @hair-fiber @nooowestayandgetcaught @sapphicjamielloyd @0firebrand0 @punkpisces00 @kyliaquilor @scienceofficer-winifredburkle @willbylers @scullytheslayer @evalocity @jasonblossomsghost @rip-officer-matten @starshollowisonahellmouth @princessofsunnydale @@pennywise-is-hot @khai-day-the-13th

And   @ anyone else that would like to do this! Just tag me if you do <3

[rjwrites22]

Hahahahaha lol, I should have said:

As you can probably tell from the lack of bruising, it's very new. Almost 26hrs later, I've got a nicely bruised eyelid going on.

Excuse the bad lighting and the closeup, but I haven't gotten out of bed yet and my entire intent w/ this pic was to document the bruising. For posterity ig.

Edit: this, this reblog of my own post, was my 500th damn post on Tumblr. Congrats to my bruised eyelid for being post 500! Lol

Lookie what I got!! As you can probably tell by the bruising, it's very new - less than an hour old as of typing this post. I love it sooooo much, I look so cool and punk and it's awesome. I got my nose pierced in November (on the right side, obviously, so it's not in this pic) so I got my brow done on the left to balance out my face. And my single front curl (an RJ trademark for the past year) tends to stick to the center, so my face has nice symmetry with my various "accessories". (Yes, I count that one bit of hair as an accessory - I could grow it out or cut it off, but I specifically maintain it to look perfect.)

[bryantrlmoses]

10.13.17

Tumblr isn’t really like my diary/journal, but I guess it can be..anyway here is the rundown..also happy 500th post to me.

I was running off of a different account because I didn’t like that my name was on Tumblr. I don’t know lol, I used to think that like it was wrong of me to be on here, but now I kind of feel like my Tumblr is almost my most authentic digital presence.

I still love Ellie Goulding. Always have always will

Same goes for my girl Taylor Swift- LWYMMD + Ready For It has me shook and reputation is coming for blood.

I am going to start like blogging on here more often because I have a lot I want to say and not very many people in my physical life care to hear my opinion. So eat up boi’s.

Also Happy Friday the 13th..a.k.a. Halloween pt. I

Update on my life- I think the last actual post I put on here that was about me was like the end of 2016. So since 2017 has began this is what I have learned lol

Some people will only use you for their own interests

If a relationship has to be “hush-hush” and like undetected, it more than likely is toxic or synthetic

It’s good to give second chances. 

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, that’s what you do. People only deserve two chances. If he didn’t change the second time, he won’t the third.

Go on self discoveries, there are various aspects to your personality. They all are a part of you so get to know yourself. Get to know the confident side of you, the side of you that is sad, the sad of you that is out for blood.

EVERYONE IS A SNAKE. I AM. YOU ARE. WE ALL HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO HURT. 

Karma is real. She has great memory and even better ways to play payback.

It’s okay to not be okay, life is all about the ups, downs, and the valleys in between.

SO yeah. There we go. Thanks for reading. See ya soon.

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

^^^^^ you reading my request 😏

Luke/Bobby (romantic), Prompt: Don’t read the last line (cause we’re in a Taylor Swift sort of mood)

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED MAKE IT FLUFFY. 😂😂😂

Oh yeah and CONGRATULATIONS my friend. So happy for you. 💜

Thanks friend!!!! This got longer and gayer than I meant it to, lol, so I hope you like it :D

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Bobby usually leaves the songwriting to Luke. It’s just better for everyone that way, most of all Luke’s ego, because Luke likes to have creative control over the songs of Sunset Curve (even if he claims it’s a “collaborative process”), and if anyone ever tries to infringe upon that control, Luke gets all pouty and won’t shut up about how Reggie’s songs are too country or how Alex’s songs are too depressing or how Bobby’s songs are too—

“Boring,” is usually the word Luke goes with. “Stilted,” sometimes, if Luke can tell Bobby’s not in the mood to be insulted. “Robotic.” “Impersonal.” “Unemotional.” “Bad.”

So anyway, Bobby eventually gave up on trying. Until today, because he and Luke have been doing this… whatever it is they’re doing (not dating, Bobby doesn’t think; they haven’t really talked about it, and Bobby’s not big on labels anyway) for a month now, and Bobby feels like he has to do something to commemorate the occasion.

So right now, he’s seated on the studio couch with a notebook he used for biology last year so it’s still half-empty, and he’s trying to write a song that can express just how much Luke means to him without it coming out sounding like he’s a “pop music lackey hired for the sole purpose of writing whatever lyrics will best appeal to a demographic of twelve-year-old girls and their dissatisfied mothers” (and yes, that’s another thing Luke has said right to Bobby’s face. He’s lucky Bobby loves him or whatever).

He’s got about a verse and a half so far, and he doesn’t think any of it is any good. But he’s already started over eight times, so he’s trying to push through.

Something hard—a pen, he thinks—hits Bobby in the arm, and he shoots a glare across the room at where Luke is lounging in the lawn chair, chewing on a guitar pick and grinning salaciously at him.

Oh, yeah. And it doesn’t help that Bobby’s trying to write an emotional, non-robotic love song while Luke’s sitting right there looking at him. 

“What?” Bobby snaps, trying to sound harsh. He doesn’t think it works, if the way Luke’s grin only widens is anything to go by.

“What are you doing?” Luke kicks his feet through the air. “You’re looking at that notebook like it owes you money or something. What, is your homework that hard?”

“It’s not homework,” Bobby says, looking back down at the notebook in his lap, then winces, feeling a blush start to creep up his neck. He curses mentally. Now Luke’s gonna ask questions.

“What is it, then?” Luke’s voice is bright with childish curiosity. “A letter? A diary?” He gasps dramatically. “Robert Eleanor Bobbins, are you writing a song?”

Bobby looks up again, momentarily distracted. “You want to try that full name one more time?”

Luke ignores him. “Come on, Bobbers!” He vaults out of his chair. “Let me take a look! You know, some say I’m the songwriting expert around here.”

Bobby rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah? And who says that, Luke? You?”

It’s so easy to tease Luke like this, to banter back and forth like it’s nothing (some might even call it flirting, but Bobby likes to think he’s above such mortal activities). Unfortunately, it’s so easy that Bobby doesn’t even really notice that Luke has crossed the room until the notebook is being unceremoniously yanked out of Bobby’s hands.

“Hey, wait, no—!” he tries to protest, but Luke spins away, lifting the notebook out of Bobby’s reach every time he tries to grab it back. “Luke!” Bobby groans, even as he gives up and sinks back into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest and doing what he thinks is a pretty good imitation of Luke’s infamous Pout. “Fine, just don’t—don’t read the last line, okay? It’s not done yet.”

So of course, Luke immediately reads the last line, an impish grin lighting up his features in the dim studio. “So touch my hair, you gorgeous boy, and…” His voice fades, and his smile right along with it. “And… never let me go…”

Bobby’s face is burning. He swallows, starts to reach for his necklace, stops himself and settles for fiddling with his hands in his lap. He refuses to look away from Luke, though, refuses to be shamed. “Yeah, uh…” He clears his throat. “I was just, you know… trying something.”

Luke cuts his gaze to Bobby, and his expression is terrifyingly unreadable, and then. Then, he beams, an even wider grin spreading across his face, and he says, “Aw, Bobbers! You’re in love with me!”, and tosses Bobby’s notebook aside, and throws himself onto the couch into Bobby’s arms.

Bobby’s startled yelp is soon swallowed by Luke’s lips. He relaxes, pulling Luke closer, smiling into his kiss. And Luke cards his hands through Bobby’s hair and doesn’t let him go.

So maybe Bobby should try his hand at this songwriting thing more often. Apparently, he’s actually pretty good at it.

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