#what verse? who knows

[zoklaperzys]

"The   North   welcomes   you   and   harbour   you   as   much   as   you   desire.   It   is   rare   that   someone   finds   solace   in   the   cold."   Only   northern   folk   seem   to   enjoy   the   cold,   Jon   himself   had   never   felt   it   that   much,   and   rebirth   had   offered   him   a   small   fire   that   kept   him   inside.   Be   it   a   literal   one   from   the   red   priestess   or   the   rage   he   felt   at   the   betrayal   of   his   brothers   in   black,   it   was   of   no   mind.   Jon   was   of   the   North   and   of   Winterfell   now.   "I   hope   you   find   no   disrespect   in   being   received   by   a   bastard,   Your   Grace."   His   brother   was   busy   and   Jon   was   respected   enough   in   the   North.   He   keeps   Ghost   by   his   side,   who   looks   at   the   woman's   dragon   with   his   always   curious   red   eyes.   He   can   sense   the   curiousity,   one   he   shares.  

"The   castle   is   built   over   hot   springs   so   you   won't   feel   the   cold   inside.   And   I   believe   your   dragon   is   big   enough   to   find   solance   here   or   in   the   caves   near   Bear   Island,   as   long   as   not   too   much   stock   is   eaten."   Winter   reserves   needed   to   be   kept,   including   animals   and   wools   and   he   doesn't   know   what   dragons   eat   but   he   is   aware   that   sheep   might   be   the   best   bet.   Or   bears.   But   no   Lady   Mormont   would   be   pelased   with   that.   He   offers   a   gloved   hand   for   the   woman   to   dismount   of   the   dragon. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓃦☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ heart this post for a starter from jon. @dreamtfyres

[pistashxo]

so are you like.. a cow or a dalmatian?

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

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[livwritesstuff]

I definitely think that middle-aged Steve with his first iPhone would find out be taught by his twelve-year-old how to change his lockscreen, and promptly changed it to a selfie that Robin took with Steve and Eddie's seven-year-old daughter Hazel (because he likes it and it's a good picture and it makes him smile and who the hell gives a shit about what his lockscreen is, anyways?)

Eddie sees this a few weeks later and, unsurprisingly, he has things to say about it.

Eddie: …….You know, people probably see that and think Robin is your wife.

Eddie: And your kids’ mom.

Steve: *thinking about it*

Steve:

Steve:

Steve: Yeah.

Steve: I’m cool with that.

Eddie: *genuinely offended*

[whaliiwatching]

a rendezvous beyond

and a halfway closeup just bc im rlly happy with how the bg turned out lol

[wretchedbroth]

How it honestly feels to be a Faulkner Thesiltverses fan 😶

[slavhew]

And I just have to tell you that I

Love you so much these days,

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[thisisnotthenerd]

thinking about riz gukgak and how he feels so alone and yet how his words, his works, are the first thought for his friends when they don’t know what to do

thinking about how love is work, how love is the act of giving and giving and giving until you have nothing left and yet he cannot ever prioritize himself

thinking about how he takes every nickname, every gift, every moment of care with an eagerness that far outstrips the gift in its giving

thinking about how his every stress comes from a moment of devotion and care for his friends, from unraveling the mysteries that permeate their lives

thinking about how he could call them to action with a single warning because they trust in him so much

thinking about how he justifies what he gives to his friends even as his mother asks him to consider himself for once

thinking about riz ‘the ball’ gukgak

[valtsv]

thinking 💭 about the inverted funhouse mirror reflections of david ward's mommy issues in i am in eskew and VAL's in the silt verses. "i used to fantasise about the death of my mother as a way to explain why i feel so alienated from the people around me, but now i am alone in a strange place subjected to daily horrors i dream of the comfort she might have offered me" vs. "i used to dream of earning my mother's love in order to prove her wrong about there being something inherently hateful about me, but now i know that she had already given up on me i long to torture and kill her and act out that fantasy over and over on the people around me who i have been alienated from by my transfiguration into a saint".

[monstrousproductions]

Finally finished @thesiltverses. If anyone needs me, I'll be lying face down on the floor and weeping xoxo

[emilykaldwen]

👀 + jace/helaena + new baby?

Send me Eyes, a pairing, and a word/words for a short drabble!

Baelon's cries were so tiny, a mewling of a kitten, the cry of a kitling, warbling and helpless as he fussed in his cradle. The moon was half full, the light of it cutting through the softly fluttering curtains.

"I've got him," Jace muttered into Helaena's hair, his wife stirring with the cries. She murmured some reply as he rolled away, spitting out her silver hair from his mouth, a large hand palming his sleep filled eyes as he shuffled to the end of the bed where the carved cradle stood. His mother had tried to insist on letting the babe sleep with the maid at night, but the suggestion had agitated Helaena to near hysterics, murmurs of blood and whatever dreams clung to her cutting the conversation short.

His son had not yet gone to full blown sobs just yet, as if he knew his insistent fussing would be enough to rouse his parents of a week. Jace lifted the boy carefully, nosing against the soft down of his dark curls and settling him into his arms. Helaena was already settling up against the pillows to feed him, but Jace took the moment to look down into Baelon's face, his screwed up little features that were gently easing at the feel of his father's warm skin.

The cradle egg, a beautiful thing of blues and greens and bronze swirls, was warm at the foot of the bed, not yet hatched, but occasionally it shifted, a scraping sound from inside before settling.

Soon, he knew, pressing another kiss to his son's forehead. Soon, he knew, passing the boy into his mother's waiting arms, and the sleepy smile on her face as she began to croon at him.

[the-voldsoy]

she wanted to be a ballerina and he wanted to be a milkman. i am going to explode

[stanfordsweater]

secret santa for @alulaspeaks ♡ an ode to season eleven x the national

all that matters now, all that's ever mattered, is that we're together. so, shut up and drink a beer.

[livwritesstuff]

Steve’s oldest daughter Moe is unusually quiet on the drive home from her college apartment in New York City.

She was supposed to be doing this drive with her younger sister Robbie (who had bullied Steve and Eddie into letting her bring a car with her to college), but then Robbie and her friends had actually managed to squirrel away enough money for an impromptu trip to D.C. for their spring break, and Moe had still wanted to visit home even without a ride.

Steve had made a whole show acting all put out over having to make the four hour drive between her school in NYC and their house in the Massachusetts suburbs (twice, he’ll add — he’s been on the road for six hours so far with a couple more to go) but, truthfully, there isn’t much he wouldn’t do to spend time with his kids, especially since the older two have firmly graduated to young-adult status, and he easily could have put her on a train.

“So what’s goin’ on with you, Moe?” he finally asks when the quiet stretches a little to far.

Moe shrugs, and then she says, “I was wondering something.”

“Go for it.”

“You and Dad, like…you were older when you started dating, right?”

Steve pauses for a moment, allowing himself to consider what might qualify as older to his twenty-one-year-old daughter. 

“I guess it depends on what you mean by older,” he settles on telling her.

“I mean, you weren’t in high school anymore, even though you knew each other in high school.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, “I was halfway through grad school, so twenty-six, I think, and you know Dad’s not even a year older than me.”

Moe nods in return, and  then she asks, “And you were friends before anything else happened? Like, for a while?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve replies, “Dad, and Aunt Nancy, and Aunt Robin were my best friends. Still are, obviously, just…different over time.”

“But, like, how–” Moe stops, and Steve can tell without needing to look away from the road to check the way her eyebrows are furrowed, the way they’re crinkled in the middle just like they always are on the rare occasions Moe can’t find the words she needs. She lets out a short exhale, “How did you know that it changed?” Before Steve can answer, Moe shakes her head, “How did you know that what you were feeling wasn’t, like, friend things anymore? Or, like, that it was more than just friend things.”

“Uh,” Steve pauses, running a hand through his hair, “Honestly, Nancy kind of told me.”

Moe’s head turns in his direction.

“Aunt Nancy told you?” she asks, “Pop…that’s so lame.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happened.”

“Why?”

Steve thinks about it for a second. It’s funny, he doesn’t actually put too much thought into that time in his life – the seven years that had lapsed between becoming friends with Eddie in the aftermath of everything with the Upside Down and when they’d finally gotten together. That was nearly thirty years ago, after all, and Steve hasn’t ever really been the type to dwell on the past. He takes a moment to dwell on it now and remembers how long it had taken him to notice the dull ache behind his ribs and the anxious somersault his stomach had done every time Eddie so much as looked his way.

“I mean – yeah, you’re right. It’s…it’s not easy when you’re close with someone for a long time and then the way you feel about them changes, because, you know, it’s not – I mean, it’s not like it changes overnight. It’s gradual, so…yeah, it’s not easy.”

“Yeah,” she quietly agrees.

“Nance, just – well, you know Nance. She just clocked it before I did, and I guess she didn’t have the patience to wait it out. Once I knew though, it was, like, super fucking obvious. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t known before.”

Moe’s laugh is nervous in a way Steve isn’t sure he’s ever heard before, and if there’s a friend of Moe’s she might be feeling differently for, he thinks he might have an idea which one. Moe is a hell of a lot smarter than him though, and this conversation is telling enough that she won’t need things spelled out for her in the way he had with Eddie thirty years ago.

“It was hard,” he continues, because he has a feeling Moe might need to hear more even if she isn’t asking for anything specific, “I – I mean, I actually liked dating when I was your age, believe it or not. I thought it was fun, or whatever, and it wasn’t really a thing that made me nervous, you know? With your dad, though…shit, I was terrified, because it’s a different kind of risk than just shooting your shot with someone you run into and hit it off with.”

Moe nods.

“I think the reason it’s so freaky is because falling for someone you’re friends with is never just a crush. I knew there was something big there. I know you guys hate when Dad and I are all sappy, but he was never just some guy I was dating. He was it for me from the very beginning.”

Moe mumbles something under her breath that Steve doesn’t quite catch.

“What was that?”

“I don’t hate it,” she says, her voice still pretty low, and Steve knows that must have been difficult for her to admit so he doesn’t comment on it (though he will be telling Eddie as soon as he possibly can – obviously).

“Well, I’m just saying,” he replies, “I wasn’t feeling that way for nothing, and things turned out pretty good in the end. If someone was in a similar situation, I’d tell them…” he pauses, and then laughs as he says, “I’d tell them to not wait seven years to get a good thing started.”

“Alright,” she replies, “I’ll…yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

[bistaxx]

Okay so, I fully agree that q!Bagi is not obligated to stick by Cellbit or watch over him- and that it's healthy for her to grow closer to other people who make her feel happy and focusing on them could really help her start to heal from years of trauma she's gone though. I'm all for her finding people that feel like family when her brother doesn't right now. She is so much more then just his sister.

... but I don't agree with the common take that q!Cellbit doesn't care about her- I just don't think it's fair to take the way he's acting lately as truly reflective of how he feels towards the others, his mental health is at it's lowest, he's lashing out in self-destructive ways, and hasn't really had a moment to just take-in and process everything he's learned about the past that was taken from him with all the other stressful garbage going on. 'Course none of that is to say the weight of how he's treating people like his sister (and the others) should just be ignored and it's fully up to them to decide if they still want him around or not- I just don't agree with writing him off as not caring for her.

It's a painful, messy, complicated situation... but he knows she's been hurting for a long time- and I still believe that him hunting down fed members is as much for him as it is for her and everyone else whose been hurt by them even if Bagi openly hates what he's doing. He may not want to admit it, but I think he does care about her deep down- and he wants to push her away like everyone else (who isn't Baghera) right now.

I don't know if they'll ever be able to be a 'family' again let alone as close as they once were, but I think there's still some hope left that they can make something work... maybe.

... I also don't think she's ever going to truly 'give-up' on him because Bagi is simply a VERY determined person and not one to let her dummy little brother tell her what to do lol