“Princess Leonor at 20: tall, a fencer, pilot, multilingual, crossed the ocean for 6 months, does her responsibility accordingly, has a good sense of humor. Me at 22: none, I do none” - Submitted by Anonymous
(I think Yue’s his perfect match and will post about that later, but what’s rough is she turned into the moon.)
Used to be: Toph liked him and I felt bad for her.
Now: One of Sokka’s primary character arcs is growing out of his misogyny. When he travels the world, he sees with his own eyes that his gender roles actually aren’t the natural order of things, and his sister isn't "weird" for not conforming to gender stereotypes.
(A metaphor for how education opens people’s minds and helps them discover their gifts and talents and how they are needed in the world, in his case, engineering.)
Suki was the first girl to open up his mind. However, Sokka never had formal training. He wasn't exactly a soldier. Not to say she wasn't an incredible warrior, but defeating Sokka wasn't exactly an incredible challenge. I think that that episode humbled him in two ways: he realized (1) he didn't know how to fight, and (2) girls can fight, sometimes better than him.
Then comes along Toph.
Sokka's in his element, watching "guys chucking rocks at each other." Katara's uninterested, even though she's a fighter. It's a "guy" thing, guys fighting, guys dominating, it's "guy time."
Then comes along Toph.
She takes out The Boulder without breaking a sweat.
She single-handedly takes out every single earthbender all at once.
She's everything Sokka wanted to be and more.
Then he gets to know her.
When she's forced to be sheltered and act helpless, she fights to make her own way and control her own life.
She values efficiency over feelings (to a fault, but nonetheless, it's contrary to what Sokka would expect from a girl).
Sokka's an engineer, he likes challenges. And Toph is a challenge. She's challenges his schema of gender roles. And she likes challenges, too, and annihilates every single challenge that comes her way: Earth Rumble Six, escaping her cage of a home, figuring out how Azula was tracking them, picking up and leaving when Aang blames her and yells at her, holding up THE ENTIRE LIBRARY when Wan Shi Tong was sinking it, getting them ferry tickets, lie detecting, the Dai Li, metalbending.
(Also, she bickers with Katara, which Sokka very much enjoys).
And the pièce de résistance: she's sarcastic.
Sarcasm is Sokka's love language.
He doesn't make moves on her, and it's something worth speculating about. Maybe he thinks she's too young. Maybe he's so impressed by her that he doesn't know where to begin with her. Maybe he didn't want any kind of romantic dynamic in Team Avatar (understandable when it was just the four of them). Maybe he was scared it'd encourage Aang to flirt with Katara. Maybe he tried, and Toph was abrasive, not understanding what he was doing or not sure how to respond, and so he stopped trying.
And we all know Toph loves Sokka.
She's fierce. She's strong. She's fearless. She's bold. But she's still a very, very sheltered young girl.
Earth Rumble Six knew The Blind Bandit, but no one knew Toph.
Maybe he's the first teenage boy she ever met. His voice is deeper, but not as deep as The Boulder's or her dad's. He's young, but still older and more mature than her.
Every character has a yin-yang balance. Aang is a peacemaker but defends Appa with aggression. Katara wants peace, but will defend her values (and mother) with aggression. Sokka is manly, but loves shopping (and his bag matches his belt).
And Toph is the greatest earthbender in the world, but she’s also a young blind girl. She’s strong and independent, but she likes having someone take care of her when she's out of her element. Literally.
She's completely in love with her role as a damsel in distress.
Iroh opened her up to helping others, seeing their needs and responding to them, and letting herself be helped in return. Needing help doesn’t mean you’re helpless, it means you’re human.
When she was sinking, she had no choice but to cry and beg for help. That was the one situation where she was completely helpless. Her resentment against her parents didn't matter anymore. Even if her parents were there, she would've accepted their help. What branch do we refuse when we are sinking?
There's nothing wrong with needing rescued (we all do at some point), or feeling loved when you are rescued.
Maybe she was jealous of Suki, who brought out a romantic side of Sokka that Toph had never seen before (and liked).
I honestly think Suki told Sokka about the interaction because look at his face here:
Look closely:
Yes, it could be a number of other things, but it definitely does look like the face of a guy who's talking to a girl who he knows likes him.
Also . . .
No words necessary.
Except maybe remember how air and earth are opposite elements? Toph was face to face with the original source of her opposite element. Flying in the air was the exact opposite of her element, so Sokka “grounded” her.
Also, back to Sokka--let's be real, he falls in love with every girl he meets--even his enemies.
No matter how much he hates the Fire Nation, he can't resist a pretty girl.
And we know Toph is pretty inside and out.
I wish the fillers leading up to the invasion in Book 3 focused more on Toph and Sokka (but it didn't because it would have taken away from Azula telling him about Suki in prison-- and that shows Sokka's yin-yang character: he's strategic and logical, but his love for Suki made him impulsive and his emotions took over).
Still, I think his feelings for Toph would be stronger, since he spent more time with her and knew her better. (“You Belong With Me” is their ship song 💕❤️)
She had his respect, but she was also very vulnerable at times, and when she was, he was happy to protect her.
Look at him rushing to shield her.
Look at his face as he’s protecting her.
He wants to protect women, which is a good thing. When he’s immature, he confuses it with the notion that women are weak. In reality, it’s not that women are weak, it’s that men should use their strength to protect others.
With Toph, she’s the strongest, but she can be the weakest in some situations. And that’s when Sokka shines. He loves showing his strength when the greatest earthbender in the world needs help from him.
And she loves when she can be the greatest earthbender in the world, *and* a blind girl who needs help.
It’s not an either-or, it’s a both-and. It’s yin and yang.
“Thailand's situation with the King's eldest daughter in a coma, presumably irreversible, and also the rumors about his son, tells me he'll end up naming Princess Sirivannavari as his heir, considering he disinherited and, it seems, repudiated the rest of his sons. The truth is, she might well deserve to be the heir because she's the one projecting Thailand onto the world stage most effectively.” - Submitted by Anonymous
“Everyone’s like “I want a love story like Nicholas and Alexandra” when Elizabeth II and Philip’s are better. What’s a better love story than seeing your opponents turn into your allies (like Harold Wilson, a socialist-leaning Labour PM), or seeing them lose their careers (like Blair and Corbyn) or outliving them (applies to many of the founding IRA members and the socialist-leaning Labour PMs who aren’t Wilson)?” - Submitted by Anonymous
“As fan of Nicholas II was a bad & unprepared tzar. (Even tho sometimes i think Michael his brother could've been a better tzar 👀) But it doesn't mean he deserved to die in the basement with his family,servants shot by the Bolsheviks. But people NEEDS to chill out cuz a lot of people describe him as if he was evil or something, he wasn't evil likea Adolf Hitler, Stalin, Mao-Zedong or Vladimir Putin. at the end, when the Russian monarchy collapsed the country was on fire the Russian people suffered 10x times more, the most when dictators/soviet union took control they attacked other countries and had no mercy at all. That's why I never liked the Russian revolution, cuz if it was still the monarchy alot of things wouldn't happen in Russia. (Clearly I'm talking about the dictatorship of Putin here) at the end of the day nor him or his kids deserved to die like in brutal way. they could at least them leave Russia but ofc the Bolsheviks didn't liked it.” - Submitted by Anonymous
“People like to romanticize Nicholas and Alix’s mutual stupidity.” - Submitted by Anonymous
“The Last Czars made me loath Nicholas and Alexandra so much. They were stupid, incompetent, stubborn and out of touch. No, they and their kids did not deserve being massacred but they were not blameless at all.” - Submitted by Anonymous
“Anne of Cleves might be the most underrated and underappreciated royal “wife” ever. Homegirl survived Henry VIII and got her own palace, allowance, gifts, and Henry’s friendship until she died. Epic.” - Submitted by Anonymous
“Anne of Cleves won the Tudor lottery, imagine getting a castle and a salary just by agreeing to divorce a tyrannical king. What a boss!” - Submitted by Anonymous
“The majority of the cause of Harry leaving was done by Charles and Camilla (like leaking the bridesmaids' story and refusing the half-in/half-out) but Harry and Meghan put 90% of the blame on William and Katherine because of stupid petty shit like lip gloss and kate rightfully calling Meghan for the shitty comments about Kate's hormones. Kate especially has suffered the brunt of Harry and Meghan's rubbish crusade and didn't even get respite when she had cancer but sure, Harry and Meghan deserve to be forgiven.” - Submitted by Anonymous
husband!robert robertson headcanons (+ robert's insecurities and self-esteem)
husband!robert robertson who, after two years of marriage still can't believe that he managed to get you to marry him. he really doesn't understand why would you choose a mess like him to spend the rest of your life.
husband!robert robertson who can be very insecure but not really vocal about it. you can see and feel that his thoughts are eating him alive and you have to sit him down to talk to you and vent, always making sure that he feels safe talking to you.
husband!robert robertson who's so touch starved that clings to you like a koala when you touch him but never initiates physical contact.
husband!robert robertson who talks about his marvelous and drop dead gorgeous wife at work. no one believes him until he shows the picture of you two on your wedding day that he keeps in his wallet.
husband!robert robertson who comes home exhausted but know that you usually come later than him so he makes sure to prepare a nice dinner for you two and then a hot bath together.
husband!robert robertson who loves washing your hair, massaging your scalp and feel you melt into him. who loves detangling your hair and form your curls between his fingers filled with curl cream. then diffuses your hair so your neck doesn't get sore.
husband!robert robertson who still doubts about you liking his scars so you always make sure that he feels worshiped in his skin.
husband!robert robertson whose favorite moment of the day is lying in bed with you in his arms, the sheets cool but your body is enough for him to keep him warm. he keeps you close by the waist, your head in his chest and your hand tracing the lines of his scars that you memorized. you aren't really talking about anything, but every once in a while you make a little comment that makes him laugh or he says something that makes your eyes roll. it's perfect for him.
husband!robert robertson who loves lazy sundays. he doesn't have many free days, and the sundays are the only day he gets to really relax and do nothing. he loves to wake up late with his chest pressed to your back, getting up only to make breakfast and go back to bed.
husband!robert robertson who grabs your hand all the time in bed, lifting it to have it at eye level and watches your gold ring like it's sacred. he doesn't really know why, but he's mesmerized by the sight of the ring on your hand.
husband!robert robertson who will never admit it but actually adores romantic teenage tv shows and movies, you have caught him more than once staying up late watching the latest episode of the summer i turned pretty.
husband!robert robertson who is so sarcastic it’s exhausting sometimes. not mean, never cruel, just that deadpan humor that makes it hard to tell if he’s joking until he breaks into that crooked little smile. you’ll be in the middle of folding laundry and he’ll mutter something like, “ah, yes, my dream saturday night activity: sorting socks with the love of my life,” and then wink when you throw one at him.
husband!robert robertson who uses sarcasm like armor when he’s feeling small, pretending he’s fine even when he’s cracking a little inside. you know the difference now, the sharp-edged jokes that mean please don’t look too closely, versus the soft teasing that means i feel safe with you.
husband!robert robertson who’ll mutter “wow, what a tragedy” when you finish the last cookie, or “no, no, i love holding forty-seven grocery bags” as he struggles up the stairs. and yet, somehow, you end up laughing every time.
husband!robert robertson whose sarcasm fades into something gentler when the world goes quiet. when he’s half-asleep, his voice muffled against your shoulder, whispering things that aren’t jokes at all. “can’t believe you picked me,” he says, and for once there’s no irony in his tone.
husband!robert robertson who doesn't use petnames except when he's talking about you, he always refers to you as 'y/n, my wife'. he alos gets flustered every time you use a petname on him, he gets so red if you call him 'pretty boy' or 'handsome'.
husband!robert robertson who will never admit how much he loves laying on top of you, head between your breasts, leaving little kisses in each once in a while. his hands grabbing your sides and you running your hands through his hair and neck, making him shiver when you reach a sensitive spot.
husband!robert robertson who stares at the wedding pics almost every month, remembering one of the happiest moment of his life, only to lift his head and seeing you napping in the couch with beef tucked in your lap.
robert robertson masterlist a/n: wrote this yesterday at midnight because i wanted to take a bite of his other ear so bad
Prompt: He’ll suffocate before he lets his sweetheart rise from her throne
Pairing(s): Robert Robertson (Mecha Man) x reader
Warnings: NSFW, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, robbie being a cruel munch, cum marking
A/N: i think about this shit daily and i dont regret it, think i did ok, i aint proof read this shit but it's good nuff
Robert wasn’t the type to be dramatic.
He wasn’t the type to grovel, to beg, or to act like some lovesick idiot just because you gave him attention. He was polite, sarcastic, composed, and professional — even when the Z-Team was actively trying to give him a stroke over the comms.
You’d seen him keep a straight face through building collapses, hero meltdowns, and Sonar’s unmedicated nonsense.
But tonight?
Tonight the man walked into your apartment like he was holding back a storm.
Still in his SDN button-up — sleeves rolled to his elbows, a little grease smudged on his forearm, hair mussed from work — he looked at you like you had personally ended his last shred of self-control.
“You’re home early,” you teased.
“Yeah.”
His voice had that strained, polite edge he only used when he was barely hanging on.
“Work… was a mess. And you weren’t answering your phone. Again.”
You smirk. “Missed me?”
He exhaled once through his nose — not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh — stepping closer, hands slipping to your hips like he didn’t remember deciding to touch you.
“Sweetheart,” he said calmly, eyes dropping to your thighs then snapping back up, “I’ve had a long day. And if I don’t get what I’ve been thinking about,”
his thumbs press firmer,
“we’re gonna have a problem.”
You blink. “And what exactly have you been thinking about, Robertson?”
He doesn’t blush.
He doesn’t stutter.
He doesn’t lose composure.
He simply sinks to his knees.
Smoothly.
Purposefully.
Like a man who’s been planning this all damn week.
Then he sits back on his heels and looks up at you — brown eyes dark, steady, focused with the same intensity he uses when giving life-or-death orders over the comms.
“Nothing,” he says quietly, firmly, “but this.”
His hands trail down your thighs as he adjusts his position on the floor — back straight, shoulders squared, expression serious like he’s taking on a mission briefing.
You raise an eyebrow. “You planning some kind of worship scenario?”
He huffs a short breath. “Planning? Sweetheart, I’m offering you a throne.”
And then, with devastating calm:
“Sit.”
And thus, that is how you’ve been for the past couple of hours — trembling, slumped over him, thighs shaking around his head as you hover above his mouth. Your release streaks warm down your legs, mixing with the slick from his tongue and the shine of his spit, all of it soaking into the sheets beneath him.
Your whole body feels wrung out, your voice raw from the sounds he’s pulled from you. Your fingers curl weakly in his hair, tugging because you barely have the strength to do anything else.
“R-Robert… no more…” you breathe, the plea breaking apart into a thin, wavering whine.
He answers with a low, dissatisfied grunt — the closest he’ll allow himself to sounding feral — and keeps going, undeterred. His lips, his tongue, even the faint scrape of his stubble… every tiny movement sends another pulse of heat through your overstimulated nerves.
Your clit is so sensitive you flinch every time his nose bumps you, every time his mouth shifts. Your whole body jerks with each touch, thighs quivering violently around his head.
“R-Robert—” you try again, voice trembling.
He just tightens his grip on your hips, holding you steady above him like he’s refusing to let gravity or exhaustion steal you away. His thumbs rub slow, grounding circles into your skin — the only mercy he’s offering.
This man is going to kill you.
You can feel the determination radiating from him, the way his breath huffs hot against you, the way he refuses to give you even a moment to fall apart properly.
Every swallow, every groan, every small shift of his mouth makes you see white behind your eyelids.
Your legs nearly buckle, and he responds by pulling you down closer — not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you whose throne you’re sitting on.
His voice finally rumbles out beneath you, low and hoarse, vibrating against your core:
“Not done.”
And you realize —he absolutely means it.
He’s not stopping until he decides you’re done.
Until your legs give out.
Until your voice breaks.
Until you physically can’t say his name anymore.
Robert Robertson III — former hero, dispatcher, polite menace —is going to worship you to death.
You’re beyond words at this point — the noises spilling out of you aren’t even moans anymore, just broken, delirious sounds you can’t swallow down. Your body trembles like you’ve been hit with a live wire, vision fragmenting at the edges.
Robert is a disaster beneath you.
His SDN uniform shirt is completely soaked from your earlier releases, chin slick, hair damp, the entire front of his pants ruined — a dark, obvious patch spreading across his thighs from where he’s come in them again and again without ever touching himself a second time.
And he still refuses to stop.
You whimper something that might be “enough,” or “please,” or maybe just his name — you’re not even sure — and try, with the last remaining strength in your body, to lift yourself off him.
It’s a mistake.
A growl rips out of him — low, sharp, warning — and then everything flips.
Your back hits the mattress before you even register he moved. Robert pins your hips down with both hands, his grip firm but careful, dragging you back to his mouth like you’ve offended him by trying to get away.
His lips close around your clit again, and the shock of overstimulation makes your spine bow clean off the bed.
His arms lock around your thighs.
You can’t move.
You can’t breathe.
You can only take it.
He pulls another orgasm out of you, painful and bright, then a second, then a third — each one tearing through your nerves until you’re shaking so hard you’re practically vibrating under him. At some point you start crying, overwhelmed, and he still doesn’t stop until your body goes limp.
Then — only then — does he finally pull away, breath ragged, eyes unfocused with how far gone he is.
He pushes himself up on trembling arms, chest heaving. With a strained groan, he shoves his ruined pants down just enough and releases over your stomach and hips — weak, barely-there pulses that tell you he’s as spent as you are.
For a few seconds, there’s nothing but the sound of both of you panting like you’ve nearly died.
You stare at the ceiling in a daze, chest rising and falling too quickly.
You’re never letting him go down on you ever again.
You also know — with painful clarity — that you’re lying.
Because it happened again the next week.
And the week after that.
And the week after that.
Robert Robertson III doesn’t know moderation.
He only knows devotion.
And once he decided his face belonged beneath you…there was no undoing it.
“What made the interview with Oprah truly unbearable wasn't so much the content but the timing. Not only Prince Philip was on his deathbed, we were in the midst of a pandemic! It was such a tragic time and vulnerable people were affected the most. Playing on people's emotions was so vile in that moment. Before, I had a neutral opinion of Meghan and Harry and sometimes I defended them but after the interview I cannot stand seeing their faces anymore. They're just two squalid opportunists who exploit social issues to their advantage. As a healthcare worker, I truly appreciated the book Kate published. Recognizing the work of people who sacrificed themselves for others instead of wasting time on personal feuds truly made me understand who Kate is.” - Submitted by Anonymous
I had a crush on the Baker from Cinderella (Anastasia’s boyfriend). Growing up I thought he was more attractive and cute than Prince Charming. And I still do, kinda.
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