[mo0oshro0om]

Two photos from my program of Galileo (2006) that I got a hold of featuring Bertie and Sam in the same show way before AKOTSK

Both are about 29 I think but looking so handsome! Just thought I'd share

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maekar is a munch. if youre overstimulated and you try pulling his mouth off your cunt or tits? he grunting (borderline growling) and swatting away your hands that are trying to push him him off you and going back to his meal. im on my period im stupidly horny and need this rn.

[talontarget]

jkr is literally posting upskirt photos to her social media. when will it finally get through to harry potter fans that their support makes her feel confident and correct enough to do things like this

[dodykeahedron]

If the holocaust denialism SOMEHOW wasn't enough for you to shut up about your favourite kids book as an adult; JK Rowling just committed a sex crime IRL against a transgender woman.

When do we start to care.

[winterstellars]

modern!maekar likes to show off his pregnant wife

notes: headcanony little drabble, afab/fem reader, implied age gap, pregnancy, slight nsfw.

modern!maekar just wants to come home to you, his pretty wife, at a reasonable hour every night. fuck a business dinner. why would he want to spoil a perfectly good steak frites with dull small talk and discussions about stocks and shareholders? and gods forbid his father asks him to represent the company at some stuffy conference, or a company retreat, or a fancy gala. he's not baelor; he doesn't have any patience for pointless socialization with people he couldn't give less of a fuck about. after a long day full of meetings and conference calls, he wants to take off his cufflinks. put his phone on do not disturb. and (most nights) fuck you like a man starved. his ideal night would end by 9pm with you naked and sated next to him.

so you're a bit suspicious now that you're pregnant and you're doing your makeup for the third dinner party in one week. there was a charity gala last weekend. a fundraising luncheon the week before. you've given maekar's credit card a hell of a workout, shopping for dresses that can accommodate your growing baby bump and your packed schedule.

it's not that you dislike this sudden change in character. the food's usually quite good at these things anyways. you enjoy getting dressed up, flaunting the jewels maekar buys you, chatting about your plans for the nursery, and feeling maekar's hands wander from your waist down to your ass as the event goes on. you've always loved how he introduces you, that low rumble of my wife like it's a boast and a threat. and gods know you love how most of these little soirees end with him rucking up your dress and giving you a mind-numbing orgasm as soon as you get home.

you just want him to admit it. he likes showing you off. you can tell from the possessive hand that never seems to leave your belly, wedding ring glinting on his finger, just in case it wasn't already obvious that the swell underneath is his work. you can tell when you're gossiping in the car home and he's disparaging some elderly shareholder you'd both had the displeasure of conversing with. three wives and no children, you know, he'd scoffed, that man couldn't get a rabbit pregnant. you can tell from the way he makes love to you afterward, all needy and riled up. it's some primal instinct deep down. showing off his good work.

"i think you just like parading me around," you tease him while you fix his tie before leaving. "i'm like a walking shrine to your virility. ought to wear a shirt with your sperm count on it, it'd be easier."

"don't know where you get your ideas from, woman," he grumbles. "that's disgusting."

there's a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. maybe he'll never admit it. you're happy to keep playing along.

[winterstellars]

in light of your current maekarpilled circumstances, can we please receive more maekar/reader hcs? fluff, freaky, angsty, whatever you are willing to bestow.

YES ok i did write this with tloyl/freudian summerhall reader in mind but you can read this as just modern!maekar in general. please enjoy me thinking about getting spoiled by that old man <3

♡ modern!maekar money musings ♡

maekar keeps his family dressed to the nines in every universe. the maekarlings are wearing designer kids' clothes. he's buying you shoes and purses and jewelry. if you're in a mood for whatever reason, he'll just huff and toss his credit card at you. go. don't come back until you've spent a thousand (he'll be checking his banking app while you're out and gets very excited if he sees a purchase at a lingerie boutique).

maekar has to travel a lot for business, of course. if it's only a night or two, you'll usually just stay behind in summerhall. but if he has to be gone for a week, maybe more, you're coming with him. in king's landing, you get the run of his penthouse. in dorne, you get to sunbathe at the family villa. if you're in a city where he doesn't own property (rare), he'll book a nice fucking hotel. your only job is to go have fun during the day and be back in time for him to fuck you through the mattress each night.

maekar is a total horse boy. he might love caraxes more than you. but if you want to learn to ride, he'll be a hands-on teacher (in every sense).

maekar works too hard. he'll spend all day doing business, taking calls well into the evening, constantly frowning at some email on his phone. so there's nothing he loves more than for you to grab his phone out of his hand and ride him wherever he happens to be: his office, the living room, his bedroom, doesn't matter. it's even better when you go slow, kiss his cheeks, murmur praise. you work so hard, my love. you deserve to relax. let me make it good for you.

maekar might hate all the functions he's forced to attend (charity galas, business dinners, parties that someone from the family needs to attend just to show face), but he loves showing you off more. he adores seeing you all dolled up, fancy new outfits, pretty hair and nails and makeup, the whole nine yards. and nothing makes him more smug and satisfied than seeing a stranger starstruck by his beautiful young wife.

maekar loves his rich, fancy, expensive life. he's not flashy about it, but he's comfortable dropping $500 on dinner (on a random tuesday), or chartering a yacht, or keeping a private chef on staff at summerhall because he cannot cook. maybe, though, once in a blue moon, he'll let you take him out. you'll see a stupid film (and somehow he'll complain about the price of popcorn even though you've seen him spend tens of thousands without blinking an eye). you'll get dinner afterwards at some shitty diner. you'll walk the long way back to his penthouse so you can chat, and he'll listen the whole time.

[winterstellars]

modern!maekar and his whiny wife

notes: headcanony little drabble, afab/fem reader, pregnancy, bonding through bitching and moaning <3

modern!maekar scoffs at the men he works with. the senior vice presidents, the ceos, the financial interns; all these peacocks with their inflated egos who whine (as if it’s something they expect to bond over, like he’d get all chummy with these pricks) about their wives. got to get home before the missus pitches a fit. my old lady must be on her period, can’t go five minutes without hearing her complaining about something or other. gods, these women, they talk your ear off. it’s pathetic. it’s boyish.

because maekar loves when you complain. he could listen to you bitch and moan for hours. coming home after a long day and hearing you launch into a laundry list of complaints—my peaches went moldy, can you believe that? just my fucking luck, i leave them on the counter overnight and it looked like i was trying to grow penicillin. oh, and that insufferable cunt in my yoga class told me i "look too big for the second trimester" today, i nearly throttled her… maekar. take your fucking shoes off, you’re getting scuff marks on my rug—is heaven to him.

he can’t explain it. maybe it’s because he loves that fire that lights up in your eyes when you’re annoyed. maybe it’s because you’re quick to direct your ire toward whatever’s bothering him. one comment about some awful, boring meeting he’d had with a consultant and you’re heated. that incompetent bastard, you’ll snark, he should be grateful you haven’t sacked him yet. you’re constantly waging wars on his behalf. he’ll zone out in his meetings, wishing he could sit you down in front of the board and tell them all off like they’re schoolchildren.

you’re not alone in your complaining, though. maekar likes to think he’s grown skilled at biting his tongue and holding back his quips. years of baelor in his ear, chiding him for his manners, have taught him that much. but when his brother invites the two of you to dinner at the new, fancy restaurant in town and the waiter gives him a plate that’s more garnish than meat, that self-restraint dissolves quickly.

“well where’s the bloody rest of it?” he grumbles. “supposed to go cook it myself, am i?”

“i get it, they’re being clever. your baby’s twenty-two weeks today, she’s the size of a sad steak,” you huff, dripping with sarcasm while glaring at your own tiny portion of pasta. “fuck this, i’m ordering takeaway.”

behind that exasperated look on baelor’s face, there’s a little flicker of appreciation. a begrudging recognition of what maekar knew in his bones from the day he met you: you’re perfect for each other.

more of my maekar musings live here <3

[kore-of-the-underworld]

The fact that people are able to understand and sympathize with maekar in regards to his sons and not to alicent in regards to hers is just pure misogyny.

Because what do you mean that despite aerion being the aggressor in the situation, you understand why maekar stands by him but alicent reacting badly to her sons eye being cut out is her being a b*tch.

You understand maekar being closed off emotionally from his kids and his children running wild and doing things that he cannot control and might not approve of, but alicent is somehow supposed to always have her eyes on her children 24/7, be perfectly emotionally regulated and be the perfect mother all at the same time.

[kleoshe]

Headcanon that Maekar Targaryen is always complaining about how bad his back hurts. This is based off him always mf groaning when sitting down LMFAO

Like Daeron gets found drunk in a ditch again and dragged back to an audience with his father and Maekar is like “someone else fucking deal with this boy, my back is fucking killing me”

Maekar has to wrangle some clothes on Rhaegal so he isn’t running nude in the red keep and all Baelor hears for the next few hours is how “I pulled a muscle making sure our brother isn’t exposing himself, the least you could do is get shitfaced with me”

However he never complains if he gets to do some activity he actually likes, such as training in the yard or hunting, he only does it to annoy Baelor or to make everyone know how grumpy he is feeling (so all the time)

[ser-duncan-the-best]

Headcanon that during the time where Dunk was Lord Commander of the Kingsguard it were actually his sworn brothers updating the White Book (or at least making amends to it). Not because Dunk himself was incapable or anything of course, it's just that he had a habit of being far too humble about creating his own entries.

[ser-duncan-the-best]

Headcanon that Dunk is actually mad good at cooking from his years spent on the road. Bro can genuinely create a feast from air, shit and pure determination. Egg bit into that sandwich and understood that he will never eat something more tasty ever again.

[ser-duncan-the-best]

Say about Maekar what you want, but he certainly never threw his boy into the air and caught him again to celebrate a tug of war they won together like a proud father.

[cassie48]

Just some thoughts on the reader being Aerions wife while heavily pregnant at Ashford Tourney…

He would be all over you. Princes don’t ride in carriages, they rode on their horses alongside them. But when Aerion saw you step into the carriage, with no one but his drunk older brother who had already fallen off his horse, he broke the standards and slid in beside you without a word. If Daeron were to snore to loudly, or scare you with his nightly visions on the way there, he would kick his brothers shin, shutting him up instantly.

When you’d finally arrive there, Aerion would be the only one to help you out, he didn’t trust anyone near you anymore, after all you were carrying his hatchling now, as he liked to call it. To his logic, the male dragon always protects the nest, despite the child being born yet or not.

He would watch you with every step you took, and if anyone were to dare get too close, attempt a conversation, or merely disturb your peace? It’s safe to say they would not be seen anywhere again that day.

You would have been the one to convince him to go to the puppet show, it was about dragons after all, and you knew his strict obsession with them. It had started off pleasant, you, in his arms. But it seemed he had snapped that poor girls fingers in the blink of an eye.

You had tried to get the nearby guards to stop the taller man from coming at Aerion. You knew your husband was in the wrong, but to see him being brutally attacked meant more.

When you had returned back to the small castle of Ashford, where you were all staying, Lord ashford was waiting with Maekar and Baelor. You were sat near Lord ashford. Aerion often liked to put you far from him, only so he could stare at you fully for the night. As he ignored the hedgeknights words, he instead snapped some nuts open.

The final one had flown across the room, going past Lord Ashford and landing on your boots. When you had begun to bend down to retrieve it Aerion let out a noise of displeasure. Instead he gestured to Lord Ashford, pointing at your shoes. He watched as the Lord scrambled to remove it while you blushed in embarrassment.

“My wife is carrying a prince, my Lord, it is only right you go to your knees before her” is what he had said with a shrug before Maekar had snatched him by the collar and dragged him out while Baelor spared you a smile.

Aerion had made you clean his cuts that night, just so he could entice you to a bath with him. You knew how that always ended….

Watching the trial was horrible for you, seeing your husband lose, was not something either of you were used to. For the next week, Aerion let you baby him. Though he did moan and complain when you cleaned his wounds, he would stay quiet when you’d brush your fingers through his silver hair.

You being pregnant was the only reason in the end that Maekar didn’t send Aerion to Lys. So that night Aerion made sure he fucked you to your hearts content.

“It brings on the birth” he’d whispered in your ear as he finished inside of you for the third time

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maekar and baelor getting cute aggression with their wife

I just did maekar cos I cant picture baelor with it im sorry 😭 have some of this emotionally stunted man trying to show his wife affection. hehehe.

Maekar struggled with showing affection. Hes fully aware. In private he is much better, in fact he can barely keep his hands off you. Today you skipped into his solar, hands hidden behind your back and a sweet grin on your face- it was a welcome interruption from the mind numbing letters on his desk.

“Are you okay, husband?” You stop in front of his desk and sway from side to side with barely contained excitement.

“Mm.” He grunts in acknowledgment before leaning back in his chair and stretching his aching back. “What have you been up to?”

“I got you something.” Your words are spoken so fast he can barely decipher them.

“What?”

From behind you, you pull a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers. A small one made up of reds and blacks- his house colours. “I made this. For you.” You hold it out for him and he just stares at it, a strange warmth creeping up his ribcage that he tries his best to ignore. You spent your time thinking of him and decided to pick and arrange some flowers in the Targaryen colours. He rises from his chair and stands right infront of you, eyes never leaving the bunch of flowers. He takes them from you, placing them gently on his desk, fingers running over the silky ribbon that holds it together.

He takes in your appearance for a moment before wrapping his strong arms around you and squeezing. You reciprocate of course, youd never turn down a hug from him- especially one he initiated. Anyone else would fear he was trying to wrap around them like a boa constrictor, but you dont. He hugs you impossibly closer but still holding back some of his strength as to not hurt you. Its hard but he does it. He cant express his love well through words so a slightly stiff bone crushing hug is the best way for him to.

“You are very sweet, wife.” He whispers softly into your hair. A quiet sentence that holds more love in it then anyone else could understand.

[godtrauma]

the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.

[amovingmess]

This is what I think about when people ask what the meaning of life is

[thehumantrampoline]

I kept forgetting my nighttime antidepressant so I set an alarm where the sound was a recording of me saying "HEY. TAKE YOUR FUCKING PILL" because I thought it would be funny. It was funny about three times, and then it started making me mad and I'd dismiss it right away to make it stop. So I handed my phone to my partner, who made another recording sweetly saying "Okay Shira, it's time to take your medication" and now I don't get mad anymore and I take my pill. The "compassion over punishment" camp has gotta get something wrong one of these days

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Quick shout out to the Down syndrome kid from my after-school program back when I was in grade school. Like yea he had the usual issues but he was a sweetheart and quite funny; and one day both his parents showed up at the same time to pick him up and I had the experience of meeting a family of genetically disabled people that had jobs and a home and a kid in school and it was a profoundly normalizing experience for me like I couldn’t take eugenicists seriously after that because like “no they totally can have whole entire meaningful lives with marriage and children and work and hobbies have you not met Dennis??” Anyway quick shout out to Dennis you were a real one

[digitaldiscipline]

This is the 85 year old creator of Roger Rabbit: