#moreprofoundbonds

Logyn!!!

FOR  EVERY   🤔  I’LL  POST  A  HEADCANON  ABOUT  OUR  MUSES.

1. Sigyn combs and braids Loki's hair every morning, and he un-braids and combs hers every night

2. Loki doesn't tell Sigyn half the shit he gets into, not because he wants to be dishonest but because he knows she would 100% declare war on Asgard if she found out how they really treated him

Heike had been in labour for almost a day now. She’d learnt from working on maternity wards that the less time spent on one, the better. It was far better to wait until the last minute to leave for the hospital and go through the early stages in the comfort of your own home. She’d spent the day talking relaxing baths, making sure the nursery was ready and packing her go bag again. The contractions had been slowly getting closer. 

Elle hadn’t felt this excited since she saw Ford get on one knee to propose. This moment was going to be so special, something that will change their lives forever. Sam was everything to her, and she couldn’t wait to tell him.

“The maester says I should expect the child to arrive within the fortnight. I could have told him so by the size of me. Surely I cannot grow any more, I shall explode.” (Dany to Lyanna) @moreprofoundbonds

"Your time will be very soon, Your Grace. I know that confinement can be... trying, but it will not be long now." Lyanna reassured, even Lyanna was frustrated with being confined in the dark with the queen.

There is an intimacy with this picture that resounds beyond any caption than makes this a meme… something beyond the laymen’s assesment at first glace - of a welcomed dominant and submissive interaction.

There is the resolution of a conversation deep within both parties. A trust exercise. A confessional. An acknowledgement. A belief. A calculated risk. A relief. A resolve.

I’d dont want to dominate… i want to build/venture/explore with you… both first and foremost…. That said… i only imagine the wolf within my passion being expressed with you.

She replies: Allowing me to submit doesn't necessarily mean you have to dominate.. it allows me to be safe.

I reply: That’s why I love you.

+ @moreprofoundbonds​ asked:  “I’m here for you no matter what.” (Gwen) 

“Do you?” Hadley asks curiously, eyes flickering down to her best friend’s belly. “Natural as in no medical intervention at all or with an epidural? Because speaking as someone who’s pushed out eight babies with no epidural, it’s tough. Extremely worth it but really tough.” Last thing Hadley would want any mama to think is there was one way she had to give birth.

“What’s Stephen think of that idea? I’m sure he’ll faint if you tell him you want to have that baby outside of a hospital.” She rolled her lips. “I’m happy to answer any of your questions, sweetheart,” Hadley said finally. She probably should’ve led with that. “Did I inspire you in that area?”

Continuing walking around this rather spooky house, Hadley’s hand absently slipped into Clea’s. “You think your baby has magic too? Whatever is in here seems to be particularly attracted to you. Might be one of those magic vampire things.”

Her free hand drops to the slight curve beneath her robes. “I’ve been considering a WATER birth, if I’m being perfectly honest. I do feel at peace surrounded by water and nature. It’s just something I’m considering.” Clea sighed softly, crinkling her nose as they walked. 

At her friend’s next question, Clea lets out a soft huff of laughter. “I haven’t brought it up yet, but considering the fact that we have a telepathic bond, he probably already knows. It would explain the GRUMPINESS...but it’s my body and my choice,” she remarks a little stubbornly. “But yes, you may have had some influence in my decision making...that and I have no idea what my PAIN tolerance is. The last thing I need is for my head to burst into flames in front of a room full of doctors.”

She squeezes Hadley’s hand and gives her a small smile. “As long as she’s healthy...I don’t care. But I would say it’s a fair shot. I’m the only HYBRID of my kind.” It occurs to her that that wouldn’t be true for very much longer. “She’ll be a quarter FALTINE.”