#my own gif

[alicent-archive]

Her horrible night hasn't even begun yet, and she's already picking at her fingers ☹️

It just makes you wonder how many countless nights she had to endure this. How many times she was woken up because Viserys desired her, and her being able to do NOTHING about it.

She can't refuse the King; he's her husband. She can't refuse her husband; he's the King.

Alicent has to do her duty, and pleasing the King IS her duty.

Even though he mocked her in the Godswood in front of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Even though he laughed in her face. Even though he consistently demonstrates that he thinks less and less of her with each passing day.

Alicent Hightower—despite the late hour, despite the mockery, and despite her dissociating during the act—goes to the King and does her duty.

#idc that this is normal in Westeros. it's still a horrifying scene. #she was so brave guys. #she was so brave. #Viserys didn't suffer enough actually #hotd #house of the dragon #alicent hightower #emily carey #queen alicent #team green #my own #anti viserys i targaryen

[playfully-sadistic]

Isn't this fun, little prey? Cry once for yes, weep and beg for please gut me. And don't you dare bleed on my boots.

Don't add captions. Keep comments in the tags.

#my own #gender neutral post #female sub #male sub #nb sub #trans sub #my gif #fear play. #knife play. #RACK. #cnc. #edge play. #sadism.

[the-last-tsar]

"Just as Nicholas felt intimidated by his father, Alexandra had the same feelings towards her mother-in-law. The cheerful and effusive Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna knew the whole society of St. Petersburg, for she had had a long period of adaptation from her arrival at court, as the bride of Tsarevich Alexander, to the moment of ascending the throne as Tsarina. She cared about the way she looked and dressed with pomp and luxury. She was known for her flawless skin, even after old age. Legend has it that she was one of the first people to do peeling. It was difficult for Maria to leave her old post and make room for her new daughter-in-law and new empress. It did not take long for the raids between them to begin. One of the first issues involved the state jewels. Maria did not want to give them up to her daughter-in-law, despite the fact that she had a beautiful collection of personal jewelry. Alexandra, resentful of her mother-in-law, wanted to refuse the pieces taken from the Dowager Empress, which the young woman, as a new Tsarina, was supposed to wear. To minimize friction and avoid further scandals, it was decided that the jewels would be under the responsibility of the Treasury, and could be requested by the two when certain events required their use, such as the coronation of Nicholas in Moscow. The influence of the Dowager Empress on the life of the couple continued intense for several years. She appointed all the servants of Alexandra and, having more experience in state affairs than her son, thanks to the complicity she had with her husband, Alexander III, took upon herself the duty of becoming an adviser to the young Tsar. The couple had meals with her in Anichkov, and even after they moved they used to have breakfast with Maria every day. The different personalities and tastes of the two women, however, meant that there was little understanding between them."

Os Últimos Czares (the last tsars) | Paulo Rezzutti

(loose ttranslation)

#tsarina alexandra #maria feodorovna #dagmar of denmark #alix of hesse #tsarina #facts #romanov family #imperial russia #matilda 2017 #my own #my editions

[persephonymphh]

𑄼ల۫ ꪆ୧ even when performing the mundane i am doing amazing things 𑄼ల۫ ꪆ୧

#my own #mental health support #self love #self care #mental health #spiritual growth #words of affirmation #positive words #positive manifestation #positivity #manifestations #manifestation #manifesting #growth #healing #self healing #self soothing #affirmation #affirmations #positive thinking #positive thoughts #encouragement

[koschei-the-ginger]

When the episode gives us an answer that's neither too good or too bad but it's final and we can now all move on ig

#its about the.... Closure #i need a week to recover from the heavy heart it gave me #my own #closure #the x files #txf #6 hours later i still feel awful #and i thought i didnt even like it !!!!

[otmaaromanovas]

Myth-busting - did sailor nanny Derevenko betray the family?

Several members of the imperial entourage have been villainised over the decades, none more than Andrei Eremevich Derevenko, whom Anna Vyrubova claimed in her memoir to have betrayed the family. Many historians in the 20th century took this as fact, but more evidence has shown that it is highly likely that Derevenko did not betray the family or Alexei, and fell victim to one of the many lies in Anna Vyrubova's book. Some popular history books go as far as calling him 'abusive' - but let's look at the real facts.

Andrei Eremevich Derevenko was born in 1878, in Volyn, Zhytomr, in the Ukraine. He was a member of the baltic fleet, originally a sailor before being employed by the Imperial Family. In May 1906 he was appointed as the Dyadka, meaning 'uncle', to Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich. Derevenko was a sailor nanny, his primary role was to look after Alexei, and to ensure that the haemophilliac did not do himself an injury.

Derevenko found himself in more favour with the family in 1907, when his actions during a collision of the yacht Standart with a large rock were seen as admirable. His experience as a sailor came in incredibly handy; he knew that the boiler rooms of the ship were most likely to sink first, so grabbed the tiny Heir and ran to the opposite side of the ship, ensuring the Tsarevich's maximum safety.

In 1910, he was paid 120 rubles a year annually. By 1913, this had increased to 360 a year. Derevenko was joined by another sailor nanny, Klimenty Grigorievich Nagorny, in 1913 to help protect the heir as he grew into a rambunctious boy. The Tsarevich especially enjoyed playing with Derevenko's sons, Sergei, Alexei, and possibly a third, Alexander. The Tsarina were the children's godmother, and in turn the Tsar and Tsarina paid yearly expenses for the boy's education, and covered the cost of a surgery one of them underwent. Derevenko kept a daily diary, where he mostly recorded the duties he performed for Alexei, and what they both got up to during the day.

Now we come on to the origin of the myth. In her memoir, Anna Vyrbova claimed that after the February Revolution, she discovered:

"Lying sprawled in a chair was the sailor Derevenko, for many years the personal attendant of the Tsarevitch, and on whom the family had bestowed every kindness, every material benefit. Bitten by the mania of revolution, this man was now displaying his gratitude for all their favors. Insolently he bawled at the boy whom he had formerly loved and cherished, to bring him this or that, to perform any menial service his mean lackey's brain could think of. Dazed and apparently only half conscious of what he was being forced to do, the child moved about trying to obey. It was too much to bear."

Anna Vyrubova was arrested in March 1917, and did not spend the following months with the family at the Alexander Palace. She claims that this event happened on 20 March 1917. In contrast, family photo albums show that Derevenko was still a part of the retinue until the day of departure to Tobolsk, and was actually promoted in July 1917 by the Tsar to the role of Alexei's official valet.

Historian Charlotte Zeepvat proposes another explanation:

One of the most enigmatic figures, and the most intimately involved with Alexei, was the sailor Derevenko. Anna Virubova claimed to have seen Derevenko bullying Alexei, shouting orders at a boy too bemused to fight back. If this is true it would have been a shattering experience, but its truth is not so clear cut as it may seem. According to Anna, it happened on 20 March, two days before her own arrest. After a display like that the sailor would surely have left or been made to go, but he was still at the palace months later. Shortly before the move to Tobolsk in August he submitted an invoice for new clothes and shoes for Alexei to Colonel Kobilinski, the commandant of the palace garrison. He was asking a huge amount, so payment was withheld: when the sailor complained to the Tsaritsa and she intervened on his behalf, Kobilinski showed her the invoice. She took the Colonel's part. Derevenko was refused permission to accompany the family to Tobolsk, but months after their departure, he was still pleading to be allowed to join them. Failing that, he asked for the return of a trunk, which he said had gone to Tobolsk in error. It was found and opened, and inside were the new clothes and shoes, and an icon given to Alexei by his great-uncle, Grand Prince Sergei Alexandrovich. Was Derevenko stealing? Looking after the boy's interests in his own peculiar way? No one will ever know.

Several letters sent by Derevenko have survived. In the letters, he explains that the commissioners at the Alexander Palace and Tobolsk had informed him that there was 'no space' to take him on the trip, and that he was awaiting summons to Tobolsk, should he be required. Interestingly, these letters detail that the other sailor nanny, Nagorny, stayed in contact with Derevenko, and he also reveals that he was receiving multiple letters from the family and retinue from Tobolsk.

Historian George Hawkins, who has translated all of Alexei's correspondence and diaries from 1905-1918, found an interesting account by Comissar Pankratov. In this account, he explains that Colonel Kobylinski was confronted by Alexandra Feodorovna when Derevenko was not on the list, though was embarrassed when she discovered that he had requested a disproportionately high invoice to the Provisional Government for his duties. Pakratov added that Derevenko wrote to him repeatedly asking "when would he be called to Tobolsk to continue his official duties with the “heir”."

George Hawkins summarises: "Going by this account, it would seem he didn't [betray the Imperial Family]. Ania Vyrubova is the ultimate source for his 'betrayal' where she wrote that he started ordering Alexei about. I think something like that may well have happened, as it is also reported by Sokolov in his investigation into the fate of the Romanovs, but it would seem he still stayed with the family until their departure to Tobolsk - trying to get extra money out of the provisional government with his exaggerated bill, and kept trying to get to Tobolsk for some time."

The exact fate of Derevenko is unknown. Some sources suggest that he joined the White Army and died in 1921, either from being wounded/killed in action or succumbing to an illness. The early 1920s were years of intense turmoil and civil war in Russia, so it is not unusual that his documents drop off the record.

Though we can conclude that Derevenko did not betray the family in that he was 'abusive' to Alexei, he was not exactly popular with the suite. Pierre Gilliard recalled in his memoirs 'Thirteen Years at the Russian Court' that Derevenko preferred peasants to:

"[drop to their] knees before Alexis Nicolaïevitch to offer him what they had brought. I noticed that the boy was embarrassed and blushed violently, and when we were alone I asked him whether he liked seeing people on their knees before him. "Oh no, but Derevenko says it must be so !".

Gilliard also believes that the sailor nannies stifled Alexei's progress too much, and did not allow him to test the boundaries of his disease in order to become more self-disciplined.

Sources:

Memories of the Russian Court - Anna Vyrubova

Romanov Autumn - Charlotte Zeepvat

Russian Imperial Family: Romanovs in Their Own Words - Helen Azar and George Hawkins

Expenses of Alexey - Alexander Palace Org

Alexei - Russia's Last Tsesarevich: Letters, diaries and writings Part One: 1904 – 1915 - George Hawkins

Alexei - Russia's Last Tsesarevich: Letters, diaries and writings Part Two: 1916-1918 - George Hawkins

Photos:

Public domain, flickr - LastRomanovs

#myth busting #Romanovs #Alexei Nikolaevich #Tsarevich Alexei #myths #my own #Andrei Derevenko #Pierre Gilliard #Derevenko #Dyadkas #Nagorny #Klimenty Nagorny #russian history #romanov family #Anna Vyrubova #sources

[ohsayit]

AA is so sweet. Especially if you give your body to Haarlep...He is so sweet I want to munch on him.... https://youtube.com/shorts/VCnVV3YjRAk?si=6podCkAHrVIwG3fw

#bg3 #ascended astarion #astarion #my own

[getinmylap]

favorite fantasies: the stranger in the club

It’s a little late and I’m a little drunk when I find myself flying solo in a dark, hot, crowded club my friends dragged me to. Guess they finally got so wasted and dipped unannounced. Fine with me — all night, all I’ve really wanted to do is find a girl who wants to dance with me the way I want to dance with her.

I’m crossing the dance floor toward the bar to grab another drink when someone grabs my wrist and insists I turn around. Without saying a word she presses her back into my chest, gently winding her hips as the intoxicating bass line of “Ass Drop” starts pumping out of the speakers. As the beat kicks into gear, my new friend, poured into suffocating cutoffs and an equally tiny black tank, dips and grabs her knees, teasing my zipper while she peeks at me over her shoulder.

THIS is what I’ve been craving. Finding her waist, I hook my thumbs through her belt loops, yanking her closer as she drags her beautifully thick ass, barely contained by denim, up and down my rapidly growing cock. There's no question she feels it. The harder I get, the nastier she grinds, faster and faster until we're nearly fucking her through our clothes.

She snaps back up, turns around, straddles one of my legs and starts riding hard to the beat, working her thigh in rhythmic circles against my swelling cock so perfectly I start twitching against her hot skin. She snakes a hand around the back of head and forces my ear down to her mouth. I run my fingers down the small of her back and into her shorts, gripping her ass to help her grind me even harder. She’s not wearing panties.

“I need you inside me. NOW,” she whispers, running her tongue along the back of my ear.

Grabbing me by the wrist again, she pulls me around the DJ booth to a nondescript door, opening it and shoving me inside. It’s a storage closet that’s empty, save for a waist-high stack of boxes, some cans of paint, and a dimming lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.

I scoop her up and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. In one motion, I lurch forward and slam her back against the door to close it, pinning her tight while I suck and bite and drool all over her collarbones and neck. She braids her hands around my head as I rip both sets of straps down her shoulders to get at her sweaty chest. I work her black lace bra down with my teeth far enough to expose the very tops of her nipples, which I taste and drench with my tongue before greedily gnawing on them.

I hear and feel her moaning, her hips slamming on my belt buckle as I chew on her heaving tits. She drops her feet to the floor. I unbutton the shorts that got me into this situation and peel them off her like shrinkwrap. They’re soaked, from both sweat and the juices that started seeping out of her seconds after we met.

I undo my pants and drop them, free my insanely throbbing cock and immediately move to ram myself inside her, but she stops me. Without saying a word, she walks over to the stack of boxes, rests her elbows on top and kicks her legs out in a V. The DJ’s just put on “Play,” and we can hear it, slightly muffled, through the walls. She starts twerking hard, perfectly on beat, giving me a peek of her swollen pink pussy with every slutty jiggle. She looks back over her shoulder again.

“Fuck me as hard as you fucking can.”

Two steps across the room, pants and boxers still bunched at my ankles, and I’m there. Usually I start slow, but that’s not what she requested. She shrieks as I plunge every last rock-hard inch of me inside her, gripping her sharp hip bones as I rail her from behind.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it. HARDER,” she ekes out between labored breaths. I bunch up her long, drenched hair in my fist and yank her head back, pushing my other hand down on the small of her back to give myself some leverage. I’ve got an amazing angle now, so I speed up to as fast as I can possibly go. The sound of our skin slapping sounds like whip cracks, and I feel her legs start to quiver. I pound her dripping pussy with every last ounce of force I’ve got, craving her hot cum all over my raw cock.

Seconds later, her body violently trembles and contorts, her pussy lips constricting as she lets out an unbelievably carnal scream. “I know what you fucking want,” she states right after, without turning around. The DJ’s just cued up “Act Right,” and she seamlessly transitions back into dance mode, except this time she working her ass to the music with my primed cock buried all the way inside her. The filthy moves that first got my attention have a new purpose now: coaxing her thick, hot reward out of my aching balls.

“Cum inside me. Fill me up all the way,” she commands over her shoulder, locking her eyes into mine as she braces against the boxes and throws her entire body into it, pumping my cock to the bass while I stand and watch her work. “Fucking GIVE it to me.”

A satisfied smile spread across her wet, reddened face as she feels my first burst, and I instinctively lean all my weight on her as I pump every single drop of an enormous, head-spinning load inside her, grunting and panting. I pull out, dizzy euphoric, but she doesn’t move a muscle.

“I know you want to see,” she declares proudly, and once again she’s right. Still bent over and shaking her ass to the music, I watch as a thick strands of my milky seed slowly roll down the insides of her thighs.

“Mine to keep,” she announces matter-of-factly as she picks up her sopping cutoffs, smearing my still-steaming cum back up her legs as she yanks them back up. Without another word, she casually runs her fingers through her hair, readjusts her bra, turns the doorknob and disappears back into the crowd.

#fantasy #fantasies #my fantasy #fanfic #smut #smutfic #smut fic #lapdanc #dance #dancing #grind #grinding #me #mine #my own #tease #teasing #sexy #sexy writing #my fantasies #club #nightclub #clubbing #grindonme #grind on me #danceparty #sexy thoughts #what i crave #cravings #short shorts

[run-on-lightning]

I found out Bocchi The Rock is on Netflix now, so of course I started rewatching it for the nth time. I dunno if it’s the slight differences in translation or what, but during this rewatch I’ve been noticing a whole lot more just how warm and sweet Bocchi and Nijika’s interactions are.

And come to think of it, if we view the show from Nijika’s perspective... She’s been a fan of Guitar Hero for a while. She watches her videos. She’s subscribed with notifications on. She wishes she could play with Guitar Hero.

Then she meets Bocchi, who despite her crippling social anxiety, steps up again and again whenever the band is in a pinch. She fills in for that first live then stays on as the band’s lead guitar. She brings back Kita-chan and helps facilitate a reconcilliation. When things got so discouraging in their second live that even Nijika’s own optimisim and cheerfulness started to break, Bocchi is the one who helped everyone push through.

And in that same live, Nijika realized that Bocchi and Guitar Hero is the same person. Her wish to play music with Guitar Hero had not only just come true, but it has been a part of her everyday life for months.

Bocchi has already made one of Nijika’s dreams happen, so it isn’t too farfetched that together, with the whole Kessoku Band, their bigger dreams are within reach.

#bocchi the rock #hitori gotoh #nijika ijichi #i stopped watching at ep 9 tho because i'm getting sleepy #the slight differences in translation are very interesting #i still can't get over kita wanting to be ryou's daughter line lol #and the ki ni shinai = hakuna matata #my own #delonix makes stuff

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

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#tumblrtop10 #there was no year in review this year and I feel CHEATED lol #my own #year in review #take that tumblr! :P

[alicent-archive]

This will never fail to make me laugh; Alicent was experiencing quite possibly the worst night of her life, Rhaenyra didn't gaf about the deadly lasers being sent her way, and Laenor in the back was going hard for absolutely no reason.

#her eye twitch #Emily Carey that actor that you are #Alicent had clocked in to her shift at the “killing myself” building #hotd #house of the dragon #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #emily carey #milly alcock #queen alicent #my own

[gloomandsorrow]

They don't know

Nobody knows how bad things really are for me. How my walls are getting higher and thicker. How I am getting quieter. How I don't even try to get help anymore somehow. No matter in which form. But when people ask me about it, I just say everything is ok. I am OK.

#thoughts #overthinking #tired #too many thoughts #feelings #life #writing #my own

[a-bit-too-much-of-a-zelda-fan]

Guys I found the best animation in Pokémon SV

#my own #offtheme #Pokémon #pokémon scarlet and violet #dachsbun

[the-last-tsar]

"In 1799, three years after her failed betrothal with the King of Sweden, another marital project originated for Alexandra. Previously in 1798, Dukes Ferdinand Augustus and Alexander Frederick of Württemberg who were the brothers of the Empress Maria Feodorovna, arrived in St. Petersburg to serve in the Russian army. They expressed the interest of Austria to join with Russia in a coalition against the rising power of the French Republic and Napoleon, and to cement this alliance, it was decided to arrange a marriage between Alexandra and Archduke Joseph of Austria, Palatine (Governor) of Hungary and a younger brother of Francis II, Holy Roman Emperor. Archduke Joseph personally came to Russia to see his bride. The meeting between them was successful. In mid-February 1799 the betrothal ball was held. Later, a marriage contract was signed in which Alexandra would be allowed to kept her Russian Orthodox faith. In October, Count Fyodor Rostopchin wrote:

"Believe me, that's not good started to strengthen the alliance with the Austrian court by ties of blood... Of all the sisters she will be given the least successful marriage. She will have nothing to wait for, and her children even more so."

On 25 September 1799, a decree was published about the royal title of Alexandra. In Russia, she was referred to as "Her Imperial Highness Grand Duchess the Archduchess of Austria" with the French prefix of "Palatine d'Hongrie". The wedding took place on 30 October 1799 at Gatchina Palace, one week after the wedding of her sister Elena. To celebrate both events, poet Gavrila Derzhavin wrote the ode "the wedding celebrations of 1799". On 21 November the couple went to Austria. Countess Varvara Golovina remembered that Alexandra was sad to leave Russia, and her father Emperor Paul I "constantly repeated, would not see her since her sacrifice." According to Alexandra's confessor, Andrei Samborski, Alexandra was given a cold reception in Vienna. However, other sources offer a different view. Queen Maria Carolina of Naples (the Emperor's mother-in-law) and her daughters arrived in Vienna in August 1800 for a long stay. Maria Carolina's daughter, Princess Maria Amalia of Naples, wrote in her journal that on 15 August the Queen and her daughters were introduced to Alexandra, whom she described as "very beautiful". Maria Amalia and Alexandra became friends during this time; and the Princess of Naples wrote in her journal that the Russian Grand Duchess and her husband had a friendly relationship with the rest of the imperial family and took part in the family gatherings, parties and balls in Vienna, which contrasts with the version given by Andrei Samborski. For instance, in January 1801, Maria Amalia wrote in her journal that the imperial family used to attend balls in Archduke Joseph's residence in Vienna, where "beautiful Alexandra, always serious and sad, has a magnificent household." When she was presented to Emperor Francis II, she reminded him of his first wife Elisabeth of Württemberg, who was her maternal aunt; this caused the jealousy of Empress Maria Theresa, Francis II's second wife, who also was envious of Alexandra's beauty and fine jewelry. Imperial confessor Andrew Samborski wrote:

"Remembering the happy cohabitation with her led him (the Emperor) in extreme confusion of mind which afflicted the heart of the Empress, his present wife. After this, she became in the innocent victim of the Empress' implacable vengeance...The Empress not forgotten and humiliated her parents and siblings when she called them a family of freaks, due to the treatment that Grand Duke Constantine gave to his wife."

Once, Alexandra turned up to a ball beautifully dressed, with magnificent jewellery. The Empress was incensed at being upstaged by the Archduchess, and ordered her to remove her jewellery, and also told her that she could no longer wear them. Heeding her instructions, Alexandra only decorated her hair with flowers when she attended a play some time later. The flowers highlighted her beauty, leading her to be applauded and being given a standing ovation, making Maria Theresa even more furious. Archduke Joseph could not protect his wife from these attacks. Furthermore, her Eastern Orthodox faith aroused the hostility of the Roman Catholic Austrian court, who urged her to convert. Pavlovna was popular among Hungarians, both the nobles and the commoners. According to the legend, it was her suggestion to add the color green as the third color to the flag of Hungary. Hungarians had been using red and silver, then red and green as their national colors for centuries at the time. However, in the late 18th century, a third color was proposed to be added to the flag, to follow the style of the French tricolor. Pavlovna suggested green as a symbol for hope. By the mid-19th century, the red-white-green Hungarian tricolor became widespread.

Wikipedia of Grand Duchess Alexandra Pavlovna.

#grand duchess alexandra pavlovna #more romanovs #facts #grand duchess #my own

[theinheriteddutchess]

Something i thought of while seeing this

Thanks to all the lovely fans keeping fandoms going.

But also, *thanks* (sarcastically) for keeping me up late at night.

(This is the first thing I made, it probably sucks 😄)

#fandom #ghosted #chris evans #sebastian stan #memes #my own

[koschei-the-ginger]

I've literally just started watching the x files and I have 2 questions 1) why does Mulder speak like he has the theme song contantly playing on repeat in his head and barely hears the world around him and 2) whyyyyy is he always touching Scully. Not in a creepy or obvious way, but whenever they're standing next to each other, he doesn't miss the opportunity to lightly touch her back or her elbow or her shoulder. Does she not notice? What are the other characters supposed to be thinking about this constantly happening right in front of them?

#me for years: one day i will watch the x files and become really annoying about it #and then i did #my own #the x files