kalagang character development


end of season one: i am a monster, i would rather you marry a man you don’t love than risk being with me

end of season two: i literally don’t care about anything else let’s run away together you are the only thing i think about


end of season one: i love you but i’m afraid of the consequences if i do not go through with the wedding to this man my family wants for me

end of season two: i will literally leave my entire country to go somewhere we can be together safely, fuck my indecisiveness.

Objection (3)

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Part 3 of an ongoing mini series.
Themes= 🎭 😖 😊

Summary: Are you willing to object so you can have Baekhyun, or will you forever hold your peace?

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader and Mian (fictional character).
Word count: 1,758

Part 1 Part 2  Part 4

You frowned as you stared at his tear stained face. What was he talking about?

“What are you saying Baekhyun?” Your heart was thumping so loudly against your chest it felt like it would burst through any moment.

“Are you an idiot or what? I was staring at you for so long, you wanted to object so why didn’t you? Why didn’t you fucking do it? You really wanted me to walk off with her into the sunset, you really wanted to hurt forever?” His voice was rough, and his new tone made you feel sick. Never had Baekhyun been like this with you, he was always so calm, so gentle. But not now. His eyes were large as they stared at you intently, you saw tears gathering at his water line which dropped instantly as he blinked his eyes. He let out a little laugh of disbelief as he turned his head away from you but then turned back around to look at you again. “I just—gosh I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you! You were really just going to let that happen were you?”

“Byun Baekhyun, what are you talking about!?” You shouted unable to contain your anger.

“You’ve wanted me for a very long time and you were prepared to let that all crash in front of you. You were about to let me make the biggest mistake of my life!” Baekhyun’s voice was an octave higher than what it was usually, his voice was strained, and you could see the veins popping out of his neck. “I was waiting for you to do it. I wanted you to object.”

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agentkatie  asked:

"Candles" micro-prompt for your dance AU? :)

RETURN OF FLUFF!!! :D I am so excited, I can’t even tell you :D This was a delightful prompt and I thank you. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D

Pairing: Cullen/Ellana Lavellan (Modern AU/dance!fic)

Prompt: Candles

It had been a long day at the orphanage and Ellana was ready to put on pajamas, flop on the couch, and catch up on the latest episode of yet another dance competition show she had found. She stepped up to her apartment door, reached into her purse for the keys, and stuffed them clumsily into the lock. Gears churned slowly and the latch released, letting her inside

Some lights were already on and she stopped to look around, confused.

Having heard her walk through the front door, Cullen peeked around the corner.

“You’re home! Good,” he said and stepped towards her. He was wearing her excessively ruffled apron and it looked ridiculously small on him. “I made dinner.”

Without another word, he took her hand and lead her toward the living room where her coffee table was set for two, complete with wine glasses and a single scented candle. The label proudly read Redwood Forest and the scent made her incredibly homesick for Wycome.

“I made stir fry and crab wontons. Your favorite,” he continued, while pushing her lightly onto the couch.

Ellana sat there, completely shocked into silence for several moments.

“What’s the occasion?” she asked, her voice cracking.

Cullen sat down next to her and wove his hand around her waist; it was warm and comforting.

“No occasion,” he said with a soft smile. “Your text messages told me you were having a bad day so I wanted to do something to change that.”

All she could do was stare at him, disbelieving.

“How was I able to get the best man in all of Thedas?” she asked, her eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears.

He leaned over and gently kissed her temple. It was sweet, and simple, and it completely unmade her.

“You let me step on your feet, love,” he whispered against her cheek.

She grinned at him through tears. Perhaps her day would turn out alright after all.

anonymous asked:

I used to think I was such an awful person because I would only consider marrying a man if he was rich when in reality I'm a huge mcfreakin lesbian and that was the only value I saw in men

me too i wanted one of those relationships where he was rich and married me like as friends and i just got to like fuckin lounge around the house all day and he was never home because he was always working or something

turns out i too and a huge mcfreaking lesbian

My Girls

Your Boys: part two

Pairing (characters): Castiel x Reader, Sam, Dean

Summary: You and Castiel reveal to the boys the name you chose for your daughter. Sam and Dean can’t help but dote on the little girl. 

Word Count: 835

Warnings: Daddy!Castiel, mentions of labor(nothing graphic), Uncle!Dean, Uncle!Sam, grumpy Dean, mentions of dead characters, pure fluff

A/N: I finally got some inspiration to write a follow up to my first fic that I ever posted here. If you haven’t read Your Boys you should. Also, the picture is not mine. 

Your Boys

  “All right boys, false alarm.” You yelled through the open door of your bedroom.

  The dark-haired angel moved into the doorway of your shared room when he heard you yell. “Wait, I thought you were in labor.”

  “I guess not. The pain is gone now. Maybe a little bit of gas.” You smiled at your now husband. “I’m sorry. I thought we were ready.”

 Suddenly you saw Dean standing in the door way. One pant leg on and the other dragging behind him. “So, she’s not coming?” he grumbled.

 “Sorry Dean, no. She’s not ready yet.” You looked over at the disgruntled man while rubbing your swollen belly.

 “I’m going back to bed.” You felt horrible for waking everyone with false labor. At least you all were somewhat prepared.

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Love at First Video Chapter 41: Wedding March

Misha Collins x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Thank you for letting us be a part of your wedding.” Brianna said, coming over and pulling you into a hug, careful not to mess up your hair. Kim was next, and then Ruth. Each one was sweet as can be, not commenting on the strange circumstances.

Gently touching your dress, Ruth turned to you with a smile. “This looks beautiful. I bet Misha can’t wait to see you in it.”

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Why #Sanvers matters to me.

I’m going to start from the beginning (I promise I’ll try not to make this too long ). To put things in prospective: I am an only child who lives with my mom as my father is no longer in the picture, and therefore my mom and i are really close as its just us. So when I first came out to my mom, or rather fell out of the closet over a very awkward phone call (as I was away at college [also not the way I pictured it happening]) , it was just before Supergirl season 2 aired. Thankfully my mom took the news well, and when I got home over break she sat me down to talk about it more as I didn’t feel comfortable doing everything over the phone. She was great and it took her some time to get to grips with the fact that her daughter was gay. Now moving on to Supergirl, Season 2 aired the week I got home, therefore when maggie was introduced 3 weeks later saying that she was gay it was something that made me so excited. I remember watching supergirl with my mom every week so why should this week be any different? As the weeks went on and we continued watching supergirl, watching sanvers be born I grew more and more excited. My mom noticed how happy I would get when I would see sanvers interacting. Alex’s story and her coming out was at the perfect time for what was going on in my own life. Things that I hadn’t been able to say outloud or things I had just forgotten about where coming to life right in front of me, and my mom sitting there beside me held my hand during that scene where Alex came out to Kara. It was the first time I felt fully accepted by her, I knew she was ok with everything but I could tell she was still confused and hanging onto hope that I would still eventually marry a man. But that day everything changed. She starting talking about it more and instead of using gender neutral words when referring to my future partner she started saying girlfriend or “you know when you get married, your wife…?”. Her opening the communication like that made it easier for me to feel comfortable speaking freely about myself and my sexuality and I came out to all my friends at home as everyone at college knew the first day I got there (Lols I just couldn’t keep it in, I also made friends with a bunch of LGBT+ people so didn’t feel the need to hide) . Sanvers has helped me so much, my mom has even said how thankful she is for watching the storyline as it helped her come to terms with everything (she has never been a homophobic person as such she just never really knew much about LGBT+ issues.) I don’t want to watch this weeks episode of supergirl. I really don’t. I don’t want to have to see two characters that have helped me so much be in pain. Their relationship although fictional has helped me and so many others, and to see them break up is most likely going to break me. They gave me a voice when I was too afraid to speak and now I am so much happier in my skin, I feel confident with who I am. So I really hope Flo comes back, and I hope this is not the end of sanvers.

My father had a bad temper.
I swore to myself I would never marry a man that would get so mad his heartbeat would be pounding and so would his fist.
So I should’ve known when all the blood rushed to your face and your veins became more prominent.
But I couldn’t see this, I was blinded by my love for you.
—  v.m

I feel like I’m seeing a lot of criticism at the moment about how romione wouldn’t work because they aren’t ‘intellectually compatible’. I just want to discuss this idea of having to be ‘intellectually compatible’ in a relationship for a moment.

I’m going to make an assumption and I might be wrong but I feel like a lot of people who make this argument must have never been in a real relationship before. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about high school flings like Ron/Lavender and Hermione/Viktor, I’m talking about real deep connections with your other half.

The reason I say this is because anyone who has been in a real relationship will know that you can’t have that kind of deep connection through intellectual connection alone.

Okay so when I was younger I always said to my mum 'I’m never dating a boy who likes football’. I deeply hate sports and everything they stand for always have always will. I also said I would marry a man who loves reading. Guess what? My fiancé is the biggest football fan I know, and he never reads. He probably hasn’t read a book for fun in about ten years. Why am I marrying him you ask? Because I realised through dating him that it doesn’t matter that he loves football and hates reading, because that’s not why you love a person. I love him because he’s so kind, and thoughtful and yeah he might not always say or do the right thing, but he always tries to. I realised that his amazing strength as a person despite how much he has been through and his ability to put everyone else first nearly always is much more attractive to me than if he loved reading or hated sports.

When I told my mum that I would marry a boy who hated football, she laughed. You know why? Because she already knew that you don’t fall in love with someone’s interests, you fall in love with their character.

P.s. in case you don’t think we will work long term my mum has a double honours degree and my dad only has two O-Levels (basically two OWLs in Harry Potter terms) and they have now been married for 26 years.

The Right Way - Star Wars

Poe Dameron #4 “I have no memory of that,” if you please! Romantic as well, I would love to marry this man

#4: “I have no memory of that”

AN: Part of my mini-shot event. You can find the info and prompt list here

Mini-Shot requests will be taken until Midnight (MST) tonight (April 16th).

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anonymous asked:

I could use some 'dealing with parents advice'. Hello I am an older asexual, 27, and I've been having a bit of trouble with my mom. I'm fully out as asexual in my family and have been since I was 19. It's always been one of those 'don't talk about it/don't mention it' kind of things. My mom doesn't like to be reminded of it and the trade off for me not mentioning it is that she doesn't ask me if I'm dating. It's not ideal but it's worked decently. 1/4

Only I’m now thinking about and in the process of starting to become a foster parent and actively pursuing adoption. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and planned on doing but it’s…put a very large strain on my relationship with my mom. She finally broke the other day and called me crying, telling me how disappointed she is in me and how this was never the life she wanted for me. That, if it was up to her, I would be getting married to some man and having kids with him. 2/4

I wasn’t exactly sure how to handle the situation and I could only really mention that I was still open to artificial insemination if she really wanted a biological grandkid (it an option I’m still happily open to for other reasons besides that of course but I thought it might comfort her) which sadly only seemed to make things worse, because apparently that wasn’t the ‘point’. ¾

I’m at a loss at what to do now. The whole situation has been making my mother far more angry and upset and I don’t know if I should put a halt on me becoming a foster parent until its all sorted out or if it’s time to start cutting ties. I want my mom to be involved in my life and I’ve tried to be as understanding and kind to her about everything regarding my sexuality but if it’s going to prevent me from becoming a parent myself I don’t know if I want to keep trying to be civil about it. 4/4

Well, you presented your mom with several options that you felt comfortable with, but she obviously was trying to convince you to go her route and only her route. That’s a very aggressive situation, and I don’t blame you for feeling very frustrated.

I can’t claim to guess what your mother is thinking, but if she doesn’t want you to be a foster parent or deliver offspring through artificial insemination, then she must be thinking about the poster scenario of ‘man, woman, 2.5 children’. As far as families go, that’s only one limited option out of many happy, healthy lifestyles.

Regardless of her feelings about you not finding a partner to sire offspring, that’s no reason for her to be ‘disappointed’. Disappointed in what? Being a woman who doesn’t marry a man? Being a woman who doesn’t deliver children by her husband? Being someone who fits the image of heteronormality?

There’s no way she can justify that sort of behavior. I can’t offer any quick fix to your situation, but you should take some time to circle through our ‘positive’ tag, where we do have some stories submitted by ace parents - some single, some not. Perhaps it’s not about changing your mother’s feelings, but giving you the confidence to pursue your own life.

- Fae 

Chapter Two

According to most statistics, more people die every year from car accidents than they do in a plane crash. Truthfully, planes are considered three times safer than cars, with 20 average flying accidents compared to the extreme number of 5 million car deaths that happen on average in a year. 

Based on research, the 5 common causes of plane crashes range from mechanical failure to sabotage and weather, with pilot error being the number one reason.

When you think about it really, pilots are responsible for a lot when it comes to flying planes. They have to navigate dangerous weather, respond quickly and efficiently to out-of-the-blue mechanical issues and execute takeoff and landing safely.

I’d never once dreamed about being a pilot but I’d always thought that they had one of the riskiest jobs out there. It must be terrifying, sitting in the cockpit. To know all that cargo is in your hands. To be responsible for the safe delivery of hundreds of human lives, to know that one wrong decision on your part could result in the loss someone’s mother or brother or spouse.

Or a country’s beloved monarch.

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