Some of the most iconic quotes from Ragnarok

You’re lucky i have really good memory.

-”Now you might be wondering, why i, Thor the god of thunder ended up here” 

-”Hold on, let me just circle back around- i thought we were really connecting just then” 

-”BEHOLD- my stuff”

-”I named this one Des and this one Troy. Together they are destroy” 

-*upon seeing Loki’s statue* “what the-” 

-”Hello Father.” “Oh shit”

-”I present Thor, prince of-” “No no no, you had one job.” 

-”I swear i left him right here” “Right here on the sidewalk or in that nursing home that’s being demolished?

-”I don’t know, i’m not a witch” “No? Why do you dress like one then?” 

-”I can’t believe you’re alive, i saw you die, i mourned for you!” “Im honored?” 


-”you think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t you think for a second you second rate-” 

-”Kneel” “I beg your pardon?” 

-”she’s the, It starts with a b” “trash” 

-”I don’t see thunder, but i do see sparkles!” 

-”Oh do you know each other?” “I’ve never met this man in my life” 

-”He’s my brother!” “Adopted.” 

-”aw now he’s threatening me” 


-*being dragged away* “AGH LOKI”

-”It sounds like you had a very intimate relationship with your hammer, so much that losing it was comparable to losing a loved one” “that’s a nice way of putting it” 


-”Oh and Loki, Loki’s alive! Loki, look who it is!” “I have to get off this planet” 

-”YES, THAT’S HOW IT FEELS!” “Sorry i’m just a fan of the sport” 

-”What’s the team called?” “the uh.. revengers” 

-”i want revenge, you want revenge, and you uh..” “I’m.. undecided” 

-”Surprise!” “OW!” 


-”THE SUNS GETTING LOW THE SUNS GETTING LOW” “Would you stop that?!” -”You’ve been on other planets before!” “yeah! one!” “Well, now it’s two”

-”wait you’re just using me to get to the hulk. That’s gross” 

-”Just give me twelve hours” “i can do it in 2″ “…I can do it in one” 

-”Were going through there” “the devils anus?” 

-”We might as well be strangers now, two sons of the crown set adrift” “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “…Heres the thing” 

-”Loki, i thought the world of you, but lets face it, our paths diverged a long time ago”

-*holding back tears* “yeah, maybe it’s for the best if we never see each other again”  

-”Hey, lets do get help” “what?” “Get help” “No, that’s humiliating” 

-”Do you have any other ideas?” “No” “were doing it.” 

-”Help my brother’s dying, get help!” *Flings loki at enemies* “HELP HIM” 

-”It’s a luxury ship, like for orgies and stuff” “did she just say this ship was used for orgies” “yeah, don’t touch anything” 


-”This looks like a gun” *fireworks and loud music erupt from spaceship* 

-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus” 

-”You know i don’t like that word” “What? mainframe?” “What? why would you think-? Slaves!” “Oh sorry sir, prisoners with jobs” 


-”But man, you’re really the worst” 

-”Who are you? Thor, god of hammers?” 

-”I saw you coming” “Of course you did” 

-”You’re late” 

-”Hit her with your thunder!” “I just hit her with the biggest thunder bolt in the history of thunder and it didn’t do anything!” 


-”Asgard is not a place, it’s a people” 

-”Oh Miek’s dead, i stomped on him and felt bad so i’ve kind of just been holding him all day”  

-”It suits you” “I might hug you if you were here” “I’m here” 

-”Do you think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?” “Of course, the people there love me!” “…Do you think its a good idea to bring ME back to earth?” 

anonymous asked:

can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!


but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:

1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):

ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL 

first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013

before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs

ok i need to chill, but theres more:

like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical

^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:

but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:


this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment

in summary:

  • yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
  •  yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
  • the two really do care about each other a lot though and it’s really heart warming to see. also yoongi had jimin rap on his Tony Montana stage and it was everything

there’s tons more but for the sake of room lets move on

2. TAEKOOK (Taehyung/Jungkook)

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One of the most bizarre lines I see antis use is that if fans depict the characters being mad at each other, a ship must be bad. I’ve seen antis argue that if shippers depict two characters bickering a lot, it’s got to be unhealthy. If that’s true, then my two closest friends, both of whom I’ve known for 15 years now, are in an abusive friendship with me, because we bicker and snark like it’s our second language. And believe me, as someone who has been abused and has known abusive people, there is no comparison.

Like…kids. Listen. Fights and getting mad happens in all kinds of close relationships, even healthy ones, and it’s not always the ~quirky misunderstandings~ you see in sitcoms or manga. Disagreement happens. Getting annoyed happens. Getting pissed off happens. No, it’s not healthy to fight a lot, but arguments do happen, even to the best of us. This is especially true if both people are particularly strong-willed - and a lot of people love ships that have two very strong-willed personalities.

An old art teacher of mine once told me that his first screaming match with his wife as a married man was over the colour of a damn coffee cup. She thought it was blue. He thought it was green. They’ve been happily married for 30+ years now. They laugh about it now and tease each other about the cup occasionally. That’s okay, too. Sometimes even the worst arguments are truly ridiculous and you look back on them and laugh or find it endearing. Sometimes, the arguments are serious, but you can still look back on them and smile because you learned more about the other person and your relationship became deeper. 

There’s a serious misunderstanding of what abuse or abusive people look like on this site, and it seems especially rampant in anti circles, who take fairly simple ship tropes and conclude that they’re abusive. It really goes to show just how little they know about the variety and complexity of human relationships. If you look in a ship tag and see character A annoying character B, or both characters glaring or yelling at each other, that doesn’t mean the shippers are romanticising abuse - it means they’re exploring a natural part of any relationship which, when it occurs in that particular ship, happens to interest them. 

If you’ve been abused, it can be incredibly easy to see something negative or rough in a ship and have an immediate gut reaction to it because it reminds you of unhealthy behaviour. I still reflexively flinch if someone raises their voice with me. But it’s important to remember that not every raised voice is an abusive voice; more often than not, it’s just a raised voice, and that’s okay. Similarly, shippers depicting arguments doesn’t mean abuse is being glorified. 

tl;dr, stop reaching

bisexualhermionepond  asked:

Jake Peralta

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (don’t ask how he’s both, he just is, y’all should Understand)
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: the fact that he’s literally more explicitly feminist than 90% of female characters on television (runner up: he actually owns up to his mistakes and apologises, frequently) 
worst quality: man, this boy dumb. he do so much dumb shit. so much. (I love him for it.) 
ship them with: Jake/Amy is the best and purest het ship in existence (though Jake is bi af, fight me)
brotp them with: Gina, Rosa, Charles, Terry, Holt (this is more of a dad one). boy loves his friends, boy is such a good friend, what a good, I love him
needs to stay away from: his dad. and the Vulture who needs to stop slapping his ass (hc: the Vulture is quietly bi too, and therefore needs to leave my boy Alone)
misc. thoughts: honestly I could talk about how fucking wonderful and vaguely revolutionary a protagonist Jake is forever bc like, he could have been the typical immature cis white guy who does a bunch of shitty stuff and gets away with it

and instead he’s a feminist Jewish cinnamon roll who does fuck up on occasion but learns and apologises for being an ass, and is like, the Most Supportive Friend Ever, and he loves his friends so much and he loves his girlfriend so much and respects her so much that he refused to sabotage her dates when he was still too chicken to ask her out because he wasn’t about to fuck up her life and make her choices for her just because he wasn’t brave enough to do anything

like bro he casually called out transphobia in a beloved movie and he punched a homophobe (who had up until that moment been one of his idols) in the face with barely any hesitation despite knowing the repercussions it would have

Jake Peralta is bisexual af and I’ll scream it from the hilltops I love this good pure bi boy

but also on the other hand - FUCK JAKE PERALTA FOR UTTERLY RUINING MY SPEECH PATTERN, I say ‘noice’ and ‘cool cool cool cool’ and other various ridiculous bullshit because of him, I cannot believe the audacity 

Too far

As soon as he walked in, he felt the tension. He had to do something to lighten the mood. He didn’t understand why everyone was anxious in the first place. The mission was a success and all the prisoners decided to join the coalition. “Hey everybody, what’s going on?” Lance asked, plopping down on the couch, “everyone seems down in the dumps.”
He waited for a reply but got nothing in return. He sighed standing up again. “The mission was a success, we added new people to the war against Zarkon. What more can we ask for right now?”
Shiro sighed heavily before offering him a smile. “You’re right Lance,” He said, “today was a win.”
Lance returned his smile. “That’s right! And we have plenty to go!” He cheered, “Planets to save, ladies to meet.”
He gave his signature smirk as the team rolled their eyes with a laugh. “Of course that’s what you’re thinking about.” Allura huffed, “that’s the only thing you think about.”
Lance paused a second before shooting finger guns at her. “Ha ha. Yeah.” He murmured.
“You know at the very least we know one person who won’t be taken by Haggar.” Pidge snorted.
Lance’s arms dropped to his sides, a stunned look on his face. “There isn’t any useful information up there.”
“Hey, wait a min-.”
“Man, remember when you tripped and knocked that alien into the fountain at the space mall?” Hunk laughed, “that was hilarious.”
“You’re always good for comic relief.” Shiro added.
“You mean only good for comic relief.” Keith smirked.
Lance glanced at him, noticing that no one commented on his statement. “Hey! I’m good for other things too!” He yelled.
“Yeah?” Keith asked leaning against the wall, “Like what?”
“I’m the sharpshooter, and I’m good at getting new aliens on our side.” He argued crossing his arms.
“What about the mission today?” Keith argued back, “I didn’t see any sharpshooting out there.”
Lance’s eyebrows furrowed in anger, looking back at the team. They all seemed to be enjoying the show. “Do they think this is funny?” He thought.
“Don’t even get me started on your flying.” He continued, earning a laugh from the couches.
He glanced over at them with a frown. “It has been funny seeing you pilot Blue and then Red.” Allura laughed.
“You can’t even control Red properly.” Keith laughed.
“I told you!” Lance yelled, “Red’s a lot faster than Blue is.”
“She’s too fast for you?” Keith mocked, “maybe you should be piloting something a little slower. Like a cargo ship?”
Lance’s face fell as laughter filled his ears. “Is this what they really think of me?” He thought.
“Man, you really are the worst pilot ever.” Keith laughed, “your mom must be so proud.”
Lance’s arm raised before he even realized, a dull slap echoing throughout the room making everyone go silent. Keith brought a shaky hand up to his cheek already red and pulsing. “Don’t you dare disrespect my mother.” He hissed, his face morphing into rage.
“Eres un maldito bastardo. No puedo creer que haya pensado en ti como una familia.” He spit, spinning on his heel and walking out of the lounge.
Keith looked shocked, as did everyone else in the room. “Keith are you okay?” Shiro asked, finally standing up from the couch.
He nodded slightly. “I’m such an idiot.” He whispered, “I always take things too far.”
“I think we all did.” He replied in a reassuring tone, rubbing Keith’s back.
“I’m going to go apologize to him.” He said, following through the door he left from.
He found him in the kitchen, eating food goo alone. “Lance,” He said cautiously.
“What do you want?” He snapped, glaring at him.
“I’m sorry,” He said quickly, “for what I said earlier.”
Lance stared at him with a heavy frown. “You had every right to slap me, I went too far.” He added, sitting down across from him.
Lance sniffed, staring down at the table. “Do you guys really think so little of me?” His voice wobbled.
“No!” Keith yelled in desperation, “not at all. You always do your best to make sure that everyone is doing well. That’s why you’re so important to us.”
Lance raised a brow at him. “I know it doesn’t seem like we notice, but we do.” Keith added, “maybe it’s about time that that you know that we acknowledge it and are very grateful.”
Lance offered him a smile. “You want to watch a movie or something in the lounge?” He asked, standing up from the table.
“That would be nice.” Keith replied, following him to the doorway.
“And thank you Keith.”

Their Handwriting

Their Handwriting

-Jim’s handwriting is neat, which takes most people by surprise when they see it. What people forget is how intelligent Jim actually is. The man’s a Starfleet Captain, for god’s sake. When he signs off on documents, his signature is comprised of large, loopy letters.

-When Chekov writes in English, it’s essentially chicken scratch. (“I can azzure you Keptain, that iz my name.”) But when he writes in Russian, it’s so unbelievably elegant. This resulted in Uhura and Chekov passing notes on the bridge, all in Russian and none the Captain could decipher.

-Spock’s is, unsurprisingly, neat. It’s almost as if his handwriting has been typed, and Jim has to do a double take every time he sees it. But because he takes such good care with how his letters are shaped, it takes him forever to finish a report.

-Everyone assumed Bones’ handwriting would be worse than Chekov’s. Doctors stereotypically wrote letters as scribbles, so it came as a surprise to see the good doctor had average handwriting. Not too neat, not too messy. (“Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor, not a calligraphist.”)

-Scotty, hands down, has the worst handwriting on the ship. Arguably the whole galaxy. It was tiny, and mixing it with the old Scottish phrases he constantly used made anything he wrote illegible. Sometimes, when people asked what he meant when he wrote certain calculations, he’d have to do the math again because even he couldn’t understand what he wrote.

-Uhura has to be able to write complicated alien letters and have other people understand them, so no one was amazed by her almost Spock-level handwriting.

-Probably the most surprising was Sulu’s. It’s awful. Everyone assumed that because he was such a neat and organized man, his handwriting would be the same. Instead, it was large and sloppy. (“I’m just not used to writing with a pencil, sir.” “Oh come on.”) His handwriting was somewhere between Bones’ and Chekov’s, although when he was rushed it happened to become eerily similar to the curly haired Russian’s.

(Fic) Lovesick Idiots

My first boyxboy one-shot! :D I hope you enjoy! It didn’t turn out as good as I hoped, but oh well. 

Tag list: @tiny-mudkip @romananalogicality @the-sun-shines-bright @pattonpending @edgeworthsnoodle @lovely-chaotic-goddess @aph-curls-n-dimples @the-babysitter @sunnyside12pershon @xix-leiloves-xix @cup-of-blue

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, YouTube, Thomas Sanders

Warnings: Jealousy, pining, crying, Lo is confused about his feelings, and overall angst. Don’t worry, the fluff will come. 

Ship(s): Romantic Logince and implied Romantic Moxiety

Logan didn’t like feelings. For the logical side, they were unnecessary to solve many problems and come up with solutions for many of life’s basic functions. So, he would avoid them, push them down and bottle them up until eventually, he became a dull, emotionless man. At least, that’s how the others saw it. In reality, Logan’s feelings were stronger and more harshly felt than the others, and all because he kept them hidden. The worst feelings of all were the ones he felt around Roman. 

All the fanciful trait had to do was look at the bespectacled man and he felt as if he were melting. Heat would rise to his cheeks and creep slowly up his neck, turning his face red. His stomach would toss and churn, and sometimes it felt as if a thousand tiny insects were fluttering around in there. Whenever Logic received a smile or was at the butt of the other trait’s lighthearted and well-meaning jokes his heart would beat faster in his chest and his throat would suddenly close, and he would have to give his all to choke out a reply. Logan was confused, because these sorts of things should have scared him, terrified him even. But, he always felt oddly happy whenever these things happened to him. And once again, it was ONLY with Roman, and he didn’t know what that would mean. Logan had become worried that since he bottled up his emotions so often, his brain could no longer tell the difference between positive and negative emotions. So, to end his confusion and help him sort out his feelings, Logan decided to consult with the very embodiment of Thomas’ emotions. 

“Hmm…I see what you mean, kiddo. Feelings like that can be pretty scary if you don’t know what they mean,” Patton said, tapping his chin thoughtfully and looking at his friend over his glasses, eyes sparkling with amusement. Logan bit his lip, fidgeting with the end of his tie nervously and casting his eyes down. 

“Just tell me what they mean, Pat. I-I…I’m so confused. Is there something wrong with me?” Logic murmured, and Morality’s eyes softened at how helpless the other trait sounded. Getting up from the armchair he was sitting in, Patton walked over and plopped on the couch next to Logan, taking his hands in his and squeezing them reassuringly. Logan glanced up and let out an offended gasp when he saw that Patton was resisting the urge to giggle, his lips pursed and his eyes shining. Patton burst out laughing and wrapped his arms around Logan, his shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter.

“I-I’m sorry, you’re just so adorable! I can’t believe you haven’t realized it yet!” Morality giggled, letting go of Logic and hugging his knees to his chest. 

“Don’t realize what?!” Logan practically shrieked, his eyes welling up with tears of frustration. Ugh, too many feelings!

“You’re in love with Princey,” Patton said, his voice softer, smiling gently at Logan and fighting off the last of his giggles. Logan froze, blinking, and shook his head. In love…? Why would he be in love with Roman? Sure, Logan had a lot of respect for him. He was confident in his abilities as Thomas’ creative side, he could always make Logan smile when he was having a bad day, he acted like an egotistical jerk but was really one of the sweetest people Logan had ever had the pleasure to meet, he had a regal air about him that demanded respect even though he never really asked for it, Logan was one of the few people Roman ever opened up to about his negative feelings, he had a phenomenal singing voice, he was so very handsome in a way none of them could ever dream to be, everything about his just seemed to be so effortless and perfect, he always made Logan feel like he was important and needed and-


“Oh no… No, no, no, no, no,” Logan whispered, clenching his fists and closing his eyes, taking in a shaky breath and closing his eyes. “H-He…I can’t be. Th-That’s impossible! I’m not meant to feel those sorts of things. I can’t!” Logan insisted, opening his eyes and glaring at Patton ferociously. Morality simply smiled and pulled Logan into a hug, ignoring the way he stiffened and gently rubbed his back. 

“Of course you can, Logan. We’re all human. Well, part of one, but that doesn’t really matter,” Patton said with a soft chuckle as he ran his fingers gently through Logan’s hair in an attempt to soothe him. Logan shivered slightly but didn’t stop him, resting his head on his shoulder and sighing deeply. Patton was right. Love…love was the only explanation. But he could not, and would not reveal his feelings to Roman. The creative side needed someone like his own self, like Virgil or Patton, not an emotionless, love-deprived freak like him. 

“Whoa, hey kiddo, that’s not true! You are not a freak!” Patton protested. Oops. Looks like he’d said that out loud. Logan quietly thanked Patton for his time, gently pushing him away and going up the stairs to his room, saying something about getting some work done. All of the bottle up anger, sadness, and frustration began to bubble up and Logan had to clamp a hand over his mouth so Morality wouldn’t hear him sobbing. Patton watched after his friend with concerned eyes and sighed, getting up off the couch and storming off angrily to find Roman.

“I told you that you should have told him sooner!” Patton snapped, standing in front of the tv with his hands on his hips, glaring at Roman where he cowered on the couch next to Virgil, who looked both concerned and slightly amused at the conversation commencing before him. Roman swallowed and looked up at the dad character with a sheepish smile, shrugging his shoulders and sighing.

“Well, how was I supposed to know Logan felt the same? I was scared of rejection, Patton! That is all!” Princey said in a pathetic attempt to defend himself. Patton’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed Roman by his sash, pulling him off of the couch and dragging him up the stairs. Princey yelped and stumbled after Morality, not wanting to trip over his own feet and look like a complete idiot. Anxiety smirked and waved at the two traits as they disappeared up the stairs. Patton didn’t stop dragging Roman until they had reached the navy blue door that would open up into Logan’s room.

“You better get in there and fix everything before it’s too late,” Patton hissed, giving Roman the evil eye before smiling again and skipping through the hall and down the stairs. Princey swallowed hard and stared at the door, unsure of what to do. Part of him wanted to believe that what Patton had said was true. Logan was in love with him and just didn’t know how to handle his feelings, which is why he had been acting so strange and avoiding Roman at all costs. But, a part of him knew that Logan just despised his every-present confidence and egotistical attitude. He was stupid and needy, and Logan finally gotten sick of it and decided to stay away. Roman knew Logan probably had a thing for Patton, not him. After all, Patton actually showed Logan that he cared about him. Logan was so perfect, so amazingly intelligent and he didn’t even have to try. He was calm, collected, and really never had a bad word to say about anyone. He was kind, in his own special way. Roman just…wasn’t.Princey’s eyes pricked with tears and he almost turned away when he heard a soft whimper come from behind Logan’s door, followed by quiet sobs. Not even bothering to knock, Roman gripped the door handle and slowly opened the door.

“Logan? Lo, are you alright?” Roman asked quietly. Logan sat bolt upright in his bed, revealing his tear stained face and quivering lips. His eyes widened when he saw Princey standing in the doorway and he quickly tried to wipe his eyes, but tears just kept streaming down his face. Logic let out a frustrated sob and collapsed back on the bed, his shoulders shaking his his fists clenched around clumps of the blanket beneath him. Roman gasped and quickly knelt at Logan’s bedside, resting a hand on the back of his head.

“Lo, look at me. Please look at me. Look at me, sweetheart,” Roman pleaded, the nickname slipping out before he could stop himself. Logan just sobbed harder and shook his head, batting Roman’s hand off of him and curling up in a ball, his back facing the creative side. Princey’s eyes started to fill with tears and he sat on the edge of Logic’s bed, leaning down and cupping the other trait’s head in his hands. He turned Logan’s head to face him and wiped away the tears on his cheeks, his face twisting in a grimace as Logan kept his eyes clenched shut and his body rigid as more tears managed to squeeze through his close eyes. 

“Logan, please don’t cry,” Roman whispered.

“How can I not? As soon as I stop, you will leave me, your job of comforting me over. Then I’ll be alone. Just the thought upsets me,” Logan murmured, his voice hoarse and cracking, and Roman’s heart clenched and he shook his head, gently caressing Logan’s cheek with his thumb. 

“No. I will never leave as long as you want me here. I lo- l care about you,” Roman replied steadily. Logan cracked open one eye and glared up at the other trait, shifting slightly so he was on lying on his back. Roman’s mouth twitched slightly into a smile when he saw that Logan had stopped crying and was giving him a look of annoyance. It immediately faded when he saw the fear, and the pure agony of one so deprived of love they didn’t know what it felt like anymore.

“You…don’t believe me?” Roman asked breathlessly. He could feel tears coming again. 

“No. I do not believe you. There is nothing to love about me. I’m an emotionless freak that has nothing better to do with his time than correct everyone and make them all miserable,” Logan said dejectedly. Roman’s hands trembled and he tried to say more, but the words caught in his throat. Logan sighed and was about to turn back to face the wall when Roman lurched forward and grabbed him by his necktie, yanking him upwards and crashing his lips into his. Logan froze, his eyes wide open as a sudden rush of energy flowed through his body. His heart started to rapidly beat and he felt more tears, but this time he was glad for them to come, because they were tears of joy. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Roman’s waist, pulling him closer and returning the passion-filled kiss. 

Roman trembled as Logan returned his kiss with just as much fire as he, unable to keep himself from crying silently as arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, welcoming his love and the contact and everything in between. It truly felt magical, like a kiss described in fairytales. There were no wedding bells or fireworks, only the feel of Logan’s hands and lips that were his, all his to kiss and to hold forever and ever, and that was enough. The kiss ended sooner than the two would have liked as they separated for air. Logan panted, grinning from ear to ear at the red-faced and flustered royal. He planted a few small kisses on Roman’s cheek and nose before nuzzling into the crook of his neck, barely able to believe that this was happening. 

“I love you, Logan,” Princey whispered, holding Logic close to his chest. And even though the other man never replied, Roman knew that he was loved as well. 

“Geez, it’s about time those two lovesick idiots fessed up!” Virgil said with a small smirk as he peered at the two traits through the door. They were curled up together on Logan’s bed, fast asleep with their legs intertwined and holding each other close. Patton let out a small squeal and did a little victory dance beside the darker trait, who let himself smile slightly. 

“Come on, lets leave them alone. I want some cuddles too,” Patton said, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrist and dragging him off to the common area. Virgil spared one last glance at Logan’s room, his eyes softening. It looked like everyone had finally found their happy ending. 

killerspaceice  asked:

For the character thing what are your thoughts on Lance?

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life 

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: I’ve always liked the way that he’s so confident and nice to is friends?? I know it’s cheesy but literally I’ve always thought that was so cute - plus those legs man

worst quality: Hmm, I mean he didnt listen to hunk that one episode with nyma? That always bugged me - he was more willing to listen to an alien he just met, than Hunk. It’s hunk man c'mon

ship them with: ive gotta say keith for this im cliche

brotp them with: hunk, definitely hunk

needs to stay away from: im gonna go with zarkon here - a: i mean, it’s zarkon, and b: i wouldn’t be surprised if zarkon tried to get into lance’s head physiologically and hurt him

misc. thoughts: literally bby noodle boy, i love him, but he’s so underappreciated within the team h e l p him

CS FF: Just the Beginning

Summary: Emma and Killian decide they don’t want to postpone their wedding and come up with a plan to prevent it from being interrupted by the Black Fairy.  Now they just need to convince David to go along with it.  

Rating: G

Note: So they’ve got one episode for Emma and Killian to decide to get married now and plan this wedding.  I’m hoping for a scene where they decide not to postpone in tomorrow’s episode.  I would love if they came up with this plan and followed through with it.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Just the Beginning: Part 1/1…

Emma stared at the clock on the nightstand.  3:04 a.m.  She had been staring at it for the better part of three hours.  She sighed heavily and flipped to her other side, surprised to meet the gaze of her fiancé.

“Can’t sleep either?” she asked.

Killian nodded. “Aye, not a wink.  Well, I know what’s keeping me up. What about you?”

She gnawed on her lower lip for a long moment.  

“I don’t want to postpone our wedding,” she admitted.

Killian’s eyes widened. “You don’t?”

“No.  Killian, I know my father made some good points, but I don’t want to wait to become your wife. We have already waited long enough and we have had to overcome so much.”

“Your father was right about the timing, Emma.”

“The timing will never be perfect.  There will always be something going on.” She paused, a smile curling her lips.  "A wise pirate once gave me some great advice.“

“Did he now?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“He said there’s always a crisis.  You might want to consider living your life during them or you might miss it.”

“He sounds brilliant.  And devilishly handsome.”

“He is,” Emma said with a giggle.  

Killian’s grin quickly faded.  "But, Emma, I don’t want you to have any regrets on our wedding day.  Your father was right.  I don’t want you to be thinking about the Black Fairy or the final battle on the day we marry.“

Emma smiled and lifted her hand, caressing his cheek.

"I won’t.  I will be focused on one thing and one thing only.  Getting to marry the man I love.  Nothing else will matter.”

“And what if the Black Fairy does try to interrupt?  That is a very real possibility once she gets wind of our wedding plans.  I am going to assume she has no qualms about crashing.”

Emma thought for a long moment and then her eyes lit up.

“She can’t crash something she doesn’t know is happening.”

Killian’s brow furrowed. “Love, how do you expect to keep it hidden when your parents wish to invite the entire town?”

“Oh we’ll still plan and have the big wedding.”

Killian’s brow further wrinkled in confusion.  "I haven’t a bloody clue what you’re proposing, Swan.“

"I’m proposing that prior to having the big, public wedding, we have a small, private, clandestine one.”

Killian arched an eyebrow.  "I do rather enjoy clandestine activities. Go on.“

Emma linked her fingers with his, her engagement ring catching the light of the moon and making her smile.  

"We wanted to get married on the Jolly Roger.  We wanted to get married on the sea.  Well, we still can.”

Killian’s lips turned into a huge smile.  He had dreamt of marrying Emma on the water, as the sun set behind them.  He had spent many lonely days and nights on that ship.  Years wasted by his thirst for vengeance.  But everything changed when Emma made him believe he could care for someone other than himself again.  He turned his ship around and never looked back.  

As much as he loved his ship, it held many terrible memories.  Some of the worst moments in his life had occurred on it.  Moments that had turned him into a man he didn’t recognize.  Emma had helped him find the man he once was, the man he knew he could be.  And now he wanted to replace those terrible memories and awful moments with a new, beautiful memory and the best moment in his very long life.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his fiancée’s forehead.  "I would like nothing more than to marry you on the sea, love. Tell me more.“

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Not so happy reunion (khan x reader)

A/N: Okay, finally this is done! It took me forever to write this and even more to open this up and edit it. But here it is, and just like all of you Trekkies have been asking, more Khan, and even more to come in the future. He needs to get all the attention in the world (I mean, look at this gorgeous man!!!). Because he’s hot as hell. also, tags, @dekahg

You had been on the U.S.S. Enterprise under captain Kirk’s command before. This was not your first time on aboard, but it was your first as a doctor. It was hard to switch your position on board and it took you time and hard work to specialize in medication. As you had been a ward before, part of many previous missions and guarding prisoners, interrogating and fighting. You had seen enough blood, destruction and misery, ending lives by command. Of course you had also saved people, brought peace and safety for different species, but the shady side of your work took the best of you, so you went on the other side. The side where your whole job was concentrated on saving people and making sure they stayed healthy. You thought you could now bury all the past, try to get over the nightmares that haunted you from your old missions, but you knew that since the whole ship knew your previous position, they would use it if needed. You couldn’t blame them. Of course now as a multitalented person you would love to help with anything that needed to be done, but you couldn’t hide the fact that you wished to never encounter a situation as such.

You were glad not to be part of the mission Kirk was sent to as a soldier. John Harrison, a terrorist that had killed so many people, attacked Starfleet Headquarters and ended the life of admiral Pike, and a criminal that admiral Marcus wanted dead. To some it came as a surprise when Kirk announced that they would be only capturing John Harrison instead of killing him as they were ordered to. Your thoughts on this were strict. A person like Harrison had to be killed. As you had many times before faced people like him you knew a man like him wouldn’t change and he would only try getting himself out of this and probably end up getting you all killed. There for it was a blessing you hadn’t been given a gun and an opportunity of ending this man’s life, not even let on the field. If you were lucky enough you wouldn’t need to see this Harrison at all, but you knew your new position wouldn’t save you and give you such luxury.

But putting that aside you were a peaceful girl. You weren’t as bloodthirsty as you seemed like even if you had been a warrior of some sort. You enjoyed every time you got back on Earth. You didn’t have children or a boyfriend nor pets. Your family lived far away so you were usually alone. It didn’t bother you. Sometimes you did think about going out, meet new people and even visit some old ones, but usually you decided against it. Was it because of job or just due laziness you didn’t much spend time outside or being social. Even when on ship you rarely got to know the people on board so you could make friends. You were careful, but not isolated. If you wanted to be outgoing you would do so. Then there was your job again, that made you be away from home for long amount of times. You loved being in space and going for missions even if it was to make peace with another culture and new people. So long story short, you didn’t much miss home or even earth and enjoyed the space and to be occupied with your job.

The ship had come to a stop the day Kirk had left with some of his most trusted alliances to get John Harrison on aboard. You were barely able to contain your excitement, anxiety and worry. Your adrenaline made your heart beat faster even if you weren’t going out with the captain, you could still get the feeling it gave you. People getting ready to leave the ship, weapons being handed to them, double checking the plan. It all made you go back some memories of your previous missions, how you had prepared yourselves and then what had gone wrong for what reasons. For those memories, flashing right before your eyes, you took a deep breath. This wasn’t for you. Not anymore. You didn’t need to worry for them. Kirk had everything under control and if he hadn’t he would do as he sees fit. It was all about luck. You didn’t believe in destiny or anything superstition, it was all about luck. An action leading to another. A decision affecting situation.  

You were present when Kirk left with his group. You, just like everyone else, wish them luck and soon after they left you retreated back to work.

You had been given a chance to get to know Bones. A man who was as grumpy as he was annoying. There. You had said it. There wasn’t much nice things to say about him, though he wasn’t the worst of all people on the ship. He had a heart, just slightly colder than normal people had and he had a great deal of complaining. From all the people he was quite amusing, but then so was Scotty. Scotty was one of your favorite of Kirk’s subordinates, but unfortunately he had left the ship just before departure. He had a feeling there was something off about the torpedoes Marcus had charged the ship with and had left.

Not long did you have to wait to be informed that John Harrison was on the ship when Kirk and his group came back. Of course you didn’t get these great news directly, but it was enough. You also could sigh from relief as Bones was assigned to get the blood samples of the prisoner as he had also been directed to treat the captivated murderer if there would be any need for it.

So there you were, keeping sure your workshop was tidy and all the supplies ready if there would be anything sudden or unexpected. That is of course what happened next, but not what you expected. No one needed you in your office, you were needed elsewhere. You heard from the speaker that had been installed on the left side of your office’s front door that you had been summoned. To the prison floor.

”(Y/n) (L/n), the captain asks you to come to the prison floor.” You couldn’t remember the name of the man on the speaker. You didn’t bother to get to know anyone if you weren’t needed to. You didn’t take anything particular with you, knowing you would’ve been informed if there was any need for it. Your heart was beating a bit faster than usually, but your calm composure hid it well.

At the door, opening it you called for the captain, already asking questions. ”You wanted to see me, captain.” You said as you walked into the white, well lit room. It was bright in there, a round room with monitors at the center and a glass wall to the prison cell that now had a resident in it. You couldn’t help but let your gaze wonder and meet the famous John Harrison. You let your eyes travel to his way, and it only took you a second to recognize him. You knew this man. You remembered him.

Your blood ran cold, the man you knew by a different name smirking at you in an unnoticeable way that Kirk, Bones nor Spock saw.

It was him. A couple of months ago you had been spending your time with two of your friends, it was rare enough for you to be out with company, but that wasn’t the only thing that rarely happened. You had encountered a tall, pale man who had offered to walk you home. You had just left the bar as your friends had stayed at the club, they loved dancing. You on the other hand hated night clubs and left after spending two hours there. You had only ordered three drinks, but it was enough to make your eyes droopy and your balance shaky. The man, he had introduced himself as Khan, had interrupted your stumbling on the streets and as he kindly suggested to help you home, you didn’t deny him.

Your mind raced through all the little memories you had of this person. That evening, that night and the following morning. You had been cursed. This was a remedy life gave you for the lack of danger in your new start and all had come crashing down by the first mission. You wondered had you come to an end, is this your destiny? What did this all mean?

The man behind the see-through glass grinning, you felt uneven by just looking at him. He felt more wicked and sly than the first time you met him. Here he was himself and in your memory, in the past he was someone else. A fake. A shadow of a man he could be. Like a reflection of something from alternate universe where he could feel empathy and remorse towards others. Now he reminded you of a criminal with only one thing in mind, destruction.

”(Y/n), I need you to guard Khan for me.” Kirk said. The name Khan rang in your ears. Yes. You knew him by that name and that name only, but that was it. You could put one and one together, a face and a name but that was it. You couldn’t say what he was like from personality, but his actions spoke for him. Killing so many innocent people. It was all the information you needed. And that information would have been enough to make you kill him.

”I thought he’s name was John Harrison.” You were stating the obvious question. You saw from the corner of your eye Khan reacting to the other name he was known as.

”It’s still rather unclear.” Bones blurted out, sounding rather disinterested, to which Khan rolled his eyes.

”It would be just for today at least.” Kirk assured you, approaching you calmly, almost begging and eyeing you as if trying to sense any hint of discomfort from you. It was a surprise that the feeling in your gut hadn’t made it on your face yet, because you felt more than uncomfortable. You didn’t even know why. Would it really even matter what you and Khan had done in the past? You didn’t want the crew to know about, but you doubted it would be an issue or even possible of Khan telling anyone. Why would he? If he would find it useful to manipulate you with the information then maybe. Cursing your wild imagination you tried to keep calm and not go ahead of yourself. Just wait and see, you told yourself.

You did want to hit Kirk. This was your first time on duty with your new position and you were already being dragged down for it?

”It isn’t my place anymore, captain.” You stated, your eyes wondering towards the man behind the glass wall even if you knew just looking at him was a mistake. He made you very uncomfortable. He had his eyes fixed on you and you could tell he was humored by the odds you were there. It had to be the only reason. But why was he so joyful of you being there? Would he humiliate you by how you met, what you did? You really needed to stop thinking about the past.

”The captain gave you an order.” Spock stressed, he too taking a step closer towards you. You, almost panicking, went to correct yourself.

”I’m not defying the captain.” You assured. ”But isn’t there guards on duty right now? I have my work and if I’m being honest I’m needed there.” Your voice was soft, almost shy for trying to reason with Kirk, especially when Spock was present.

”This is more important than your work right now, (Y/n) (L/n).” Spock said coldly, his eyes staring at you as expressionless as ever. His hands were behind his back, his head tilted slightly forward as he tried reasoning with you. He was very intimidating.

”I wouldn’t be asking you if I wouldn’t need to, (Y/n).” Kirk said, dismissing Spock’s harsh words. ”Besides, I’m already running low on my guards and you have more experience with prisoners than my other subordinates. You can try to make him talk, unlike the guards I have, they are here to only watch him. You can be useful and I would appreciate your effort.” This Kirk whispered. He didn’t need Khan hear him doubt his underlings.

Kirk had always been soft and easily approached even if you had no opinion on him. If you won’t mention how he wanted to keep the terrorist alive and take him captive against orders that is. It was a sign of moral and justice, but knowing how these kinds of criminals behaved you were second guessing. Of course you wouldn’t say anything, knowing the captain had made his decision and unlike Spock it wasn’t your place to advice him.

”Or do you need me ordering you?” Kirk stressed, his eyebrows high. You glared at your captain, but quickly wiped the look from your face. Feeling cornered and pressured for no reason made your blood boil. Of course you would do as the captain said if there was no dancing around his pleas.

You ended up nodding your head. ”No, captain.” You looked deep in Kirk’s blue eyes. ”You can count on me. I’ll do it.”

Kirk thanked you, patting you on the shoulder and with a little smile he had exited with Bones and Spock, leaving you alone in the room with Khan. You took couple of deep and silent breaths. You could do this. You hadn’t forgotten your training and there was nothing you hadn’t done before. Then again there was that teeny tiny fact that you had shared a bed with this man in question.

You took a couple of steps closer to the center of the room, still keeping your distance to the cell and the glass that separated you from Khan who had been standing in place the whole time. He was standing near the glass, a foot or two in between, his eyes on you. He was wearing a black outfit. The shirt rested on him well, showing all the muscles of his body and matched with black pants that did the same. His hair was pulled back, slick and lean unlike the last time you saw him. Then it was more messy and untamed, it had matched his lay back personality which with he had fooled you back then. Only by looking at him Made you question if he was even the same person that had managed to play a trick on you, toyed with you and fooled you to believe he had been a normal human being instead of this murderer he really was.

Khan was the one to break the silence. To your misfortune that is, since you could have just stood there, in silence for the end of your life, which Khan would probably more than willingly see. You dying. Maybe even by his own hands.

”Aren’t you going to interrogate me?” Khan tilted his head to his right with an amused tone and a barely seeable smile on his lips. His hands were behind his back in a mocking way, as if he was your superior. You knew he was trying to push your buttons, but also only just getting started. This couldn’t possibly be the best he could do though you weren’t interest of witnessing his best.

”I wouldn’t if I wasn’t ordered to.” You admit. You wanted to lean your back against a wall, but knew your composer would inform him of the lack of interest by doing so, and maybe even giving him the wrong sign that you felt safe that he was behind the glass which would provoke him to prove other vice, so you stayed at the center of the room. ”So, Khan, your plan?” And there it goes. Not interested.

Khan tilted his head even more, his eyes narrowing as he eyed you disappointedly but still amused. Was it your sass that kept him humored? Or just that he knew you better than what you let out? It wasn’t an act. You just had to be this way when you were on duty, even if it wasn’t yours anymore. You had to seem cold and distant, as if nothing got to you. Hardening yourself had taken time and practice but once you gained the hang of it you couldn’t keep it away. Though, still, hints of your own personality played a part of your interrogating.

”That is your way of pursuing me to talk?” Disappointment was one you had heard from prisoners only for handful of times. Khan was a criminal, an intelligent one and his arrogant way of talking made it clear. This would take time. ”I expected more of you to be honest.” He scolded.

”I haven’t started yet. Just thought you’d want to get it out of your system and not waste neither of our time.” You crossed your arms over your chest even if it wasn’t advised, but you would do what you felt right. He was being arrogant, you could do it too. Your body language signaled you were defying him, but knowing how his mind worked it would only provoke him to talk. It was simple and easy way to make him talk, as if manipulating. Of course it would take more than your position to get where you needed, but this was only boosting things up.

”Oh I don’t think I would ever dare to waste your time.” You could make a list of the ways of him wasting your time, but decided against it. For example the night you shared. It wasn’t relevant, but how wrong you were. Everything was relevant to Khan. Especially the time he had spent with you.

”Then you won’t mind telling me what I need to know.” You sassily chuckled.

”I will tell you everything you need to know.” Khan assured you, his voice deep and intimidating. ”I’ve been thinking about you.” You almost chocked on your own saliva. Khan smirked at the way you reacted, your eyes were wide and you had to clear your throat. Shit, he had hit you under your belt. You were so taken aback that you didn’t even have time to try and make things up, cover your surprise, and it made you look like an amateur. An idiot.

”That’s not what I need to know.” You told the prisoner, trying to fix your composure.

”What you need to know differs from what your captain needs to know.” Khan  explained as if it was the plan for both of you, obvious and final.

Khan was playing you. This was exactly why you hated your previous job, well one of the reasons. Even if you hadn’t met many of his kinds of criminals they could get under your skin and to Khan it wasn’t hard. You started second guessing that you hadn’t informed Kirk that you knew him. You had been wrong. He would dig deep enough to what he had found out about you and was going to use it against you and with his intelligent way of thinking it wouldn’t be hard.

”I’m not here because of me.” You reminded Khan who only smirked.

”Then let me make your time count.” Khan suggested, his tone now lighter and friendlier if you dared to say. He paced around in his cell but kept his eyes on you. You didn’t move, barely blinking, you stared at him, following his every move.

”All I want is to hear your plan, Khan.” You tried not to show him he had got you. You had to just stay focused and only aim for one thing, for information.

”My plan just changed.” Khan humorously admitted. He came to a stop, now closer to the glass than before.

”What part of it?” Your eyes narrowed, your ears burning. You knew you were getting close to get something out of him. If he would tell you now, then you had to say you would be disappointed. Even if you did want to leave the room and never to see this man again you still felt like there had been no struggle. Nothing really to make you even start to work. Too easy was what you hated.

”You.” Khan’s voice, like a growl of an animal, made your skin crawl and the hair in the back of your neck stand.

”What do you mean?” Your voice calm, but your insides were going through a rollercoaster. Was he trying to get to you? It had to be a trick. Even if he had had you once, laying on your back, him on top of you…

”What I plan to do with you differs from the knowledge your captain seeks.” Khan explained, his hands let loose, now on either side of him, not behind his back anymore, his weight slightly more on his left leg.

”I only need information of your actions that my captain is interested in.” You say to him in a voice that tries reminding him that it is the only reason you’re even there. He seems to try to forget it, or make you forget why you’re there. It annoys you, but you try to keep yourself together. But knowing it is the only way to get Khan to talk you let him continue, daring him even. ”But do humor me and tell what you plan to do with me.” You lean back, your head high and a smile on your lips. You can see a spark lit up in Khan’s eyes as you give him the permission to talk.

You know his plan. Even if it does include you, you already figured it out, though there is one thing you didn’t even think of.

”You have been the only woman in years I have shared a bed with.” It’s enough to wipe the smile from your face, it makes Khan smirk. ”And I plan to keep it that way.” He informs.

He waits for you to say something, and even if you need to struggle to keep your mouth from opening and ask questions you made it. You keep quiet and wait. Wait for him to continue his story, his plan as he recalls it. You did want to defy him, but you knew you couldn’t show emotions. He was a criminal. You couldn’t let him think he got you by his story.

You can see disappointment flash through his face again, but it’s gone in seconds. ”I will make you beg for me to bed you.” Khan growls.

”You have no such power over me.” You glare at him with cold eyes.

”I will make you want me, desperate, and once I have you don’t think I’m letting you go.” A smirk spreads on his lips. ”Your crew will turn against you and you have nowhere else to go, and my arms will be open for you.” He spreads his arms wide, as if showing you what you would be facing in the near future. You scoff at him and smirk. You’re not so easy. Your crew won’t turn against you so easily as he makes it sound like. Or so you try to prove him.

”You can try.” You tell him while taking a step back. You had had enough and decided to retreat from the interrogation room for a break. You might even just go to Kirk and tell him all you know of this idiotic terrorist, just to ensure your protection and to show your crew you were on their side.

”I will. But before that you need to give in to me.” Khan says with a smirk. ”You can save your time and company me right now.” And with those words as his last for you to hear you exit the room, not even glancing back.

anonymous asked:


Thank you dear anon! I don’t know if you can read minds, but Sartaq has stolen my heart recently and WOW. I am in love. *Tower of Dawn spoilers ahead*


general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life | SO PRECIOUS 

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang 

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff | BUT HE IS TOTALLY A THUNDERBIRD AT ILVERMORNY

best quality: The way he treats other people and makes sure that they are treated as equals in his mind. (Remember how he allows the children play with his Ruk, Kadara??? THAT WAS INCREDIBLY SWEET)

worst quality: << ERROR 404 NOT FOUND >>

ship them with: NESRYN!!! (I love them so much!)

brotp them with: The Thirteen- I have no doubts they’re going to have races in the skies and offer friendly challenges to each other.

needs to stay away from: Death. I will be LIVID if he dies.

misc. thoughts: Sartaq is legit #hairgoals This man also needs his own book. Please. And imagine him teaching his kids to fly their own Ruks and leading his people through an era of peace with Nesryn alongside him. AS HIS EQUAL. 

Send me a character here for overwhelming feels!

Why I’m shaky on Lorca really being MU!Lorca

Though, it’s entirely possible. I understand him overriding the jump and saying “Go Home.” but here’s what doesn’t click:

-He clearly has a form PTSD and many continue to label him as “evil.” Because he strays away from what we consider mentally healthy doesn’t mean he’s inherently evil.  From the start, Lorca has been consistent on one thing: ending the Klingon War. He keeps his damaged eyes because it helps him remember his crew on The Buran. Almost like a punishment for not being able to save them. This isn’t a man without a heart, this is a Captain that has lost a considerable amount due to this war. Every Captain is attached to their crew. If he was MU!Lorca why would he care? Why would he keep the vision issue instead of correcting a weakness?

-The theory that Lorca is afraid of Admiral Cornwell taking his ship. This is a man that BLEW UP his own ship and crew and yet Starfleet gave him another command (very quickly) and not just ANY ship, a ship with a prototype technology that can give them the upper hand in the war. They gave this man who just blew up his ship and has messed up eyes a cutting edge ship with experimental technology. Let that sink in. I’m sure there are other great Captains out there in Starfleet who could have handled this ship (especially one with a science background). This leads me to believe that Lorca has always been a great battle Captain and Starfleet knows that. They’re putting a lot of stock in him. So far, he’s disobeyed all of Starfleet’s orders and they have benefited from every one of his decisions. The worst he gets is a verbal reprimand from Admiral Cornwell. No court marshal. Nothing on his record for insubordination. He seems above the law (Hello Section 31?).

-I don’t think Admiral Cornwell has that much pull in Starfleet that they will remove him from the ship because she says something is wrong (yes, she’s a therapist and they would believe her). The worst they will do is pull him in and make him go through psych evals again. Starfleet has a lot to lose and do they really want to put Lorca out of commission during a war? Discovery not only figured out the Klingon cloaking technology but it also destroyed a pivotal Klingon ship, shifting the balance back in Starfleet’s favor all under Captain Lorca disobeying a direct command from headquarters and what do they do? They give him a medal!  Not to mention, he saved Sarek, again against orders.

I do believe that Lorca intentionally switched the jump coordinates. He has no interest in going back to Starbase. There’s still a war going on. There’s still enemies and as we’ve seen, the war is his #1 priority.  I think he set a different coordinate to continue engaging the Klingons. To finish off the rest of the Klingon houses and strike while the iron is hot instead of giving them time to organize, like the war savvy Captain he is. In switching the coordinates he may have overwhelmed Stamets who will plant them in the Mirror Universe.

Consider that at the moment the only possible (not confirmed) nods to the Mirror Universe we have seen have been from Stamets:

-The Stamets in the mirror shot

-Stamets calling Tilly “Captain.”

-Stamets’ mood changes

-Stamets seeing different timelines

Thoughts? I’m open to all opinions even if they disagree with what I wrote.

anonymous asked:

You have the idea to end them all. The ship will meet outside of a truck-stop bathroom. What a wonderful, shitty AU.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS NONNIE YOU ARE MY NEW FAVOURITE and the pun especially omfg it’s fantastic (mod karissa is a HUGE fan of puns fyi)

Is it bad I actually thought of a few prompts for this???

  • OMFG I HAVE TO PEE MAN JUST PULL OVER finally a bathroom worst road trip ever-WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS OCCUPIED HURRY UP
  • ugggghhhh my friend’s been peeing in the public bathroom FOREVER and wanted me to wait outside incase they get kidnapped i told them not to drink that much pop- oh, hey. you too?
  • FRIENDO HURRY UPPPP YOU TAKE FOREVER TO PEE ITS MY TURN hey buddy pal friend wait your turn i was here first

~Mod Karissa

Golden Age of Piracy coldflashwave AU, where Barry Allen’s father was hung for the murder of his mother, and he ended up being raised by the free coloured family the Wests.

When his beloved foster sister, Iris, is kidnapped by slavers and the authorities refuse to do anything about it, Barry seeks aid from a pirate crew, lead by notorious Captain “Cold” Snart and his first mate Mick Rory. They agree to help him - for a price…

But Captain Cold has a secret of his own. He is, in fact, not human - he’s a mershark. Like any of his kind he’s able to walk on two legs when it suits him, but unlike most he’s actually ventured forth, curious about the humans who cannot freely switch between sea and land.

Cold and Mick met years ago, shortly after a British Naval vessel had made the mistake of picking up an arsonist with a problem with authority and pressing him into service. Shortly after said ship was so much wreckage burning on the sea - really, they should have had better locks on the powder storage.

Cold and his sister Lisa had been trailing the ship, as mersharks sometimes do, side by side with their full shark cousins, hoping for an easy meal. Mick provided them with a feast - which is why Cold’s belly was comfortably full when he approached the half-burned man clinging to a floating barrel and decided to introduce himself rather than make a snack out of the human.

These days, Lisa will sometimes swim in the Rogue’s wake when her brother and his crew go raiding, hoping for treats. She pouts for days when her brother’s new pet throws the pretty shipwrecked Spaniard who was enthusiastically swimming for the ship a rope just as she was circling him. The worst part, though, is that her brother won’t even throw him back down - just because his pet is looking at him with those soulfull seal eyes. Honestly. For all they know, she might just want to have a pet of her own…

kaylee-schuyler  asked:

Hi i love your langst fics. Would you be interested in one where lance finally goes home and finds out all his family is dead? I think any ship would work for this.

Oh man. These are the worst. I’ve cried over like six fics like this. 😭😭


Lance was so relieved to get back home. The cool air whipping around him as he jogged to where his old home had been. He missed them, and wanted to see his family. Little did he know that time was faster on earth for the six years they had been gone. It had been way longer than that on earth.

He stopped suddenly as he saw the old broken down house. It was in bad shape, obviously not lived in for a very long. Tears welled in his eyes and he slowly walked over, fingers ghosting over the door. The tears fell in heavy warm drops. Quiet sobs escaped his lips as he sat down on the chair, seeing the small graves in the yard, a tradition some families did. They buried those who had died in the house in front of the house. He could barely look at the gravestones.

He sobbed harder, throat raspy and nose stuffed up as he stopped crying for a moment. He looked around and held his small picture in hand tighter. “If omg I hadn’t left. I would still be here with you, smiling and happy. Why must you guys have gone so quickly….” he whispered, beginning to cry again slowly.

He rubbed his red eyes that were a bit puffy and bloodshot. Quietly his sobs left, disappearing into wind. No one around to hear him fall apart. No one near to see how his heart broke to pieces as he screamed out his frustrations and sorrows with tears. Wishing, wishing that maybe he could’ve stayed home with them. With his loving family.

Why is there so much hatred for bisexuals and asexuals from social justice activists?

There is, indeed, a strange surplus of biphobia and aphobia in social justice and internet LGBT spaces… After a while of observation, I’ve boiled it down mostly to three notable points, two of them have to do with selfishness while the third is what you expect of Social Justice; Fetishism, Sexual Entitlement, and Politics.

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Josuhan is great.

What i like most about the ship content i’ve seen is exploring their development, how these two characters that have gone through a lot of good and bad experiences and personal growth can set their pride aside to understand each other, finding something great you never thought it was possible once they get to truly know one another.

Highway star shows us that potential, man, it gives me a lot of feelings, like, their relationship was at their worst at that time, but they ended up risking their lives to save each other, they were so surprised, moved even, you cant deny theres some mutual respect going on in that arc.

Just like real life relationships, they don’t always start great right away, sometimes they start messy and it takes time to build them, but people change, perspectives change, and theres something so interesting and special about that!

Idk man, personally thats why i love this ship that much! Antis claim people like it bc they are both conventionally pretty? Those damn fujoshis am i rite

Nah son, it if wasn’t for their dynamic it wouldn’t be that popular, they’re great characters with an interesting dynamic, and i do believe they could learn from each other to be a better version of themselves.

forestwater87  asked:

All right, let me return the favor: camp camp and shipping

oh dude this isn’t. an easy one for me, because?? i’m really on-board with shipping in general?
i don’t even think i have an unpopular opinion other than the obvious “don’t ship a CHILD with a 24 year old grown ass man, that is not ok” and the also obvious “there is no character who wouldn’t me out of daniel’s league, considering he’s the worst, not a single one of them”