This man speaks the truth

(( @badlydrawnjonajoestar inspired me to post the only babby-Ace picture I have on hand

because munday, and also because secretly those tiny thumbs-ups are for all of you 💖 ))

Let go of grudges and bitterness.
The law:

📖 Leviticus‬ ‭19:18‬ ‭📖 Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself: I am the Lord.


✨Ephesians‬ ‭4:26-27‬ ‭✨Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: neither give place to the devil.

✨Ephesians‬ ‭4:31-32‬ ✨Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: and be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.
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✨Luke‬ ‭6:31 ✨And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.

✨Romans‬ ‭12:19‬ ✨Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.

✨1 Peter‬ ‭3:8-9‬ ‭✨Finally, be ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another; love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous: not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.
‭‭✨Mark ‭11:25-26‬ ✨And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have aught against any; that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses. But if ye do not forgive, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.

✨Zechariah‬ ‭8:16-17‬ ‭✨These are the things that ye shall do; Speak ye every man the truth to his neighbor; execute the judgment of truth and peace in your gates: and let none of you imagine evil in your hearts against his neighbor; and love no false oath: for all these are things that I hate, saith the Lord.

For my own part, I find it exceedingly difficult, even at this time, to determine, in which of the Learned Professions I shall list myself.  When I hear a Man of improv’d Education, speak from the Goodness of his Heart, Divine Truths with a persuasive Eloquence which commands the most solemn Silence and serious Attention from all his Audience, my Soul burns to be in his Place.  When I hear of One who shines at the Bar, and overcomes Chicanery and Oppression, who pleads the Cause of helpless Widows and injur’d Orphans, who at the same time that he gains lasting Fame to himself, disperses Benefits to Multitudes, the same emulous Ardor rises in my Breast.  When I hear of another, who has done eminent Service to Mankind, by discovering Remedies, for the numerous Train of Disorders, to which our frail Bodies are continually subject, and has given Relief to Numbers whose Lives without his Assistance would have been insupportable Burthens, I can’t refrain from wishing to be an equal Dispenser of Good.

Thus I am agitated.  ‘Tis beyond far beyond the Power of one Man to shine conspicuous in all these Characters.  One must be determined upon, and I am almost persuaded that it would be that of the Divine, if this did not preclude me from bearing Arms in Defence of my Country (for I can’t read with Indifference the valiant Acts of those, whose prudent Conduct and admirable Bravery have rescued the Liberties of their Countrymen, and deprived their Enemies of power to do them Hurt.)


John Laurens to his uncle James Laurens, in a letter dated April 17, 1772

For those of you curious about John wanting to enter the seminary

anonymous asked:

If you had a moment, could we see Maggie/Alex reaching out to find their own support when the other is going through a rough patch, please? My girlfriend's struggling with depression a lot and I'm getting there with the whole support-her-but-still-look-after-myself thing, but it's a struggle because I'm really not good at asking for help. Thanks in advance, Mum! :)

Maggie’s used to taking care of people.

She’s used to it because it’s really all she ever does.

She overempathizes – she always has – but not deep, not hard, not desperate.

Because what she told Alex is true: there aren’t a lot of people that she cares about. Like, really cares about.

Abstractly, she cares about everybody. It’s why she is who she is.

But personally, passionately?

She cares about Alex.

A lot.

So when Alex sinks into a deep depression after Jeremiah, after almost losing Kara again, again, again, and when Alex tries – hard – not to drink, and fails once, and fails again, and Maggie picks up the pieces, she’s happy to do it.

Happy to do it, because god, she loves her, she loves her, she loves her.

Which is precisely why it’s so hard to watch Alex gasp for breath, tears streaking down her face, apologizing, apologizing, apologizing, her words slurring and the kisses she tries to give her sloppy – kisses that Maggie doesn’t accept because “not like this, baby, not when you’re drunk” – tasting like whiskey.

Which is precisely why it’s so hard to watch Alex sit on the couch, remote in hand, bottle of club soda open next to her, eyes vacant, not moving, not doing anything but staring at god knows what on the television, for hours, hours, hours on end.

She and Kara develop shifts.

To be with her. To take care of her.

Because alone time is important.

But right now, for Alex, alone time is a bit dangerous.

It was going to be Maggie’s night – they were going to watch movies and cuddle.

But she watched a child nearly die in the field today, and she can’t, she can’t, she can’t, be even partially responsible for someone else’s mood, for taking care of someone right now.

She calls her, though, because she needs to make sure.

Needs to make sure Alex feels loved. Feels cared for. Feels adored.

Because she is, she is, she is.

“Hey babe, how you doing?”

“Bored. I want an invasion or an explosion or something.”

Maggie grins and shakes her head faintly. “You’re in a league of your own, Danvers. Listen, I was thinking about tonight – would it be okay if I duck out of movies and Kara comes over instead? I had a rough case today, and I kind of just wanted to blow of some steam and lose my cool a little bit – “

“No, no, of course. Kara’s here right now, I – hey, wanna do a movie tonight?”

Maggie pulls the phone away from her ear at the sound of Kara’s excited squeal. There’s shuffling and static and then Kara’s voice takes over from Alex’s.

“Hey Maggie! I have just the musical in mind for me and Alex to watch! But um…”

Maggie hears footsteps, and Kara is clearly walking rapidly away from her sister.

“Are you okay?”

Maggie sighs. “Yeah, Little Danvers, I just… I need to take care of myself a bit, I need – “

“Yeah. Yeah, of course Maggie, whatever you need. Should I send Winn and James over to your place with boxing gloves and beer?”

She’s ready to say no.

No because she already feels horrible – like she’s abandoning Alex, pawning her off onto Kara, like she’s being a terrible girlfriend, like she’s being unsupportive and insensitive and a general, all around selfish asshole – by canceling their date, but she can barely breathe because her own depression is so strong, she can barely fight the gravity pulling at her chest because the weight of her own hurt is so heavy.

But Kara would die to protect Alex.

Hell, Kara has none of Alex’s ruthlessness, but she would kill to protect Alex.

And Kara isn’t angry. Kara isn’t calling Maggie selfish and accusing her of abandoning her sister.

Instead, Kara is offering to send in the cavalry to make sure that Maggie, too, is getting what she needs.

And the idea of Winn with boxing gloves really is hilarious.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, ask them. Please.”

“Great! Okay, let me give you back to Alex – “

“Little Danvers – thank you.”

“Thank you, Maggie. I’m proud of you. Here’s your girl.”


“Hey beautiful. I’m sorry – I think Kara’s gonna make you watch another musical.”

“Pfft. That’s what she thinks.”



“You know I love you, right, babe? And you know I’m so proud of you for how strong you’re being, with everything that’s going on?”

There’s a long silence, and she thinks she hears Alex sniffle.

“I love you too, Mags. Have a good time unwinding with the boys tonight, okay? Maybe we can get breakfast in the morning?”

“I’d love that.”

And, in the morning, she does.

But she also winds up loving her night.

Because James and Winn don’t ask questions when they come over.

Winn has pizza and beer, and James has a gym bag, and he admires the heavy bag Maggie has set up in the corner of her studio while Winn bustles through her kitchen grabbing plates and tugging through drawers for her bottle openers.

They don’t talk about anything real until James and Maggie have finally taught Winn to throw a proper punch, Maggie showing him how to align his fist, James helping him rotate his hips properly.

Winn begs for a break – “I finally did it right! Gotta go off on a high, right?” and collapses onto her couch with a slice and a bottle in his hands. He watches Maggie wrap her wrists, James steady the bag, and Maggie dig into it with perfect form, with perfectly dispassionate passion.

Of course Alex is in love with her.

Winn cheers her on around mouthfuls of pizza and gulps of beer and she grins and punches harder.

But her punches become less about form and more about rage after a while, and James and Winn exchange glances. Winn changes tactics.

“So how’s she doing? Your woman?” he in between Maggie’s blows and James’s soft encouragement.

Maggie freezes and James gently reminds her to relax her shoulders, and her nearly clips the side of his face with the force of her next punch.

“Not great.”

Jab, jab. Uppercut.

“I mean, of course she’s great. She’s amazing. I just… It’s never hurt me this much.”

Jab. Uppercut. Jab jab. Kick. Hook. Hook. Kick.

“What’s never hurt you this much?” James asks, eyes on Maggie’s, hands bracing the bag.

She slams into it until she can’t anymore.

“I love her. I love her. I love her like I’ve never loved anyone, and watching her hurt? It… it makes me want to… to murder people, you know, but… but sometimes there aren’t any people to murder, sometimes it’s just… brain chemistry or something, you know, and I can’t do anything about it, at all, so it’s helpless, I’m helpless, and I just… I love her. You know? I just love her so much.”

She rests her forehead on the bag for a moment, panting, sweating, staring at nothing in particular. At anything but James or Winn’s face.

The boys glance at each other, James with a soft smile on his face, because god, Alex has long deserved someone who loves her like this.

Winn swallows a gulp of pizza – he’d stopped chewing while Maggie was talking – and stares at her for a long moment.

“You know what makes everything better, Maggie?”

She grunts and halfway turns her face in his direction.


“You know I can still toss you in lockup for fun,” she deadpans, but she tugs off her wraps and grabs a slice, collapsing on the couch next to him anyway. James follows suit and settles on the floor in front of them.

“You know Lois almost died. A lot. When Lucy and I were together. Hazard of being Superman’s girlfriend, I guess. And Lucy would really get… well, down. She’d collapse in on herself, kind of like Alex tends to do.”

“It’s not a coincidence they’re both soldiers,” Winn chugs his beer, and Maggie toasts him silently, thoughtfully, with her own bottle.

“And it was hard. Watching her going through it, and feeling like I couldn’t do anything about it. But what you’re doing right now, Maggie? Taking a night to take care of yourself, to make sure you have the boundaries you need? Letting yourself acknowledge when you have your own tough day, and do what you need to do for yourself? That’s just as important as taking care of Alex directly, Maggie.”

“The man speaks the truth, Sawyer,” Winn chimes softly, and Maggie exhales slowly, softly.

“I’m not abandoning her?”

She keeps her voice steady and she keeps her voice invulnerable, but the question itself almost tears her throat on the way out anyway.


“Absolutely not.”

“Anyway, Alex told me she’s going to make her watch Not Another Teen Movie.”

“Alex hates that movie,” Maggie’s brow furrows.

James grins. “Kara hates it more.”

“That’s… unexpected.”

“The Danvers girls are unpredictable,” Winn declares, and Maggie grins.

“And lovable. Super, super lovable.”

The boys both sigh with soft, resigned grins, and all three of them drink – deeply – at the same moment.

“Yep. Yep, they are.”

Coming to Terms

A/N: I have a request for MOREID! I’d eventually like to do a full fic with them, and if I do, this might be the jumping off point/first chapter. In this piece, Morgan comes to terms with his feelings for Spencer and ends up confessing. P.S. Towards the beginning, if I say anything incorrect, please (kindly) let me know. @coveofmemories Not my gif at the bottom…but look! <3

P.S.S. I think I might add gifs at the bottom of my stuff more often. I like how this looks ;)


Morgan was normally a very happy guy. Unless a case got to him, he was always smiling, always laughing; he just always looked on the brighter side of life. But he’d been miserable lately, and everyone knew he was miserable…they just didn’t know why.

No one on the team had any idea that he was harboring an all-consuming love for one of his co-workers - and not one of the ladies. For years, he had struggled with his feelings for his friend, Spencer Reid. 

At first, he wondered if it was just because they spent so much time together, but he didn’t feel the same way about any of his other friends, male or female, that he did about Reid. Day after day, he thought of cuddling with him on the couch and watching TV, kissing him…and having sex with him. 

It had just taken so long for him to come to terms with how he felt. He’d never felt that way for another man - only ladies. Now, he could admit to himself that he was bisexual; he definitely still liked women, he just also wanted Reid. Growing up, he was surrounded by people and ideals that made it seem like love between two men or two women was wrong, and it was even worse as a black man. Even today, the African American community was left out of mainstream LGBT. It had taken years for him to come to terms with the fact that he was no less manly because he happened to want a relationship with Reid - but now he could do that.

Saying it out loud, to anyone, including Reid - now that was another story. 

He had to though. 


It was eating away at him to not know whether or not Reid might feel the same way. Morgan had assumed he was bisexual because he’d gone out with quite a few ladies, but had made a point of saying years ago that he all he wanted was someone to love - and whether that was a woman or a man didn’t matter to him. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe Reid only liked women and he was mistaken or he’d heard wrong. Maybe even if he was bisexual, he wouldn’t be interested in him. The thoughts rolled around in his head constantly as of late.

In a few days, Morgan was going to have a few days off from work. If anyone wouldn’t judge him, and might be able to give him some advice, it would be his mother, so as he sat at his desk, he purchased a ticket to Chicago so he could visit his mother and sisters. They would be able to talk him through this.


At the end of the week, everyone started up with the usual conversation. What were the plans for the weekend? Morgan said he missed his family, so he decided earlier in the week to take an impromptu trip to see them. 

Hours after that, he was finally in Chicago, being enveloped in a warm hug by his mother.

“Hey, baby,” she said, cupping his face in her hands. “How’re you doing? How’s work and life treating you?”

He heaved an enormous sigh. “Work is about the same as it always is. Some days are good, some days are bad.”

“And what about life? What’s wrong?” she asked.

How did she do that? “Why do you assume something’s wrong?”

“A mother knows, Derek,” she replied, linking her arm through his and pulling her baby boy close. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

His stomach lurched into his throat. Anyone who said it was easier to talk to your parents about things like this the older you were was full of shit. He was over 40 years old and he felt like he wanted to throw up. “I-I’m finding myself having feelings for someone I didn’t expect,” he started, searching his mother’s face for any kind of disappointment, which was the one thing he was always afraid of. His mother’s approval and love meant everything to him. 

“Someone you work with?” she asked.

“Yes,” he continued, not making eye contact with her for fear of what she’d see in his eyes “It’s my friend…Reid.”

Immediately, she stopped in her tracks, forcing her son to look at her. “You’re not looking at me. Were you afraid to tell me?” Her eyes glossed over with tears.

He shook his head. “Yea, mama. You know the town we live in. It’s not looked upon as a good thing. I…”

She pulled him into her embrace. “There is nothing wrong with liking men,” she said. “Do you like women too? Or was that a…”

“Cover?” he finished her question. “No, it wasn’t a cover. I still like women…too many women, really, but he’s the only one I’ve ever felt this way about. I don’t know what to do.”

They finally got to the car after waiting at baggage claim for what felt like hours. It was probably just the heavy conversation that was making the time feel like it was going so slowly. “Do you know if he likes men or women or both?” she asked. “If he likes men, then you need to tell him, whether anything works out or doesn’t.”

“I don’t know for sure,” he said, feeling a little bit lighter as they drove home. “He’s dated a couple of women, but I think I remember him saying that it didn’t matter to him - man or woman.”

“Well, then you absolutely have to say something,” she said emphatically. “For your own sake, you need to let him know how you feel. You’ll feel a weight lift off you.”

“What about the rest of the team? My job?” he asked. If Reid was interested, how would the rest of the team react? Would one or both of them lose their jobs if they entered into a relationship? He should just push this thought out of his head and forget it - there was way too much at stake.

As she turned the corner, just 10 minutes from the apartment, she continued, asking the exact questions and saying the necessary things he needed to hear. “What about the rest of the team? What would they think?” she asked. “From what you’ve told me about them, your team would do anything for you and I can’t imagine that changing for something as trivial as dating a man.”

While he looked out the window, listening to his mother speak the truths she always spoke, he smiled slightly. She’d said him dating a man was trivial. In the scheme of the world, she didn’t think it mattered either way, as long as he was happy, which was exactly what he was hoping for. “As for your job, that would be something you’d have to look into, but if you were seeing a woman from work the same would apply, so the fact that it’s Spencer wouldn’t matter there either.”

He’d definitely made the right decision coming home for a couple of days. His mother’s wisdom was exactly what he needed right now. 

Over the course of the next few days, Morgan was able to see his sisters as well, confessing to them how he felt about Reid. Both gave him a hug, saying how brave it was for him to admit how he felt given the way they grew up. Then they both said he should go for it.

“So,” Desiree asked, spooning a mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth, “Are you gonna tell him?”

He was. He had to. He was gonna combust if he didn’t. “I think I may end up doing it on the way back to my apartment when I go back, otherwise I may chicken out,” he said, burying his head in his hands. He could barely eat, he was so nervous. Sarah immediately walked over to give him a hug.

“Do it,” she said. “I want you to be happy, and I remember him. He was cute and he loves you. I don’t know about romantically, you’ll have to see about that, but he definitely loves you.”

After removing his head from his hands, he took a deep breath, deliberately inhaling and exhaling over and over again, so he could steady his mind. He was gonna tell him. Monday night. As long as Reid was home Monday night, he was going to stop by and just do it.


Hey, Pretty Boy.

You home?

Morgan pressed send, his heart ready to burst as he waited for an answer. Within a few minutes, he had a reply.

Of course I am. I always am. I’m pretty boring. :)

Morgan smiled to himself. Reid was always self-deprecating. If anything happened between them, they’d have to work on that. 

Mind if I come over for a few?

Morgan hoped Reid wouldn’t push for a reason why he wanted to come over right now. He did not wanna do this over the phone. Thankfully, he didn’t ask straight out.

Sure. Anything wrong?

Reid was one of the most caring individuals he’d ever met. It was one of the many reasons he found himself attracted to him.

Not exactly. I’ll let you know when I get there.

Reid replied back quickly that he’d see him in a few. 


“Hey, kid,” he greeted as Reid opened the door. 

“Are you okay, Morgan? You look like you wanna throw up,” Reid said.

The disadvantages of being a profiler - nothing went unnoticed between friends…or lovers. “I’m okay, I just need to say something…I don’t know where to start.” Reid sat down on the back of the couch, encouraging Morgan to continue.

“What is it, Morgan? You can tell me.”

“For years now…I,” he hesitated, wanting to throw up, “I’ve liked you.” He watched as Reid’s eyes went wide at the admission. “Romantically. I’ve never felt that way about any other man, ever, and it’s taken me a long time to admit it to myself, but that’s it. I like you and I have no idea how you might feel about me. I just knew I couldn’t go on not admitting it, especially to myself. I also don’t know who you’re attracted to because we’ve never really had a straight up conversation about it.”

“I like men and women,” Spencer said, his breathing slightly heavy. “I loved Maeve. I was attracted to Lila. But none of that worked out.”

“And me?” Morgan asked, swallowing hard and waiting for his reply. Instead of replying with words, Reid walked right into Morgan’s arms and kissed him.

Morgan couldn’t believe he’d gone more than 40 years without the feel of Reid’s lips on his.

Originally posted by psychrcaves

I’m all for men growing the fuck up and being transparent and vulnerable in all aspects of their lives.

Unpack and unlearn what society has installed in you about what it means and how to be a man.

Speak your truth.

Share your truth.

Live your truth.

anonymous asked:

Ok i can't stop thinking about the bit in the gang gets analysed where after the "oh I get it you put the pen there so I think of a penis" (paraphrasing ofc) Mac starts talking about Dennis only briefly but he starts stroking the pen and puts it in his mouth...

yeah man it’s cause he wants to suck his dick 

Why Lee Jordan would be a feminist...
  • Half-blood or pureblood Lee still would’ve had to deal with racism.
  • He would’ve used his words and not his fists like other Gryffindor might: When you’re a black Brit,you’re aware that—like it or not—you represent people who look like you. 
  • Lee would know it’s better to be funny and approachable. He might not consciously know why. Maybe he had it in his head it was better to be funny and approachable than just loud. Loud could be interpreted as ‘scary.’
  • Angelina Johnson would’ve called him out on his commentary about her.
  • Hermione Granger’s house elf rants would sink in later when he was in the midst of the Second War.
  • Lee went from a character who in the Chamber of Secrets (American Hardback Edition) Chapter 14, Page 258, said “The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin–Why don’t they just chuck all the Slytherins out?” and publicly ridiculed Hermione Granger for S.P.E.W. to one who in Deathly Hallows, Chapter 22 , page 439 did this:

“let’s take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network and Daily Prophet don’t think important enough to mention.”

  • He acknowledged the names of the missing and the dead on Potterwatch. He gave them back their humanity when those in power denied muggleborns and muggles were just as human as the rest of the magical population.He extended that courtesy to house-elves, too. Gornuk was named among the fallen.
  • Lee was listening when Kingsley Shacklebolt, whose very name is a reminder that slavery and that past affects the present, said "it’s one short step from Wizards first’ to 'Purebloods first’, and then to 'Death Eaters.’ “ (DH,Chapter 22, pg 440)
  • Lee Jordan had to listen to others, had to unlearn his own problematic behaviors in order to become a better person. And eventually, he– a black, British, man– hosted a pirate radio station created to speak truth to power. 

  • J.K. Rowling could’ve chosen another character for that very important role, but she chose him–one of the few characters depicted as a person of color. 
  • And the movies stole that important role from this character by merely using his voice, by never letting people know that voice of Potterwatch was a black man . 

    We could’ve had a black character commenting on oppression in the movies, but we didn’t. Instead he was invisible. (Original post. X)

  • Lee Jordan would be a feminist because the last thing he would ever want for himself or others is to be invisible.
Elsword Storyline in a Nutshell

(Edited on Jan 3 2016, added Elysion)

Elsword: Aha! I’m 13 years old now, and that means I can do whatever the hell I want! Guess it’s time for me to run around Elrios and beat up random creatures!

Aisha: OMG Elsword stop being such a brat! C’mon, we’ve gotta retrieve the El!

Elsword: Be quiet, flatty. This game is named after me, so that makes me our leader! Therefore, you all have to follow my orders!


Rena: Stop arguing! I’m getting too old for this. Let’s go find Banthus.

Banthus: Haha you can’t catch me! (runs away with the El)

Lowe: Oh no, he escaped! You guys better go find him!

Elsword: Why can’t you just do that on your own…?

Lowe: Uh.. ‘cause I have things… and stuff… to do… ANYWAYS! GO GET HIM!

Hoffman: Hello there! Oh, you’re looking for Banthus? He’s over there!

(The Elgang beats him up) 

Elsword: Well… that was easy…

Aisha: Yeah, but we still haven’t gotten the El back…

Rena: Looks like Wally has the El now. Let’s go get him!

(The Elgang destroys Wally No. 8) 

Elsword: Wow, that was easy too…

Aisha: Crap! Wally got away!

Rena: He’s taken the El!

Hoffman: I bet Wally’s in Bethma now. Go find him!

Elsword: Ugh, we better get the El soon… This is getting annoying…

Stella: Hey, these Lizardmen are terrorizing the region! Please help us!

Elsword: But we’re looking for the El… Oh well, guess we should help out.

(The Elgang swiftly defeats the Lizardmen and returns them to normal)

Aisha: That was easy… I can’t believe these were the Lizardmen that were giving Bethma such a hard time…

Elsword: Yeah, I’m starting to notice a pattern here…

Rena: Look! Wally’s over there!

Elsword: Raahhhh!! Let’s get the El and end this quest once and for all!

(The Elgang destroys Wally No. 9)

Aisha: Yay, we did it! Oh shit, another ship is attacking us!

(Raven steals the El)

Raven: Muahahaha you’ll never take the El from me!

Elsword: FUCK!!! We have to go through ANOTHER region!?

Elsword: There you are!

Raven: Ah, you found me! No matter… I shall kill you all! Wait a minute… S-Seris??? Is that you!?

(The Elgang defeats Raven)

Elsword: Alright! Good job, Rena! You distracted him with your boobs long enough so we could stop him!

Aisha: (smacks Elsword) You idiot!!! This has nothing to do with her breasts! 

Raven: Hey, can I join you guys?

Elsword: … sure, why not? By the way, where’d the El go?

Raven: Um… I don’t have it anymore…


Adel: Nasods are scary pong! Please destroy them pong!

Elsword: No! I am NOT going on some stupid side quest again!

Adel: They have the El pong!

Elsword: Okay, let’s go!

(After destroying a bunch of Nasods and going through Altera Core…)

Elsword: Well, that was easy… But hey! We finally have the El! Let’s go back to Ruben and return it!


Elsword: I wanna be your friend!

Eve: … okay <3

Raven: Hey, was there a robot version of me or something back there…?

Elsword: I don’t know, and I don’t care. Let’s go home.

Elsword: Okay, here’s the El! At last, I can relax at home and do nothing for the rest of my life… Surely, the townspeople will give me millions of ED as a reward for my awesomeness!

Allegro: Help! Demons! 

Stella: Okay Elgang! Go get ‘em!

Elsword: … you’ve gotta be shitting me right now.

(The Elgang drives away the demons from Feita)

Eve: That was pretty easy…

Elsword: I know, right!? Why don’t these people just get their shit together and deal with their problems on their own!?

Ariel: The Velder Kingdom needs your help! They’re under attack!

Elsword: OH COME ON!!!

Raven: Hey Rena… soo…. are the two of us a thing… or…?

Rena: Umm… I’ll have to think about it…

Aisha: Ah! How romantic! I wish someone would confess to me someday…

Elsword: lol that’s never going to happen to you

Aisha: (slaps Elsword)

Eve: … human are so weird…

Vanessa: Oh thank god you’re here! We’ve had to retreat because the demons are too powerful!

(The Elgang drives away the demons from Velder)

Elsword: Too. Easy.

Elesis: Hey! Guess who’s back!

Elsword: Sis! It’s you! You’ve gotta help me. Everyone in Elrios has been asking us to do all these super-easy tasks! I just wanna go home and relax! But these stupid Velder Knights are so incompetent that they can’t even stop the nooby demon army!

Elesis: … you know I’m part of the Velder Knights, right?

Elsword: … u-uhh…

(Elesis slaps Elsword)

Aisha: lol I like your sister already, Elboy

Eve: Hey, who’s that over there!

Add: YAAAAHHHHH!!! (Attacks Eve and defeats her) Muahahaha… now you’re mine!

Elsword: Hey, get off of her, you creep! Shoo!

Add: Grrr, you may have won this time, but I will capture Eve, and I will get my hands on those Nasod codes! (flies away)

Elsword: What a weirdo… By the way, I didn’t know the word “code” could refer to boobs as well


Aisha: (slaps Elsword) STOP THINKING ABOUT BOOBS!!!

Vanessa: Good job, everyone! Now send this letter to Hamel!

Elsword: Why can’t you do it yourself!?

Elesis: Shut up and do what she says!

Penensio: Aw crap, demons are here too! Please stop them for us!

Rena: This has been, like, the third region infested with the demons…

Elsword: Yeah, and I thought we could just go home and relax after retrieving the El… Hmph.

Chung: Hello! I’m Chung, and my father was possessed by the demons! Please help me!

Aisha: Oh you poor thing! We’ll definitely help you out!

Chung: Thank you!

Elsword: Ugh, too many girls are joining our group… Now we have 5 girls and only 2 guys!

Raven: Yeah, it sucks…

Chung: B-but… I’m a guy…

(The Elgang gets to the Ancient Waterway)

Add: (saves Eve) Hehehe… behold, your savior! 

Eve: Just because you saved me from Victor doesn’t mean I’m going to give you my codes… 

Add: Fine. Well, can I at least join you guys so I can watch you 24/7?

Eve: … that’s a little creepy…

Elsword: Yes! Join us! We need to have more guys in our group!

Chung: But I’m a dude!

(The Elgang gets to the Halls of Water)

Chung: Ran!!! My name is Chung Seiker. You turned my father to evil. Prepare to die!

Ara: No, stop! He’s my brother! 

Elsword: Oh crap! Another demon! Attack her! 

Ara: Wait! I’m just a normal girl with a fox hairpin that contains a fox spirit that takes over my body from time to time!

(Everyone starts beating each other up)

Ran: Now’s my chance! (teleports away)

Chung and Ara: NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Elsword: Well, I guess that’s that. Now I’m going home.


Elsword: More demons!? Are you serious!?

Emirate: Yeah, go get them for us, will ya?

Ara: Hey, how come Hamel is full of water while this place is completely dry?

Elsword: Who knows. Anyways, let’s get this over with…

(The Elgang defeats Karis)

Elsword: Okay, it’s finally over, right? It’s gotta be over now, right???

Elsword: aoijfoawiehfo8awhgowefoafjdsaf

Lu and Ciel: Hey! Let’s all team up!

Elsword: Oh fine… you can join us. You two seem normal enough

Ciel: By the way, FLAT IS JUSTICE!

Aisha and Lu: (sniffles) Yes! This man speaks the truth!

Rena and Ara: (smack Ciel over and over again)

Eve and Elesis:

Elsword: Hey Chung, why aren’t you cheering too?


Ignia: Hey everyone! Let’s go defeat those demons together!

Elsword: Finally! Someone from town who’s willing to help us!

(Ignia betrays them)

Elsword: Never mind.

Elesis: Hey, it’s Scar! Let’s go get him!!!

(The Elgang defeats Scar)

Elesis: Check this out! I’m Super Saiyan! 

Elsword: No one cares. Can we PLEASE just go home now!?!?

Ignia: Alrighty, you’ve gathered all six Priestesses! That means you get to go to Elysion!

Elsword: What? No! I don’t want to go to another region! Please no!!!

(The priestesses teleport the Elgang to Atlas Station)

Elsword: shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit

Add: OMG NASODS!!! (Fangirl scream)

Yuno: Welcome to Atlas Station! Some of the Nasods here are acting up, can you please help me subdue them?

Elsword: NO!

Yuno: (Ignoring Elsword) By the way, there’s a girl here who wants to join you

Rose: Hello, I’m Rose. I use a wide variety of guns and I can kick people too!

Rena, Eve, Chung, and Ciel: Copycat.

Elsword: Great, another girl… Oh well, we’ll need all the help we can get I suppose. So where do you come from?

Rose: Another dimension called DFO er, I mean, Empyrian!

Aisha: … okie dokie then.

(The Elgang goes through the first two dungeons)

Yuno: Ah, the Elysion Tower is kinda hard to navigate. I’ll tag along so I can guide you through!

Elsword: You better not betray us!!

(The Elgang reaches the boss stage)

Elsword: Wow, Yuno actually helped us. I can’t believe it.

Code Maya: Looks like it’s my turn to face you.

Elsword: Bring it!

(The Elgang defeats Maya)

Yuno: Great job, everyone! Let me call the elevator for us to reach the next sector

Code Maya: Traitor! (destroys the elevator controls)


Yuno: Oh no!! (transfers energy from himself into the elevator) G-goodbye… my friends… and good luck…

Elsword: NNNNOOOOOO!!! The one guy that was actually useful and legit tried to help!!!! WWHHYYYYYYYY!?!?

I Object (Pt 2) - Finn Bálor

A/N: You wanted part two? Well, here you go! ;)

Originally posted by hiitsmekevin


Finn looked over at you, seeing how your eyes glistened. As the wedding planner escorted herself away from the doorframe, Finn couldn’t help but stare. Every crashing thought, every memory, it was all piling up on his shoulders, creating this new weight. That weight would only be lifted if he got everything off his chest and allowed you to make your final decision.

This would go one or two ways. Either you would see and understand that you were in love with your best friend, but hardly noticed it…

Or Finn would end up making himself seem like a fool and the day would result in total heartbreak while he drank his memories away. “Are you ready?” Your sweet voice rang through his ears like a melody. Clenching his fists out of sight, he seemingly nodded, composing himself.

“Ready when you are, love.” He whispered the last part. Your heart would race anytime he could call you that, but you found no truth behind it. You had no clue Finn was into you as much as he was. Hiding his feelings had been hard for the last few years, always confining them inside his heart.

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