a bit premature

Firing the Nalu Canon a Bit Prematurely... ButScrewit

OKAY! Everyone is talking about this ONE MAGIC stuff right. Well Zeref says:

The Magic that overcomes ALL MAGIC. But Lucy had a theory:

Which makes sense seeing as the mages get more powerful when they are emotional. I don’t know about you, but Lucy seems to have a better understanding about Magic than Zeref cus he’s fukin shit up left and right over here.

(It’s not his fault he just wanted to save his family and he’s been alive for way too long and the Mavis went all X_X on him and he just doesn’t want to be tortured by Acnologia for eternity and I just want to hug him, etc…)

HOWEVER!

Does anyone remember back in chapter 478 when Mavis was all:

Pause to stare at this perfect little family.

THEN she makes Lucy come to her and gives her END:

Like, she makes Lucy leave Natsu, gives her the book, then goes to Natsu and Zeref…Whatcha doin Mavis?

THEN she tells Zeref she knows how to save him:

Anyone else think this is proof it’s Nalu? Natsu is END and I think he will be the downfall of Zeref, but not in the way Zeref thinks, by killing him. Instead I think Lucy’s love for Natsu (and vise versa) and saving him will break the curse on Zeref and he will be mortal.

(I totally want to say then Mavis and Zeref can be together..but I have a feeling they both are going to die and be together that way because they are pretty done with living right about now.)

I mean I get it’s the love between the guild and friends and shit. BUT THE NALU IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE!

Mavis has been sitting on this information for a good 50+ chapters…and now Lucy’s writing in Natsu’s book and I’m not okay!

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He followed me home

Title:  He Followed Me Home

Pairing:  Chris Evans/Reader

Rating:  T for tooth rotting fluff!

Setup:  Ok..so in a rash moment of weakness I bet @theycallmebecca that my beloved Cleveland Indians could best her Boston Red Sox in the latest series.   Whoever won got a drabble.   It was close and an awesome game but unfortunately an L for Cleveland.   So here is her choice:  Chris and Reader adopt a puppy and have to decide on its name:  from the Patriots. Bosox or Disney.   Aannd because I can never write short it’s more of a fic.    Enjoy! 

Summary:

The whole world gets involved when you and your new boyfriend, Chris Evans, adopt a friend for Dodger but then can’t settle on a name.  

Thanks so much to  @mypatronusismrpricklepants   and  @arizonapoppy for their awesome help. 

 Chapter 1:  Surprise, March 2018

“He followed me home…”

As defenses for impromptu madness go, it’s a little bit predictable.   You’re standing, sheepish and flustered, with an armload of wriggling, wagging tricolor fluff while your boyfriend Chris leans against the front hall closet door.  

His arms are folded across his chest.  His deep ocean eyes are bleary and amused at once.  It is technically his Laurel Canyon home, although your socks and books and curling iron moved in two months ago.  Long enough to feel a bit like they belong, but not long enough to be certain if you’ve erred.  

“Oh really.”  The sound of Boston twangs as one skeptical eyebrow raises.  

It was just the first thing that popped into your head.  Chris pauses to take in the mammoth paws, the blunt short snout and drawls, “So SuperPuppy jogs a cool tens k’s?”    

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Legit Worldbuilding Tip #5.5

or - “A Continuation of Magic-Building Stuff (Because I Had More to Say)

Well, I already did a post on building magic in fictional worlds. However, that post was already getting long and I cut it off a bit prematurely. That being said, there are still more things to think about regarding magic. 

Using Elemental Magic

One of the most common forms of magic in fiction is magic based on the elements - usually Fire, Wind, Water, and Earth. A follower asked me - how do you make elemental magic more original?

Well, one of the most obvious solutions is to use something beside the traditional elements. 

Examples: 

  • Classical Chinese mythology: Fire, Water (which includes the sky), Earth (which includes the concept of “balance” or “the center”, making it a rough equivalent to the aforementioned Aether), Wood (which includes control over plants as well as the wind), and Metal (which includes light and electricity). (Stolen from TV Tropes)
  • The “Humors” - Blood (Sanguine i.e. optimistic or confident), Yellow Bile (Choleric/Irritable), Black Bile (Melancholic), and Phlegm (Unemotional), which correspond to different personality types and the classic elements - each is also associated with the elements Air, Fire, Earth, and Water (in that order) so you could for example write a story where one’s personality determines the magic they use.
  • Jungian “Types” - Feeling, Thinking, Intuition, Sensation (Which might be useful for a story about psychic powers, for example)
  • The Metallic Principles of Alchemy - sulphur to flammability or combustion, mercury to volatility and stability, and salt to solidity
  • Or, any natural force you can think of (i.e., elements of nature) - i.e., lightning, gravity, magnets, etc. - can be classified “elemental”

There is obviously many more than this from many cultures and philosophies. Apart from that, some things to consider include not going for the typical balance with the elements and instead having some elements seen as socially “superior.” (You see a bit of this in Avatar: The Last Airbender since the Fire Nation attacked and you know the rest.) 

You could have a world in which certain types of elemental magic are more rare, and therefore more valuable. Another option is having any magic user be able to wield all elements, but simply having a culture where most people choose a specialty (like I always do when playing mages in RPGs…)

Ritual Crafting for Dummies

A follower asked for advice on creating rituals, and I didn’t think much of it at first. But then I started thinking, and realized that the rituals a world may use could actually be of importance. 

The main thing I would consider is how a world’s culture plays into the rituals they would think up to access their powers. For example, a warrior culture is likely to have rituals involving sacrifice, blood magic, and the like. A very religious society is going to have rituals oriented around their God/Gods. Your world may even have the equivalent of saints, and different rituals invoke different saints depending on the miracles those saints performed.

Things to think of include:

  • The materials used in the ritual -  (i.e., salt, types of metal, types of plants… the bones of an ancestor, blood of an enemy, and the hand of one’s faithful follower - how Harry Potter of me to suggest that)
  • What people are involved in the ritual - only a mage? A priest? A gathering of priests? Or can anyone do it at any time?
  • Where the ritual takes place - an altar, an open field, a graveyard…
  • Words to be invoked during the ritual
  • The time it takes for the ritual to be completed - a few minutes, hours, days…?

Obviously, the stronger the effect, the more work that will probably go into the ritual - remember, cause and effect. 

So, A Final Note - 

I just mentioned cause and effect. And that’s really, 100% the most important thing to think of when creating any magic system. What causes magic to exist? How does magic affect the world? How do people react to the existence of magic? How does society’s opinion of magic-users in turn affect magic itself? And so on and so forth. 

I’ll keep this post short and end things here. I just wanted to address these couple of things since I’d been asked to talk about them a little! 

Books Read in 2016 » Replica by Lauren Oliver

└ When she was little, she’d liked to pretend that stars were really lights anchoring distant islands, as if she wasn’t looking up but only out across a dark sea. She knew the truth now but still found stars comforting, especially in their sameness. A sky full of burning replicas.

Fish walking in on Eddie and Ozzie pointing guns at each other

and she has shit to do and doesn’t have time to settle petty disputes

so she puts a hand to both of their cheeks and, using her powers, tells them to ‘kiss and make up, already’ so they can get on with important business like taking control of the city away from the Court

needless to say, the result is a little more than she bargained for

:p

anonymous asked:

Hello! ^^ This is my first time asking for a prompt, but I'd really like to see one for romione with the "Wanna go out sometime?" one? Please? Thank you in advance! Really been loving reading all the fanfics! <3

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet! Hope you like what I came up with 💕

Warning: Lots of Ron and Harry friendship.

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Wanna Go Out Sometime?

“So I couldn’t help but notice,” said Harry, tugging a gnome out of the earth by its ankles, “that you’re not actually with Hermione right now.”

Ron, kneeling in the dirt, sat back on his heels and glared at Harry. “Right, because I’m with you. Degnoming the garden.”

“I meant in a more general sense,” Harry said. Rising to his feet, he hurled the gnome a good fifty feet out into the orchard. “I figured since what happened-“

“A lot’s happened since what happened,” Ron reminded him.

In the past five days, he’d watched his own brother die, seen the fall of Lord Voldemort, returned to his childhood home to evict a pajama-clad ghoul from his bedroom, and buried said brother… but he hadn’t yet managed to kiss Hermione again, and the longer he waited, the more anxious it made him.

“All the more reason.”

“The thing is…” Ron plucked a curious little gnome out of the grass with one large, scarred hand. “I don’t really know how to go from, y’know, whatever we are now, to - to a relationship, I mean, do I ask her on a date? What do I even say, ‘wanna go out sometime?’” He jokingly rolled his eyes.

“You know you actually have more relationship experience than I do,” Harry laughed as he knelt again, “so I don’t know why you’re asking me.”

“That’s completely different, just because I’ve had a girlfriend before doesn’t mean I’ve had a girlfriend that I’m actually-“ He paused; finishing with ‘that I’m actually in love with’ seemed a bit premature to voice aloud, even if just to Harry, and even if he knew it was true. “It’s Hermione. I can’t mess it up.”

He stood and lobbed the gnome in his hand over the garden wall, knowing it would be back in minutes.

“You’re overthinking it,” Harry said. “Don’t think about it so much. Like with me and Ginny-“

“Oh, come on, really?”

“No, seriously, listen,” Harry continued, “that whole time I was with Cho, whatever that was, I was constantly trying to figure out what to say and what to do and it stressed me out and it was miserable. But with Ginny, I didn’t have to do any of that, I kind of just went for it, so…” He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “So go with your gut, I reckon is what I’m saying.”

It wasn’t the worst advice in the world, but it was a lot easier said than done. Every time Ron saw Hermione lately, his stomach flipped and his mind became this horrible jumble and even though all he had wanted to do for the past three years was kiss her, there was some sort of disconnect between his heart and his ability to actually act on its desires.

And Ron had never exactly been a wordsmith, so how was he supposed to convey the magnitude of it all? That she was everything to him, that she always had been, that when he thought of the future, she was all he saw? He would either make a fool of himself or she’d think he had gone mad, and he didn’t fancy either option.

“Just because you died and came back to life doesn’t make you wise, you know,” Ron snapped, half-joking.

“Fine, have it your way. Wait another seven years, see if I care.”

“And you obviously do care, or you wouldn’t-“

Ron stopped, his breath catching in his throat. Hermione was crossing the garden in bare feet, her ponytail swinging as she levitated a large pitcher of ice water and two glasses alongside her.

“Hi,” she said, her eyes only on Ron, borrowed wand held aloft. “I thought you might be thirsty, it’s so hot out today.”

“Thanks,” said Harry gratefully, rising to his feet and brushing off his dirty knees.

Hermione, with highlights reflecting off of her hair and freckles on her shoulders, was impossible to look away from, and Ron felt his throat go dry. Why was he so nervous around his best friend? They had already kissed once, for Merlin’s sake, and she had been the one to initiate that, so surely she didn’t find him completely unappealing…

Don’t think. Just do.

In just two long strides, Ron stood before her, dipping his face down so it was mere millimeters from hers. He had said it was now or never back during the battle at Hogwarts, but that was even more true now. The longer he waited, the closer he came to that kiss being written off as a fluke, as a we-might-die-tonight impulse, and he couldn’t live with that.

So he kissed her, soft and slow, even though Harry was laughing in the background, even though his mum was probably watching from the kitchen window, even though the floating pitcher and glasses came crashing down to the grass. Hermione stood on her toes to bring herself closer, her free hand grabbing his seemingly on impulse. This… this felt like a shift between them, a change, the obvious next step, and Ron found himself grinning like an idiot when she pulled away to take a breath.

“Well,” Harry chuckled, “that’s one approach.”

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Come Home

Includes: Steve x reader, Christmas, and fluff.

Brief Synopsis: To your dismay, you have to go shopping on Christmas Eve, but Steve has a surprise for you when you return to the apartment you share with him.

Written for @nataliarxmanxva‘s Writing Challenge
Prompt: Going Christmas gift shopping

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I know Christmas fics in the middle of October are a bit premature, but I channeled some holiday spirit a little early this year. Now that I’ve finished this wintry piece, I’ll continue basking in the lovely season of Autumn while it’s still here. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

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In past years, you had always condemned last-minute shoppers rushing to purchase gifts on Christmas Eve, and yet, you found yourself at a register, wallet in hand. Weeks ago, you had presents for every Avenger on the team wrapped and ready for Tony’s holiday party, but Sam just had to buy himself the exact same jacket you picked out for him.

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Hit coming home one day after a long night of work, and he sees Frost on the couch holding their tiny child in his arms.

The pirate is staring down with a warm smile at the baby Ice-jin hybrid, whos face is buried into his arm/against his chest. Hit stands there in silence for a moment, watching, before the sound a low purr coming from Frost is heard.

The con-artist looks at him lightly. “….welcome home, hitman.” He says in a quiet voice, as a small squeak sounds from the baby in his grasp. It squirms a bit, nuzzling its holder. The small tail of the child is curled around the tip of Frosts, as the short male holds it up for the infant.

Hit spectates for a little longer, before he sighs with a tired grin. He unzips his coat and removes his boots, before walking over and sitting himself down next to his mate. The little noises their baby makes are short and silky, and it seems to show its attachment towards Frosts warmth and presence. Tiny hands flimsily clench and ineffectively ‘claw’ at the steady rising and settling of Frosts chest. 

“…Quite a vocal thing, hm?” Hit says, looking down as he leans against Frost ever so slightly. The reptile hums and closes the space, helping himself to pressing his weight against the strong form of the assassin. He didn’t know what words to say, yet Hit didn’t to hear any. 

As minutes pass by, the pair end up cuddling side-by-side and sharing their child between arms. It was small and baby soft, as would be expected. Frost would hold it the most, for maternal instincts showed no bounds. Of course, Hit would understand. He always did. 

By the time their offspring whispers its last “coos”, Frost stands to take it to bed. He holds it securely and protectively, his steps careful and precise. However, he’s stopped momentarily when a gentle but firm arm weaves its way around his shoulder(s), and he’s met with a tender glance from above. It was nice and calming, just as their emotions. The pirate returns the tender gesture and hooks his tail around the purple mans waist before continuing his leisurely strides.

Such moments didn’t happen everyday for the two of them. But with a new baby, Hit and Frost found themselves drawn closer to each other. They didn’t get gushy over the idea, however. But, they found opportunities to take where they could share subtle, short moments of love alone and carefree. 

This was one of them. 

Graham Coxon's speech at the Ivor Novello Awards :

“This award is a bit premature for him, but he’s written about two lifetimes of work so far. The first time I saw him, he was shouting ‘I’ve got a social disease’ in a school as he gave a very energetic performance in a school assembly. I thought ‘this boy’s got some nerve’. He told me that I had crap shoes, but as you can see I got my own back today.

The second time he met me, he told me as the only sax player in school to play a sax solo. So I did, it was a good little song called ‘when you meet a beautiful alien’. At this point, I’d never met anybody at the age of 13 to even attempt to write a song - but writing songs always seemed to come naturally to him. But that’s not to say that he doesn’t have a good work ethic. He’s very disciplined, and he doesn’t take it all for granted.

Our friendship and working relationship has been a bit like a pot plant - well, y'know a house plant. They need to be re-potted from time to time, and there’s always a certain amount of anxiety concerning whether it will wither and die, but it never has and I think that house plant is doing pretty well right now.

He has written some of my favourite songs, and what’s great about that is that I got to play on a lot of them. They always display the mischief of a mind that isn’t interested in what’s expected, but sees music and the world in general as something to process and use, and nothing is wasted. There you go, that’s one of yours isn’t it?

He is my really talented, horrifyingly honest, embarrassingly honest and ridiculously funny (although he doesn’t always mean to be) best mate - Damon Albarn.”

Better Late Than Never? Pt. 2 {TVD 8x14 Review}

Sorry this took so long guys! You know the drill, I write everything in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning it probably will be rectified by the end but I already know what happens this epi, so, lol. This will contain anti-Damon, anti-Delena, anti-Bamon, anti-Steroline, anti-Bonenzo sentiments. There will most likely be mentions of other shows and of the misogynoir and anti-blackness and racism in this narrative. If you do not like it, do not read. OK, ready? Let’s go!

1. “If you want my forgiveness, you’re going to bring Elena Gilbert back to life” that line still makes me laugh because who the fuck cares about your hand-me-down forgiveness, Damon. Also Elena isn’t dead. So back to life my ass, it’s just waking her up.

2. I think it’s funny that Cade is talking about how Damon is in limbo, “the space between spaces” because my guy, that is JUST the Other Side.

3. No, see, the entire plot line with Cade and the Salvatores irritates me because it’s so conveniently linked to Damon and Stefan. He is the devil or the devil’s right hand man (since Katherine is the Queen of Hell for some reason, right?) I don’t understand why he can’t just find the weapon himself or get someone else to do it for him, there’s no reason that it has to be Damon and it’s the problem when a villain keeps making threats “Or I’ll drag you back to hell”, so then do it. At least with Supernatural when Zachariah wanted Dean to do something and Dean was like nah, Zachariah was like OK so what if I give Sam stage 4 stomach cancer? Or hey, how about if I take away his lungs? And we see him inflict these tortures on Sam while Dean watches. Or Dean starts off the season coming out of hell and we get flashbacks to what hell was like for him and we find out how much it fucked him up so when Uriel and Castiel threaten to throw him back into hell, it’s an actual real threat because we’ve seen the effects and why he would be scared. This whole thing with Damon is like … every time Cade says he’ll send Damon to hell I’m like motherfucker, no you’re not or you would’ve DONE did it by now, stop.

4. Kat and Paul look gorgeous together, like I just … seriously, they’re really beautiful people.

5. Bonnie being able to see Enzo is like Jeremy being able to see Bonnie and Elena hallucinating Damon. I’m bored.

6. Lol I’m sorry, that picture of Caroline and Stefan, their smiles are so tight.

7. I find it interesting that nearly every time Stefan is going to leave town or stays in town it’s because of Elena. He comes back to MF to meet Elena. In 1x09 he says he’s going to leave town to protect her but he stays because in 1x10 she says she loves him and because Logan Fell had just become a vampire. In 3x21 he tells Damon that if Elena chooses Damon he’ll leave town, he stays because Elena became a vampire and because she chose him. In 4x23 he’s going to leave town because Elena chose Damon. And now in 8x14 he’s going to leave town but Elena is in trouble so he stays. In 5x09 Katherine even made it a point to tell Stefan that he stays in MF for Elena.

8. Caroline, isn’t it a bit premature to tell your toddler children that you might not marry Stefan?

9. LOL I do find it a bit weird that Kai would be singing at karaoke but it’s made up for the fact that I could listen to Chris’ voice for hours and Paul’s facial expression as Stefan watches Kai sing is HILARIOUS. OMG.

10. I like seeing Paul and Chris interact, they work really well and really easily together although I don’t feel like I’m watching Stefan and Kai, I feel like I’m watching a visual representation of a Chris/Paul tweet conversation but it’s entertaining.

11. Hmm, the show is doing some pretty tight close ups on Kai and Stefan, they almost shoot them the way they shoot Klefan, I wonder if Klaus would be jealous.

12. I was literally like “why the fuck isn’t Damon coming to save his human brother from being stabbed” and then Stefan says, “What took you so long? and Damon says he went to put in a song. I get that’s supposed to be funny but seriously it just once again shows how fucking thoughtless Damon is, like you went to put in a song when your human brother was going to head to head with a psychopath heretic from hell? Fuck you, Damon.

13. Stefan didn’t actually say that he wants to figure out if he wants to be with Caroline, though, he legit said I need to figure out who I am and I need to do it alone. Like whatever, Caroline.

14. Also where are the twins if neither she nor Alaric are watching them in this scene? Like if they’re setting shit on fire because of temper tantrums and are literally prone to blowing each other up now, I would be around them all the time.

15. I do like how Kai is like hey, hey! Maybe you should stop talking about your love life and wonder wtf is happening with your kids? I mean I could help.

16. BE is basically DE.

17. I like how Stefan has, like, an actual plan to kill Cade but if you’re going to kill him, will you not slash his arm and punch him and make witty remarks, can you just stab him?

18. Because you see what happens, Alaric’s cell phone rings and he stops ringing the all important bell.

19. Really? Did they really make Stefan go, “DIE” as he’s trying to kill Cade? I wonder if Paul was like, do I really have to say this though? Can’t you give a line like that to Ian?

20. Oh so Damon killed himself to save Stefan and Elena. I mean I guess. He comes back to life anyway.

21. They’re making Kai really petty, like really, he’s this obsessed with killing two toddlers?

22. What does being psychic have to do with knowing Damon can hear him.

23. I can’t believe there’s a literal fight for Damon’s soul. OMG.

24. *SPOILERS FOR OUTLANDER* So there’s this show/book called Outlander about many things but at the centre of it, there’s a love story between Jamie and Claire and throughout the series, Jamie makes these declarations of love to Claire and says he’ll do anything for her, that he’ll be her shield, he’ll die for her etc. and there’s this villain called Jack Randall who is a sexual sadist and he has a particular interest in Jamie who he nearly flogged to death years earlier, basically Randall gets a hold of Claire and is going to kill her in front of Jamie so Jamie offers up his body to Randall in exchange for Claire’s safety and in that scene Randall nails Jamie’s hand to a table and kisses him while Claire has to watch and then Claire is forced to leave Randall and Jamie alone and in the next part we basically see the rape and torture that Randall inflicts on Jamie over and over. A lot of people had issues with that and asked the author why she felt the need to show the brutal rape of Jamie and her response was this:

“So, OK.  Throughout the book, we’ve seen that love has a real cost.  Jamie and Claire have built a relationship through honest struggle, a relationship that’s _worth_ what it’s cost them.  This is the final challenge, and Jamie’s willing to pay what will apparently be the ultimate cost.

   Why would I throw that away?  To have him escape rape and torture (he–and we–_know_ what’s coming) by the skin of his teeth would be to undercut his sacrifice, to make it of little moment.  (It would be like someone turning up in Gethsemane and telling Christ, “Hey, buddy, you don’t _really_ have to do this.  Come with me, I got a secret way outta here…”)”

And this is what TVD fails to do with DE. It’s one thing for Damon to be willing to go to hell for both Stefan and Elena but Bonnie shows up and actually saves him from having to undergo that threat and it undercuts his sacrifice because he didn’t actually have to sacrifice anything, he just had to be willing and it’s not impactful. So I’m not even a little moved by what Damon did because he didn’t do anything first of all, second of all after everything he’s done throughout 8 seasons why wouldn’t he choose himself, I mean, it’s the least he can do.

25. “Bonnie, wake up”, Stefan can you check her pulse?

26. “That little psychic blast must’ve blew me into my body” that literally makes no sense.

27. Damon and Stefan sitting on Damon’s car, drinking is basically just Sam and Dean. Stop it.

28. So Alaric wants to open a poor man’s Hogwarts/Charmed “Magic School” omg that is so lame and unoriginal. I also realize how lazy it was for Charmed to call that academy “Magic School”.

29. “Someone who can create a safe, supportive and loving space for kids … someone like you” is that Caroline, though? I’m sorry but she doesn’t seem like any of those  things to Josie and Lizzie, she’s shrill and just tells them to stop doing things, like I don’t know why she didn’t actually ask Josie and Lizzie how they felt when their magic was going haywire, like we don’t actually see her BE with them, she just scolds.

30. So I actually like the proposal scene with Steroline, I think what Stefan says to Caroline is sweet … I just don’t believe it. I just don’t believe that everything he wants is there with her, I just don’t believe that he loves her that deeply and Stefan doesn’t get here on his own and he never gets to the romantic speeches with Caroline on his own and it’s like … how do I explain this … when Stefan and Elena were going through their separations, even if they were both doing something else, I always got the impression that they were on each other’s minds, that there was a struggle to stay away from each other but they were doing so because they thought it was the right thing to do at the time. I never get that with Steroline when they’re apart, it just feels like their lives break off and there isn’t a residual connection there, it feels like they’re perfectly fine being separated and their lives are easily untethered so when Stefan comes back like MARRY ME, it doesn’t feel like he’s stopped fighting what he wants and it doesn’t feel like he’s wanted to do this all along and he’s finally just acting on it, it feels like Damon said, “life isn’t going to get any better than you marrying Caroline so marry her” and Stefan went “true.”

31. Also, every time Candice and Paul kiss it really feels like they’re trying to use as little lip as possible, like this was supposed to be a passionate, deep kiss, like it was supposed to be this:

also people underestimate how sweet Mattoline could be, like I frankly never see Caroline look at Stefan like this:

but anyway, their kisses always look like they want to do the least possible and not open their mouths:

anyway.

32. The Bonkai reunion was meh but someone told me the Grahamwood chemistry is gone and like, where? When Kai said “This is kinda hot” I believe he meant it.

and the personal satisfaction Bonnie gets from this:

she looks cheeky not like she has this vicious vengeance, like nah, the Grahamwood energy stays on point.

33. Finally, what anons kept asking me about, Katherine Pierce being the Queen of hell. I am going to admit something, I think the show and the characters gas Katherine way too much, she isn’t the baddest bitch of all, I don’t think the characters are toast because she’s running hell, I don’t even think she deserves to run Hell, she’s petty, it’s not like she has master plans that completely destroy lives, she just makes things inconvenient for the core group like *ugh* I mean I guess I gotta go fix Elena because she has venom in her system, like what were the major consequences of what she did in 5x15 to Elena? Elena didn’t see Damon for an entire episode and couldn’t sleep with him immediately. Getting Jenna to stab herself was rude but the major consequence of that is Stefan and Elena breaking up. She outted the Klaroline sex and it just fractured an already fractured relationship with Tyler. The worst thing she did was cause Jeremy’s death and that wasn’t even intentional, it was just like oh well … yeah, my bad, bye. Like she’s a mean girl on steroids, that’s kind of it, she isn’t like this Badass Villain that no one can top and OMG SHE RUNS HELL. I mean Rebekah caused just as much damage as Katherine did because they’re both petty.

Overall this episode was … one of the least offensive episodes of the season, I guess. No real strong feelings about it. Sorry it took so long to review, I hope it was worth the wait :)

harmonization  asked:

Hi Kareena! So re: your tags about Clary not scrolling down on Magnus' file, you might be interested to know that there's actually an extra bit underneath that I couldn't capture in the original screenshot (found on my blog at /post/156610233626/). It's interesting that it seems like there's not much that they know about Magnus that they had to keep note of whom he associates with, PLUS that there's actually a LIGHTWOOD-BRANWELL file related to Magnus omg I'm dying to read what it says 😭

Thanks, Harmony! Link to your original post here.

I flipped it to make it a tiny bit easier to read - you’re right it does say 

Notes on Known Associations: (See also Lightwood-Branwell, We(obscured),  Ragnor Fell, New York Institute Shadowhunters, Camille Belcourt, Catarina Loss.) 

There’s a name between Lightwood-Branwell and Ragnor - We - but then Clary’s hand covers it. Any ideas anyone for a Magnus friend We-something?

@malecisright has suggested Lightwood-Branwell Wedding which works & would kind of make sense (ignoring that Known Associations isn’t the best title).

On that note, I wonder who writes these. Who hyphenated Lightwood-Branwell (a bit prematurely) and who hasn’t corrected it? I’m even more convinced there are some poor clave lowdowns trying to cobble together half-known facts and rumors to make these dossiers look half decent.

The Boy From Pallet Town: Ash Ketchum (Satoshi) from Kanto to Kalos.

Kanto: The Rookie. Ash starts as an excited but immature and naive 10 year old boy from Pallet Town.  He’s not really much of a trainer as much as he is a kid trying to be a trainer, and he’s always one step behind everyone else, especially his rival Gary Oak.  The hot-headedness and self-centered ego hinders his progress throughout his journey and he needs the guidance of Misty and Brock to help him out along the way.  Despite his flaws, Ash does have a kind and selfless heart when it comes to the well-being of Pokémon, putting his life on the line before his Pokémon in times of danger.  Overtime, he gets a better handling of battles, but still has a lot to learn.  Especially when his lucky winning streak runs out, and his neglect of handling his disobedient Charizard ends up costing him the Indigo League.

Orange Islands: The Learner. Ash is still immature as he was at the beginning of this arc, but he ends up taking a few humility lessons and battles (such as Lorelei) to deflate his ego and make up for his loss in the Indigo League.  His arc with Charizard highlights this and his battle with Drake gives him his first real full 6 vs 6 battle.  But while he may become better in terms of training and battles, so has Gary Oak, whose victory over Ash ignites an old rivalry anew.

Johto: The Experienced. The early episodes highlight a contrast of power between him and those starting out in Johto such as Casey.  The team he posses from the Kanto region could easily allow him to breeze through the Gyms without much trouble, but it has detrimental effects such as Charizard being unable to properly train to the next level with the lesser experienced Pokémon, and Ash relying on his old dependable Pokémon instead of training the new ones he caught.  Ash is not exactly mature (still has a hot-temper and can be foolish) but he is experienced enough to handle Gym battles without pity badges and is able to handle the League battles a lot better than before, culminating into beating his old-time rival Gary in a full battle.  But there are still trainers much more experienced than him such as Harrison, if only barely.

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Calling It

Calling It

Author: cascadingpearls

Prompt: “Okay so I’m in the mood for some slight angst so I was wondering if you could possibly do Everlark breaking up because of a misunderstanding but of course they get back together after it’s resolved.” (anon request) [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Rating: T

Author’s Note: This ended up a drabble, because I had some family stuff come up… hopefully I’ll be able to come back to this and flesh this out a bit more. Also this was inspired by New Girl.

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Jon, Sansa and the interlopers.

A few weeks ago a discussion about Jon and Sansa came up on Quora and one of my favorite posters gave an interesting answer that I’d like to share.

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A lot of people have mentioned the sexual tension between Jon and Sansa. Is that an intentional thing by the show-runners, or no, also why?


Kelsey L. Hayse replied with


While I’m not one to rule out a Jon-Sansa thing in the future (and to anyone who thinks this is nuts, I invite you to look at GRRM’s early notes where he had Jon, Arya and Tyrion in a love triangle; don’t tell me he wouldn’t put Jon with a “sister,” because he very nearly did and may still yet), I think whatever tension is happening now is more a factor of Harington and Turner’s chemistry, which is actually pretty strong and very evident in Jon and Sansa’s scenes. I wouldn’t even call it sexual chemistry, just noting that they gel very, very well together, much better than you might have expected from Jon and Sansa. I know a lot of people thought their partnership would be stiff or awkward and it isn’t at all. But the problem is that it’s tricky to determine if this is a natural thing between the two actors or if it’s written into Jon and Sansa’s scenes by design.

On the other hand, and this is difficult to describe, even if I think sexualizing Jon and Sansa’s partnership is a bit premature for now, I also agree that whatever is going on with them seems ever so slightly more than “just” being siblings. Jon throttling Baelish seems like a natural reaction from a protective brother, but it can also be read as a (subconscious?) visceral reaction against someone perceived as a rival for Sansa — not even (just) a sexual rival, but a rival for attention or her partnership.

I’m also curious as to what Sansa might make of a marriage suit for Jon that doesn’t include her; right now the two siblings can work with each other as a unit without an imminent threat of interlopers. They’re free to be “just” siblings. They have each other. But whatever sexual tension may be in the pipeline will probably be more immediately evident — if it’s going to be a thing — when the interlopers finally show up. If Sansa says, for example, “Sure Jon, marry Dany, it’s for the best,” then you know that their relationship will probably stay purely sibling-like. If Sansa chafes at that, then it might be evidence that there’s more to her relationship with Jon than just being his presumed sister, even if she isn’t yet aware of it. I think people will need to (try to) come between them before we figure out the full extent of what the Jon-Sansa relationship really “is.”

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I think we will see Kelsey’s theory play out in season 8. With Jon and Denise heading to Winterfell, we will get to see Sansa’s reactions to the interloper.

From what I saw in 7x7 and her obvious disgust at the idea of Jon marrying Dany, I’m almost confident that she is not going to be okay with their ‘relationship’ at all.

To me it’s already obvious that there is more to her relationship with Jon than what they are showing right now. But the interloper will make it even clearer.

What are you thoughts?

Run Away with Me Part 2: Our Son

Run Away With Me Part 2

ANOTHER SEQUEL!! This was another highly requested sequel and I’m excited for this. I hope you guys don’t mind me actually naming the baby. I was rereading the original one shot and a name just popped into my head haha. If you haven’t read part one, click the link HERE and then come back 😊 as usual, I hope you like this!! :D



Daryl was such a help for you during your recovery. You were resting a lot over the next few days and he did everything he could to allow it. The doctor in hilltop took care of your baby most of the time since he was still in a somewhat critical stage, being born a bit prematurely. But as the baby got stronger and healthier, Daryl took on a few responsibilities. Of course, he had to get you up sometimes since you were the only one who could feed him.

“I could get you one of them pump things,” Daryl had suggested, “So I could help feed him.”

The offer was so sweet but you had declined. Jesus, having taken a walkie talkie from the saviors, heard Negan say he was going to search for Daryl. The mention of Negan had made your skin crawl so you didn’t get all of what Jesus had said but apparently he had said something about “hunting Daryl down like the dumb animal he is.”

“It’s too dangerous for you to go out with Negan sniffing around,” you said. Daryl’s shoulders slumped and he started fidgeting. He hated being stuck behind these walls. He wanted to be out there with his group fighting Negan. You’d met some of his people after they’d stopped by to see how Maggie, Sasha, and Rosita were doing. They were all so nice and so understanding of your situation. Rick knew it wasn’t safe to have Daryl back in Alexandria yet. You’d rather he stayed here too. With your baby boy still not one hundred percent, you couldn’t leave here.

After another few days, you were strong and well rested enough to come outside. As you joined Daryl out by the bungalows, he was heading towards the house with a plate of food. He paused, looking down at the ground uneasily.

“Thought I’d bring you something to eat,” he mumbled.

“Thank you,” you said. You took the plate and kissed his cheek, “Let’s eat outside today, yeah?”

“Sure,” Daryl grunted. You took his hand and led him over to a bench, setting your plate down on the table and sitting him down beside you. You rested your head on his shoulder as you started eating. Daryl gently rubbed your back, “Glad to see you’re feelin’ better.”

“I feel tons better,” you replied, “Thank you.”

“How’s the baby?” Daryl asked, “Haven’t checked on him today.”

“He’s doing great, getting better every day,” you said, “Oh! I thought of a name for him today. I wanted to see what you think of it.”

“Why would you want my opinion of the name?” Daryl said, “He’s your baby.”

You lifted your head and turned his head to kiss his lips, “I know that…you’re not his birth father but…you’ve been everything a father should be. I know this might not be something you wanna take on but-”

“You want me to be his dad?” Daryl interjected.

“If…if you want to,” you said, “It’s fitting. You delivered him and you’ve taken such good care of him since then. I know he doesn’t feel like a son to you yet so I’m not gonna pressure.”

“What’d you pick for his name?” Daryl asked

“Brayden.”

“Brayden,” Daryl echoed, giving you a small nod, “I’d say that’s a perfect name. He definitely looks like a Brayden.”

There was a young man keeping watch at the gate and he broke the serenity of the moment, frantically calling out, “The saviors are coming!”

“Shit,” Daryl hissed. He grabbed you by the arm, following Maggie towards the cellars, “Come on, Y/N.”

“Wait!” you whimpered, glancing at the house, “Brayden. What about Brayden?”

“He’ll be fine,” Daryl said, tugging a little harder on your arm. The gates were opening, Negan’s people would be driving in any second. Daryl started to panic, squeezing your arm, “Y/N, come on.”

“What if they go in there?” you said, tears spilling from your eyes, “They could take him!”

“Listen, they ain’t gonna find him,” Daryl replied, “You’ve got my word, okay? Trust me.”

You looked over your shoulder at the various trucks driving in and Simon, one of Negan’s main men was getting out of one of the trucks. You knew that you and Daryl would be seen before you were even halfway to the house. You just had to hope that Simon either didn’t see the baby or didn’t realize it was Negan’s missing baby. It might be easy considering you technically weren’t supposed to give birth for another week or two. But in any case, you just had to put your trust in Daryl. He hadn’t let you down yet so you didn’t have a reason to not trust him.

“Okay,” you squeaked. Daryl took you into the cellar where Maggie was waiting and she quickly but carefully shut the door. Daryl shoved you and Maggie into a dark corner of the cellar while he peeked through the crack in the door. You took a step forward, though Maggie had a firm grip on your hand so you couldn’t get far, “Daryl, you should get back here with us. Someone could come by.”

Daryl eventually complied after ignoring you for a few minutes. The three of you were crammed into the corner behind shelves of canned goods as one of Negan’s men crept into the cellar, almost as if he knew someone was hiding in there. He only took a few cans and some fruits and vegetables before leaving. You moved away from your corner but still couldn’t leave the cellar. You were tempted to open the doors just a little to see if Simon had gone into the house but you fought the temptation and simply paced back and forth nervously.

“It shouldn’t be taking this long,” you said, “Simon found Brayden. He found Brayden and he’s going to take him away and then he’ll know we’re here and he’ll take you away from me too.”

“He ain’t gonna find him,” Daryl said. He grabbed your hand, gently pulling you from the door. He lowered his voice to a whisper, “You said you trusted me.”

“I do,” you mumbled, “It’s just hard. He’s still so fragile and I don’t want Negan getting his hands on him. Or on you.”

“Ain’t gonna happen,” Daryl said, his lips grazing your temple, “Ain’t gonna leave you. Ain’t gonna let them take our son.”

You perked up, “Our son?”

Daryl nodded, “You…you said you wanted me to be his dad, didn’t ya?”

“I did,” you said, “I just never thought you’d actually refer to him as your son. You don’t know how happy that makes me, Daryl.”

You gripped onto the collar of Daryl’s shirt and pressed your lips to his, tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks. It made you completely forget where you were or what was happening. The doors swung open abruptly and you wrapped your arms defensively around Daryl. No one would be taking him. Never.

Enid stood outside the doors, looking a little anxious but otherwise fine. She gave the three of you a nod, “They’re gone. You can come out now.”

You dragged Daryl out of the cellar, practically shoving Enid out of your way. You ran as fast as Daryl would allow you across the field towards the house. Daryl was doing his best to keep up with you, though your panic and the adrenaline was making you run faster than before, “Y/N, slow down!”

Once you reached the staircase, you did as he asked and walked calmly up the stairs towards Brayden’s nursery. He was sleeping soundly, totally oblivious to the chaos that had occurred downstairs. You smiled, leaning over his bassinet.

“He’s safe,” you whispered, “Our precious boy. You were right.”

Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist, smiling down at the sleeping baby, “I told ya he would be. I wouldn’t let a damn thing happen to you or him.”

“That guy, Jesus, he said something about the kingdom,” you said, “Maybe we should go there. We’d all be safe there. He told me the saviors do their business with the kingdom outside their walls. They wouldn’t know we were in there.”

“We’ll see,” Daryl said, “Don’t wanna make Brayden travel too far right now.”

“That’s true,” you said, “In a few weeks we can discuss it again, yeah?”

“We can discuss it, yeah,” Daryl replied, kissing your cheek, “But for now, we just gotta focus on him.”

You nodded in agreement. It was so easy to not worry with Daryl. You felt safer here with him than you ever did behind Negan’s walls. Negan may have made this baby with you but he would never be his father. Daryl was this little boy’s father no matter what happened. You just hoped one day you could repay him for all he had done and would do for you and the baby. One day.



Just some fluff to wrap up the day haha! Hope you enjoyed this sequel!

Never be alone - Part 4

First 3 parts are here, here and here or you can read it all on AO3 in one place. +

Chapter summary: Liam and Zayn are the pawns in Tanner’s game and there’s no way out, is there?

There’s nothing too graphic, it’s more what your brain would tell you, but obviously be mindful of this as you read on.

As before, alternate points of view and flashbacks in italics.  Back with another chapter soon.

(this chapter is just a few words less than 4k so some is under the cut)

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When Liam was a kid, games were fun, games were usually things like hopscotch if they wanted to be old school or sitting there till his eyes threatened to turn square from playing too many arcade games on the television.

Games can be okay still when you’re older.  Just not right now, anytime but now.

All Liam’s wanted since he got into this position, this mess, is to see Zayn again, see his face and yet now he’d give anything not to.

That’s a lie of course because he always wants to see Zayn, but he sees too much right now, the way sweat trickles down from his temple and because Zayn’s frozen in place mainly thanks to Liam yelping at him to stay where he was, he doesn’t wipe away the moisture and so it almost looks as though he’s crying.

To others, that’s probably the only outward sign that Zayn’s under stress right now, only Liam knows and can see one small vein in his forehead twitch, one tiny movement on his face and the way his eyes blink a bit faster because it’s the only thing Zayn feels safe enough to move.

“Quite the little statue aren’t we Malik?” Tanner’s voice is relaxed, playful even, the only one of out the three of them enjoying this though Liam hears Winston laughing as Tanner speaks.

Zayn says nothing, just blinks again, it’s admirable how Zayn’s breathing has slowed right down, how he doesn’t seem anxious and instead it’s Liam whose pulse quickens, and yet he’s not the one at risk of being blown up, he’s not the one at risk of dying.

Not strictly true of course, absolutely far from being strictly true actually but still if anyone’s in danger, mortal danger it’s Zayn.

As Tanner suddenly turns round to look away from the screen and looks directly at Liam, glances down at the desk and pulls open one of the drawers and picks something up from the drawer and then starts to laugh as he approaches Liam and Liam can see what he’s holding now.

Liam wonders if Tanner has some mind reading technology somehow because maybe his assessment of Zayn being most at risk was a bit premature.

“Let’s see how much of a statue you stay when I start to playing with this knife and set about redesigning your boyfriend’s face shall we?”

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Call to the Black Serpent

This rather simple ritual could easily be construed as a curse, but to label it simply as such would be a bit premature. A curse is punishment for action, and while this ritual does return any ill-will they may have inflicted upon you, its true purpose is cleansing: cleansing you of your anger (or any other residual emotions) toward them and theirs aimed at you. It is punishment for their actions, but not for their emotions – which I think is a subject often neglected when it comes to curses. While it is their actions that have hurt you, these actions stem from emotion and if that emotion is not dealt with, a curse can only correct their action via punishment (indirectly). This ritual is intended clear that resentment as much as it is to return what harm they may have inflicted on you.

The Black Serpent is fire – it is cleansing and it is destructive: it is the insatiable inferno devouring vice and it is the flaming spear that impales those who seek your destruction. It is preservation – for it is the Anchor that binds us to the physical world, so that we might face our trials and learn from these tribulations.


Ritual

The methodology for this ritual is very lax and craves personalization. I offer unto you only a generalized course of action that may be adapted in whatever way a witch sees fit. I do – however – encourage the use of fire, as (mentioned above) the Serpent is ruled by it. A personal affect or photo of he/she to whom you will dispatch the Serpent is also recommended.

To begin, light your fire – Spirit Fire would work very well – and present, before the flames, your target. Conjure the Serpent:

From the Earth – from the Depths, Hark: Black Serpent rise –
From the poisoned garden,
From the earthly cauldron,
From my shadow – born,
There is – yet – work to be done:

While the “hymn” suggests the Serpent’s lair is within the Earth, it resides at your spine (where its divine twin – the Light Serpent, your Soul/Spirit – coils around it) and anchors you thusly to the Earth. Offer to the flames the affect or photo – command the Serpent:

Go forth now – at my behest,
To the throat of my transgressor:
Wreak on them thy vicely clench – and
Dip thy poisoned-tooth to vein,
Devour at their prideful altar,
And bestow on them – my wrath,

When you feel the Spirit or energy of the other person and have developed a temporary bond, proceed:

Oh great serpent – writhing
Anchor to the middle world:
Bind the eyes –
From seeing;
Bind the tongue –
From speaking lies;
And bind the mind –
That does derive falsehoods
From my Truth,
 
Feed – O carnal beast of man,
On their deception – their predilection
For my misery,
And in thy gilded gullet –
Imbued with my redemption –
Churn the harbored hate
They hold,
And turn out – unto me
Nubile and golden
Blessings
That I might wear
As a diadem
Of Victory;

When the work is done and when you have been purged of your anger, sadness, etc., call the Serpent home:

Hark, my Shadow servant – return,
From whence you came,
Gorged on vice and anger,
To the Earth – to the Depths,
To the black specter that trails
Ever behind me –
Til’ I call on thee again.

Extinguish the fire – the working is complete.


photo source – from the book Serpentine by photographer Mark Laita