acknowledging the greats that came before

Out numbered, out gunned, never out fought

My first real attempt at a humans are space orcs story. Written on my mobile, so excuse any spelling errors, I have proof read and tried to correct, but some may have slipped through the cracks.

Queen Krillix clicked her mandibles together in anticipation as he surveyed the situation upon his scanners.

The Vespula fleet consisted of five hundred dreadnoughts, two hundred heavy support vehicles, one hundred attack fighters, and one flagship; a Nova-class heavy bomber, a type aptly nicknamed by their enemies “planet smasher”.
The fleet of the United Sol fleet however, was a dozen warships, half a dozen battle cruisers, and a hundred mongrels; ships which had previously cargo haulers, research vessels, and transport ships meant to carry colonists to new worlds, all of them had been stripped down and retrofitted with heavier weapons and armour. They were not ascetically pleasing but were serviceable enough. For humans.

From her throne room aboard the planet-smasher “Iron Sting” (loosely translated into galactic common.) the queen extended her will to her army. The hive was not of mindless drones, her soldiers could think for themselves, their intelligence, their instincts, guided the hive to victory. But their will was the queens will and the queens will was their will. She guided them, drove them, gave them reason to live. The hive without their queen was a bunch of soldiers without a cause, without desire to do anything to eat and procreate. With billions of mouths that feed already the hive was running out of food in the handful of systems their already controlled. Expansion was the only key to their survival. So the queen drove them on, ever forward, ever outward, to new worlds and new foods.

So it had passed that the hive had found this small system, with an unassuming little star. Colonised worlds and strange fleshy-bipeds running around their little homes and growing food. No armies, no defences; none that bothered the hive anyway. Not even space worthy vessels.

The hive had descended and claimed this world. There had been but a paltry resistance from the bipeds. But farmers with pitchforks and lasers were no match against a single attack ship and the well trained soldiers of the Vespula when the will of the queen was behind them.

There in the ashes of the settlement, the hive had learned the name of the bipeds; humans. They had come to learn the name of their world; New Earth. They came to learn the fleshy bipeds were not born to this planet but another.

They were much like the hive, in their own primitive way. They dominated their homeworld and had spread. First across their own system and then, when they ran out of room, to others. Anywhere they found suitable they planet their two feet and claimed it for their own. Yet they also did something the hive did not. The humans called it Terraforming; to force a world to be suitable for your kind. The science caste had put their minds to this terraforming as a way for the hive to claim more worlds. But the process was slow, taking several hundred cycles. Dozens of queens would come and go before even one world was made suitable for the Vespula. An unnecessary waste of resources for too long a goal. Expansion of suitable planets was deemed the only true way forward.

The queen acknowledged a slight kinship with the humans, despite them being fleshy bipeds of dull colouring, and the Vespula were the great insectoids of the royal black and noble yellow. Like the Vespula, they were driven as the hive was driven, by the need to grow and survive.

The feeling of kinship did not make the queen stay her tarsal claw. If anything it encouraged her. These humans were not just prey, or a nuisance, they were competition. They needed worlds and food as did the hive. They had great, ever expanding numbers, as did the hive. How long before they came to battle over territory? The queen considered and decided to strike first. These humans were primitive. They had only recently discovered the means to travel faster than light. They had strange notions of peaceful exploration and learning. They took only those worlds which were not already owned by sentient beings. This was surely a hindrance. It was a weakness, if nothing else. When something stood in the way of your food you should strike it down. It was the only way to be strong. The only way for the majority to survive. No wonder they hadn’t expanded too far.

“Status?” The queen asked and the solder of the tactician caste responded.
“Scans show no other human ships in the sector.”
Then this paltry number was their whole fleet.
“Weapons appear to be high intensity lasers. Radiation signatures on the warships and battle cruisers indicate nuclear weaponry”

Primitive. Nuclear weapons, such a barbaric people. Yet effective enough in its own way. If it were not for their shield generators the queen might have been worried.

If the humans concentrated fire on one ship at a time the humans could break the shields and take down a dreadnaught or two. Such ha tactic would have even worked against the planet smashing Nova-class vessel. But during that time they would be taking fire from every other ship around them. They would surely be destroyed before any shields collapsed.

As it was, all the Vespula ships had shields and the human weapons would crash against them as they tried to attack ten times their number. The Vespula would cut through this pitiful fleet with their quantum cannons and proceed through this Sol system, claiming every inhabitable planet along the way until they reached the human homeworld. Glory to the hive!

The queen bent her will, her fighters felt her and obeyed as her will became their own. The weapons began charging, their ships took positions for attack. In a few more seconds the humans ships would be in range of their cannons.

Then there was a voice she had not expected. “My queen.”
It came from a drone of the technician caste, manning the communications station. He seemed confused, this concerned the queen. “We are receiving a message from the flagship of the human fleet.”
Thirty seconds until the ships were in range.

The queen waved a claw dismissively. “I have no patience for long speeches about how they will not be defeated how they will make their stand and-” the technician interrupted her, another unexpected thing.
“My queen, the translator states only two words.”
The queens antennae raised upwards- the equivalent of a smile to their race. “Let me guess, ‘we surrender’?”
Ten seconds and the ships would be in range.
“No my queen.”
The queen looked at him expectantly, “no?”
The technician looked again at his screen, which had translated the strange language of the humans into a written transcript. “It says, 'Leeroy Jenkins.’”
The queen’s mandibles clicked, her antennae dropped, the signs of confusion “Leeroy Jenkins?”

The ships came into range. The human ships raced at great speed. The Vespula ships fired. The human ships did not engage them?! They did not slow to attack speeds! They did not shoot. They charged onwards. Their movement was too fast. The quantum cannons missed! The targeting combat computers of the Vespula worked best on ships that had slowed to a proper attack speed. This was the speed of fleeing, but the humans were still heading toward them?! The queen was confused as were her soldiers, but their wills were found one thought, one desire; shoot the human ships.

Some ships hit, but they were only glancing blows off the armour of the speedy and agile human vessels. Then a luck shot! One human vessel, a war ship, exploded as the quantum laser caught its nacelles. The other vessels raced past, igniting their fallen comrades. They didn’t fire against the attack fighters, they ignored the cruisers and dreadnoughts. The puny human vessels penetrated into the very heart of the seam of hive ships.

Too late the queen realised their course; they were targeting the flagship, only the flagship. HER SHIP!
“All power to shields!”

Half a dozen nuclear weapons were launched at once, less than 500ft from the hull.

Just in time did the technician pour the auxiliary power into the shield generators. The shockwaves of the explosions made the shields rumble like a violent ocean. Radiation detectors signalled that the outside of the ship was already a hotbed of fallout. Their thick hull and shields were keeping the interior safe.

A second wave of missiles were launched. A third were close behind. Before those nukes even hit their shields, the ships of the first wave were in range and launching another wave.

Where was her ships? Her soldiers? Their powerful weapons? The queen already knew the answer, the hive was too afraid of the swift and agile
Human ships. They couldn’t fire upon them for the risk of hitting the flagship.

The fourth wave of missiles impacted. Alarms signalled the collapse of the shields and radiation penetrating the outer layers of the hull.

The tiny human ships were massing again, launching their fifth strike. Nuclear missiles and lasers fired simultaneously. All their fire was concentrated one one place; the bridge.


Far and away, across the void of space. The princess Noxi was torn from her rest in her sleeping chamber. Emerging from the warmth of her cocoon she scrambled to an opening and looked to the stars. For the hive they had always been warm and inviting, promising new planets, food and resources for the glory of The Hive. Now they looked cold and frightening. Promising unknown dangers and darkness. She felt a shiver run through her thorax.

Across the hive cries went up as the realisation dawned on each member of the Vespula race. Males, females, and larvae were all feeling as one the terrible loss and grief not only of so many brothers and sisters, but their beloved queen.

Princess Noxi felt an ache in the back of her head. There was no stopping it. It began instinctively as soon as her mother had died. She felt the ache grow in intensity, almost searing her brain, as her connection to the hive grew and solidified.

Within minutes the pain faded. Queen Noxi looked upon her hive with fresh eyes. The will of the hive was her will. Her will was the will of the hive.

These Humans. Not long ago their desire had been to destroy these fleshy bipeds. They were supposed to be primitive. They were supposed to be weak. They were supposed to fall to the hive like so many had before.

The soldiers in the sol system. Her soldiers now. Their fight was on hold. Their shock was fresh. They had just witnessed the death of their queen while they’d been stuck, helpless, lest they harm the queen they were trying to protect. They needed her guidance now, more than any other in the hive. They were waiting for it. Waiting for the will of their queen to guide them.

Queen Noxi gave her will out to all of the hive across all their worlds, the billions of minds received her, “Run. Run from the humans.”

She hoped it was enough to save them.

The Advice Ladybug Needed

To be honest the whole “Marinette needs to learn to take advice” lesson in Antibug justdoesn’t sit well with me. And I wouldn’t think much of it if the whole half of the episode didn’t constantly remind me about it.

It wasn’t a bad lesson to learn, but I find it odd that of all episodes to apply it, it’s the one where it really doesn’t apply. And that in trying to point out a “flaw” for Marinette to learn and overcome, they completely missed the mark with what was actually going on…

Generally characters who refuse advice or ignore it are arrogant and overconfident in their abilities. Thus they try to do things on their own because they believe they don’t need anyone’s help.

But when Marinette refused advice the first time, she wasn’t either of those things. She wasn’t being arrogant nor is she arrogant as she’s shown in the past to be very accepting of her mistakes, and neither was she dismissive over needing help in general.

So it’s weird to have Tikki say this to her:

When prior to that Ladybug was working with Chat Noir just fine. Immediately when they realize that the akuma was among them, they moved back to back, working as one, clearly demonstrating her trust in him to watch her back.

She then entrusted Chat to take care of the Invisible One while she goes to protect Chloe.

Right after they came out of the hotel with Sabrina, she specifically made a point in telling the news reporters about what “a great team” they make so she already acknowledged Chat’s part in their success long before the lesson came into play.

And all throughout the episode in spite of how much Antibug tried to provoke Ladybug by claiming she’s useless without Chat Noir, not once does she ever get offended or deny the notion that his help isn’t crucial to her.

And what’s more after the butler revealed what went down between Chloe and Sabrina, she made sure to emphasize how he helped while thanking him, going so far as to hold his hands with both of her own and look him in the eyes while she said so.

Ladybug didn’t resent the fact that she was being given advice so much as she didn’t think it was valid because of who gave it: Chloe.

Chloe who has bullied her for four years and continues to antagonize her today. It makes sense for Chat to be confused about her refusal to listen to Chloe because he isn’t aware of the bad blood she has with her, but it’s perplexing to me how Tikki could possibly attribute Marinette’s behavior to it being a general thing rather than specifically to Chloe

Her behavior in Evillustrator pretty much foreshadowed this, that Chloe can still get under her skin even when she’s wearing the supersuit. 

And while Ladybug has very little patience for her in the first place, the interesting thing to note here is that her disdain towards Chloe alone wasn’t what made her brush her off. Instead it was clearly a progression of her patience becoming even thinner that ultimately led to that result:

  • Insistently invading her personal space 
  • Withholding information that could’ve been valuable to capturing the Akuma 
  • Finding out that she impersonated her with a news reporter
  • needlessly putting herself and the heroes in danger and making their fight even more difficult, as she distracted Ladybug with having to protect her while Chat had to mostly fight the Invisible One by himself. 

However these weren’t reasons as they were catalysts for Marinette’s personal feelings to get in the way and that was the actual problem.

It was never that Marinette doesn’t listen or that she struggles with taking advice, it was the fact that she has to learn to separate her personal feelings from her “work,” her duty, which goes into one of her biggest character flaws (which again echoes back to Evillustrator). 

It would’ve been much more understandable if instead of “you need to listen and take advice,” the lesson was “you should follow good advice no matter who gave it.” Or better yet forgo the “listening to advice” aspect and address how Marinette’s strong emotions can cloud her better judgement.

However if they wanted to demonstrate that Marinette needed to learn about taking advice or that she has a hard time listening to others they could’ve had her ignore Tikki, Chat, Alya, her parents, literally anyone who’s not Chloe Bourgeois to make a stronger point about this.

But then it falls flat when not only has this not been an issue for her in the past as shown in The Pharaoh, when Alya does the exact same thing as Chloe and tells Ladybug where the Akuma is and she listens to her no problem (and even praises her).

But also when the episode contradicts itself from everything that I’ve said above about Ladybug’s issue having nothing to do with her not being a team player or that she doesn’t listen out of stubborn arrogance despite the episode’s insistence on it being so.

Not to mention that even more pointedly, it was because Chloe interfered in Ladybug and Chat Noir’s fight, that they couldn’t work as a team.

Taking down an invisible opponent is difficult, but it would have been a lot easier together and that’s what they were doing until Chloe showed up. It was because she needed to be protected, they ended up having to fight against the Invisible One separately, which led to the both of them struggling so much.

Which is why even though this is a cute moment between them and reinforces how “Ladybug learned her lesson,” it doesn’t fit when that was never an issue between them in the first place (the exact opposite actually).

Chat Noir is her partner and her equal. She trusts him so it’s only natural that she would have no problem with following his advice, whereas it’s kind of an obvious duh for her to not be listening to someone she dislikes and has repeatedly proven in the past to be someone she should not trust.

Ultimately I want to make clear that being Ladybug doesn’t necessarily make Marinette arrogant. Even if she may act a little cocky at times, it’s not to the point where she can’t listen to someone else

Yes I understand that the episode was trying convey that she did have difficulty listening to advice. The fact that this was specifically said several times makes it undeniably the authorial intent. However the execution for that claim is less convincing when we put the pivotal scene of the first time Ladybug doesn’t listen, under the context of the relationship Marinette currently shares with Chloe.

You Are The Music In Me (Star-Lord x Reader)

Originally posted by sitvistecum

WARNING: Some mention of sibling death. 

SPOILER ALERT: It’s fluffy af and literally Peter is a huge fucking nerd.

You looked up from your book as the soft sound of music filled your ears. It was upbeat and cheery, the type of thing that felt somewhat inappropriate for the current setting, yet, a relief to hear. Beside you was a man you’d never seen before in a red leather jacket, sitting on the grass. In front of him was a pair of worn down looking headphones that he was using as a makeshift speaker to pump out music from the Walkman he held. It was a peculiar sight. You’d certainly heard people play music here before, whether it be from an instrument, or a phone, or gentle singing. But the songs had always been very mellow. And now here was this man, playing music from a device you didn’t even know they still made, in front of a plot that you’d never once seen anyone pay attention to.

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I love you and I need your in depth thoughts on DJ Otabek

Joy dies on a Thursday.

Yuri yelps as he stares at the Youtube app. Bile inches up his throat. He slides his cell phone across the dining room table to Otabek, silenced mid-sentence and staring at Yuri in concern.

“Tell me it wasn’t you,” Yuri implores over the sound of his heart breaking. Words are poison in his mouth, coating his teeth. His fingers are clenched against his palms, shaking.

“I thought we’d have more time before you found out,” the traitor intones, swiping a finger across the screen. He refuses to meet Yuri’s eyes. The truth is unhidden among the apologetic syllables. “Yuri, I-”

“How did this happen?”

“A friend dared me. It was before you knew of me,” Traitor replies. He does not say ‘before we met’. Yuri is not deaf to that silent rebuke.

“Was it all a lie?” Yuri bites out. The lights seem dim. Is this what happens when the world supernovas?

“Really Yura?” Otabek asks, a corner of his lips quirking up into a smile.


  • I can’t believe my popular (aka I put it in like everything I write) ideas of musical Otabek are true. Someone get the smelling salts.
  • Musical friends Otabek and Leo confirmed! (I knew it for so long. FOR SO LONG!)
    • Picture them venturing into record stores after practice when they skated together in California
    • Sharing music from their cultures and borrowing genres and songs
  • Pining JJ who wants Otabek to acknowledge him musically and on the ice
  • Half of his fans came for the music and then stayed for the skating
    • “Hey the hot DJ is on television!”
    • “Oh that outfit is tragic but look at his shoulders!”
  • Considering the importance of balance in skating, he’s also great at keeping music level, so the output of songs in a row are never too jarring. 
  • Refused to do any public DJ-ing until his asshole ‘mischievous’ friends could no longer find ways to make fun of him
    • If he sucked in public, that’s it, it’s over, those are the stories they would tell at his funeral
  • Imagine Yuri visiting Kazakstan and goes out partying with the Otabek friend group
    • Yuri has no idea what’s coming and is in a permanent state of shook via strobe lights and Otabek’s tight t-shirts
    • Returning to Russia: “I HIT THE JACKPOT” 
  • Yuri is 110% convinced Otabek Altin is his reward for all the bullshit he has to put up with. He’s so cool
    • Cue awkward friendship/courtship over offers to help figure out music for the next season
Change of Plans: Part Two

A/N: And here is the other half of this fic. I got an amazing response and I am so grateful to anyone who left any comments. Thanks to @themcuhasruinedme again for helping me out on this.

Word Count: 2106

Requested by anon:  Hello there ! I was wondering, do you think you could write a angsty Bucky x Reader where he dumps her like trash and she ends up falling in love with Wolverine but Bucky’s also in love with her, please

Warnings: Cheating, a bit of angst, maybe as curse word idk

Part one

Looking at the mirror in front of you, you smoothed out you dress and let out a long sigh. Logan was supposed to be there in 30 minutes and to say you were nervous would be an understatement.

Hearing a knock on you door, you let out a noise of acknowledgment before Jean came in and smiled at you. “You look great Y/N. I’m glad you decided to go out with Logan.” She said, her face glowing with pride.

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anonymous asked:

Jimin didn’t waste hours of his time making an entire video on IMOVIE (even I have that shit on my phone) about his romantic gateway to japan with his husband (yes jikook are married/engaged it’s been decided- not by me but by them they’re too obvious I can’t deny them anymore) for y’all to be saying it’s fanservice or less special because he acknowledged it.... jimin who has 102020920202020 of videos and pics we’ve never seen before of the members (and his husband especially) on his phone (1)

(2) decided to grace the universe and existence itself (so y’all better be thankful to our lord and savior and stop discrediting and saying this nonsense) with a VERY SHORT like SUPER FUCKING SHORT video of possibly 0.00000009% of their time and activities there…. I thought we wouldn’t get shit and I came to terms with that but jimin who loves his fans (and jungkook) was kind enough to post that because they had a great fucking time and wanted to let the world know how much fun they had +
(3) lowkey how in love they are…. if they were a boy and a girl and they posted that everyone would be like omg so cute boyfriend and girlfriend but cause it’s two boys everyone is discrediting as just friends because they weren’t downright sitting on each other’s laps in an airplane???? Did people forget that they sit every other time together anyway??? Okay obviously we just don’t know what jikook are (but low key they are something even god can’t deny that shit) but this adorable boyfriend
(4) video cannot be done dirty and be passed as “brotherly” or make fans insecure…. either jikook are those two friends who act in love but are just friends or they are in love easy as that. But the fact is- that fucking video is NOT “fanservice” (jimin just decided to grace our stupid asses) and that video DOES NOT discredit the fact that japan trip was lowkey (high key) a romantic gateway. There. Done. Now y’all can chill about the video. It’s a blessing. It’s cute. Not fanservice. Just cute

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

you summed it up perfectly. no words. this si everything i want to say. 10/10.

Creepypasta #1201: Social Life

Length: Super long

I live in the last small apartment remaining on a row of freshly-built fraternity and sorority houses that basically form a parade of epic parties every night. The social envy I feel here is still overwhelming, but it was actually the loneliness that drove me to make a deal with a devil for popularity—literally. Thanks to his power, during our deal everything I wrote online became real. It sounds like a wonderful thing, right? Heed my warning.

When I first saw him, he looked like a businessman, complete with slicked-back hair, a sharp suit, and a faux grin, but somehow I got the sense that his appearance was a show put on for foolish marks. In a thick but vague foreign accent, Malcolm said, “Welcome. Please, sit down.”

I possessed a foggy idea of having picked up his business card and contacted him, but I couldn’t remember exactly when. I also couldn’t really remember the trip to that random diner. Confused, but trying to be confident, I asked, “So you’re a social media consultant?”

He gave a slow nod, and his eyes never left my face. “You wish to expand your circle of friends online and therefore your popular appeal?”

“Yeah!” I leaned forward on one elbow. “It’s maddening, you know? I see these parties outside my apartment, and because I transferred here I don’t even have a single friend!”

“You never tried attending one of these gatherings?” Malcolm asked, evaluating me.

“I did.” I grimaced. “But I didn’t really know anyone, so I was just wandering alone in a crowd. Afterwards I always see posts online about the incredible night everyone had—everyone but me. It’s driving me crazy. What’s the point of college if I don’t actually do anything new or fun?”

His default grin widened subtly. “Spencer, I think I can be honest with you. You enjoy science fiction and fantasy works, yes?”

Warily, I nodded.

His face sharpened with an approximation of human pleasantry. “Well, Spencer, I am not a social media consultant. I am a demon.”

I nearly spat out my coffee. When had I ordered coffee? Putting the mug down, I clarified: “Like a classical religious demon?”

“I existed before religion,” he said with a small laugh. “But it was good business. As the world changes, I am now attempting to expand into newer human vices.”

“I have read books,” I told him, standing up and pushing my chair back to leave. “It’s always a trick. I am not going to give you my soul. Not for anything.”

He raised an apologetic hand. “No, no, nothing so dramatic as that. This is just a pilot program for a new market. Please, hear me out. We can work something out that gets both of us what we want.”

I almost left—but thoughts of parties, girls, and adventures pushed me back down into my seat. “So what is that you want?”

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Further Notes On Jon

Because I’m still having ideas.

  • I once read a description of Jon that described him as ‘the most bitter, full-of-himself atheist possible but he’s got a hellfire preacher’s soul’ and…yep, that sums up my version too. A background of pretty thorough religiously-justified abuse coupled with a flair for the dramatic is probably responsible for both.
  • Has never even made an effort to lose the Georgia accent, and will double down on it if people point it out/are in any way dicks about it.
  • Is really very fond of Harley Quinn. Part of this is a mentorly thing - she was one of his students, once, in undergrad, even if it was right in the run-up to his being fired and she’d only just started college - but also they just plain get along. Harley takes people as they are, she doesn’t judge, and she’s a wonderfully warm, fun, uplifting person to spend time with. Jon is…none of these things, but for some reason Harley likes him, and he’s not going to question his own good luck. Well, not out loud, anyway.
  • I am breaking with the tradition of most other Human Disaster Jons in that this version…still has some pretty massive issues around sexuality. Almost all of these can be blamed on Great-Granny Keeny, may she burn in hell, and the fact that Jon’s sexuality got him punished a lot. Add that to his dysphoria issues (he’s had top and bottom surgery since, but he’s still self-conscious about the scars) and really awful body image on account of all the bullying and…yeah, lots of sex-related anxieties and repressions there. He will, however, cheerfully talk about said repression and anxiety because by making other people feel awkward by talking about it, he automatically becomes the dominant party in any given conversation and thus wins.
  • Has got his pet raven Nightmare, and started trying to acclimatise himself to crows while still in college. By the time he was teaching, he’d more or less succeeded and could harness them himself.
  • I think I am going to steal the E24 idea that Jon wanted to start out as a vigilante, but ended up a supervillain…largely because he started by going after a student’s abusive boyfriend and went really, horrifyingly too far. As in ‘locked in the basement and used as a test subject’ too far. I’m sorry, it’s just too good an idea not to use. He does still tend to go after people he thinks deserves it when finding his targets. It’s just that that definition is…maybe a bit broader than most people would agree with.
  • Has suffered from panic attacks, night terrors, insomnia and serious anxiety issues pretty much since before he even got out of Georgia. Everything before he came to Gotham is one seething mass of Do Not Want that he, despite knowing better, just…does not acknowledge. Well, did not acknowledge while he was still teaching/had his life more-or-less together. These days he makes a lot of snarky remarks about it and gets combative when it’s brought up in therapy at Arkham. And he knows enough that it’s difficult to tell a very bleak joke from an informed diagnosis.
  • The first thing he did after his great-grandmother died was cut his hair, put on his great-grandfather’s clothes and burn the chapel/aviary to the ground. It was the most wonderfully freeing feeling in the world.
  • Is a complete thrill-seeking adrenaline-junkie and has been for years, to the point of having indulged in some pretty self-destructive behaviour even before he turned supervillain.
Three More Days

Lafayette x Reader

‘Three more days of this shit’ you thought to yourself as you sat on the floor of the living room.

You had a deadpanned look on your face. It was all that you could do from murdering everyone here.

Angelica and Eliza were sitting across from you, ignoring everyone else in favor of the movie that was currently playing.

Peggy was crammed into the armchair next to you, her headphones in and her eyes closed.

The other four in your group were fighting in the kitchen. Again.

Well, maybe more of debating then fighting. But still. It was getting annoying.

Basically Alex was angry and the others were drinking which ended up with them getting angry too.

All you wanted was to have a nice vacation with your group of friends before you and your boyfriend, Lafayette, moved back to France.

You knew it was just how they were, but it was getting tiring.

“Just three more days,” you said, taking a deep breath.

Peggy snorted and turned around in her chair. Angelica and Eliza gave you a pitying look before turning back to their movie.

“I’m going for a walk,” you said.

“Good luck.”

You gave a grunt of acknowledgement and proceeded to walk out of the vacation house that you were staying in.

Wandering down to the river nearby you took a deep breath of the fresh air and removed your shoes.

The water felt good as it washed over your feet. A soft breeze tickled your hair, along with the leaves in the trees behind you.

It was a great stress reliever.

Footsteps came from behind you. It was your boyfriend.

“There you are mon amour,” he said to you, smiling.

You smiled softly, letting him plant a soft and loving kiss on your lips.

No words were exchanged as you looked out across the bank of the river.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly. You sighed and shrugged.

“As good as I can be I guess,” you admitted to him.

He nodded. He placed another kiss on the top of your head.

Silence feel between the two of you.

“I’m sorry.”

You turned around to face Lafayette, a confused look on your face.

“What for?” you questioned. “If you think I’m mad about the stuff going on inside I’m not. Just annoyed.”

He shook his head.

“I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m taking you away from your life here, just because I want to go back to France.”

He wrapped his arms around you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I’m making you change everything. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You shook your head.

“You silly man,” you replied, running your fingers against his cheek.

“You’re not making me do anything I don’t want to. I want to go to France with you.”

You kissed him softly.

“I wouldn’t be able to live here without you anyway Laf. I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

The waves from the river rolled up to your feet, splashing your calves. You grinned and glanced at your boyfriend.

“Let’s play!” you said, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the water.

You splashed him with some water and he started at you.

“You’re going to regret that,” he laughed at you. You yelped and started to run away.

Unfortunately you weren’t fast enough and he caught up to you. He grabbed you around your waist and pulled you into him.

He used one hand to cup your cheek and capture your lips in a loving kiss.

“I can’t wait to start a new life with you Y/N.”

“I can’t wait either.”

I wrote this whole thing in a notebook during government class lmao

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Seventy-Three

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

“Father?” Loki turned his head to see Nafi approaching him almost warily. “Can I speak to you of something?”

Loki turned to face his son properly and away from the water he had been looking out on while he thought to himself of all that had been discussed during the family’s time on Svartálfheim. “What is it, son?” He smiled kindly.

“I wish to stay.” Loki stared blankly back at him. “I wish to remain behind here on Svartálfheim when you, mother and the others return to Asgard.”

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anonymous asked:

helooo, could you hint me to good Sam/Jack fic? i finished reading "the dreams we left behind" which i saw you shared a couple of days ago on here and i kinda figured you're the right person to ask for more? thxxxx

I bet you thought you were asking me a simple question with a simple answer, right Anon? Ha! I am generally incapable of brief answers. If a normal person would write three paragraphs, I will probably write three pages. That’s why this ask took me so long to answer. I’ve been working on this post on and off for weeks!

So…I might be able to point you in the direction of a few good Sam/Jack fics. ;-) Check my Stargate fic rec tag, for starters…

And now, FINALLY, here is a superlong list of my favorite Sam/Jack authors and stories, in no particular order. Note that for every one of these authors, I recommend pretty much anything they’ve written; the stories I mention here are my favorites.

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It’s A Tradition! (X-mas Prompt)

Requested by an anon

Summary: It’s the holidays and batmom is having a hard time trying to remind everyone of that.

Warning(s): Mild Language, Featuring an Angry Batmom, FLUFF

The clock sitting on the table read seven o’clock, so why was chaos already brewing outside your bedroom door? Didn’t the world know you needed sleep? Or more specifically your children?? There wasn’t yelling, that was the weirdest part, just heavy, running feet racing through the halls.

With a groan and a rather heavy sigh you pulled yourself out of bed before making your way over to the door. You waited with your hand on the door knob until you heard the heavy feet approaching again. Then you whipped the door open and quickly stood yourself in the hallway. Glaring daggers and hands already on your hips, your presence made Stephanie stop in her tracks, followed by a Damian and a Tim.

You didn’t have to say anything, you perfected your evil eye with Dick, one look from the evil eye and he’d behave like an angel. Unfortunately, you had to carry your evil eye down from child to child.

“Mom! Sorry! Did we wake you?” Tim gave a guilty smile, hoping if he acted innocently enough you’d let them off the hook.

“What do you think, Mr. Detective?!” You grumbled, your voice still groggy, “What are you hooligans doing??”

“She put makeup on Alfred!” Damian oh-so-gladly pointed fingers and tried to pull Stephanie’s hair.

“Stop it!” you pulled him away as Steph whined and rubbed her scalp.

Standing Damian in between you and the other two you looked to Stephanie, “Steph, what’d you do?”

“I thought it’d be cute,” she explained, taking the victim out of her pajama shirt.

Taking the cat from her and stifling a laugh as you saw the drawn eyebrows and lipstick on poor Alfred, you handed him back to Damian and turned to Steph.

“That’s rather cruel Steph, makeup reacts to animals differently than it does to us, please don’t do it again. Put makeup on Tim instead! As long as you don’t wake me up!”

Tim’s eyes went wide as you threw him under the bus and Stephanie laughed, “Okay (Y/N), sorry, and sorry Damian.”

With the situation dissolved you went back to your room to dress for the day. It was the first Sunday in December, nothing was in your calendar for the day and that meant Christmas decorating! Just thinking about it put a smile on your face as you happily headed down to the kitchen.

You grabbed breakfast before wandering around the house, finding Bruce putting on his coat, “Where in the heck are you going?! And where the heck is everybody else?!”

Bruce’s eyes met yours as he smiled, seeing you were finally up. He smoothed out his jacket and walked over to you, giving you a small and loving kiss to you.

“I have to go to the office. Jameson said something about a malpractice lawsuit against the hospital,” He offered a small shrug and a sigh.

“On a Sunday?”

“I still have to go. And Tim went to the mall with Damian and Steph, something about having to make something up to Damian. Uh…and I think Dick and Cass went to go…to the movies,” Bruce shrugged and opened the front door.

You sighed and shook your head, yet again another case of “master detective literally knows nothing”, but you knew he chose to ignore them all while they yelled their destinations as going out the door.

“But what about Christmas decorating?”

“I’m sure Alfred can help you with it, now I really have to go, hun.”

“But,” the door shut and you frowned, “It’s a tradition…”

You pouted slightly and called Jason, you knew if you could guilt any one of your children into helping you with something - it’d be Jason, but of course, you called him right in the middle of a book which meant he wasn’t leaving his apartment until he finished it. After hanging up from Jason you texted Barbra, but she was busy helping her own family decorate.

So you and Alfred tackled decorating the inside of the mansion and in an impressive two hours, it was done. The whole place looked great, but it didn’t feel great. There was no holiday music blaring at full volume, no fighting, no explanations of how capitalism is the root of all evil, none of the usual banter you had grown to love.

And so it continued through the month of December. Days came and days passed and yet still, none of your family, not even your husband, appeared to acknowledge that it was Christmas time. You and Alfred even decorated the outside of the mansion without help from the much more athletically capable family members.

With each passing date you became a little more depressed and agitated. Five days before Christmas you arranged a small dinner and made it mandatory for every single member of your family to be there. It was evident to you by this point in the month it was the only way to get your family together and force some traditions down their throats. Dinner went about as smooth as dinners usually go for the family but you enjoyed it like that.

After dinner was over and everyone helped with clean up like you always required, everyone started to go their separate ways, just seeing it in action once again made your blood boil.

“Where the hell are you going?!” Your voice shocked them all, even Alfred.

Every single one of them looked at you, “Oh no! You’re not going anywhere! I am SO sick and tired of everyone walking out and leaving me alone! Not this time! Do you guys even know it’s fucking Christmas?!” Now their eyes went wide, rarely having heard their mother swear, let alone drop an F-bomb.

“Everyone is going to sit their god damn asses in the movie room and we’re going to watch all the god damn Christmas movies there are! I don’t care if we have to sit in there every night until Christmas to watch them all!” You huffed heavily, the anger swirling inside you so viciously your anger quickly turned to tears.

“All I wanted was a nice holiday time spent with my lovely family, but this past month I’ve barely seen any of you! The only one I’ve done Christmas things with is Alfred! But I’m not - I refuse to let this Christmas tradition go. If you all care about me and this family, you’ll watch some movies with me, it’s a tradition.”

You looked at your family members, waiting for a response. Quite a few of them sighed heavily and Tim rubbed viciously at his eyes, Tim could never hold himself back when he saw someone else crying(outside of the cowl that is), let alone his adopted mother.

“I’ll make the popcorn,” Damian announced in an angered voice and set off for the kitchen as a few of them nodded and dispersed to gather movie-watching materials.

Bruce was the only one left standing in your presence as you dried your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Kiss me,” He demanded roughly and you furrowed your eyebrows.


His mouth curled into a small smirk as he pointed up at the mistletoe hanging in the doorway of the dining room, “it’s a tradition.”

You shook your head smiling and reached up, grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him deeply before heading to the movie room.

anonymous asked:

Pretty sure Harry will cause well there's no other way now is there since you're all disappointed cause you really think HARRY of all people purposely ignored a flag and wanted to make people feel shit at his show. Smh

well, good for harry if he does wave a BLM flag, if he learns from this/if he realizes what transpired tonight and how it affected his fans.

and if people feel like shit for not putting up a BLM flag at the show, for dropping it to the floor before they even got into the venue, for taking a picture with it to seem ~woke~ and then not lifting it up when the time came….. then good. 

do i actually think harry purposely ignored a flag? i sure fuckin hope not he didn’t. someone said he smiled at the flag. so…. baseline acknowledgment. great. cool. i choose to believe that tidbit because i like to see the good in situations.

but most of all, don’t fucking make people feel bad for being disappointed in harry or for being disappointed in the fans at tonight’s show, especially if said disappointment comes from black fans of harry. they have every right to feel the way they do, and if you’re so fucking bothered by it, examine yourself, anon.

“Arrow” is doing it’s best to try and cram itself into all sister shows, making it the core of the universe, but the honest truth is: it doesn’t work

It doesn’t work due to the lack of consistency and the convoluted storylines.

The “Legends of Tomorrow” works good on it’s own, because it’s a timeline show, they are not committed to one place and time, and have their own story with the Time Masters.

The Flash” works on it’s own, because of the fact that they are concentrated on Barry Allen’s story as the The Flash, with his team, and issues with meta-humans, time travel, and are constantly introducing heroes and villains (although, if the villains could actually stay alive, that would be great).

“Supergirl” works on it’s own, because it is it’s own show before it came to the Flarrow Universe, and when things were set up with the Flash to do a crossover, they performed it flawlessly without messing the timeline and is on another Earth.

“Arrow” on the other hand, refuses to properly acknowledge the existence of meta-humans, refuses to acknowledge mysticism properly, killed off Amanda Waller, head of ARGUS, and doesn’t even deal with the core of it’s show - human villains. Arrow went from Oliver’s adventures with his family and his team, to Felicity and her adventures. 


This white face comes from three generations of my Romani family living in Wisconsin as “Hungarian immigrants”, refusing to acknowledge their heritage, marrying strictly white people, and even scrubbing their faces and hair with lemon juice to try to lighten their brown skin. It wasn’t until last year that my grandfather gathered his wife, seven children, 27 grandchildren and 12 great grandchildren around to “come out” to us as Rroma and tell us about his family and the horrors they faced. He told us about how they fled, his mother with him in her womb, to Wisconsin just before the Holocaust, and how every day his 6 year old sister came home crying every day because she had slightly darker skin, a long nose, and heavy eyebrows. How his mother would lather her children in sunscreen, make them wear floppy hats and long clothes to protect their skin from darkening any more. His sister would scrub her skin with lemon, and soak her hair in lemon and peroxide to lighten it. No more! No more whitewashing of my people! Today is International Roma Day, and I will not silence my culture any longer. OPRE RROMA!!!


Anonymous said: could i please request small snippet stories of hanni calling will ‘pup’ because he finds their age difference amusing and will’s chagrin at him doing so in public even more funny, alpha/omega. i love you and your writing! happy weekend

Will stopped short, and flushed hotly from the looks that he was receiving from the scandalized customers in the sundae shop. 

What had Hannibal just called him? Surely he’d imagined it. That murmured endearment. 

The people who’d overheard— they’d misheard. Hannibal did speak with an accent, after all. It was unthinkable that his mannerly alpha would’ve said something like that, especially in public. 

Hannibal held his hand tightly as they stepped out into the bright August sun, not caring that he couldn’t eat one-handed. His hand was getting numb from the cold, Will eventually mumbled, unable to help the way his complaint came across as a whine.

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anonymous asked:

What did you think of Taylor Swifts new album?

I love it so much. I don’t think it will be as timeless as her other albums but it’s a great album. She really can do no wrong for me. I really think the album has something for everyone on it. I love hearing Taylor acknowledge some things about herself that she really hasn’t before. And I like that the songs dealing with relationships are more happy than usual cause of Joe. I’m secretly praying she’s gonna make this a visual album and give every song a video cause if any album can handle one and pack an punch it’s this one. Oh and I nearly spat out my tea first time I heard TIWWCHNT and her cackle came it. It’s brilliant. I live.

and that is what I call, real music

Dedicated to emilytheilish; thank you for the wonderful prompt!

This is very long – 3.5 k words. It just became a monster on its own. Hints of tsustar. 


Prompt: you’re the drummer for my brothers band and i find you really hot AU


Because it’s Blackstar.

That was honestly the reason she had never gone to any of his concerts.

The first few times she was invited to “hang out” when they still jammed in the garage, she passed up the opportunity to instead read a book, perhaps study – anything that wasn’t being stuck in a stuffy space with four pubescent boys for their silly ruckus of which they called music.

The first few gigs they got, her father had even begged she went with her adoptive brother, because he was too busy with who knew what. But she had stubbornly put her foot down at the tender age of fourteen, refusing to go with a stubbornness so alike her mother that even Spirit had given up. After all, her argument was compelling: you adopted him, not me, so if you’re not going, then I’m not, either!

And that was the end of that discussion.

Once their stupid band began to pick up publicity (Death City, she groaned, because four pubescent boys couldn’t think of a better name to title their ruckus) she had been invited, by not her father – but her friends, who were initially mortified by her new brother, were now tittering with the very idea of seeing the blue-haired gorilla yelling into a microphone with his electric guitar slung over his shoulders.

Because it’s Blackstar.

That’s why they went.

And that’s why Maka stayed the hell away.

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To Meet Again (Clexa)

Clarke stared at the small metal box in her hands. She couldn’t believe she had actually done it she had taken the Flame. Clarke had barely made it out of Polis on Lexa’s favorite horse before she heard the trumpets blaring that could only mean trouble for her.  She didn’t know Titus’ fate and if Clarke really thought about it she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was the small chip that lay inside her jacket.

Clarke pulled open the small box and opened it to reveal the chip with the scared symbol on it, the same one she had seen on Lexa’s neck just a few days ago.  Clarke stared at the chip for longer than she should have and looked up to see smoke billowing from Polis Tower. Everything would change now, Ontari would take the throne with or without the chip and Clarke was the only one who could stop it.

Clarke closed the metal box and put the chip carefully back inside her jacket. She took one last long look at the city she once held so close to her heart and knew that it would never be the same. Clarke gave her horse a gentle kick and took off into the woods to try and find the last remaining nightblood, Luna.

Clarke rode for hours, trying to put as much distance between her and the city as possible. But as night fell she knew that she and her horse needed a rest. She made camp with a small fire and sat up looking up at the night sky for a long while. Clarke remembered being up there and looking down here. She remembered thinking of trees, air, and freedom. Clarke sighed and felt a warm tear slide down her face, none of that meant anything to her now. All that mattered was the small chip in the box that was her only reason to keep going. Clarke needed one last touch, kiss, or even word that she could hold onto. This world was harsh, but for just a short time she had known peace in the chaos and that had been ripped away from her.

Clarke lay back, her breathing shallow as silent tears now slide down her face. She took out the small box again and pulled out the chip. She held it in her fingers and stared at it, trying with everything she had to imagine Lexa, alive and with her. Clarke put the chip on her chest, just over her heart and just thought of Lexa. She thought of her voice and her warm skin. Clarke didn’t feel herself drifting off but the next thing she knew she was in Lexa’s room. The sunlight was fading and the golden hour made the room shimmer.

“Hello Clarke.” Clarke’s heart stopped in her chest as a familiar voice spoke behind her. She turned so quickly she almost lost her balance. Lexa stood in front of her, not in her warrior clothing, but in the nightdress she had seen her in right after the battle. Her face was perfect and her hair flowed over her shoulder in loose curls. “I’ve missed you.” There was a sad smile on Lexa’s face but no tears.

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A Letter To Future College Applicants

Written by Olivia Hart // Photo by Analisa

There comes a certain age for teenagers at which people - be it family, friends, or just randoms - start to ask, “So, what are you planning on doing with your life?” I’ve been on both sides of the question, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can think of to talk about with someone. However, that doesn’t make it any less annoying. I don’t even know what I’m going to eat for dinner tonight; how am I supposed to know when I’m graduating from college? If you’ve ever felt the same way, fear not - you are not alone.

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