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.

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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anonymous asked:

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
Seventeen Reaction To Thinking Their S/O Doesn't Love Them Anymore [Performance Unit]

Originally posted by spoilerhoshi


Originally posted by imemegines

The8: Aka fucking bias wrecker he’s one to show his feelings easier if he’s sad or feeling down you know. He may not say anything but its obvious that he isnt acting like his usual self. He’ll act as If nothing is wrong and go on like it’s a regular day. Once he’s behind closed doors he’ll let everything out. He just cares about you a lot and maybe deep down inside he’s just afraid of losing you (wow I’m getting emo rn) he puts himself down and acts like he’s not good enough so his insecurities cloud his judgement and he takes your actions towards other people out of portion. He tends to distance himself heck maybe he’ll just flat out ignore you even if your right in front of him. Like they say distance makes the heart grow fonder. At this moment he’s not sure how he feels or exactly what to say so he feels distancing himself from you is the best choice. Obviously that doesn’t float your boat. One of the many reasons he likes you is because you are a great listener. It was obvious he was hurting so you visited the studio he was dancing when you walked in he didn’t stop the music until he finished. You sat in the corner and patted the spot next to you for a while he didn’t look at you or acknowledge you in anyway but you grabbed his hand and told him it was okay and that’s all he needed before he came clean about how he was feeling. It all had him confused but you were there to clear it up and let him know that your love for him grows stronger and stronger each day.

Originally posted by 00-05-18

Jun: My baby Jun he’s a rather quiet person it seems (but then again they don’t let my baby shine like he doesn’t deserve the disrespect but ANYWAY) since he’s a quiet person it would take sometime to actually realize that he’s been acting weird. He’d just send a lot of dirty looks your way when you weren’t paying attention especially when you where interacting with other males *cough*seventeen memebers*cough* in your relationship it doesn’t take a lot to make him jealous. Jealousy is the main reason for him doubting your love. It also doesn’t help how protective he is he’d try to keep you away from any other male. Hands on your waist 24/7 he becomes extra clingy when he feels that mayhe you too are drifting apart. Eventually he’d sit down with you and tell you what’s been on his mind although it wasn’t easy he knows that good communication makes a good relationship.

Originally posted by hosoeks

Dino: Aka my child. He would just be one to mope around with a pout on his face and when someone asked what was wrong he would just shake his head. He’s been really busy with the group and you of course have your own life and hectic schedule so the phone calls were short and the text were rare.He felt as if the two of you were drifting apart. He blamed most of that on himself. Him being the one to usually end the call first or replying to yiur text 2 days later. He wouldn’t talk as much he’d just slowly walk behind the rest of the group if they went somewhere. The members would try to cheer him up but he’d just give them a sad look and a little smile he didn’t want them to worry especially if he was just being silly over a mere thought. He’s young and new to the whole concept of a relationship so he wouldn’t approach the situation when the two of you talked. You would literally have to beg him to tell you what’s wrong. He was nervous and stumbled over his words it was weird for him to be practically pouring his heart out and you just looking at him through the screen. He didn’t doubt your love beacuse he felt that you couldn’t handle his lifestyle he just needed reassurance that you were still there for him.

Originally posted by kwontv

Hoshi: My Boi Soonyoung again someone who thinks it’s their fault. He thinks that you got tired of him or that maybe you guys have been spending to much time together lately. He just knows that soon his schedule is going to get so hectic that your time together will be minimal. He’d be way more calm less bubbly and happy. (No more aegyo bro). When the members ask him a question he’d just shake his head or grunt out a sound he wouldn’t look people in they eyes either he’d eyes focused on his hands or the ground just deep in thought wondering if he was just overreacting or if that’s how you really felt. Maybe he’d keep his feelings to himself for a while but one day just just walk through the door of the dorm and he just burst pouring out all his feelings and how he’s been feeling maybe shed a tear or two it’s just that he’s been feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. But once you told him how ridiculous he was being and how much you love and appreciate him it would be like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders.

A/N : I can barley explain my own feelings why tf am I trying explain somebody else’s. Excuse my mistakes b/c Ik there’s plenty and hopefully this isn’t TOO bad. Does this really even classify as a reaction b/c I don’t know wtf I’m doing.
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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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

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.


I’ve been raising my hand at my home group as a newcomer, but not saying my name because I feel like then they have to hear too much of me (lol).
But last night I finally did, before I did the chips. We’ve been having just a ton of newcomers get chips the past two weeks, and it’s great. I finished giving out the 30, 60, 90 days, 6 month, and 9 month chips along with a hug. And right before I finished, a lady who I didn’t know came up and hugged me, because I identified as a newcomer. I wanted to cry, it was so fucking sweet.

Did I get acknowledged? Did someone actually see me?


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 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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Title: Tidepools (1,107 words)
Pairing: (light) Jotaro/Rohan
Rating: G/PG (warning for sex mention but otherwise 100% innocent)
Summary: Rohan helps Jotaro with his thesis research.

Rohan wasn’t entirely sure why he’d let Kujo Jotaro into his house, but there he was in his living room, taking up entirely too much room on the couch across from Rohan’s armchair.

“I need a favour,” Jotaro said. Almost as an afterthought, he slid a thick envelope across the table between them toward Rohan. “Please.”

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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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“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. 

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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My first attempt at a one-shot kind of thing. I know she didn’t ask for it, but this is for @undiscoveredstory. Your writing everyday makes mine. I got this prompt from this list, so if you have a request, feel free to send me one!

10.“Teach me how to play?”

“Alexander, please take a break mon cher.”Laf begged him for the umpteenth time from his doorway. He’d been in the zone, his flow allowing him to finish nearly all of this weeks homework within just a few hours of them being home. He simply couldn’t stop just because Laf was bored.

“I’m not stopping Laf. I’m on a roll. I can get it all done tonight if I don’t take a break, I just know it. Then I can get a jump start on next weeks work.” Laf sighed heavily.

“Oh well. I suppose I will have to be the one to break it to your dearest Laurens that you cannot make it down for game night…”At this, all of Alex’s scribbling ceased.

“John’s here?” He asked. With a hint of knowing in their eyes, Laf simply nodded, playing up to their trump card.

“Oui. He’s been here for the past hour, waiting for you to come down, but alas.” Laf gestured dramatically at him. If  Alex had known John had been here, let alone for an hour, he would have taken a break. It was worth it. John was always worth it.

“I suppose I can come down for one round…” And with that, Lafayette was pulling him down the stairs, where the sight of John and Hercules setting up some kind of board game met them. When John saw him, he smiled brightly and Alex about melted into a puddle on the stairs.

“You were able to get him down here? I’m impressed.” Herc acknowledged them as they came downstairs. Laf let out a huff before sitting down next to him.

“It was not easy, mon grand. It took Laurens bribery to get him down here.” They groaned into Herc’s massive shoulder. John gave Alex a disapproving look.

“You only took a break because I was here? Really Alex?” Alex just shrugged before plopping down next to his boyfriend.

“You’re worth it.”he stated simply before pecking John on the cheek. Hercules took great offense to that.

“Oh and we’re not good enough for you to take a break?” He asked, fake hurt smeared across his face. Alex just rolled his eyes.

“I’m not dating you two. I’m dating John.” he declared before gesturing to the board in front of them. “So what’s all this, then?”

“It’s monopoly. Ever played?” John asked, handing Alex some strange fake money. He shook his head.

“Nope.” Then with big puppy eyes, “Teach me how to play?”

John definitely couldn’t say no that face.

An hour later, John wished he had said no to that face, as Alexander had claimed pretty much the entire board and all of them were in some kind of debt to him.

“This is fun.” Alex had hummed happily next to him. John just shook his head.

“This sucks.” Herc grumbled, pretty much accepting his loss. He poked Laf’s chest in play anger. “You just had to make him take a break, didn’t you?”

“Me? It was you who suggested monopoly!” Laf cried back, tackling Herc into the carpet. They both tumbled down laughing, their lost game long forgotten. John watched the two of them and shook his head. Before he could get a word in, Alexander’s head was on his shoulder, those same puppy dogs eyes staring up at him.

“Hey John?” he asked innocently enough, and John fell for it.

“What is it, baby girl?” He asked, rubbing the smaller boys back. Alex leaned in close, to where his lips were brushing Johns ear and making him shiver. And then he whispered.

“Pay your fucking taxes.”

Jhené Aiko Unwraps A Special Gift For Tupac’s Birthday

Tupac Shakur has an everlasting influence. Had the hip-hop icon’s life not been cut short at the age of 25, he would’ve turned 44 on Tuesday, Jun. 16. Yet even though he was murdered at such a young age, ’Pac has provided a lifetime of inspiration for future generations.

Jhené Aiko was only an 8-year-old, when Tupac died on Sept. 13, 1996, but after she saw the 2003 documentary “Tupac: Resurrection” she was affected forever.

Aiko often acknowledges ’Pac on his birthday, but this year she decided to share her gifts with the world, exclusively through MTV News. To celebrate Shakur, Jhené recreated three classic Tupac photos with photographer Danny Williams. 

MTV: You recreated three iconic Tupac photos, that we’ve debuted here today. When did you get the inspiration to recreate these?

Jhené Aiko: I would say like a few years ago. It’s been a few years, but every birthday of his I always want to do something. I feel like I have to give his legacy some type of present. It started off, one time I did a video shoot where they spread his ashes. And it was a coincidence that I was there that day, we were all like, “Wait a minute, this is Tupac’s birthday and we’re here on the same beach.” So after that, it’s been several years since then and every year I want to do something. I wrote a letter one year, I put it on my tumblr. It’s a special day because to me he was such a special person, so this year it was just an idea that me and my team had and I’m passionate about Tupac so it was something and I was like, “Yeah.” It was just random, it just happened on the spot; it was a really good idea for his birthday.

MTV: The pictures came out really dope. Talk about taking these photos. I could only imagine when you do anything ’Pac related there’s pressure, because he has so many fans that love him. Was there pressure?

Jhenè Aiko: I didn’t necessarily want the pictures to be exactly spot-on because I can’t channel Tupac. He’s so great to me that I don’t even compare myself to him, like I’m trying to be Tupac. That’s not what it is. It’s just that my love for him, I really wanted to do the pictures justice. There were moments, specifically on the All Eyez on Me picture, where I’m sitting on the chair and it was a really uncomfortable position for me because I’m so small. And I’m like, “This picture is not going to look the same as his because I’m not the same body type.” I was nervous about looking too masculine, but then I was like, “You know what? This is ’Pac, let me channel my confidence” because he had all that confidence. I wasn’t worried about what people were going to think, because it’s just a personal thing for me. I’m not doing it for people to be like, “Oh, wow.” For me, it’s just about expressing my gratitude towards him and his legacy.

MTV: June 16 would’ve been ’Pac’s 44th birthday and he was 25 when he passed away. At what age did you become aware of Tupac? What was your earliest memory of him?

Jhenè Aiko:  My earliest memory of Tupac — I’m from L.A., born and raised, so I think the station at the time was 92.3 the Beat. They obviously played all the West Coast hip-hop and R&B. I’m super young, I was born in ’88, so when ’Pac was at his prime, I was still a toddler, I was a baby. I guess I have early memories of hearing him on the radio and seeing his CDs laying around because I have older brothers and sisters. But I didn’t form a personal love for him until I was a teenager and I saw “Resurrection” and living in L.A. they play Tupac still like he’s a new artist on certain stations. So I grew up listening to him and loving the music. I always liked the way he looked, I always had a crush on him — that started in elementary school. When I saw “Resurrection,” I was so inspired. I was young at the time and obviously the people that were older, that got to witness Tupac in his prime, they were already — I was late. I was a kid just discovering something at the right time when I could fully understand what he was all about.

MTV: How did things change for you after seeing “Resurrection?”

Jhenè Aiko: I remember getting home from watching that and just feeling so inspired and I wrote this long journal entry about how inspired I was and motivated. I was so in awe of his story that I just dove in. I got books and I tried to find everything about Tupac. I started watching all the interviews, I started becoming obsessed and it wasn’t about the music at that point. It was about him as a person and what he did as far as aside from music.

MTV: In a lot of ways, I’m a little envious that you caught on “late,” as you say, because I remember when ’Pac was just a dancer for Digital Underground, then I remember when he was a rapper, then I remember when he did “Juice.” I got to see him grow, but to me he was a rapper first. You got to see him as a whole and not in parts.

Jhenè Aiko: I just saw the big picture. I never felt there were a lot of people I could relate to as far as wanting to do so many things with my life that don’t necessarily have to do with the other. He was so contradictory to people, but to me he was just human and not afraid to express himself. I could relate to that a lot… How dancing turned into music, turned into acting, turned into all of the things that he did. And he still had this passion and this purpose about him. That spoke to me so much.

MTV: [Laughs] I couldn’t have guessed. You cover that a lot at your shows. What is it about “Keep Ya Head Up” that draws you in?

Jhenè Aiko: I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and that song came on. I just cried like never before. His words meant so much to me. I just felt like I needed to hear that. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I wasn’t in the best position to have a child. I was growing hopeless. At that moment I was leaving a free-clinic-type-of-family-planning-type of place to do my prenatal stuff. I was on the county, I had my E.B.T. card, I had my food stamps. I was in the system and I felt like, “Where was my life going at this point?” It was hard for me to be optimistic. But that song came on and that’s what changed the whole mood of my pregnancy.From that day when I heard that song, I was like, “You know what? He’s right. I need to just keep my head up and keep it pushing and do what I have to do.” From then on everything turned into a positive experience. It really stuck at that moment, because that was 2007 and the song had been out for years and years and years. Not until I had that full-circle moment of understanding struggle and pain did I relate to the song that much more.

MTV: You talked about him being a poet. I feel like your music is poetic, as well. Is that something that comes naturally you? Is that something that you learned listening to him?

Jhenè Aiko: I think it’s natural. Writing has always been my go-to form of expression. Whenever I was going through something as a kid, I would write it down and I would turn it into a poem. And I was a teenager when I really got into “Resurrection” and really got into his poetry and really got into his life. I related to him so much because I felt like I was the same type of person that was into poetry and expressing myself through words. Just having a love for words, that’s something that’s always been in me since I started school — since I started learning letters.

It came natural; that’s why I love ’Pac. I remember for one of my birthdays, my dad got me one of his poetry books and I was just tripping out because his voice is his own thing. Even if he didn’t write, his voice is powerful enough to stand alone, but then his words are the same thing. They’re powerful enough to stand on their own by just reading them. That’s something that I would like my words to be.

MTV: I have to commend you for taking these photos and doing this cover and saluting ’Pac, because we’re in a generation now where it seems that a lot of young fans don’t acknowledge the greats that came before us. Fans say the Migos are better than the Beatles — and that’s a matter of taste and preference, but it doesn’t seem cool to acknowledge the past these days.

Jhenè Aiko: I feel like I grew up in a time where we still had the analog stuff… I got to experience tapes, I got to experience VHS, I got experience a lot of analog stuff and not only that, my family was late to catch on to the digital world. We didn’t have a computer for a long time, we didn’t have a cell phone for a long time, we didn’t have cable. I think it’s important to stay connected to that, because it keeps you grounded. I just feel a way about everything being digital. Now, it’s all about what’s new, who’s better than who? We’re not celebrating the individual, we’re not celebrating us all being great. Don’t forget about Tupac, don’t forget about Biggie, don’t forget about these amazing people that taught us these things.

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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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Original Imagine: Imagine Becky telling you that you and Lucifer are her OTP and she keeps trying to get the two of you together.

Author: shadow-angel-of-the-lord

Gender: Female

Word Count: 964

Warning(s): OC!Lucifer, Becky requires a warning,

Author Note: Hey guys, back for more! If I get enough feedback I will write a second part. This is actually planning on being a three parter, so I hope you guys like it.

              It was an average day at the bunker until the rat known as Becky showed up to ruin my mood. Sam and Dean were out on a hunt when they sent her to me to play babysitter. Not only did I dislike her for her unhealthy obsession with the younger Winchester, but she always got really weird when Lucifer and I were in the same room. I always thought she was tense because she was in the same room with ex-Satan, I mean that could make anyone’s hairs stand up. But no, I just had to be wrong.

            “Oh my gosh you and Lucifer are my OTP! You guys have to get together soon!” She was creepy enough without the explanation of ‘OTP’ but then she had to go into depth of the abbreviation and why we were her ‘one true pair’. So the mere thought of being with her for any extended period of time made my skin crawl. Even more so when my good pal Lucifer showed up to help me research, on Sam’s request no less. Jack ass probably knows Becky is going to freak. I know this is pay back for the itching powder and mega-virused laptop. Just fucking great.

“Y/N, Sam asked me to be your errand boy. As much as I dislike Dean, I never could refuse Sam or you. What can I do to help?” The second his voice hit my ears I was jolted out of research mode and straight into panic. My back was stick straight and my eyes blown wide as I turned to look at Becky. Her eyes sparkled and looked like one of those damn animated characters she liked. Her smile scared the shit out of me and I could tell she was struggling not to scream.

            “Hey! I could actually really use a beer and some food! Could you make a trip to my favorite diner? It’s down in south Texas, it’s called Snake’s Ultimate Barbeque. Grab something for Becky too and don’t forget my beer, and grab some vodka too. Actually, you might want to write all this down…” I continued to list off useless items, some that were actually needed and other that I would throw away as soon as Lucifer and Becky were gone. I just needed him away from the bunker and Becky. He took it all down without complaint and was off with the sound of feathers.

            “Why would you do that? You guys should be spending time together! If he forgot anything, go with him to get it, it would be so cute! Getting to be all domestic with him! Ahh! I love it!” My head just sorta dropped in defeat with a loud bang against the table I was sitting at. This is going to be a long couple of days.

            “I’m back!” Lucifer called from the kitchen and my heart dropped into my stomach. I didn’t even dare cast a glance at the wonder freak Becky. I pushed away from the table to meet him. We were unpacking groceries when all the doors slammed. I turned to look at the angel in the room but he looked a little panicked. Shit, this reminds him of The Cage. Okay, just relax and keep him calm so he doesn’t destroy the kitchen!

            “Just mojo us out of here, it’s not that big of a deal Lucifer.” He looked at me, his chest was heaving and he looked extremely pale, and his eyes were completely enveloped by his pupils. I pressed my hand over his heart and cooed at him. Imagine a scared little kid. Keep your cool Y/N. Soon he calmed down enough to speak.

            “I can’t, there are enochian symbols on the other side of the doors and walls. We’re trapped in here.” I sighed and rubbed his back as he crumbled to the ground, head clutched between his hands and keens brought up to his chest. It was actually kinda cute to see him so scared. It was a nice change to the normally extremely egotistical angel. I reached for my phone and dialed the only number I knew could be here in seconds to free us.

            “Crowley. I’m calling in one of the favors you owe me….Yeah…Okay look, I need you to come to the bunker…No…Come on you owe me!…Okay yeah…Fine…Alright…Awesome…Lucifer and I are trapped in the kitchen…Shut up…no the doors are locked…Because we didn’t try that…No the walls are coated in enochian and he can’t mojo us out…Shut up Crowley or I’ll gank you later!…No he’s freaking out a bit…Okay, see you soon.”

In moments Crowley opened the kitchen door and Lucifer shot out of the room like a bullet. After thanking our saviour, I turned to glare at Becky. She sort smirked, but it looked a little forced, like she didn’t quite know how to do it. I stalked in the direction Lucifer had gone and found him curled up in one of the spare rooms, the one that had my instruments in it. He stroked the piano and turned to look at me.

“My weakness is not to be discussed.” I nodded, acknowledging the dangerous undertone of his words. I sat down at the bench of the piano and pressed down on a few before cracking my knuckles. Hey Jude came to mind and I played the keys to the song. Then the lights in the bunker went out and were replaced with an angry red.

“You have got to be kidding me! Alright find the source, turn the lights back on. I’m going to find Becky and make sure she’s okay.” I went for the door, but lord behold…we were locked in again. I turned, and panic ruled his eyes. Just fucking great. Becky…I’m gonna fucking kill you. 

anonymous asked:

So I was reading the Tale of Adanel, and it seems like Melkor not only goes to the first humans in a 'fair form', but can shapeshift into fire and smoke as well. But this is after he comes back from Valinor and is supposedly stuck in his 'dark lord' form. Is there a way of reconciling the two discrepancies?

Andreth believes that the Tale of Adanel tells of the meeting of Men with Melkor; that’s how she recounts it. But I have this slightly heretical theory that the evil being who Men meet in the Tale is actually not Melkor, but Sauron. Here’s the relevant bit:

Then one appeared among us, in our own form visible, but greater and more beautiful; and he said that he had come out of pity. ‘Ye should not have been left alone and uninstructed,’ he said. ‘The world is full of marvellous riches which knowledge can unlock. Ye could have food more abundant and moredelicious than the poor things that ye now eat. Ye could havedwellings of ease, in which ye could keep light and shut out the night. Ye could be clad even as I.’
Then we looked and lo! he was clad in raiment that shone like silver and gold, and he had a crown on his head, and gems in his hair. ‘If ye wish to be like me,’ he said, ‘I will teach you.’ Then we took him as teacher.
He was less swift than we had hoped to teach us how to find, or to make for ourselves, the things that we desired, though he had awakened many desires in our hearts. But if any doubted or were impatient, he would bring and set before us all that we wished for. ‘I am the Giver of Gifts,’ he said; ‘and the gifts shall never fail as long as ye trust me.’

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Rape Culture in OUAT, or why you can’t pick and choose what is and isn’t sexual assault

The argument about rape culture in OUAT often comes down to “Who’s the worst villain?” which is troubling when it is a very real and prevalent aspect of the show. And when people start arguing that well, this villain does this and that one did that, it diminishes the fact that OUAT continues to perpetuate lack of consent as normal and acceptable.

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