and all i could think about

moonchildwriter  asked:

Hi! My husband and I are expecting our first child in September, and that got me thinking about pregnant Shadowhunters, how they train, how they deal with the wonderful and (not so wonderful) experiences of pregnancy and such. I have read ALL your series (several times!) since they first came out, and I loved that I feel like they grew with me. Hence, at this new stage of my life, I was wondering if you could share any fun thoughts about pregnant Shadowhunter characters. Thank you!


A pregnant Shadowhunter would never forget their Endurance runes during labor, or of course the protection spell for the baby when they’re born! In general, pregnant Nephilim keep training - and we know from Charlotte that for a good amount of time, they keep fighting! In later months, they need specialized maternity light armor since they won’t fit into their usual clothes by the end. But remember lots of plain old humans fight real wars while pregnant. And win. And if you don’t know the story of Macha, one of my favorite goddesses, check it out:

An inspirational lady!

Even though it nearly drowned us in angst, we have to appreciate how healthy that conversation actually was.

“I swear to you, I wanted to tell you, I tried. And then you found that ring and I just couldn’t bear to ruin that happiness.” 

~ he doesn’t dance around it, goes right for the truth, explains the situation and why he chose to act the way he did; that it was coming from a place of love.

“How could you do this?” 

~ she asks with shock, and hurt. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about at first - he thinks she’s talking about killing her grandpa but what she’s really talking about is burning his own memories. The way she says it with a hint of concern, like even though she’s mad, she’s hurting for him because if he’s gonna resort to such drastic measures, this must be eating him up inside.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question, and all I can say is that I was a broken man for a very long time and I did horrendous things..” 

~ THIS! LINE! IS! SO! IMPORTANT! Because he was a broken man and the fact that he recognizes that his deeds were horrendous proves how much he’s changed. And the fact that he’s sharing with her that he knows he was broken - ugh. Beautiful. 

“I’m not talking about that I’m talking about this. You were about to burn your own memories why would you do that?” 

~ Here the concern for him is even more prominent in her tone. It almost sounds like she’s going to cry. She’s so concerned that he was going to burn some part of his past, because she loves every part of him, including his wrongdoings. 

“Because I was ashamed, Emma. And scared losing you and everything that matters to me.” 

~ She is everything to him. He is terrified of losing her. Do I even need to say more like omg.

“You really think that would happen after everything we’ve been through?” 

~ this is her having 100% confidence in what they have. They have made it through darkness and DEATH, and that proved to her that together they can do anything. She’s surprised and hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way. Why doesn’t he? is what she’s she’s wondering.

“How am I supposed to sit across from your mother and father at the table and look them in the eye after what I’ve done?” 

~ He’s letting her know how guilty he feels. How he’s terrified he’ll be rejected. They’re just laying all their feelings on the table and it’s so healthy I can’t even 

“I’m not saying it would be easy. You know them, you know they would forgive you, that’s who they are.” 

~ She’s validating his feelings, saying yes, it will be a big hurdle. But then she also reassures him that he is loved so much but not just her, and that nothing he does or says will get him kicked out of their lives. Ever. 

“This isn’t just about them, this is about me. I already destroyed my own family once and that was hard enough but knowing that I destroyed yours too, I just…I didn’t know how I could live with that.” 

~ YESSSSSS Killian. This is about you. And that is perfectly okay like it is 1000000% okay for you to worry about yourself instead of everyone else (including Emma) for once. You need to heal and this is the way to start, by telling the woman that you love that this is how you feel and where your head is at. Good job precious pirate good job! 

“You come to me Hook, and you lean on me, and you trust ME!” 

~ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the knife-in-the-gut line. The most beautiful line in my opinion. Cause it came from the mouth of Emma Swan, who spent her life leaning on no one. Who, after Neal, had a necklace that she wore to remind her never to trust ANYONE. And now she has a life partner that she trusts so completely and has leaned on countless, countless times (When she was watching her mother die, when she almost froze to death, when she was confused about Lily, when she was mad at her parents, all throughout Camelot, when she admitted she wanted a future but was scared, when she was in the underworld and had a scary vision, like a million bazillion times she’s gone to him and leaned on him) and now all she wants is to return the favour for him. And frankly she’s devastated that he doesn’t feel like he can lean on her. Like he is my rock, why aren’t I his? is what is going through her mind. ASDFGHJKL.

“We have to stop hiding things from each other.” 

~ She doesn’t just blame him, she knows she’s hid things from him before too and might some day do it again. They both need to stop in order for this to work.

“The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know that we would do things together.” 

~ Telling him that this together thing all originated from him. She fell in love with him because he earned her trust, but never took the lead from her; they always worked together as a team. Together. And all she wants is for them to be doing that now (and for the rest of their lives)


~ the way he splutters it. He’s so in love with her and wants to kiss her for saying these soulful things. She’s opening up to him and pouring out her soul and telling him she loves him in a poetic, wordy way, which is NOT her specialty. But at the same time his heart is aching. He’s done the last thing he wants to do in life. He’s hurt her. Fuck. 

“That is what I agreed to marry. That is what I thought we were together.”

 ~ Again, emphasis on the together, two halves of a whole. And telling him the reason she wanted to marry him so badly - because she feels safe with him. She can trust him. She can lean on him. And she thought she was that for him, too. And if she’s not? Well, they need to fix that before they can move forward.

“Until you’re ready for that..” *removes ring* “Then we can talk.” 

~ A bit of tough love, but it’s for his own good. She is NOT rejecting him or breaking up with him or some bullshit like that. Their love means more than that. She’s just telling him “Hey. I love you. And I am so, so ready to marry you. But I want our engagement to be happy and pure. And it is anything but happy and pure right now. So until we figure this out, take this back. And work through your feelings. And if you need me, I will be right here.” 



anonymous asked:

Don't say that Harry might get a "glassier" closet because people are already bitching about how unfair that is toward Louis. Why are people like this?

I wonder what they’d be happy with. Harry in a proper glass closet? Harry stunting? Harry just hiding away in the desert for the next decade? 

Because I SO get the frustration, it’s more like actual anger that I feel, when I think of what could be of this promo and what what of JHO promo, a song that was TRULY amazing, but that I lived through with a heavy heart. I get all of these bitter feelings, I have them, too. What I personally can’t get behind (and really don’t condone) is the need to throw them against Harry, instead of the people who’d really deserve them.

anonymous asked:

Selina W from Hypable wrote a review and speculated that there could be 2 endgames for C. Bell/C, and C/L with the flame in her head. L literally would live through C, and they'd be 'together' in some sense of the word, forever. Fuck that. She seems to think it could make snese with the story, but if they do that I will never forgive them. Keep the flame away from C. What purpose would it serve her?

That’s a terrible end game.

To be with someone in your imagination?

Come on. 

What a horrible real life psychology to portray.


LET GO. Do not hold onto the past. 

That speculation doesn’t fit AT ALL with the idea of the show which is about turning the page, rising from the ashes, being redeemed, learning from your mistakes. Starting over with a new world.

God. No. That’s horrible. Not because of shipwars. That’s horrible because what does that say to people about how they should deal with the things they’ve lost? Never let go? Hold on to impossible dreams? Give up on real life for a virtual life? For a dream? Not actually live? 

God no. Selina. Girl. Get away from the shipping politics. That is a tragic end for  a person who stops living. Never choose virtual reality over actual life. 

anonymous asked:

I Just thought about it: if witches have blue blood - does Manon have blue lips?

Hmm I’d think…Not?? I mean technically we have blue blood while it’s inside of us? It only turns red when it comes in contact with the air/oxygen (I think) but our lips turn blue when there’s no blood going to them at all? So?? I??? I’m going to say noo but honestly I have no real idea, they could be green for all I know. 

My Impression Of You (Part 2)

A/N: Here it finally is, the second part to my Archie imagine! You can find the first one here: x. Thanks so much for giving me all the feedback! I am not sure if I am finished with this yet, so it would be amazing if you could tell me once more what you think about it and if you have any suggestions for it. Enjoy! xo

Plot: You are feeling weird about what happened between Archie and you as he approaches you to talk about it and makes you an offer that requests from you to prove yourself.

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

After that, you didn’t have contact to Archie for five days. Well, at least not really. He now usually waved at you in the hallway and seemed to notice you more often but you didn’t talk to each other. In your case, you had a good reason for avoiding it because you felt a little bit ashamed about everything you had thrown at his head. It had been really personal and kinda rude and you just couldn’t recall why you ever felt authorized to talk to him like that. It was astounding that he didn’t shoot you glares instead of little smiles, he would definitely had reason to do so. You had to give him credit for that.

Maybe that was why you were so surprised when he suddenly stood next to your table at lunch. You usually ate alone. You enjoyed the silence, read a book or listened to some music. But now he put his tray down, grinned at you and you suddenly didn’t feel relaxed at all anymore.

“Is it okay if I join you?”, he asked friendly. You couldn’t find any trace of antipathy or reproach in his voice that would have been a sign of a possible uncomfortable encounter, so you nodded slowly. You had totally forgotten the sandwich you just wanted to take a bite off. Instead, you were focused on the way he sunk down opposite of you, grabbed his apple and looked at you with those warm brown eyes.

“You know, I thought about what you said last Friday”, he broke to you, tossing the apple from one hand to the other.

You swallowed hard. Great. That was exactly what you had dreaded.

“Is that so? And to what conclusion have you come?”, you retorted, trying to keep your voice as carefree and calm as possible.

“That you are right.” Well, you didn’t expect that. “I really depend on others too much. And it won’t get me any closer to what I want if I don’t manage to trust in myself a little bit more.”

You watched him for a moment as he shrugged, looked down at his tray and threw a fry into his mouth instead of biting into the apple. While you never really thought much about Archie Andrews, he suddenly seemed quite extraordinary to you. Usually, nobody ever took much interest in your advice.

“Okay. And what are you planning to do about it now?”, you questioned, leaning in a little with an amused smile on your lips. He glanced up to you through his thick eyelashes and returned it cheekily.

“Well, first of all I’m gonna stop to always run for help. Then I will continue writing songs, putting a little more confidence into it. I think I’m even gonna write one about you and I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing.”

“About me?”, you laughed. “and what would that be about?”

“About this mysterious silent girl that gets me better than many of my friends, although she never did more than watch me in the hallways and simply listen. And that has a passion that is worth sharing, which she sadly never does.” He winked at you but you still had the feeling that he meant what he was saying. You felt your cheeks getting a little hot and quickly lowered your head and finally took a bite of your sandwich to hide it.

“I’m looking forward to the show.”

Why had you been scared to talk to him again? This was easy. Wonderfully easy.

“What about you?”, Archie inquired after you both ate in silence for a few minutes.

“What do you mean?”

“I am just hoping that what I said was also a little helpful and not just…offensive. I heard you spoke with Betty yesterday.”

He observed you attentively, trying to look indifferent but he totally failed. It was obvious that he hoped for a positive answer and that it was important to him. You couldn’t keep back a smirk.

“Yes, she approached me. And I kinda get the feeling that you had something to do with it”, you accused him playfully.

“No idea what you’re talking about”, Archie objected. You didn’t believe him a word.

“Well, she was nice. No surprise there. She asked me about the play and promised to come.”

“That’s good, right?”

“If she actually comes, yes. I refuse to believe that until one of you actually shows up”, you laughed.

“I’m a little bit disappointed that you’re still thinking so low of me”, he said, not without shooting you a lopsided grin, though.

You held back a sigh, opened your bottle of water and slowly took a sip. The problem was that you were not thinking low of him. Not anymore. You just didn’t want to get your hopes up. But he didn’t have to know that, it would only have heightened his ego.

“By the way: I examined your tree and it was good work. I think I can actually use it”, you changed the subject into less risky fields.

“What an honour! Does that mean that I will be allowed to work on something that’s not supposed to stand in the background next?”

“Maybe. We’ll see what I come up with.”

It seemed like he really planned to return for another session. Only days ago you would’ve been annoyed by that prospect, now you were taken by a feeling of pleasant anticipation. You were starting to understand why so many people liked him. He really was a sweetheart, despite of his flaws. And he even looked happy about your snarky comment that others would’ve found mean or inappropriate.

As the ball rang, you were a little shocked that it was already that late. You had been so focused on Archie that you didn’t even eat half of your sandwich and time flew by. Again.

“I should go. Coach will kill me if I come too late to practice”, Archie told you apologetically and got up from his bench, grabbing the tray. “But I wanted to ask you something. I know it’s not really your thing but it would be the perfect occasion to work on yourself. Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Reggie, Jughead and me will meet at the beach at the sea tomorrow evening to have a little bonfire party. It would be great if you would come.”

For a moment you were dumbfounded about the request that came out of the blue. Then you realized that you had to give an answer. Archie was looking down at you expectantly but you didn’t know what to say. This was a whole new situation for you. You didn’t receive many invitations.

“Ehm…are you sure the others are okay with that?”, you asked uncertain and a little nervous.

“Course. I promise you, it will be fun.”

“Will you bring your guitar?”


“Then I’ll think about it.”

He shot you a last quick smile before he turned around and walked away. You followed his red shock of hair for a while, then turned your head and suddenly noticed that a lot of people in the yard were shooting you glances. Wow, that was new too. What happened to your invisibility? Maybe it naturally evaporated when you hung with Archie Andrews.

You decided to go, although you felt a little uneasy about it. Not because of Archie, Betty, Jughead or Kevin, they were cool and you knew them since forever.  But you never really met Veronica Lodge, muss less talked to her and Reggie was one of the popular kids that thought their social status in school was very important. However, Archie had asked so nicely and you didn’t have the heart to disappoint him. Also, he was quite right about you being a little antisocial and maybe it was time to change that.

So you climbed into your mom’s car and drove to the beach, making up pieces of conversations in your head that would never happen in real life anyway, but it was kinda soothing. As you arrived at the parking lot, you were relieved to discover that there really were only a few cars and it hadn’t turned into a huge party. If that would’ve been the case, you definitely would’ve run.

You killed the engine, waited for a second and took a deep breath, then you slowly left your car behind and headed to the beach, trying to ignore all your stupid doubts. The beautiful view in front of you helped a bit. The sky was dipped in the different shades of orange caused by the sinking sun, making the sea underneath look like a flaming ocean. The beach was perfectly empty except for a small bonfire, trunks around it to sit upon and the people you were supposed to meet.

Archie discovered you as soon as you approached them with a shy smile on your lips. At first his eyebrows shot up and he was not quite able to hide his surprise about you really showing up, then he beamed at you and immediately came over to greet you. His surprise seemed pleasant, though, so you didn’t mind at all.

“You came!”, he exclaimed happily. You got calmer the second he stood in front of you and wondered why that was the case. When did that happen? When did you start to feel good when Archie Andrews was happy to see you?

“Of course. When you’re working so hard on yourself because I couldn’t shut up, I can at least return the effort”, you said.

“I’m glad you do”, Archie answered sincerely, his brown eyes glimmering in the dim light of the sunset. “I’ll get you something to drink. What do you want? Coke?”

You nodded, grinning to yourself because he was so eager to make you feel comfortable. Archie hurried to grab a can from the ice chest and even opened it for you, the little gentleman. Other people needed alcohol to get relaxed but caffeine worked just fine for you.

“Let’s get to the serious business of life, Archie”, you demanded, looking up at him a little bit too sternly. “Did you keep your promise and bring your guitar?”

“I did, but the song about you isn’t ready yet, I am not satisfied with some of the lyrics. I don’t think I got your sassy persona right”, he teased you with a bright grin.

“Sassy?”, you retorted. “I like to think of it as charmingly shrewd.”

“Well, if that makes you happy.”

You punched him in his shoulder, making him laugh and seemingly not feel any pain at all. He had a really nice laugh. It suited him much better than the constant brooding expression he had worn so often the last few weeks.

“Archie! Can you come over, please?! Reggie is killing the music!”, Jughead suddenly interrupted your little interchange, impatiently waving at him from the stereo that he and Reggie were obviously fighting over.

Archie sighed and rolled his eyes at you. “Typical. Can I leave you alone for a sec?”

“Of course, I’m a big girl”, you claimed more confident than you felt.

You looked after him walking over there, thinking to yourself how good he looked in those jeans before you pulled yourself together and scanned the beach for somewhere to go without making it look awkward or like you didn’t belong. Betty was occupied, she had a serious conversation with Kevin down by the water. So you just sat down on one of the trunks, nipped on your coke and stared into the dancing flames.

“Can I sit here?”, an unfamiliar voice ripped you out of your contemplations. You looked up and discovered Veronica Lodge standing next to you, her lips graced with a sweet smile and beautiful and perfectly dressed as always. You quickly reminded yourself that she was a friend of Archie’s and therefore couldn’t be that bad and definitely didn’t deserve a negative answer.


“You’re Y/N, right? The props department girl?”, she carried on, sinking down next to you and looking at you expectantly.

You couldn’t hold back a smirk. “Is that what they call me?”

“Naw, that’s just how Archie introduced you to us. I’m Veronica, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Right, the new girl syndrome. I wonder how long it will be until that one wears off.”

“In a town like Riverdale? Forever.”

She laughed softly at your words and you decided that Veronica wasn’t too bad for a rich girl. You had expected a second Cheryl Blossom but she didn’t seem to be one. Thank God.

“You know, Archiekins also told us that you are doing quite amazing things in that department. He said you’re really talented. He’s crazily excited to take us all to the play. To be honest, he’s so enthusiastic that it’s almost annoying”, she joked, probably simply to make conversation. For you, though, it was so much more than that. Nobody ever talked about your work passionately to others except for yourself. You felt a weird knot in your stomach that you couldn’t quite figure out until you realized that what she had said meant a lot to you.

“He really did?”, you mumbled. You turned your head and looked for him. He was still standing next to Jughead and Reggie, not really listening to them while they were having a heated discussion. Your eyes met and he winked at you, his lips forming that lop-sided grin once again. Almost momentarily you felt a little warmer and quickly returned to Veronica.

“Yeah, he did”, she assured you, also looking at him but with a little, contemplating frown. “I actually think he changed a bit. I don’t exactly know why, but he seems a little freer, less worried. Maybe he’s finally growing up.”

She laughed again and you chimed in, although a part of you in the back of your head wondered if she was right and if your unintentional influence could really be responsible for that. It was a good feeling.

At some point, the boys understood that they would never find a tune Jughead and Reggie both liked and Archie fetched his guitar from the car. You all sat around the fire while it was getting darker around you and he began to play. You never heard him play in such an intimate situation and it hit you hard how beautiful it was. You observed him and there was no trace of self-doubt to be found in his features. He looked like he was soaked into another world, his own little world that couldn’t be disturbed by anything or anyone. The music carried you away and you let it, just enjoying the moment and that he shared it with you. Yes, now you understood what he meant with sharing the passion.

All this made you feel genuinely sorry when you had to go. Archie brought you to your car, which you were thankful for for two reasons: because it would have been creepy to go there alone and because you didn’t really want to separate. As you arrived at your mom’s Toyota, you turned around and shot him a little smile.

“Thanks for inviting me, Archie. This was great”, you said and you really meant it.

“Yeah? You enjoyed it?”, he asked nevertheless to make sure that you weren’t just saying that to make him feel good.

“I did. You know, I think we are good team, making each other see beyond our own noses. Who would’ve guessed?”

“Yeah, who would’ve?”, he mumbled. For a moment you simply looked at each other and you felt yourself becoming a bit nervous until he stepped closer and hugged you tightly. “I’m glad I decided to do some extra credit.”

You chuckled but at the same time enjoyed how close he was. Man, he really smelled good beneath the smoke of the bonfire. And he was a good hugger. It was one that made you feel all warm and protected. Okay, it was definitely time to get away and to drive off. You didn’t tell him to be confident for himself only to suddenly wish you could be the one who made him feel confident. No, that was all messed up. And still, your heart jumped a bit as he said his goodbyes by mentioning that he’d see you tomorrow.

And Brexit has begun.
It still doesn’t feel real and it’s incredibly scary to think of all of the possible outcomes.
When I moved to this country two years ago I always encountered kindness and love. I was welcomed with open arms and was given chances that were never even imaginable in my country. I have grown to love this country as my own. I have a Welsh partner and live in England, I pay my taxes here, contribute to charities and my local communities. We talk about where we would like to settle down and raise a family. This is my home.
I could have never have predicted something like this would happen. But now it has happened and negativity won’t fix anything. It’s time to face the facts and hope for the best possible outcome. Europe has never seen these many years of peace and it’s everyone’s duty to keep it - with or without the EU.
Hope and love will persevere, no matter what.

anonymous asked:

In his last liveshow (i think) dan was talking about how in five yrs he'd probably have some sort of scandal bc he'd be no longer relevant and all I could think was fucking darry….. Bitch………..

i’m ready….. i have been ready.. dan if ur reading this……. this would be the perfect scandal..

anonymous asked:

Hiiii, can I just say that since the 25th I only see good things happening so far? Harry was finally able to start his solo project etc. Louis' amazing weekend at ultra!!! He seemed so happy, it was stunt free, he received platinum for JHO, he could actually tweet about it, lots of promo from steve & his friends! A anti pap article! H&L always being online at the same time, Harry's artwork full of green&blue, that green&blue adidas tweet haha etc. Both now in London & MIA! No baby etc. 👍🏻👍🏻

Originally posted by notyourtypicalhumanbeing

anonymous asked:

So I've seen some things guessing that Jughead is the killer and that makes me upset. I'll actually be so sad if he is. What do you think?

I think it’s possible! I would be heartbroken if that was true but at the same time all the cast interviews and spoilers are leading to him. Also he was probably the least active about them getting a season 2, but that could just be cole and his laid back ways. I personally have always thought the killer was Kevin, but I’m not so sure anymore!

Imagine... Black suit! Dad! Tony in CW giving Wanda a stern-talking to

I know we’ve all complained about Wanda being portrayed in CW as a lost little girl… But I decided to go with that portrayal and wrote a ficlet. Because I do think Wanda could have been redeemed - only the Russos did a piss poor job at it.

“This job… We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody. But if we can’t find a way to live with that, next time, maybe nobody gets saved.”

Steve’s heartfelt words were a balm for Wanda’s wounded heart - or they would have been had a knock not sounded at the door, interrupting their conversation. Wanda knew who it was even before the figure pushed his way inside.

“Tony,” Steve said, clearing his throat and straightening his back. “I didn’t know you were back.”

“Yes, well… Surprise,” Stark drawled.

He looked different from the last time Wanda had seen him. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Wanda would have said he was in mourning–but grief was never too far from Stark’s mind, so she didn’t see what had warranted the change.

“We have guests,” he added. “The Secretary of Defense. Thaddeus Ross.”

“Ross?” Steve recoiled. “You mean…”

“Yes. That Ross. He has a little presentation set up for us.”

Steve nodded and got up. “Thanks for letting us know.”

It was a dismissal, but Stark didn’t move. He turned away from Steve and looked directly at Wanda.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, Wanda? Alone.”

Steve scowled. “But… You just said the Secretary of State..” 

“Isn’t going anywhere,” Stark cut him off. “I had Vision keep him company. And this is important.”

Steve opened his mouth to protest, but Stark didn’t let him speak. “I insist.”

“It’s fine, Steve,” Wanda said. She wasn’t afraid of Stark. He could come in and flex his muscles as much as he liked - she could see right through it, and she wasn’t afraid of him.

“Do us a solid, Cap, and help Vision with old Thunderbolt. We’ll be right there.”

Steve wasn’t happy, but he complied. Stark entered Wanda’s room and closed the door behind himself with a decisive click.

It was sort of strange. Wanda hadn’t been alone with Stark… ever. He didn’t usually stay at the compound, and when he visited, he tended to keep his distance from her, which was just the way she liked it.

It would appear he had decided to change his approach.

“Couldn’t help but hear the tail end up the conversation there. Seems like our fearless leader has been filling your head with bullshit in my absence.”

Wanda couldn’t help but bristle under his cold eyes. “Steve’s right. We can’t just give up.”

“No, no we can’t. But we can’t wave off the dead either, Wanda.” Tony’s eyes could have been chips of ice for all the warmth they held. “I want to make this clear to you. I don’t know what Steve is thinking these days - that’s your field - I should think. But this… This right here, what you guys are doing, isn’t going to work.”

“So you agree with them then?” Wanda laughed. “That it’s my fault.”

To her surprise, Stark shook his head. “Lagos isn’t on you, Wanda. It’s not. But other things are. And I’m beginning to think I made a mistake in burying it.”

Stark retrieved a tablet from his pocket and flicked the display. Images bloomed on the screen and started to hover mid air. With the ease of long-term practice, Stark guided them within Wanda’s view. They were shots of… people. Men. Women. Some young, some old. She didn’t know them.

“Sari Odanu. Student. Kate Holmes. Mother of two. Tourist. Jean Luis Belmont. Businessman. You know what these people have in common? They’re all dead. They died in Johannesburg - because of you.”

Wanda jolted and tried to turn away from the photos. Stark flicked his fingers and the images appeared in front of her again. “Don’t. Don’t look away. You need to look at this, Wanda, and remember their faces - because this is what happens when you make a mistake. You can’t afford to just shrug it off.”

“It wasn’t…”

“Don’t,” Stark cut her off. “Don’t you dare, not to me. Bruce is my friend. I know what I thought in Johannesburg, and that wasn’t him. You need to stop living a lie, Maximoff. These people - they’re not on Bruce. They’re on you.”

The furniture in the room started to shake. The lights began to flicker.

“And what about you, Stark?” Wanda spat venomously, shooting to her feet and glaring at him. “When are you going to atone for your dead?”

“Oh, honey… You already know the answer to that question.”

His smile was so cold it was practically arctic, but he didn’t flinch away from her. And she did know. She could see the answer in his eyes.

He had started to atone through Iron Man, through shutting down the weapons division of Stark Industries. Things hadn’t always worked out great… But he was trying, regardless. 

And yet, she could still remember - the shell, that damn shell she had stared at for days - the twin to the one that had killed her parents. Stark.

“I had a meeting at MIT earlier,” Stark said without looking away from her. “A woman came up to me. Her son, Charlie Spencer had died in Sokovia.” Another photo floated to join the other ones. “All these people, Wanda… Can you really just forget them?”

“It’s not about me and you. You can hate me all you like. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. But you need to understand that hating me won’t change what you’ve done. You need to remember the dead.”

Something in his tone snapped Wanda out of her furious trance. The dead.

She remembered it, all right. She remember how it had felt like when Pietro had been killed in Sokovia. Dying herself would have been more merciful.

“What about Pietro?” she croaked out. “Who remembers him?”

Stark’s expression softened, ever so slightly. “You do. And me. And Clint. Nobody wanted your brother to die, Wanda. Believe it or not, I am sorry about your loss. I lost someone important to me too, you know.”

The name popped up in Wanda’s head without her even trying to pick it up from his mind. JARVIS. 

The bitter taste of grief filled her mouth–but her own, and his. She would have said that she could hardly compare an artificial intelligence with her brother, but it was hard not to, when she could feel his emotions, so real so there.

“All these people, they have families too, Wanda. They feel that grief too. I agree with Steve. We need to go on, to continue our work. But things are difficult now. We have to work together with the international community. We have to be careful, to minimize casualties. Isn’t that why the Avengers exist to begin with - to protect the innocent? If at the end of the day, the innocent pay the price for our arrogance, what’s the point of even fighting?”

“You’re an Avenger now, Wanda. You made a choice to change. It’s not always an easy road, and there are people who will make it harder. But you have to remember what you’re fighting for.”

“To remember the dead,” she whispered. “And to make amends. Fix my mistakes.”

“That’s right.”

Wanda looked at him - and it occurred to her, for the first time, that they were more alike than she had ever thought. They both had blood on their hands.

Somewhat bitterly, she thought that her hands might just be more red than his. He might have built that missile, but he hadn’t shot it. She on the other hand, had known exactly what she was doing when she had unleashed the Hulk - and she hadn’t cared.

She covered her mouth with her hand, suddenly finding it very difficult not to hurl.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed out. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. And for… Johannesburg.”

Stark’s face shut down so quickly he almost seemed like a machine. “It’s not me you should apologize for that last bit. And if you want to make amends, sorry won’t cut it. You know that.”

He left her then, and Wanda was thankful for it. The moment he was gone, she rummaged through her things and found the one photo of herself and Pietro she had left.

It was old, yellowed, the edges frayed after all the times she had cradled it in her palm. It had been taken years before - before she had turned herself into a weapon for revenge - on their birthday. They’d had so few occasions to smile during their lives, but that day, they had smiled, and it had been precious to her. 

“Oh, Pietro… What do I do? Where do I go from here?”

There was no reply. Pietro was gone, her other half long dead, buried and forgotten.

Stark was right. The dead couldn’t be ignored.

She needed to make this right, and she couldn’t do that by ignoring her responsibility. And she would start today.

Later, after Wanda had washed her face and managed to compose herself, she joined the rest of the team in the meeting room. She narrowly managed not to shudder when she passed Ross. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl.

She was almost grateful when he started his speech - as frustratingly full of accusations as it was. At least he wasn’t solely focusing on her anymore.

And then, Ross started to play a video. It seemed a review of all the incidents the Avengers had starred in. 

Shortly after the Hulk’s image appeared on-screen, the lights began to flicker again. The screen froze mid-presentation and shut down. Electricity died. Stark cursed.

“What the hell? You been messing with my facility, Rogers? Please tell me you didn’t go into one of your old-man “what does this button do” mental zones again.”

For a brief instant, Steve looked outraged. The moment died, and then, he scratched his head, looking for all the world like the guy in the USO movies. “Err… No idea. You know I’m not that great at tech, Tony.”

Wanda knew for a fact that the Avengers compound received energy from an arc reactor. The electricity wouldn’t shut down just like that.

“Maybe we could just move on without the movie, Mister Secretary,” Natasha suggested smoothly.

Ross looked disgruntled, but agreed. The lights turned back on just as he was starting to distribute the massive document he had come to discuss.

“You really think this is going to help?” she asked Stark when she got a moment with him in private.

“It’s a step forward,” he said. “Read it. Read every line. And when you’re done tell me what you think about it.”

“I won’t lie, not all of it is great - but we can work with it, Wanda. I’m not going to let these people destroy the Avengers. Believe me. We’re necessary. But we just have to do things right.” 

Wanda nodded. By the time Steve left for London, she had made her decision.

She had never thought she would take Stark’s side in anything - but this wasn’t about Stark. This was for Pietro, and for every other person who had died, because of her misguided revenge.

She would make things right. It would take time, but somehow, she would do it.

P.S. Yes, I totally know that’s from Ultron, but I couldn’t exactly have him step out of an armor, now could I?

stereotypicallyasian  asked:

Hey I have a question cause I never understood it and it's starting to bug me. In Boruto's movie Sasuke and Naruto have a discussion about who Boruto is more like. Naruto even goes "I think I'm going to win this argument". I actually never really understood what they meant in this whole scene. Could you explain?

Sasuke stated to Naruto that Boruto resembled his father when he was younger, because he could see that Boruto possessed a fine ninja spirit, despite his outward tendency to cut corners. However, Naruto disagreed, because all he saw was how Boruto cut corners and took shortcuts. He then used the immaculate condition of Boruto’s jacket as further evidence. Because in comparison to Naruto’s old, tattered jacket - which indicated how much hard work he always put into his training - Boruto’s was spotless:

Despite this, Sasuke still disagreed, and stated to Naruto how the the soul of a shinobi always remained the same, regardless of however many outward indications there were to the contrary:

Yet, Naruto still remained unconvinced.

His doubts would later seem to have apparently been justified, as he very publically disqualified Boruto for cheating during his Chuunun Exam match with Shikadai, which was yet another example of him cutting corners:

This obviously didn’t do much to change Naruto’s mind on the matter.

However, after having undergone much grief and emotional turmoil, Boruto would later prove Sasuke right. He’d find his will and soul of a shinobi, and with it, he’d find the resolve he needed to go with the Kages and Sasuke to rescue his father. And as he did it, he looked like the spitting image of Naruto, because he was his son:

And in the aftermath, Sasuke would revel in his victory!

He’d repeat to Naruto the very same words he said to him when they were in his office; that a shinobi’s soul always remains the same:

In Boruto’s case, he just needed a little motivation to find it ^_^

That’s what the scene meant; Sasuke was always able to see deep inside Boruto, look past his external shortcomings, and acknowledge his soul within :)

Stressed Sherlock

Summary: the title say it all.

Warnings: N/A

Additional notes: this is maybe set early afternoon, I didn’t realy think about the time this was set while writing this.

Sherlock had been stressed over that past few days, and when he gets stressed, he becomes very moody. 

“Like he wasn’t moody before.” John had stated the last time you had saw him. “Please will you try and calm him down a bit, (your/name)?”

“I’ll do my best” you replyas you hug him. You soon break the hug and go your seperate ways.

As you walk back into 221B Backer Street, you could hear that he was shooting the wall again. “Mrs Hudson will be angry again when she finds out about this” you think as you walk up the stairs. Sherlock shooting the wall was something he did when he was either bored or stressed about something, and today was no expetion to that rule. You knew that.

You loved him, yes, but just like everyone else, you found that he sometimes got a little irritating.

You walked into the flat to find him lying face down on the sofa. Knowing what mood he would be in after the shooting, you went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Soon you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist and hot breath on the back of your neck. You carried on pouring the tea, not thinking about the fact that he had somehow managed to get behind you without you hearing him, sinnce it happened a lot if you didn’t pay him attention.

He started nuzzling your neck with his nose causing you to giggle. You eventually gave up ignoring him and turned round, cating him off gaurd. While he was in a little bit of a daze, you attached your lips to his. He didn’t seem to mind that, so you deepend the kiss. But all good things must come to an end, because you needed to break it for air.

“Your tea’s ready” you whisper teasingly. He brought his lips back to yours for a quick kiss before grabbing his mug and dragging you to the sofa with him where you spent the rest of the afternoon.

anonymous asked:

i really need help here-- i think something's latched on to me and is rather fond of me (i've been to a doctor, most of it is dead ends, here's stuff for migraines, you're depressed but what can we do about it really, i'm super fatigued all of the time) and i need to know how to get rid of it because even if this isn't the case i need it gone and the worst that could happen is its a false alarm and i preformed a banishment or what have you for no reason.

Heres a few different things you could try:

I hope Diana, being heavily steeped in ancient Greek tradition ‘n all, uses stories about demigods (beings that are only half man) to comfort Cyborg, who thinks about his new body similar to Wallace Keefe where he feels like half a man.

She could be like “Beings like Heracles and Perseus were also half a man, and they were some of the greatest heroes of their time!” and it would be sweet.

#105 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “One where the lids are gobsmacked that van is dating a girl like you? (They think ur outta his league)” and “Could u do one where reader is very awkward but is very pretty, and all of guys ( or a select few) are in awe of her beauty but she is oblivious, and then Van beats them all to it and tells her about his actual feelings, that hes not just infatuated with her and shes super awkward about it?”

Note: I would like you to suspend reality for the time it takes you to read this. Let’s pretend the world is good, and that when we fall in love it’s instantaneous and all-consuming. It’s perfect in the truest sense of the word. I get that this fic is unrealistic (lol, like the others aren’t?) but I’m rolling with it. We can live in extremes just for today; just for now. 

The moment you met Van McCann you stopped caring about everything else. The life you had planned for yourself didn’t matter anymore. It was like you had spent your years building a city to live in. Walls to keep you safe. Places to work. To socialise. To eat. To sleep. People you knew. Safety. Structure. Then, Van. He was a tsunami that crashed through and reduced the city to rubble. Rebuilding would be impossible; even the very foundations of your existence were cracked and unuseable. All you could do was stand up with the clothes on your back and join in the destruction. Be the cloudy storm swelling high above his wave. The moment you met Van, you fell in love so hard it hurt. 

You had answered an advertisement in the local paper. Female, 22, seeking 20whatever female as housemate. Must have job and like music. You called the number and a week later moved into a new apartment with Emily. You clicked right away, and decided that you’d throw a housewarming. The still unfamiliar space of your apartment filled with people quickly, and you discovered that most of her friends were musicians or associated with the music industry in some capacity. It was 10.01pm when you first saw Van from across the room. 

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onehellofacrappyblog  asked:

📌 7?

Actually, sorta yes!

I may use her design for something else eventually, but she was the MC for a story that I had been thinking about! Sadly, there was too much stuff that I wanted to do with the story, and I could never get it to work or make sense, so it’s all but gone.

But I really love drawing her.