and have it called true destiny

There is so much in the show that suggests Ashi and Jack are meant to correspond to Yin and Yang, darkness and light, two halves of a whole responsible for balance and harmony. 

If I’m not mistaken, Yin and Yang have a push and pull relationship, interdependent on each other. Jack’s influence allows Ashi to grow and flourish as a person, while Ashi’s presence causes Jack to experience a few light hearted moments in the midst of his depression and trauma. 

What I love is that Ashi has been written and portrayed as someone who is both  similar and opposite to Jack. Jack starts his journey garbed in white with a straight edged bladed sword. He is shining with compassion and determination to save his family and his people. Ashi starts her mission dressed in black and wields a Kusarigama, a weapon meant to take someone’s sword from them with a curved blade. She shows no compassion towards her sisters. Ashi was raised to serve Aku, Jack trained to destroy him. Jack traveled the world, Ashi was confined to a single location all her life. Jack was raised by loving parents, Ashi was abused by her mother with her father nowhere to be found. 

(Trivially, Jack was an only child, Ashi has/had six sisters). 

Jack has darkened throughout his journey, Ashi has lightened. 

However, for all their differences, the two are startlingly alike. Both of them were trained to fulfill destinies tied intrinsically to Aku. Both are driven to help others and defeat any evil that plagues the world (this was true of Ashi even before she defected from Aku; in her rants towards Jack, she calls Jack ‘evil’ and Aku ‘kind’, indicating a large part of her desire to kill Jack, aside from being brainwashed into it, is because she wants to eradicate what she perceives to be the danger to the world.) Both show a natural kindness towards children. Both are skilled fighters in their own right. Both suffer hallucinations and have undergone trauma. 

(On another somewhat trivial note, both as children were enchanted by insects; Jack a cricket, Ashi a ladybug.) 

tldr: Jack and Ashi oppose and complement each other in many ways, which is shown in both their designs and their personalities. 

It all points to you - pt.1

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Soulmate AU requested by anon.
One shot(x) or Chapter (x) pt.½ || (next part)
Word count:
Warnings: none
Fluff? Maybe a Tiny Speck of angst?
A/N: I’m tremendously sorry for all the tardiness!! University has started so it’s all gotten pretty hectic.. to make it to to you, I’ve decided this is gonna be a two chapter fic! The next chapter will be probably uploaded next week tho, as I have yet to finish it. Also, this isn’t some of my best work.. it really isn’t…so please bear with me. Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors!

The world seemed to work in odd, surprising ways. For every person existed another, tied together by an inconspicuous red string of fate. Those, no one could see, though they had no reason to. On each person’s wrist lay imprinted a compass, working restlessly all hour of every day of every year, hoping for the bearers’ attention to glance their way just at the right moment, just at the right second the string’s ends could intertwine.

At least half of the population was a result of this, of having been aware at the time their half crossed their path. They were, mostly, the married and the bearers of children.

Some say it destiny proven to be true. Yet in the back of most people’s minds flashed a thought very possible. That is, while they say that, one way or another, pairs will have more than one chance to meet, there are those who never stop wondering.

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OCARINA OF TIME || starters

❝ Who are you ? How did you get past the guards ?  
The flow of time is always cruel … its speed seems different for each person , but no one can change it .
Heh heh heh … You want a piece of me ? ! Very funny ! I like your attitude !
It seems ____ has turned their eye to you  , too .
 I always knew that one day, this day would come .
My mother composed this song . Isn’t it nice ?
What would you like as your prize ? How’d you like to marry ____ ?
I have things I want to tell only to you .
By the way , what is your name ? ____ ? ! What kind of name is that ?
Do you see the man / woman with evil eyes ?
If only I knew you would become such a handsome man / woman .
My father is worried about me ? I don’t care !
How could you leave me behind ? !
You ! You looked cool … cooler than I thought you would .  
Pathetic little fool ! Do you realize who you’re dealing with ?
But now is not the time to talk about love …
❝  If you’re a man , act like one !
The passion of friendship will soon blossom into a righteous power & through it , you’ll know which way to go ..
I was scared … A little ! Just a little ! !  
Well , even with all that stuff , a wimp is still a wimp , huh ?
 I will never accept you as one of us !
No matter how hard it is , just don’t get discouraged .
Young children shouldn’t be walking the streets at night, go home & get to bed .
Man , I am SO bored . Things would sure be more interesting if there were more … troubles in the world 
I’m late ! I’m late ! For a very important date ! 
They say that there is no medicine that can cure a fool … I guess that’s true .
Now you & I are now true Brothers / Sisters !
Well , this must be what they call destiny .
You know , if I was as good looking as you I’d start another type of business .
The rising sun will eventually set , a newborn’s life will fade .
I beat all my challengers , man and beast .
You look like you might have a true killer instinct . 
What fun ! I’m so happy !
Don’t be alarmed … Look at yourself … 
I’ll come back to haunt you !
There’s no way they’re going to hold me back again ! This time , we fight together ! 
Time passes , people move . Like a river’s flow , it never ends .
 What the — Can’t a person get a little shut-eye around here ?! 
I’ll grant you the honour of carrying me .

Mathematicians call them twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. Numbers like 11 and 13, like 17 and 19, 41 and 43. If you have the patience to go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer. You encounter increasingly isolated primes, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers, and you develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny. Then, just when you’re about to surrender, when you no longer have the desire to go on counting, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly.
—  Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

Okay but what about after Yuuri finally wore himself out from all that dancing:
- Victor got away from him for all of maybe 30 seconds to catch his breath and sit down for a minute to try to process what just happened
- but Yuuri isn’t giving him a break
- oh no
- he comes right over and plops himself down on Victor’s lap and starts happily chatting at him in Japanese
- Victor doesn’t understand a goddamn word but holy shit this man is too cute even with the language barrier
- at one point Yuuri boops Victor on the nose and then lapses into uncontrollable giggles
- Victor almost cries
- oh fucking god this is too much for his glass skater’s heart
- eventually Yuuri starts really wearing out and is leaning his head on Victor’s shoulder and probably could have fallen asleep right there on his lap
- and Victor would be 100% okay with this
- but then Celestino sweeps in and apologizes for this drunk mess that’s draped all over Victor and tries to get Yuuri up, come on, time to go back to your room before you pass out on the leading champion of men’s figure skating
- Yuuri makes this more difficult because he latches on to Victor like a barnacle and almost has to be pried off
- Victor does not help at all
- really it’s okay, you can leave him here, i don’t mind
- Celestino thinks Victor is just being polite
- Celestino eventually does get Yuuri up and shuffles him out the door
- Yuuri blows Victor a kiss on the way out
- ‘well Mr Nikiforov it was kind of hard to make out because he was slurring so much but he was definitely talking about your eyes a lot. He, um. Also said some things that. Shouldn’t be repeated in polite company.’
- ‘um. He said he. wanted your. Um. A piece of your anatomy. In his mouth. Are you okay Mr Nikiforov. Why are you lying down on the floor.’
- Five minutes later Victor realizes that he didn’t get Yuuri’s number and tears the room apart trying to find someone who knows it
- but Yuuri didn’t have any good friends at that Grand Prix and he’s not very social at this point so no luck, no one has his number
- and Yuuri isn’t very active on social media so that’s another dead end
- god it’s like Cinderella showed up and got drunk and then just took off after stealing the prince’s heart and left his pants behind instead of a glass shoe
- Victor is so frustrated
- Yuri and Yakov have to deal with a sad mopey Victor all the way back to St Petersburg
- BUT THEN!!!! THE VIDEO!!!!!! ITS DESTINY CALLING!!!!!! time to drop everything and run off to japan to find his true love ❤️
- who still doesn’t remember shit 💔
- but it’s okay. love will win in the end


Personal headcanon: When heroic Edain are described as elf-like, it’s not meant literally. Human heroes don’t really look similar to elves, and can’t generally be confused with elves, unless you have never met both an elf and a human before. They look different, and they move differently. Also, beards. The few cases this might actually be true are when the human has elf blood. Legolas knows at first sight that Imrahil has elvish blood in him, for example, despite the many generations between him and his elvish fore-mother.

The mundane explanation is that humans and elves are both bipedal and similarly formed, so confusing one race for the other occasionally is understandable. It could easily be caused by poor visibility, long distance, having the face obscured, having their back turned, having a particular hair color, dressing like an elf, speaking or responding in one of the elf-tongues, or being unusually tall.

For example, Nienor disguises herself as an elvish marchwarden by putting on a matching grey cloak and being tall enough to blend in (she is so tall that only one marchwarden is taller than her, which is pretty neat). Mîm confuses Turin for an elf “by your speech and your voice.” This makes perfect sense if his speech has the cadence or accent of the Sindarin he spoke during his fostering, or if he is in fact speaking Sindarin.

Turin must be considered separately thanks to this quote, “he was in truth the son of Morwen Eledhwen to look upon: tall, dark-haired and pale-skinned, with grey eyes, and his face more beautiful than any other among mortal men, in the Elder Days. His speech and bearing were those of the ancient kingdom of Doriath, and even among the Elves he might be taken at first meeting for one from the great houses of the Noldor…and many called him Adanedhel, the Elf-man.” Now, the text tells us that Turin could be confused with an elf, but it doesn’t actually show this. His coloring, and height would account for being confused as a Noldor elf as long as he’s clean-shaven, but none of the characters who meet him, like Gwindor or the Falathrim ambassadors, seem to have trouble doing it. Turin was fostered by elves, which would give him knowledge of elven customs and practices that would make it easier to confuse him with biological elves. Calling him elf-man might equally well refer to his elvish habits and upbringing, but I’ll classify Turin as a borderline case.

His cousin Tuor is even weirder, a special case where we have direct proof of a Man being frequently confused by elves as an elf, but Tuor is frequently spiritually grouped with the elves and kind of an outlier. Tuor is cloaked, wearing the armor prepared by Turgon, and standing on a high terrace when Voronwe at first takes Tuor to be an elf. Tuor is confused a second time for an elf while wearing Ulmo’s cloak, but I am explaining that as Ulmo’s magic being the cause, and that something relating to ‘magic’ or the Unseen can cause misidentification. So I’m putting Tuor in a third category labeled ‘who knows.’

Beleg is the only case I know of where an elf is confused for a Man, and again environmental conditions are the contributing factors, “In the dim dusk of a day in midwinter there appeared suddenly among them a Man, as it seemed, of great bulk and girth, cloaked and hooded in white. He had eluded their watchmen, and he walked up to their fire without a word. When men sprang up he laughed and threw back his hood, and they saw that it was Beleg Strongbow. Under his wide cloak he bore a great pack in which he had brought many things for the help of men.” So Beleg’s outline and size are distorted by his clothing and bag.

The other strong possibility is that the description of heroes as elf-like is more of a poetic epithet, and all of the ‘look like elves’ superlative bits are just unfamiliarity with elves or hyperbole and propaganda by the Dunedain. The Silmarillion in-universe has a textual history, and the version we’re reading has been passed down by the scribes of Gondor. Those scribes have a clear motivation for making their ancestors look heroic.

Stories shift and change as generations of storytellers repeat them, and exaggeration of a hero’s characteristics makes for a better story. Ancient epics in our world are full of heroes and villains described in superlatives (god-like Achilles etc.), and I find it reasonable that the same is true of Tolkien’s ancient Edain. Tuor, Turin, Morwen (called Elfsheen for the light of her glance and the beauty of her face) are all characters with high destinies and who are described as elf-like and whose traits could have been exaggerated for narrative effect.

Elvishness also has a thematic context as shorthand for goodness, beauty, and behaving according to tradition and natural law. Even if we know this isn’t an accurate shorthand, it is one that seems to hold weight to an in-universe acculturated reader. In the beginning of the story of Erendis and Aldarion, for example, Erendis is frequently noted to have qualities reminiscent of elves and is also described as looking like an elf. These descriptions disappear entirely in the text as the tale winds down it its unhappy conclusion, culminating in the dismissal of the elven birds when she and Aldarion reject each other permanently. Loss of elvishness correlates to a loss of virtue, alignment with morality and ‘right’. 

The description of men-like-elves by their contemporary Edain can also be explained by the context. When elvishness has social capital, applying this label has power even if it isn’t strictly true or accurate. And being like the elves was a powerful concept among the Dunedain for a long time, both out of genuine admiration and for more pragmatic motives. It was deliberately invoked for political reasons by the three houses of the Edain, the Numenoreans and the Elendili, and their Dunedain descendants in the Third Age.

Unusual Taste Manga

Recently, I’ve been into “not-so-much-of-a-typical-manga” manga. I know, I know, is that even a real thing you might ask. These manga does categorize into common genres (fantasy, romance, horror, etc.) but I just thought they are much more than just a comedy read or a shoujo type, you know. Of course, there are other trillion of manga that is “different” to you (depends on one’s personal preferences), so just considered as a good recommendation. With this, I will also be hunting for more, so wait for the update! Enjoy!  


Not so much of a human boy (What you would call a boy who can transform into a beast and have an incredible sense of smell?).  As if he though he can hide his true identity forever, he met a girl. Well, you know the rest. His new destiny started from there.

Ran to Haiiro no Sekai

Weird family. That’s all I can say. And we looking through the youngest sister everyday misadventure. A good and relax yet weirdly read for a calm afternoon. 

Aku no Hana

Typical high school shoujo. Or is it? Well, maybe there is some twist and turn in this plot. The main character whom to me is some obsessive over his crush, the blackmail attempts, and the strange third girl. Oh, drama, drama. 

Mahou Tsukai no Yome  

Can of like those type of manga where the “slave” will become the bride of rich man through an auction or contest. But this time, her “owner” is not some typical master you can found. (Since I also think this genre is pretty rare, so I will probably do another list of recommendation with manga like this)

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Somali to Mori no Kami-sama  

Ok, so this is probably my favorite one out of all. The main character is so adorable, I just wanna pinch her little face >.<!! Anyway, it’s about a world full of spirits and strange creatures. One day, a golem met this human girl. And this is a story about their adventures. Such a cute manga~

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Kujira no Kora wa Sajou ni Utau  

The plot sort of confused me at first. But after sticking through it, I find it’s really fascinating. The story focused on Chakuro, the main, and his friends travel across islands to islands to find a human trace. Until they spotted a girl…

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Sakamoto Desu ga?  

Ok, I might said earlier that I’ve already pick a favorite. But honestly, Sakamoto Desu ga? had always been one of my top read before I made this list so… (I just wanna give some room of love for the others uk T.T) Anyway, as for the plot, this is basically a life of the “isn’t just cool” but the “coolest!” Sakamoto who just can’t stop attracting everyone’s attention. Everything he do is just simply perfect. Is he even a human? Bonus fact, this manga had already have an anime so PLZ watch it. You never know what you missing out.

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So that’s all my current list for now. Just bunch of random recommended read but really worthy of your time and interest. Stay tune for more! <3

Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother, at the funeral of her late husband King George VI on 15 February 1952. 

I want to send this message of thanks to a multitude of people - to you who, from all parts of the world, have been giving me your sympathy and affection throughout these dark days. I want you to know how your concern for me has upheld me in my sorrow, and how you have made me by your wonderful tributes to my dear husband, a great and noble King. No man had a deeper sense than he of duty and of service, and no man was more full of compassion for his fellow-men. He loved you all, every one of you, most truly. That, you know, was what he always tried to tell you in his yearly message at Christmas; that was the pledge he took at the sacred moment of his coronation fifteen years ago. Now I am left alone, to do what I can to honour that pledge without him. 

Throughout our married life we have tried, the King and I, to fulfil with all our hearts and all our strength the great task of service that was laid upon us. My only wish now is that I may be allowed to continue the work that we sought to do together. 

I commend to you our dear daughter: give her your loyalty and devotion: in the great and lonely station to which she has been called she will need your protection and your love. 

God bless you all; and may He in his wisdom guide us safely to our true destiny of peace and good will.

Pluto in the 5th House

Pluto is one of the most complex planets in astrology. It represents the emotional darkness within us, trauma, things we kept repressed, regeneration, empowerment, fear, transformation, rebirth. It has been labeled as a dark malefic planet, one capable of great damage and destruction since it’s discovery and use in modern astrology. Isabel Hickey describes Pluto as possessing a dual nature; “If he so chooses man can use the line of least resistance and bring himself destruction and misery. When dealing with this most powerful radiation with wisdom and reason, the Minerva aspect of Pluto is in evidence, and the end result is a big step forward for mankind.” Pluto operates on a soul level, the core of our being, and only functions on raw and true emotions. It is representative of the emotions and things we do not want to deal with, for they are too painful for us right now, is what we would say. Pluto hurts us first, bringing forth transformation within the self, and causes metaphorical death of the individual, a rebirth of the self, shedding anew into a being more powerful, wise, and experienced for the world again. In great contrast, the fifth house is the house ruled by Leo - the sign of self will, creativity, romance. The fifth house rules these as well; casual relationships, children, self expression, sex (not to be confused with the 8th house of [intimate] sex, for the fifth house is not intimate on such a soul level), romance, hobbies, interests, attraction, what brings us pleasure/happiness/joy. The fifth house is where we go when we’re enjoying ourselves and letting the self create, indulge in flings and be free.

Any planet in the fifth house is directly tied into the self expression of the chart holder. Some astrologers have compared it to that planet being conjunct the natal sun, because it is so tightly incorporated into the chart holder’s life. We bring our Self into everything we do, and the fifth house doesn’t work without the planet inside of it, it’s always being put to use. Pluto here adds a very magnetic twist to such a sunny house. Those with Pluto in the fifth house, darkness covering the light of the sun, an eclipse is formed. The seriousness of Pluto can overpower the desires of the fifth house; the chart holder may struggle by taking themselves and their loves too seriously, backfiring on themselves creating a struggle to even want to be creative at all. There can be compulsive and ritualistic tendencies when it comes to Pluto due to it’s obsessive nature. Pluto rules our repressed fears and hidden desires; there can be a fear of other’s taking credit for their own work/interests, or of those that are able to easily go after what they desire. There can be much up-tightness with this placement for the chart holder.

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Gaming as a Girl

So, I’m just going to rant a little bit here about something that’s really bothering me as an avid female gamer.

This morning I was on Xbox Live playing ESO and chatting with some people in a party I’ve gotten to know through playing ESO. Most of the people in the party were indeed male gamers, most of them my friends online, but there was one who I didn’t know very well. I, all of a sudden, speak up about something, and he goes, “There’s a girl in the party? I don’t like it when girls are in the party.” To this I reply, “And why is that?” He answers, “I just don’t like playing with girls online because they’re not good at video games. Every girl I’ve played with online has been horrible.” Astounded at his remark I reply, “Woah, that’s so stereotypical. I for one am not the best at games like Call of Duty or Destiny, but you shouldn’t just generalize a specific trait with a gender.” He goes on to say how it’s all science because guys have faster reflex times etc., blah, blah, blah, and while that may be true, he shouldn’t be so sexist and dog a girl for doing something she enjoys just as much as some guys do. I have been discriminated against by many male gamers just because I am a female playing online. It sucks. I’ve been told that I’m probably fat and ugly and that’s why I’m a female playing video games, I’ve been accused of being a guy using a voice changer to sound like a female because there’s no way a female would be playing GTA V Online, I’ve been called just “the girl in the party” and not by my actual gamertag like most people go by, and I’ve been told what to do, how to do it, and the best way to do it because there’s obviously no way I would know how to play a game, right? I have loved video games ever since I was a little girl, and was probably the only one in my group of friends growing up who avidly played games, so yeah, at times I felt embarrassed when I would be asked about my hobbies and one of my top ones would be “playing video games.” Socially, it just didn’t seem normal for a girl, so yeah, even as today more and more people are accepting of it, there are still those assholes out there that think girls can’t and shouldn’t play video games. Well, I’d just like to say to them, kindly screw off…and to anyone out there who has ever felt that they’ve been discriminated against for playing any video games, to you I say, game on! :)


anonymous asked:

i want to read magnus/alec fics bc i love them but can't find good ones. do u have fic recs? thank u!



this is a lot lmao!!! but yeah these are some i’ve REALLY enjoyed so hopefully you will too :)


“If there’s something called destiny out there… The fact that he showed up in front of us… One who was the same type as the Generation of Miracles but didn’t become part of it. The last to awaken with the same talent as the Generation of Miracles. A "miracle that isn’t a miracle,” and… the true light that met the shadow of destiny.“

Aomine Daiki

phosphorus bright - eyes

Aulea cradles her son – the tiny being she brought into this world, the brightest light that she calls hers – softly, humming as she rocks him back and forth to soothe him. She marvels at his eyes, as blue and true as hers; at his baby-soft tuft of black hair tickling her arms; at the clean smell of him, cutting through the harsh and sickly sweet copper that hid any other scent but his.

Her heart breaks when she thinks of the cold world that awaits him, the destiny she had seen in the stars and read so many times about in the hidden corners of the Lucii’s Archives. You can’t have him, she thinks fiercely, cursing the astrals who had engineered all of this, Eos whose magic only ran true in the line of the Kings of Old. She refuses to let her son sacrifice himself for a world that sentenced him to death before he was even born, refuses to let his light be extinguished in favour of the sun’s.

It’s cruel, and selfish, and stupid, but she doesn’t care. The world she is leaving behind or her son; it’s not even a choice in the end, not really. Even now, she feels her life slowly trickling away drop by drop, her body exhausted by the battle of giving life in exchange for her own. But it would be enough, she would make sure of it.

Bowing her head, she presses her forehead to Noctis’ tenderly, soothing his cries once more with the silly lullabies her father used to make up for her, ignoring the screams coming from the other side of her door. She hopes Cor will sing them to him one day.

Regis’ pleas, her brother’s increasingly worried demands, Clarus’ severe voice, the midwives’ panicked ones; she pushes them out of her mind and begs : please let me be ice once more. The icicles sealing off all entry points to her rooms drink in the last of her strength and grow, overtaking the walls in tangled vines and throwing off ribbons of diffracted light across her face, painting her in red and green and gold. For one fleeting moment, she is as magnificent as she once was in battle, her face carved in marble and her life made into a mosaic of shadows and light. But the story she is about to tell is not hers, not anymore.

Aulea presses trembling lips to her baby’s delicate eyelids and speaks. A prophecy is only a story the world tells itself, she was told once; she would just write a better one, a brighter one in its place. She spins words out of her love, out of her despair, out of her pain; pulls them out of her heart in messy strands that she smoothes out before weaving them around Noctis in a tapestry of sounds. One by one, they ink themselves on his body, floating briefly on the paleness of his skin before sinking down into his bones, seamlessly intertwining with his marrow and his veins.

A story of light and love. A story of death and despair. A story of life and shadows.

She would make Bahamut bow before it. She may be just a speck in the grand scheme of things, a life that would never amount to anything, but Noctis, Noctis would be more than this. Alone, she could never fool Eos into accepting her story as truth but maybe, just maybe, beginning would be enough in this case.

She cannot see it through to the end, but she can lay the foundations, pour everything she has left into twisting the world to her benefit, make it pliant beneath her hands so another may take over once she is gone.

You will live, she thinks, the greatest blessing and the most damning curse I could ever give you.

When she is finally empty and spent, when her heart threatens to give out at each of its beat, when Noctis is sleepy and silent in her arms, she stops speaking, and lets go. Ice disappears as if it had never been and the door flies open, nearly in splinters from the strength used to break it down.

The last image they will keep of Aulea is her smile, exhausted but satisfied; the red staining her and the bed, spreading outwards like an inexorable sea; and her back, straight and proud to the end.

“Don’t stop.” She tells them, eyes blazing with determination even as the rest of her flickers and fade. “You must not stop.”

And then, she’s gone.

Hey guys,
Just a little bit of a blessing. Or can I just tell you what to go do? Just go be awesome everywhere you go. Just go be awesome!
 Love God. Love people. Don’t judge anybody. Just Reflect the Father heart of God, reflect who he is. 
And maybe your out there tonight and you are holding on to your seat going ‘I’m not going forward’ and all the sudden something happened to you in these last 45 minutes. I know there’s somebody here i feel it; I know it in my spirit gut and your going ‘oh my goodness it’s true, he really loves Me, I have a future, I have a destiny!!’ you don’t have to walk down here you just say I believe. I believe!

May the lord bless Oklahoma may the lord bless you and keep you. May the lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious unto you the lord lift his accountants upon you. Give you peace. 
Let’s finish well. We can finish well. We got one shot at this. Can you believe we get picked that he calls us children of God. That blows my mind.

So you know what your supposed to do. You are suppose to go be Jesus to everybody. Just go be awesome.
And I bless you with an abundance of favor all the days of your life. 
And I pray for an revival for not only this city and but for this state and for America.

I think it’s time to stop saying God Bless America. I think it’s time to do hey America it’s time to bless God as a nation.

Hang with comrades, hang with friends stay in the course stay on the path and I’m going to see you on the other side If I don’t see you again and I’m sure I’m coming back at some point.

My prayer tonight is that God will fan the flames.
Some of us have a little flicker. I don’t want to be a flicker I want this thing inside of me to burn! Just a big Bonfire and everywhere I go people, they just go dude what is up with you? Woah!
It’s Jesus.
So fan the flames till the whole world sees us burn you are the fire!

—  Michael W. Smith
Franklin Graham Crusade, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. 8/22/15
The Midnight Star Quotes
  • “You think me cruel,” I say. “No,” Magiano replies. He hesitates for a moment. “Maybe a little.”
  • “He brought her gifts from the living world, rays of sunshine bundled in baskets, fresh rain in glass jars.”
  • “Everyone knows that to openly show any disrespect for Magiano means instant death at my hands.”
  • “I take a step back so that her blood doesn’t ruin the hem of my dress.”
  • “It’s Teren, both hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, standing over him like a strange guardian.”
  • “He could imagine that he was staring at a younger version of the Queen of the Sealands, before she turned her back.”
  • “I sleep poorly when you’re not around,” I finally mutter, irritated. “There are…voices that distract me when I’m alone.”
  • “Raffaele withdraws his hand. ‘Get away from me,’ Magiano snaps at him. I’ve never seen him so upset.”
  • “ ‘Was I not clear?’ I call out. The corners of the space turn dark, and a haunting wail whips through the air.”
  • “I wish it were me Violetta turns to for comfort.”
  • “ None of us are saints. We can all do better.”
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Our Future

NaLu Week Bonus Day 2: Cold

Setting: Eclipse Arc

Pairings: NaLu, NaLu family

Summary: What if Nashi came through the Eclipse gates instead of future Lucy?

“I’m sorry,” Lucy said in utter disbelief of what the stranger in front of her had just said. “Y-You’re who?”

The mysterious woman, clad in a black cloak with silver lining on the edges of the fabric contrasted well with her odd rose colored hair. Her hazel eyes went back and forth between the utterly shocked man and woman. “M-My name is Nashi Dragneel.” The sobs threatening to escape her throat did not help the confidence she tried to keep in her voice. “I am the daughter of Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Heartfilia. I came from the future, seeking my past guilds help.”

“Y-You’re…” Natsu couldn’t even get the words to pass through his throat. Daughter? Him, Lucy? Him and Lucy had a daughter in the future together? So many unanswered questions, but seeing his supposed daughter’s eyes shine with the tears threatening to fall, he put all his questions to the side for a later purpose. “You said you needed our help? With what?”

Natsu and Lucy stared at the pink haired female who seemed to have trouble finding the words to say. She was staring at her feet, a sign that she was thinking. When she slowly brought her head to look at the mages, the tears finally streamed down her cheeks like a faucet.

“The future… dragons… death… Fairy Tail-” Her murmured words went to waste as she collapsed to the ground, making Natsu and Lucy jump into action.

“H-Hey! Are you okay?” Lucy ran over to inspect the poor girl who was out like a light. She placed a hand on her forehead, her temperature felt fine. The pigment of her skin was fine.

“Shes fine Lucy, she’s just low on magic is all.” Hearing Natsu’s words sent relief through her body.At least they determined why she had suddenly collapsed. She was too worried about physical anomalies rather than the possibility of depleted magic, which was just as serious if not more.

Lucy seen the dragon slayer pick the younger female up, placing her unconscious body over his shoulder.  “Whenever she wakes up, she’ll answer the question we both want to know.” Natsu said to the blonde, knowing she wanted to know what the whole ‘parent’ story as well. The two began to walk, finally seeing a stairway in the distance, hoping it would lead to another floor of the palace.

It stayed silent for a bit until Lucy decided to speak. “Hey, Natsu?” He grunted, his way of showing the stellar mage that he was indeed listening. “What if… she’s telling the truth… what if, we actually are her parents?”

Natsu considered her for a moment, her expression was one of pure disbelief and concern. He felt the same way though, unbelieving that the girl draped over his shoulder was truly his daughter along with concern for the future that was so horrible she apparently traveled to the past to escape it.

“Even if it is true Luce, not much we can do right?” He flashed her a smile. “We just have to let destiny take its course.”

“You guys!” The two heard someone call out their names, their attention dragged over to the voice. There they saw Wendy, Carla, Loke, Pantherlily and Happy all waiting by the staircase. They seen the take over mage cup her hands over her mouth to amplify her words, “We’ve been waiting here for ages! Are you two-” Her words stopped when they seen the limp body on Natsu’s shoulder.

“W-Whos that?” Wendy asked, rushing over to see if they needed medical attention. When the young dragon slayer see Natsu shake his head, she looked at him confused. Using his free hand, he started to scratch the back of his head.

“We don’t know honestly. Luce and I we’re investigating something, I fell, stumbled upon a gate and there she was.”

“…She claims to be Natsu and I’s daughter.” Lucy repeated for the umpteenth time, but this time out loud. Maybe then it will start sinking in her head that there was a possibility of her and Natsu having a family in the near future.

“Y-Your WHAT!?” Loke screeched out, face matching everyone else’s. The group of five eye’s widened to saucers, mouths slightly hanging open.

“You’re kidding right?” Happy’s tiny voice asked the celestial mage. Seeing her shake her head no made the blue exceeds imagination run rapid. “Woah! So you and Natsu actually-”

“Look guys, lets not get ahead of ourselves here.” Everyone’s attention turned to the fire dragon slayer. “We don’t have any confirmation yet. Lets just wait until she wakes up and tells us whats really going on.” Without another word, he began to walk up the flight of stairs. Everyone wordlessly following behind.

Nashi groaned, her head suffering with a splitting pain. She felt the floor beneath her, it was hard and uncomfortable; but more bearable than the dirt and gravel she’s had to rest of for the past few wakes. Slowly, she opened her eyes, leaving them squinted to get use to the sudden brightness. She blinked, now fully able to see.

She looked all around her, seeing old but new faces. Just seeing all of her old friends again made the tears begin to resurface. She heard a squeak, turning in the direction of the noise she looked to see it was none other than her father.

“Hey, are you ready to talk yet?” His voice was soft and gentle, just like her father in the future. She wasn’t ready, no where near ready to talk about the events that were to come if the past wasn’t altered…

But she had too if she wanted to change the future, to fulfill her parents dying wish.

“The future… isn’t a good place.” The stranger looked up at the group, looking as confident as she could. “Ten thousand dragons attacked Earthland, leaving only ten percent of the population alive at the end of it all.”

She watched as everyone’s eyes grew wide, not fully comprehending the words being said. Dragons attacking? The only dragon known to be alive is Acnologia. Was there another dragons just hiding waiting for the right moment to come and attack?

“W-What? Ten thousand dragons?!?!” Natsu shouted, not wanting to believe the spoken words. “How is that even possible?!”

“It’s all thanks to Eclipse, the gate you and Mom seen me come out of.” Lucy had to bite her tongue to hold the question she desperately wanted to ask the young wizard, needing to know more about the time traveling gate she came out of.  “Eclipse was designed for time travel purposes, the main goal to go back in the future and defeat Acnologia before his ungodly slaughter on the dragons.”

The tears she tried so hard to hide fell from her eyes as she continued with her explanation. “Only a Celestial Wizard was able to open the gate with the the twelve zodiac keys. Mom… sacrificed her life trying to get me here.”

Lucy’s hands clasped over her mouth, breaths uneven at the new information. The rest of the group stayed silent. What felt like hours of silence in reality was only a minute before Natsu decided to break the silence.

“So… its true Lucy and I are your parents?”

Nashi looked up at the past versions of her parents, noticing the disbelief they held in their eyes. She didn’t blame them. A strange girl you met by chance telling them she was your daughter? That was a lot to take in.

Wordlessly, Nashi reached into her black cloak with her left arm, pulling out a picture. She flashed it to the two teams, their eyes widening as they inspected it.

It was a picture of Natsu and Lucy, looking much older than they were now. In Lucy’s arms was a small child around the age of four, hugging the blonde. Natsu had his one arm around Lucy’s shoulders and his other around the small pink haired child. The three were all smiles, looking as if they were laughing with one another.

“I… can’t believe it.” Lucy said in a whisper, eyes sneaking over to Natsu who just stared at the picture with wide eyes.

“You two were the greatest parents ever. I… had to watch you two-” Her sobs started to take over again before she could finished. Everyone put two and two together, knowing that Nashi meant she had to watch her own parents die.

“Hey.” Natsu’s voice was so soft if everyone wasn’t in such a close proximity they wouldn’t have heard it. “It’ll be okay.”

Nashi looked up with tear stained eyes, watching as her father walked over to her kneeling on the ground. She felt his large hand palm the back of her head, bringing it closer to his until their foreheads touched.

“Thank you. For protecting our future.”

Nashi’s eyes widened at her father’s words, unable to speak. She just nodded against his forehead, letting the tears come out rapidly.

Lucy smiled at the scene of Natsu being so loving to their future daughter. The sight itself brought tears to her own eyes. On impulse, she began to walk over to her future family, wraping her arms around them.

Natsu took his forehead off his daughters to look at Lucy. The corner of his lips turned into a smile as he wrapped his arms around the two females for a family hug.

The rest of the group just admired from afar at the loving family. The more they looked at the scene, the more they believed the mysterious girls words.

She was Natsu and Lucy’s daughter.

After a few moments of silence, tears, and heartwarming moments, a voice decided to interrupt them.

“My, my. Isn’t this a scene to behold?”

Everyones heads snapped around to the source of the voice, seeing another unknown figure standing before them. Natsu stood up in front of Lucy and his daughter protectively. “Who the hell are you?”

The man laughed at Natsu’s words. “You don’t recognize me? My, I’m hurt Natsu Dragneel.”

The dragon slayer squinted his eyes. He looked familiar, but different at the same time. He sniffed the air, smelling the familiar scent. “R-Rogue?”

“I guess your dragon senses are still top notch Dragneel.” He praised the pink hair man. “Do you happen to smell anyone else?”

Natsu took another whiff, eyes closed in concentration. When he understood what he meant, his eyes snapped open, iris’s turning green with anger. “Why is your scent mixed with Sting’s!?”

“I know you’re not that naive Dragneel.”

“You bastard.” Natsu spoke in a harsh tone, making Lucy stand up a worried look on her face.

“Natsu what does he-”

“That bastard killed Sting.”

Gasps sounded throughout the room.

“H-He what?” Wendy shakily said. Her body shaking when Rogues intense stare met her eyes.

“I am Rogue Cheney from the future. I killed Sting to gain his power.” He said rather proudly of himself.

“You monster…” Lucy spoke loud enough so he could hear her. She watched at he turned his head eyes darted over to her, digust in them.

“The only monster here is you.”

Lucy looked in disbelief, not noticing the way Nashi was shaking in fear of future Rogue. “As I recall, I didn’t do a damn thing. I’m not the one who killed my partner!”

“That may be true.” Rogue gathered his shadow magic into his hand. “But you were the one who opened the gates and ruined everyones future, Lucy Heartfilia!” He shot out his magic, directly at the blonde.

“Lucy!” Natsu shouted and jumped at the fast approaching magic in hopes to stop it before he reached his beloved blonde. He reached his hand out in a desperate attempt to make the dark magic hit him instead. His efforts were futile.

He couldn’t stop the attack.

The magic was rapidly approaching and Lucy knew there was no way she could dodge or counter the attack in time…

She knew she was going to die.

From the corner of her eye, she seen something clothed in black coming at her. Before she could say anything, Nashi jumped in front of her mother taking the force of the attack straight in her stomach.

Everyone stared in a trembling silence as they watched Nashi fall to the floor unmoving. A pool of blood surrounding her writhing form.

Lucy was the first to speak. “NASHI!” She sprinted to her daughter’s side, instantly getting on her knees and propping the teen up. “Nashi. Nashi baby please speak to me!”

“M-Mom…” Nashi whimpered as Lucy held her closer. “Y-You didn’t-”

“I know baby I know.” Lucy tried her best not to let the impending sobs take over just yet. “I w-would never do that.”

Nashi twisted her head to look at her father’s trembling body, his olive green eyes fill with unshed tears. She smiled through the pain at both of her parents. “I’m… so happy I got to see the two of you one more time.”

“Nashi!” Lucy shouted in a desperate attempt to keep her daughter’s attention focused on her.

“I l-love you mommy, daddy….” Before going limp in Lucy’s arms, she whispered on final request.

“Please… protect the future.”

“Hmmph. No matter.” Rogue nonchalantly spoke as if he just didn’t kill somebody. “I won’t miss this time Lucy Heartfilia.”

“You… BASTARD!” Natsu shouted in pure agony, deflecting Rogue’s attack this time. “Y-You killed my daughter.” Natsu’s heads snapped up, showing the tears rushing down his tanned cheeks.

“Now I’m going to kill you.” He let out another fire attack towards his enemy.

“I will protect and change the future.” He brought his hands up to his scarf, clutching it tightly showing he meant what he was promising.

“For my daughter.”

Nashi laid on the ground in an open field, recognizing the scenery was different than the castle she was in before. She made an attempt to get up, thinking she would only feel pain, relieved to feel that she had felt none.

“Where am I?” She questioned herself as she inspected the land around her. She only seen miles upon miles of blue skies and golden grass.

“Nashi!” She froze as she heard her name. Not her name… but the sound of the person who had said her name.

It sounded exactly like her father.

She slowly turned around to the source of where she heard her voice. Eyes widening as she seen two figures smiling at her.

“Get over here already honey, we’re all waiting.” She heard her mother’s sweet voice say this time.

Nashi felt as if she couldn’t move, but she could feel the tears surfacing in her brown eyes. She watched as her parents ran over to her, each one taking one of her hands in their own.

“Lets go Nashi!” Natsu shouted.

“Our adventure continues.” Lucy said softly before they all started to run towards the other members in the guild.

Nashi ran between her two parents, their hands locked together. Her tears falling in streams down her face seeing her present parents alive and well again.

The coldness in Nashi’s heart began to fade, knowing her sacrifice was worth this never ending adventure. 

Perfect gift

First of all Merry Christmas to all!! And I feel so happy to be back. I’ve got a week holiday so fill my inbox with hi and ideas! And here is a cute, fluff imagine !

Giggling and squealing she jumped on bed straddling her boyfriend of 10 months by his lap. She was way more than excited to spend her first Christmas with her love. She wanted to wake him up but his pretty precious face was getting into her way. But duh who can stop the excitement of Christmas ? Giggling she squishes Harry’s face in both of her hands.

“Wake up bubba!!!!” Her voice was filled with excitement and joy. She was not less than a baby to him. A cute baby with whom he was endlessly in love.

“Not now poppet. Let me sleep” he groaned pulling the white covers up to his face to hide himself in it.

“But it’s Christmas.” She whined like a baby and he could imagine that cute pout on her face whenever she whined.

“Basically our first Christmas” she said softly before pulling the covers down his face and hugging him. She hide her face in his neck taking in the smell of him. He was like a dream to her. A dream she believed could never come true but call it a wish of destiny it did.

“Indeed it is” he chuckled and she could feel his chest vibrate beneath her. He pressed a soft kiss to her head before cupping her face and pecking her nose.

“Can’t kiss you on lips because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet” Harry said brushing tiny hair off her face which eventually fell from her messy bun. He laughed when she pouted.

“Not now poppet. Let me brush my teeth then you can have as much as kisses you want.” He said before getting off bed to brush his teeth. Y/n meant a lot to Harry as well as much he did to her. The whole world knows that Harry Styles has never been good in terms of long term relationships. But this time it was different. This time he wasn’t just dating someone. But was feeling someone.

Y/n stood up and folded the covers, fixing the bed when she heard bathroom door open and a wide grinning Harry coming out of it.

“Now who’s up for some kisses?” Harry said as y/n giggled and went to him. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck standing tip toes to be at face level with him. Being a gentleman and a cheesecake Harry leaned in first connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. She kissed back immediately the moment she felt his lips mounding into hers completely. Moving their lips both of them drifted into the moment of bliss and love.
With a heavy heart and a groaning Harry, y/n pulled away.

“Baby…..” Harry whined as he leaned in again for a kiss but y/n pressed her palm against his lips.

“Time for presents.” She said clapping her hands excitedly before running down the stairs. Harry smiled at her immature nature. Though he said that he liked older ladies somewhere in his heart he wished for a younger girlfriend. And y/n fitted that spot perfectly.

“Slow down sweet.” Harry said after her as we walked down the stairs. His heart swell with love when he saw y/n who only reached his collarbone standing with a present in her hands. Though she was wearing Harry’s grey jumper and some Christmas shorts with a messy bun she still was the most perfect and beautiful girl he ever saw. Her perfect full pink lips and rosy cheek were so inviting that Harry couldn’t stop himself from leaning in cupping her one cheek and pressing several kisses to her cheek.

“Hey stop. I’ve got you something” she giggled and she handed Harry his present. Looking at we softly then at the box in his hands he opened it. It wasn’t anything much fancy or expensive but was a little something that he knew he’d remember for lifetime. It was a snow globe with a dancing couple inside.

“I’m sorry this is a cheap gift. I didn’t had much money and plus I haven’t received my salary yet so yeah. Plus I’ve engraved our name on it!” She said smilingly as she showed him their name beneath the couple. Harry put the globe gently on coffee table before sitting on the couch and pulling her down beside him.

“This is the best gift I ever had. It always is gonna remind me of us. It’s just like you. Simple and pretty. I don’t need anything expensive bug something to remember and this is that thing” Harry said before cupping her cheeks and kissing her with all the love he had. She kissed back showing him the same love.

“I love you” Harry mumbled and y/n stopped in her tracks. Her eyes wide and lips apart.

“Y-you do?” She stammered.

“Ofc I do. You give me that feeling which I never got. You give me those butterflies for which I always craved. You give me that love which I always of. ” Harry said looking straight into her eyes holding his breath as he waited for her to say the same.

“I love you too.” She said smiling. Harry felt that his could boost anytime soon. He kissed her tightly before pulling away.

“Say it again!” He said

“I love you! Gosh I love you Harry!” She said giggling as Harry kissed her again but without pulling this time. What a perfect gift to remember on.