and i had to agree with her

Tangled Yarns 1: Bamboo Stitch

March 27, 2018

“It’s happened,” said the group leader, “and now we have to put the plan in place like we discussed. The first step is set to take place soon.”

The rest of the gang nods, agreeing that it’s time to start moving on the project they had all committed to months ago.

“Anyone need a refresher on her role?” Carefully examining the blank faces around the table, the leader sighs, opening her notebook and scrolling backwards to eight months previously, reading the notes from their meeting at the time.

Relief crosses more than one face, and the leader is proud of herself for taking good notes during the planning stage. Of course, none of them had expected to implement the scheme this soon, but what could one do? To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.

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anonymous asked:

10 for kidge please!! i love you and all your work!! <3

Thank you and ily2!!  ♡


“We can’t keep this up forever.”

Pidge bit her bottom lip and continued to mindlessly play with her phone. She stared at the bright screen with disinterest and shifted her attention on the sheen pavement Keith was driving on. The roads were covered in ice tonight and he had to drive a little slower, meaning the car ride would be a little longer tonight.

She wasn’t complaining, but Keith appeared to be having a hard time.

Well, maybe she was too. A little. Just a smidge.

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Day 19: Witch/Garra

i love this character far too much to say she just started out as a ‘but what if i had made him female instead’ concept. A little self indulgent and inspired greatly by Morticia Addams, mostly down to the fact me and @hurraaid accidentally made her and her partner like Morticia and Gomez orz

Accidental cryptid version because I hid the layer with her skin on by accident and both @maltedmilkchocolate and I agreed it looked cool haha

anonymous asked:

saw someone say "pronouns /=/ gender" . let me die . i know this is normal for Tumblr Standards, but i thought that idea had finally died out. :/

ehhhh i cant say im in honest agreement with you, nonnie.

it really depends on the situation.

“She/her” (strictly) is a female presenting pronoun.

“he/him” (Strictly) is a male presenting pronoun.

“they/them” is your gender neutral pronoun.

unless you meant to say “pronouns =/= gender” in which i would have agreed with the rest of your statement. 

but unless you’re nonbinary/dont care what pronouns people use for you, pronouns do represent gender. which is why ‘he/him lesbians’ are a major cringe factor here.

-Darastrix

Nik: He’s the country’s most-wanted criminal.
Liz: He’s my father.
Nik: Which excuses nothing.


I actually agree with the sentiment. Lots of criminals have kids, doesn’t mean we should throw open their jail cells. 

Just because your father is a criminal doesn’t mean you should be. Liz should draw lines. I think Red wants her to. But they always have this message coming from people like Nik and Tom with no (or very little) moral leg of their own to stand on.

Was Nik aware that Red had a deal with the FBI? He must have been. Barring the fact that Liz was an agent who hung out with Red all the time, the task force showed up after Liz “died” and ushered Red into the back of his car rather than slap cuffs on him. 

I kinda liked him at the end, oddly enough. This time he just told Red not to call him again. I can respect that.

It’s so odd to me that neither of these guys, who think Red is the worst, most dangerous dude to ever walk the face of the earth, who seem to have no illusions about how deadly he is and have seen with their own eyes what he’ll do for Liz, fear what he’ll do to them after they find out he’s her father.

It apparently doesn’t even occur to Nik that he “killed” this super deadly dangerous dude’s daughter right in front of him. He doesn’t seem concerned at the thought.

I would be like, ‘oh, crap.’ Then I’d change my name and move somewhere far, far away.

We're Already Married

So, I am supposed to be working on a chapter of a story and an angsty oneshot. But this fluffy drabble had to be written. It just had to.
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               “Draco, we need to talk.” Lucius told his son firmly as he and Narcissa walked into the room.

                “Mhm. Go ahead.” Came the little three-year-old’s distracted voice.

                Lucius rolled his eyes before stepping behind his son and peering down. “What in heaven’s name is that?”

                That had Narcissa circling the table and looking at her son’s face. His tongue was peeking out of his lips, eyes were narrowed in concentration while brows were furrowed and he seemed to be drawing something on a spare piece of parchment. She blinked uncertainly at the pure disaster of scribbles that were everywhere. If it wasn’t supposed to be a ball of rubbish, she honestly had no idea what her son was attempting to draw.

                “It’s Dobby. Can’t you tell?” Draco looked up with a wobbly lip and sad eyes as he pointed across the room to the house elf. As if the thought of it not looking like Dobby was a disaster.

                Lucius looked over for the first time and noted that the elf was in an odd pose with an apple balancing on his forehead.

                At his arched brows, Dobby hurried to explain. “Master Draco asked Dobby to be his muse.”

                “Is that so?” Lucius drawled with a heavy sigh. “Draco, you can’t order Dobby to play with you.”

                “Why not?”  

                Patience was not Lucius’ strong suit. He looked to the ceiling briefly before shaking his head. “We will have this conversation at a later date. There are more important things to discuss.”

                Draco hummed a little before looking up with wide eyes. “Am I in twouble? If so, Dobby did it.”

                A soft surprised noise emitted from the elf and Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “No, you aren’t in trouble and don’t blame Dobby for things he didn’t do.”

                “Sowwy.” Draco apologized as he looked down at his hands.

                “Sorry.” Lucius corrected. For some reason, pronouncing R’s were hard for his son.

                Draco’s brows were pinched in confusion. “That’s what I said.”

                “No, you said—” Lucius paused as he decided to let it go. “Nevermind. What I have been trying to tell you is that we have come to discuss a pureblood tradition with you.”

                That had Draco’s expression souring. “No thanks.”

                Narcissa covered her mouth as she tried muffling her laughter. Salazar, she loved her son.

                “Draco.” The hard tone of his voice had his son straightening up and giving him a serious look. Finally.

                “When you come of age, you will be drawn into a marriage contract. This is something that most purebloods do and it is a standing tradition of the Malfoy family.” Lucius shot is wife a look when she crossed her arms. He knew that she didn’t agree and wanted Draco to find his own spouse but that wasn’t the plan.

                “I’m alweady mawried.” Draco interrupted excitedly!

                Lucius blinked rapidly. “You want to run that by me again?”

                “Hawwy asked me to mawwy him today! I said I would if he let me have his pudding. He did!”

                “And who pray tell is Hawwy?” Lucius shuddered at the pronunciation.

                “Hawwy is my best fwriend. He has pwetty eyes and he said I do too! We are mawried.”

                Narcissa smirked at her husband. “You hear that? He’s already married. Looks like that marriage contract is moot.”

                “Narcissa, you can’t possibly—”

                She stood up rapidly, holding out her hand for her son to take. “I can and I will. You want to explain to your son why he can’t marry his best friend? Because if so, you can deal with the aftermath.”

                Draco looked between them rapidly. “But…” His eyes filled with tears. “We alweady mawried.” The sniffle he released had Lucius closing his eyes. “Tomorrow’s the anni- anniver-” He scrunched up his nose as he looked to Narcissa for help.

                “Anniversary?” She offered picking him up and holding him close.

                Draco nodded rapidly as he wiped his eyes. “Yes. I want to give him a gift.”

                Narcissa smiled softly. “How about we go see if we can have one of the house elves cook him something. What kind of desserts does he like?”

                “Tweacle tawrt.”

                Lucius watched his wife and son walk out of the room with a shake of his head. He looked over and noticed that Dobby was still in the same awful pose. “Cease that at once.”

                When the elf let out a noise of relief, Lucius rolled his eyes. “What are the chances that I’ll get my way in the end?”

                He knew that Dobby couldn’t lie to him, so he was interested in hearing the response.

                The *pop* of the elf’s departure was heard and it had Lucius putting his face in his hands. “That’s what I was afraid of.”


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I just saw a couple people who looked like they maybe walked out during [Strangers] and that’s not really a problem that we’ve ever had here before so I just wanna take the time to remind everyone that if you come to this concert you are agreeing to be a part of a safe space for everybody in the room. You bought a ticket to see a queer girl who loves her queer fans very fucking much. You see, I wanna make sure that you guys have the best night of your lives tonight and I’m going to do everything I can to make that happen, okay?

Natsu and Lucy’s daughter live drawing from the Friday panel at NYCC. I recorded this myself, and had to sacrifice the quality in order to post it on here (tumblr has a 100mb limit). I didn’t know Mashima would get into her name or her appearance so I stopped the video right when he said he was done, but he did say she wears the scarf like her dad and explained her hair a bit. And if I remember correctly he said she looks like Lucy. About the names, Mashima mentions Nashi and Luna (probably because it’s Natsu and Lucy’s names combined, I don’t remember if he said that though). I also can’t remember if the fans mentioned the name “Nashi” first (because everyone was like “what’s her name???”) or Mashima did in this panel. I do think it was Mashima who said it first. But yeah, here you go! Mashima approved, lol!

Small rambling: He wouldn’t draw something that didn’t agree with his story and he wouldn’t mislead or be cruel to his fans like that. Mashima is a VERY nice guy who treasures his fans so much. He was taking selfies with us, posing with us, laughing with us, talking to us, etc. I’m so glad I had the opportunity to meet him. If Mashima did not want to draw the children of Nalu/Gruvia, then he wouldn’t have. He would have politely declined, but as you all can see, he had no issues whatsoever. The fan asking didn’t even expect him to draw it, she was just wondering what the kid would look like. Mashima himself said “hmmm let me try!” That’s what what happened with Gruvia’s too–I had a back up character for him to draw me (Gray) if he declined drawing their child. Luckily he was all for it, and truly enjoyed drawing the kids. He even requested his staff/friend take a picture of the Gruvia child for him to keep.

Anyway questions are welcome, though I really haven’t looked at my ask box since… well… yeah. I’ll try to get to that soon, and I’ll answer questions to the best of my abilities. It depends if I can remember exactly what was said, because I didn’t record everything. X’D

Edit: Okay my friend had the recording too.
She looks more like Lucy with her eye lashes. Has Natsu’s spiky hair. Dad’s scarf. And Mashima is the one who says her name after being asked.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Thirty-Three

Summary: Jared finds out about your quickfire answers at your panel, leading to an uncomfortable discussion
Words: 3.4k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Jeff, Sam, Dallas (OC)
Warnings: mild angst
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

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BTS Reaction: His Ex-girlfriend Hurts You

Anonymous said:

“Could you please do a BTS react to y/n being injured because of the member’s ex-girlfriend? And btw I love your posts so much 👌”

Thank you so much, sweety! 😙


Jin:

He comes home to see you with a fat lip and bloody nose. He panics, asking what happened. “Did you get mugged? Do we need to call the police.”

“No, Jinnie.”

He waits for you to tell him what happened, but you don’t. You know he’ll feel guilty, and you don’t want that.

He continues to press you for information until you relent. “Fine, me and your ex got into a little…scuffle.”

“A scuffle,” he repeats indignantly.

“Yeah. She said some things…I said some things…so we scuffled.”

“Y/n,” comes his exasperated reply. He’s going to be angry with you if you don’t tell him exactly what happened.

“I couldn’t just let it go when she said…when she said you two hooked up.”

“You know I would never cheat on you.”

“I know that, you idiot!” You don’t mean to take it out on Jin, but you can’t help the anger building in you again, just thinking about what she said. “But if you heard the disgusting things she said, you would’ve hit her, too!”

“Okay, okay,” he soothes as he hugs you, mindful of your bruised face, which he will be caring for once you’ve calmed down.

He’s knows he’s not to blame; his ex was always obsessive. But he can’t help feeling a bit guilty.

Originally posted by the8-carat


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It Wasn’t Real (part ten)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten eleven - finale

A/N: We’re nearing the END GUYS!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader.

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, like an extreme dick, so…. AND DEATH….

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Originally posted by edsgazebos

“I-I don’t understand…” Beverly mumbled, hugging herself as your words dawned on her. 

“Richie saw IT.” You announced, gesturing over to said boy who look liked he’d been caught doing something illegal. You hated to call him out like this, the Loser’s still talked to him whereas you’d only really recently started speaking to them. If he knew, they would question why he never said anything. But you ignored it, focusing on the task at hand. Stan. Stan was the task at hand. “I saw IT and it has Stan. I tried- tried to ignore it but I can’t anymore. Not when Stan needs us.”

“Richie?” Eddie asked softly, and all you could hear laced in his tone was fear. Your intense gaze fell on Richie, who looked back from you and your friends. You had faith in him; he’d promised he wasn’t going to abandon you on this. He’d been the one and you knew he’d pull through.

Sighing, Richie nodded. “I saw IT. It’s back.”

“H-How do you know it has Stan?” Bill asked.

“IT wrote the words “WHERE’S STAN?” in my bedroom.” You explained, hesitating before you finished. You felt everyones eyes on you and you were unsure if you should say the rest or not. But you reminded yourself that they needed to know. “In blood.”

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“Nothing I do is ever good enough.” part.3 Ending

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 2,890

*WARNING* - The following content can be triggering. With mentions of depression etc. Read at your own risk as this chapter is quite ‘dark’, and I don’t want to upset anyone.

[part.1] [part.2] [part.3 ending]


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Ghost Stories, part one

“You’re not what I expected at all,” muttered Peridot.

Pearl paused mid-weld.  It had been a few days since Peridot’s meltdown, since she’d contacted Yellow Diamond only to have her faith in the Homeworld hierarchy shattered.  Garnet had spent a day calming her down, and they’d returned to working on the drill, so things were sort of back to normal, but Peridot had barely spoken to Pearl since.  No smug superiority, no plaintive whining about her ideas, no backhanded dismissals of her ability (which had actually been few and far between since the robot fight, to Peridot’s credit.  The little gremlin was trying, and Pearl appreciated that.)

No, Peridot had just…stared.

Not while she thought Pearl was watching, of course.  As soon as Pearl glanced in Peridot’s direction, she’d pretend she’d been completely engrossed in her work, but nobody had ever taught Peridot how to be subtle.  It had really started to grate, but Garnet had asked her to give Peridot time to adjust, and so…well, she had.

But now Peridot was talking to her again.

Hummm.

Well, might as well.

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Jon and Sansa - Mirroring Dialogue

One thing that happens when characters are meant to be portrayed as a “team” is their dialogue will mirror when they speak to other characters. When together, they might disagree, but they keep a company line when speaking to anyone else. This is really where you see Jon and Sansa’s loyalty to one another.

1) “We’re here because of you…”

For some bizarre reason, some people took this as Sansa being selfish in taking credit for winning Battle of the Bastards. The only reason she talked to Arya like this is because Jon validated her role. He left her in charge. He wants her to know she deserves respect…and so she does! Zero chance she says this without Jon’s s6 words. She wanted to apologize to him before he said it!


2) “You undermine me…”

At the root of it, Jon still does not feel like he deserves to be King in the North. He expressed some hurt to Sansa over her questioning him in the season 7 premiere. Once she realized he was hurt, and not questioning her loyalty..what’d she do? Refused to undermine him even once to an outsider. Keep in mind she still disagrees with him leaving but she will not undermine him.


3) “I’m consumed with the Night King…”

Sansa first criticizes Jon for not focusing on their enemies to the South. Jon essentially shows fear to Sansa. I don’t think she is used to seeing him afraid of any foe. So she takes it seriously. Jon’s priority is her priority. She knows that LF has the pulse of Westerosi politics. But she also can see that he doesn’t take the threat beyond the wall seriously enough. Even if she knows Cersei is a threat, she doesn’t do anything underhanded to prepare for Cersei. She sees Jon’s bigger picture.


4) “You need to be smarter…”

Here we have Jon lamenting that he didn’t listen to Sansa. No other character talked to Jon about “my father’s mistakes” and going South. His bannermen surely told him he should stay, but the specific things Sansa warned him about are what he cites to Tyrion. Bonus points: Sansa is everyone here I guess!


5) “I will not punish…”

Jon shows a gentle heart in his treatment of the Karstarks and Umbers, yes, but he also shows very good strategic decision making. And Sansa immediately recognizes that. When she talks to Arya about NOT beheading people. She instead echoes why refusing to do that helps Jon. Jon taught her something about ruling and the big picture and she held onto it. Sansa needed to teach that to Arya (even if I hated the contrived fighting they had).


This is how partners behave. The only time one questions the other is when Sansa believes she can be candid with Arya, before being shown that Arya doesn’t understand the plan she and Jon have agreed upon. And so Sansa goes back to the company line. I think this speaks as loudly as anything. She tried to talk to Arya like she does to Jon and quickly learned she can’t. She spends the rest of the season, up until their first from-the-heart discussion on the battlements after LF’s execution, simply echoing what she and Jon have discussed. Jon is still Sansa’s anchor point after he leaves. And she spends the whole season holding it together for him. They are functioning like a King and Queen.

anonymous asked:

Ooh trans!ance being outed somehow?

Trans!Lance is my jam! Thanks for the ask!


Lance pulled the binder over his head and glared at his chest as he scrutinized the level of flatness. One side is larger, Lance decided as he adjusted the binder again. It was great, living in space and being trans. Lovely. Fighting battles, saving lives, and rarely if ever being able to wear his binder

Lance pushed the thoughts away as he pulled his shirt and jacket on before heading down to the meeting room. Lance grabbed a quick breakfast along the way, Hunk’s calming chatter enough to ease his nerves. They were meeting with the O’Dai, a race of aliens whose home planet the had saved yesterday. The people themselves were, from what Lance had seen, quiet and reserved, and Lance found their quiet grace off putting. 

The O’Dai lounging in Lance’s chair- or former chair, Lance noted as he saw small residue of slime the O’Dai’s amphibious body secreted- was long and thin, built for pushing through the ocean waves with their powerful, webbed arms. Its head was long and thin, its eyes large and black. Lance could feel its gaze bearing into him, and he shuddered unconsciously. The thick scales above its eyes seemed to raise as it looked him over, and Lance pushed his unease away as he took Keith’s seat, a small sense of satisfaction making him smile as he sat in the Black Paladin’s chair.

“Lance. This is the Myu Duxoum, the Head Diplomat of the O’Dai peoples. Myu Duxoum, this is Lance, the Red Paladin and our sharpshooter. I’m sure he’s pleased to meet you.” Allura added as she directed a stern glare at Lance. The Paladin shook away his resentment as he stood and bowed to Duxoum the way Coran had taught him was proper in O’Dai culture. Allura’s eyes widened slightly, and the smile of Duxoum’s face grew.

Myu, as Coran had told Lance, was the formal address for officials in the O’Dai language. Lance took his seat again, and Duxoum stood and gave the proper Altean homage, a small curtsy-like motion. Lance bowed his head, and Duxoum gave him another sharp smile as he sat again.

“It is a pleasure to be your acquaintance, Myu Duxoum.” Lance began, and Duxoum’s face peeled back into another unsettling grin. Seriously, Lance thought, the amount of times this guy smiles.

“Lance.. What an unusual name for a female.” Lance froze. His face was caught on a small smile, his hands halfway clasped, legs stiff. Lance’s breath hitched, and suddenly he was smiling again as he shook his head, trying to brush off the sudden blanket of dread that covered his entire body, especially as the other Paladins joined them,

“You’re mistaken, Myu Duxoum, I am a male.” Lance corrected, his words stiff. Allura stared in confusion between the two, and Lance gave her a quick shake of his head before returning his gaze to Duxoum. The O’Dai shook his head, another sharp smile on his face. Lance was beginning to hate those smiles.

“I am not mistaken, Mori Lance. The O’Dai are able to tell the gender of a person by their scent. You are female.” Duxoum said, and Lance just. Stopped. His entire body was trembling, and he could feel the stares of the other Paladins on his back. Mori was, as Coran had told him, the derogatory term for a female of a ‘lesser’ race.

“You’re mistaken, Myu Duxoum.” Lance repeated, his voice stiff as he stared down the O’Dai diplomat. He forced the feeling of terror that steadily rose in his gut down, and he tried so. Damn. Hard. To ignore the smile that had re-appeared on Duxoum’s face.

“I’m sure I’m not, Mori Lance. I must say, however, that I cannot agree to an alliance with people who have liars on their team.” He stood.

“Lance, what does he mean?” Shiro asked, his stern gaze centering on Lance. The Red Paladin shifted uncomfortably underneath Duxoum and Shiro’s gaze. 

“I’m. Not. A. Girl.” Lance bit out, the dread suffocating him, and Duxoum shook his head.

She seems upset. Perhaps you should tell her that she is the reason this alliance just can’t happen.” Duxoum said airily, and left. Silence filled the room, and then, suddenly, Lance was gone. The sound of his feet across the floor was the only noise in the room, then the hiss of the door shutting behind him. 

Keith glared at the door Duxoum had left through as he turned to Hunk. “What the hell was that about?” Keith asked, and Hunk looked away. His eyes were still wide, and he wanted nothing more than to kill Duxoum, but instead he ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he heaved a deep sigh.

“Lance is trans.” He finally said, followed by Shiro cursing and Pidge staring at Hunk in disbelief, eyes wide. Keith just ran an angry hand through his hair.

“What… Does trans mean?” Aullra suddenly asked, and the other Paladins stared at her in confusion before realizing the word held no meaning for her.

“It’s when someone is assigned a gender at birth but they actually identify with another gender. Usually it’s a trans woman or man, in Lance’s circumstance, but there are people who identify outside male or female.” Hunk explained, his voice soft. 

“Oh. We have.. Had… People like that on Altea. Our ability to alter our bodies made it easier though.” Allura said, before her eyes filled with disgust and she too stared at the door where Duxoum left.

“This will certainly not be a race we will ally ourselves with.” Allura hissed. 

Lance was curled in a ball inside Red, sobs wracking his body. I am a guy. I am a guy and my name is Lance. I am a guy. The sound of feet against the metallic floor of Red’s cockpit stirred Lance from where he hid, and he looked up, eyes puffy and red.

Keith was sitting next to him, hands holding his own legs up, and he looked over at Lance and smiled gently. His smiles were always tentative, his face unsure whenever they graced his lips.

“Go ahead. Tell me I’m stupid for making a big deal out of it. Tell me I should just admit that he’s right. That I am a girl.” Lance choked out, his voice trembling as another sob rose up. He leaned back and clamped his eyes shut tightly, unable to admit the inevitable was about to happen. 

“Lance. You aren’t a girl. Duxoum was an idiot and he was wrong.” Keith said as he took Lance’s hand in his own. His eyes were still tentative, but there was no question that he was lying. He was as sure of it as Lance was.

Lance pulled Keith into a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around the Black Paladin, and Keith awkwardly pat his back for a moment before returning the hug.

“Thank you so much.”


Trans!Lance being outed hurts my soul cuz my parents are transphobic and getting outed is one of my biggest fears.. I love my sunshine child though, and I love writing prompts. Thanks!

anonymous asked:

But can you imagine Allura having a really dark arc where she's learning about quintessence and how her powers but it becomes too much for her. And she has to visit Hagar in her prison cell (or wherever she is post-war) and get her advice on how to help her. I always thought their dynamic would be interesting.

Ohhhh yes, there’s a lot to explore there.

Haggar has already expressed some…horror, upon seeing herself as she once was, Honerva. Does she feel regret, guilt, anger? Does she realize that she made a huge mistake, or does she only wish she had been able to learn more? 

Furthermore, she was visibly taken aback when Zarkon reprimanded her for letting their son take the throne. While she agreed that Lotor was a terrible leader, it seems she just expected Zarkon to agree with her, rather than question her initial decision.

This is a stark contrast to their earlier interactions. Even when Haggar’s Robeasts failed in the past, as that one Galra soldier said, “the witch has his ear”, so Zarkon never directed his anger towards her. In fact, Zarkon slammed his arms down on his throne, startling Prorok, when Prorok dared to question her. 

Yet, now that he’s been revived again, even more of a shell of his former self, he’s beginning to lose that innate love for her that guided his actions in the past, whether he remembered being her husband or not. Which is…honestly really depressing. I think that’s his last tie to “humanity” (for lack of a better word), and he’s losing it. 

Haggar is already questioning herself, I think, and Zarkon losing his love for her, while she continues to love him, might push her further towards the light. 

It’s also curious that Allura specifically mentioned not being trained when Lance told her that she could save them; she could have just said she didn’t think it was possible, or something to that effect, so I think it was intentional. 

I don’t think that Haggar, Allura, and Coran are the last of the Alteans (Romelle pls), so that intrigue may not last long. However, Allura was clearly disturbed that Haggar/Honerva could betray her own people like that, so she may also just…want to know why. And why? Well, because she wanted more knowledge, which would be what Allura is seeking.

Also, it was directly after Allura made the discovery about Haggar that one of her other powers manifested itself. 

I don’t think Allura would ever become corrupted like Honerva was, but it would be interesting to see Allura struggle with that and perhaps show Haggar/Honerva that knowledge does not need to come at the expense of compassion. 

Chapter 4: I want you to want me because I’m me // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Author’s note: So there’s a little bit of swearing in this because Shawn gets mad

RecapIt’s silent, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment from my outburst. He grips my chin softly, forcing me to meet his hazel eyes. He’s close enough that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I hold my breath waiting for his response.

Leaning close enough that our noses brush he whispers, “I’ll take my chances”, then he’s gone and I’m left standing there wondering what the heck just happened.


“Ever since the rebellion at your school you’ve been acting strange.” My sister, Steph, breaks the silence in the car. It was our ‘sister bonding time’ that our Mother makes us do every 3 or so weeks. Today we were driving to the mall, grabbing some lunch and doing a little window shopping.

I stare out the window, the harshness of the grey buildings broken up by the flash of evergreen scrubs. 

“I’ve been a little distracted.” I tell her. I wasn’t ready to tell her yet that I had found my soulmate, and that he wasn’t keen on me.

“You know you can tell me. If something was bothering you, you can tell me.” She sounds so sincere and my gaze flicks to her. Even though she says this I feel like sometimes she just wouldn’t understand. We were polar opposites personality and look wise- except for the eyes. We both had the same wide blue eyes with a rim of gold surrounding the pupil. 

Steph’s ginger hair was in ringlets today, her blue eyes framed with long lashes. She was a mix of both my parents while I looked remarkably similar to our Dad. When I was younger I thought that she took all the beauty from our parents genes and I was stuck with the brains. 

“I just… I don’t want to talk about it right now because I feel like if I do, its just going to make it seem more real.” I flip the air con on, a stream of chilled air hitting my rosy cheeks. “And that’s what I’m trying to avoid. I don’t want it to be real.”

She hums, taking a left onto Marion Street. “It sounds like you need a break from everything.” 

“I do. I really, really do.” I laugh, tucking the strands of hair that fell in my face behind my ear.

“Jace invited me to go to the club with him tonight. I think you should come.” Jace was Steph’s soulmate. They had met when they were both 14 and had immediately formed a close relationship. Steph was now 20 and their 6 year bond was another reason why I believed so strongly in the soulmate system.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me tagging along?” I ask hesitantly, fiddling with my seat belt.

“Of course not! Jace will understand that you need a serious pick-me-up from what ever quarter life crisis you’re going through.”

I laugh, Steph’s giggles accompanying my own. 

“One more thing before I agree to this.” I pause, meeting Steph’s blue iris’s and it looks like I’m looking at a replica of my own.

“What is it, little sis?” She says cheekily, slowing the car to a stop as red shines from the traffic lights. 

“You have to ask Mum if I can go tonight. I don’t want to face her wrath if she says no.” 


I had no clue what to wear. What if I wore the long sleeved dress and overheated? The maroon dress looked great on me but I had no shoes that went with it. Deciding to go with my gut, I wear the black sleeved dress, slipping some slightly heeled flats on as I go.

“Y/n, hurry up.” Steph calls, walking as fast as her heels could carry her, rushing to open the door where Jace had been ringing the doorbell for the past 5 minutes.

“I’m hurrying.” I snap at her, pressing a quick kiss to my mother’s cheek as I pass her, Dad was still at work.

“Have a fun time girls!” Mum shouts before we shut the door and I wave at her before closing and locking it.

“Thanks for not making me wait at all.” I hear Jace mumble to Steph, her girlish giggle making me want to run back inside and under my bed covers. I did not plan on being a third wheel tonight.

“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” I say to Jace, cutting off what ever conversation they were delving into.

“No problem Y/n.” Jace grins at me, and I could see why Steph was so obsessed with him. Tall with blonde curly locks, he was a stunner, and when he smiled, his whole face lit up. Together, they looked like they should be on the front page of every fashion magazine.

I get in the back seat, tuning out Steph and Jace’s loved up conversation and the car begins to move, the city becoming a blur.


We were let into the downtown club with no dramas. When Jace told me we were going to the South Side Club, I was surprised. It had a reputation for good liquor, loud bass and housing members of the libertas.

I didn’t say anything, didn’t mention that my soulmate was apart of the alleged rebellion that wanted to destroy everything I believed in. Maybe it was a good thing that my match didn’t want me. We were from two different worlds and a relationship between us would surely never work.

That thought alone fed the multiple drinks I sculled back. I didn’t count how many I had. All I knew was that the more I had, the less I thought of him. 

The more alcohol I consumed, the more I began to let loose. I was at the bar, on the dance floor, talking to the group of guys who looked like they had never seen a bar before- probably why they let me talk to them even after I had spilt my drink on one of them.

Someone was pulling me away from the granite counter top of the bar. I had sat down, starting up a conversation with the bartender who chuckled at my every second sentence. 

I groan, the flashing lights catching my eyes and I wince. 

“Come on Y/n, Jace and I are taking you home.” Steph’s comforting words fill my ears.

I walk beside her lazily. “I’m cool with that.” I murmur, resting my weight on her.

“How much did you drink? You smell like half the bar.” She wrinkles her nose and laughs, the sound pathetic even to me. We’re outside the club now, the cold wind nipping at my ankles. Jace has pulled the car around and he’s holding the door open as I climb into the back seat.

“No spewing in my car Missy,” Jace scolds gently. “Wait until you get home.”

I grin at him sheepishly, sending him a thumbs up I rest back into the seat and I close my eyes. Someone shakes me awake awhile later and I startle, Steph frowning down at me.

“God, Y/n you look smashed.” She helps me back out the car as its pulled up out front our house, slightly onto the front lawn. 

“I don’t feel smashed.” I giggle at her, clutching onto her arm.

“I’m going to Jace’s house so once I’ve let you in the front door I want you to go straight to your room, do you think you can manage that or do you want my help?” She sounds so strict and I salute her, nodding my head.

“I can do it boss.” I grin and she helps me up the front steps onto the small decking. Unlocking the door she holds it open for me and I lean on the wall, tailing my way into the dark house.

“Are you sure you will be okay?” Steph asks, worry in her tone.

“I’ll be okay Steph, Mum’s here and if I really need help I will go ask her.” I tell her, feeling a hint of sobriety. 

She looks at me skeptically and I shoo her, closing the door. I wait until I hear the car drive off before making my way to my room at the end of the hallway.

I grip the handle of the door, finding the small trip to the bedroom easier than I expected. When the door swings open, my lamps already on and the light stings my eyes.

“What the-” I don’t finish what I was saying, the sight of my soulmate sitting on my bed causes all my words to disappear. 

“Where the fuck where you?” He hisses at me, his eyes dark slits. Standing up, my Match marches over to me, the scent of his cologne wafting around me.

I hiccup, brushing past him leisurely. “Out.”

“It’s two O’clock in the fucking morning, I got here at 10 and I’ve been waiting 4 hours for you, wondering if something bad has happened to you, and all you can tell me is that you’ve been out?” He’s furious. Every word is coated with venom yet my mind finds no reason to take him seriously.

“I don’t care if you’ve been waiting. Why are you even here?” I groan, tugging off my shoes and placing them into my closet on the shoe stand.

“I was here to fucking talk about all that gooey shit you spilled out yesterday about soulmates.” He seethes, shutting the closet after me as I left it open. 

“Well I was busy, get over it.” I start to unzip the back of my dress when his hand stops my movement.

“What are you doing?” He breathes, and I shrug his hands off, my dress slipping slightly down my body.

“Changing into my pajamas, what does it look like?” I glare at him, forgetting that I was about to be nearly naked in front of my soulmate. I unzip it the rest of the way, my dress falling to the floor and I step out of it.

I open a dresser draw, my back to my match, and I take of my bra, chucking the large shirt over my head which falls halfway down my thighs. When I turn back to face him, he’s frozen, his eyes never leaving my figure.

He coughs, clearing his throat. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“Eh, a few.” I lie, tying my hair up in a bun.

He sighs, walking closer to me, stopping to see if I move away. I don’t.

“Where did you go tonight Y/n?” He asks me, a lot calmer then before.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business Match.” I’ve riled him back up.

“Stop calling me that.” He demands me, his hands clenching.

“It’s not like I have anything else to call you.” I retort, closing the distance between us until I’m inches from him.

“What about calling me by my name?” He growls at me, his eyes black and the light illuminating the side of his face.

“I don’t know your name you dweeb.” I push his chest angrily, he doesn’t move an inch.

“How do you not know my name? I’m your fucking match.” His arms splay and I glare heatedly at him.

“I don’t know it because someone decided to skip the 20 questions stage of our relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship!”

“If you don’t tell me your name then I’m not telling you where I was tonight, or who I was with.” My intoxicated mind speaks for me, providing me with words that will fuel the fight.

“What do you mean who you were with?” If its even possible, his anger heightens. 

“Sorry Match, but I can’t answer that.” I say smugly, crossing my arms.

“My names Shawn, now talk.” He spits at me, I was thankful my parents weren’t on the same floor as me or they surely would have heard us by now.

“Full name?” I question slyly and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing.

“Shawn Mendes.”

“Good boy.” I praise him and he scowls at me.

“Fucking talk.”

“I was with my sister and her boyfriend at the South Side Club. I drank and danced and then they took me back home.” I explain to him.

“Of course you went there.” He says more to himself then to me. He turns away from me, rubbing his jaw lightly. “Did you see anyone wearing this jacket there?”

He points to the same jacket he was wearing the day I met him, the white Libertas phrase dim in this lighting.

“I can’t remember, I was too busy getting smashed.” I say dryly, and he rolls his eyes.

“I can tell, you smell like you had a bath in alcohol.”

I stare at him, watching as he picks up some trinkets off my bookcase, examining them, and then putting them back. It was weird to see my soulmate in my own room, where I spent my life. It was even stranger how easily he fitted into it.

“What are you doing here Shawn?” His name runs smoothly off my tongue and his shoulders tense as I say it.

“That’s not important right now. You’re drunk and you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” He says tonelessly, crossing the room to pull the bed sheets away for me to hop into bed. 

“Will you tell me tomorrow then?” I whisper, abiding and slipping under the covers.

“Maybe, you may not want to see me tomorrow.” He sounds tired and I finally notice the dark circles under his eyes. He moves the quilt so its covering me again and I snuggle into them further, letting him tuck me in.

“I’ll always want to see you, you’re my match.” I yawn, feeling my eyes flutter shut.

“I don’t want you to want me just because I’m your match.” He tells me quietly, flicking my light off and zipping his jacket up.

“Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.

I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.

“I want you to want me because I’m me not because you were told to.”

Originally posted by kdrauhl