and it is all his fault

Important: The V and Rika Discourse; this needs to stop.

Please read, everyone

Hey guys, I have something important that I’d like to announce:

I think I’m gonna try to..stay a little bit away from Tumblr up until the hype calms down. Opinions can’t be stated freely these days without something going wrong, and nobody can ever about their different views like adults in a mature manner. Or, people state opinions without any proof or reasoning. Liking characters to spite people, insulting those with different opinions, and it’s all over something you all consider to be a game. @yoosungshoodie made an amazing point which was:

“You all say it’s just a game and that it isn’t serious, but it becomes serious as soon as you’re called out or proved wrong”

That wasn’t their exact words, but that was the general message. I agree with them completely. Everyone’s all talk and what they say is right and you’re wrong but then as soon as someone makes a valid point, NONE of you are willing to accept that and it becomes “IT’S NOT THAT SERIOUS LOL IT’S JUST A GAME, CALM DOWN”

Then why did you care so much in the first place?

If you like V, cool, if you like Rika, cool. Like em both? Cool. Don’t like either? Cool. GUYS. It is SERIOUSLY not something you should all be screaming about and starting feuds over and this is getting ridiculous. I like the people who can disagree with me, present their opinions without getting aggressive, and have a conversation with me like a human being. Is it normal to get a little upset? Of course, I tend to. But I don’t sit there and talk to the person like they’re a piece of garbage and I do my best to never word what I say as if it’s 100% fact unless it’s something that has been directly presented to us in the game with only one possibly way to take it.

I was so excited too, it was so exciting to see Mystic Messenger trend again! But no, people who act like children had to ruin the experience. “Oh look at you, you’re insulting people” I’m doing it reasonably. I’m telling you how it is. And nobody ever listens either.
Some of you need to stop with the sticks up your asses and learn that just because it’s your opinion, that doesn’t make it fact. BE OPEN to what others have to say, whether it’s agreeing or disagreeing with you. Don’t just dismiss their ideas because yours are different.

“Hey I disagree with this *insert polite reasoning*”

“Oh wow, that’s really interesting..I didn’t think about it that way”

Funny right? Cause like…hardly anyone ever talks like that. it’s more:

“Wow you fucking skank, it’s all Rika’s fault/it’s all V’s fault *insert childish rambling*”

Here’s what we know, okay? Let me tell you EXACTLY what the V and Rika situation is: None of you are V, none of you are Rika, and none of you are Cheritz. Therefore, none of us know everything and I don’t think any of us ever will and frankly, I hope it stays that way so everyone can just get over this and enjoy the game instead of fighting with all this “iM RIGHT AND YOURE WRONG!” “V DID NOTHING WRONG!” “RIKAS A SNAKE!” or “V USED RIKA AND ITS ALL HIS FAULT!!” “V DID THIS AND THAT AND-”

Guys. STOP. 

Poor Cheritz, man. They have the mature, wonderful, fun fans who just love the game and making friends with others like them.

And then there’s some people. The people who have to shit in the swimming pool. Not even piss in it, but shit in it. The ones who can’t STAND listening to other people’s opinions, whether you’re on V or Rika’s side or on both or not on either, god, I do not care because people from every perspective have and will continue to act like children about this up until they leave the fandom. This is absolutely ridiculous and I’m disappointed in the people who do this in the fandom and make it hard for other people to enjoy it.

That all being said, I’m not leaving. *Unless this somehow gets any worse* But I’ll only be coming back to answer a few asks and maybe shitpost, talk to people, and that’s it. Up until all this chaos is gone, anyway. When everyone calms down, I’ll return to write more. This all has completely diminished my will to write out things and be happy for right now. 

Please spread this message as much as you can guys. Please, whether it’s reblogging or posting something similar in your own words, please just make sure people know that this is getting out of hand.

Let the Adults Talk

                                            SUGAR PT.8

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: sike y’all thought

Words: 1315

Prompt: Struggling with the pressures of running a bakery in New York City, [Y/N] [Y/L/N] is your average, flour-covered baker. Bucky Barnes is your no nonsense, sugar-hating guy. What happens when the two get closer than Fate intends for them to?

Warnings: drinking, my trash-mouth, i still don’t know what i’m doing

A huge shoutout to @redgillan for being an actual angel and beta-ing this for me.

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ask-the-holiday-nightguards  asked:

Okie. I think it was yours that was about Lance's about Lance's home life with the abusive father. And that got me thinking about a different take on it. What if, his father promised his mother a lot of things. Going to college (if they could) after he did. Never having to work a day in her life after he couldn't send her to college. Getting to go on a vacation after they raise enough money and then not being able to do that ect. (1/2)

After Lance turns 13, he hears his parents argue every night about funds and gets the brute end of it. With him being the one who has to care for his younger siblings because his older siblings have all left for different reasons. Ending is up to you (2/2)
Oh okay!! This is really cool and interesting. I hope you like it!!
We all have little problems about ourselves that we just can’t help. Some people have a problem with lying, while others may have trouble with stealing. Lance’s dad problem was always making promises. More specifically, promises he couldn’t keep. Ever since Lance could remember, he could always hear his dad making promises to his mama.
“Mi amor, I promise that when the kids go off to college, I’ll do the same. Get an education to create a better living for ourselves.”
“Marcia, I promise you that I will take you and our family on a grand vacation. Take a break from the beach and go somewhere with grassy plains and mountains as far as we can see.”
But he would never keep them. It wasn’t his fault really. It just that all the promises he made had something to do with money. Money they didn’t have. Lance knew this from the late night arguments that would often wake him and his younger siblings awake. He would round them all up, and tuck them back into their shared bed, whispering small reassurances, lulling them to sleep. Lance would then creep down the stairs, wincing every time the old wooden steps creaked underneath his feet. He slowly lowered himself on the stairway, sitting on the steps. He could see the shadows of his mom and dad in the kitchen, safe from their view.
“Diego, we can’t afford this. We’re struggling to pays the bills as is, and we were late last month. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Marcia, it will be okay! I promise-”
“No!! I’ve had it with your ‘promises!’ The promise you never keep, that fill me with false hope!” His mother hisses.
“Well what do you expect me to do? I’m doing everything that I can! If Lance would grow up and get a job, he could help the family out!”
“You know that Lance does plenty around the house. He the oldest now since his older siblings left and gotten married! He watches the younger kids. He helps me so much. Cooks dinner, cleans, puts the children to rest. What more can he do?”
“He can get. A. Job. Something to get money from! Work at the local market or farm! He could put that prodigy brain of his to use and find a way to make money!Anything!”
Lance shakily let out a breath. He eyes began to sting, and he could feel the water begin to form. He would do anything to help his family.
Marcia let out a long sigh. “We will work this out, Diego. But for now, let’s get back to bed. We’re lucky we didn’t wake the children. Again.”
Lance held his breath as he listen to his parents footstep fade away to their bedroom. Lance let a few tears escape as he slowly made his way back to bed, legs lightly shaking and his jaw set. He would find a way to help provide for his family. Even if it killed him.
A few days later, Lance walked down the sandy beaches of his home to get the mail that his mother asked him to. His hands were in his pockets as he kicked up sand and whistled a random tune. When he got to their rusty old mailbox, he brushed away the dust and the beginnings of a cobweb. When he reached in to retrieve the mail, he felt a thick envelope. Curious, he took it out, flipping it around him in hands, trying to find the addressor. With wide, disbelieving eyes, he ran his fingers over the top the envelop. Addressed to him personally was a letter from the Garrison.

(Hint hint wink wink: this melts in with my Prodigy Lance Fic near the end)*****

Britt Speaks More

I am so incredibly disappointed to find out that Oak is being replaced in The Great Comet. It is disheartening to see that it truly seems that they can’t stand by their more diverse cast and that money seems to be more important than integrity.

I honestly feel that it was a ploy that used Oak’s Hamilton cred to attempt to stay relevant and keep up interest when Josh left. I think there is no doubt about that. The fact that he started late and now they have cut him short when their plans didn’t go as they wanted them to is disgusting. They ignore the praise Oak has received. They ignore all the work Oak put in to learn two instruments, all the songs, and the choreography in a short period of time. They replace him with a well known white actor.

I know this isn’t Mandy’s fault in the slightest, he shouldn’t be blamed for the producer’s decisions. I just think it’s incredibly disrespectful that they won’t even let Oak finish out his contract.

This whole situation leaves an extra bad taste in my mouth after hearing all the things Oak talked about in the Bars Workshop feed. The way he goes about understanding his roles, the effort he puts in, the way he tries to find peace in every situation… His answer for the question about if he thinks this means real change for POC actors rings very true today. He said it hasn’t been long enough to tell if this is real change or something that is just happening right now and will go back to the way it was. This show is proving his point right now.

Things need to change. We have to stand up for POC actors. There is no reason that they should have to work harder to get rolls. There is no reason that their talents should be overlooked just because they aren’t white. There is no reason that they should be afraid to demand change.

This industry is happier to whitewash instead of giving POC actors and actresses the rolls they deserve and it needs to stop. We need to show them how it needs to stop so there can be real change.

Alright fandom, I’m about to bring up a topic that has pissed me off for way too long. Way back to one of my favourite arcs, Book of Circus.

A topic that has not only been something personal to me, but another reason that Sebastian Michaelis is one of the most disgusting characters and if SebaCiel was real, it’d be indeed a heavily toxic relationship. Also, a counter argument to everyone that brings this up as a point to hate Our!Ciel.

Today, I’m going to discuss my heavy belief and theory, that during this scene, Ciel was forced into a PTSD attack.

Look at the following three pictures.

PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) -  a condition of persistent mental and emotional stress occurring as a result of injury or severe psychological shock, typically involving disturbance of sleep and constant vivid recall of the experience, with dulled responses to others and to the outside world.

With this in mind, PTSD has to be triggered by something, not just when Ciel walks in and sees the exact duplicate of a room he was trapped in for a month. These three photos are so important because it shows exactly how this connected to that day. The doctor representing the cultists, Ciel is now forced to remember all those terrible memories, his traumatic memories scratching the surface. How heavily these two scenes correlate is so important.

Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?

At this exact moment in time, we lost Ciel, he was gone and reliving everything. The outside world completely falling apart to him, having no idea what happened anymore after this moment.

Now, showing the actual attack.

‘Stop it’.

‘Stop it’.


What do you assume from the black text boxes? To me, this appears to be happening in Ciel’s mind, he is now reliving this all over again until the end of the arc. I will go more in depth in that later.

Right now, he is calling out to someone right now, he wants someone to get him out of this hell hole, just like he did that day.

My point is, and I can’t stress this enough, he believes he is back there in the cage, and he wants out. He is gonna do everything to get out.

To make more sense of this before moving on to my next point of the actual PTSD attack, here are the symptoms of an attack.

Behavioral: agitation, irritability, hostility, hypervigilance, self-destructive behavior, or social isolation.

Psychological: flashback, fear, severe anxiety, or mistrust.

Mood: loss of interest or pleasure in activities, guilt, or loneliness.

Sleep: insomnia or nightmares.

Also common: emotional detachment or unwanted thoughts.

Now, I have put in bold the ones Ciel is suffering from AND signs that he has shown previous to this. Guilt and nightmares are the biggest examples of that.

Right now, he is having extreme emotional detachment and unwanted thoughts, with flashbacks fueling fear and severe anxiety. He is suffering much more than what he appears to be.

Now, here is my second point to this that involves Sebastian:

For anyone that wants to argue that Sebastian isn’t as bad, or he sincerely cares for Ciel. I’m about to throw those words back in your face.

Sebastian Michaelis is a demon, he does not give a single fuck about our!Ciel, sorry if I have to be the one to tell you this, but he doesn’t and this is the first example I’d give anybody to show them.

‘Young master, is there something you’re afraid of?’

‘You’re outside of the cage right now, my Lord.’

‘Call my name.’

Those sentences, are the biggest forms of manipulation I’ve ever seen coming from this demon. He didn’t break Ciel out of the PTSD attack, I’ve seen other people saying that, but that is far from the truth. I will show that through the next set of pictures. 

Right now, I want to explain what I believe to be Sebastian’s intentions. This goes if he understood what was happening or not. I start to believe more and more that he did, because focus on the look on Sebastian’s face. He is smirking, he seems more than pleased by the situation because he gains from it. He tells him to call his name, say it, because Ciel believes he is in the cage and has just called the demon to come and save him. Sebastian, being aware he wants to be saved, he wanted help, used him, his asthma and PTSD attack, and he did it to make not only their contract stronger but to make Ciel’s soul better.

Revenge, sorrow, pain, all these things that make Ciel’s soul the best that it is, the want to be stronger than his enemies, Sebastian knows this.

Sebastian used this for his own agenda, he didn’t do it because he wanted to help Ciel find himself, because he didn’t. All that demon wanted was to help himself with his meal, that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.

When Ciel then acts out, screaming to ‘kill these guys’, you think he means the doctor and Joker right?

I’m afraid, far from it, saying Ciel is mixing his reality with the past, he believes he is telling Sebastian to kill the same people he already killed three years ago. He does not remember the reality before him. What he is seeing, is so much different than to what you and I were seeing.

The most important point in this post is:

Ciel had no idea who he was killing, he thought he was in the cage, he didn’t care who died, he wanted the cultists stopped.


Another message (SebaCiel):

I don’t care what you ship, I really don’t.

However, if you look at this scene and sexualize it, I don’t mean ironically (joking is fine), I mean you truly look at this and think this is a great example of SebaCiel, I’m sorry, but you piss me off and quite frankly I feel you are not only spiting in Ciel’s face, but the people who suffer from PTSD.

Have you ever seen someone have a PTSD attack? It’s terrifying, it is one of the hardest things to deal with, pulling someone out of those memories and making them feel safe again-. It is difficult, and I’ll say it once more.

No, Ciel calling Sebastian’s name, did not break him out of his trance.

To romanticize and sexualize PTSD and his asthma attack is disgusting, and a pathetic way of filling your yaoi quota.

Off of that rant, I’m gonna move on to the last bit of this.

Burning the children.

As you can see, Ciel just denied the Queen’s orders.

Ciel just denied the Queen’s orders.

He’s never done that before in his entire career, isn’t that off to you?

Of course it is, because he in his mind doesn’t work for her yet, what Sebastian says to him is not processing to him. Sebastian isn’t aware of this more than likely, but I promise you nothing anybody is saying is entering Ciel’s ears and he is understanding it unless it relates to that day. When he says to burn down the place, he believes he is getting rid of the place that caused him aching pain and suffering for an entire month. Not just for him but his beloved brother.

Reliving these memories, Ciel wanted nothing more than it to go away.

Let me say again, Sebastian asking if he was ‘sure’ wouldn’t have helped at all. To open your mind a bit, here are the very few ways to help PTSD. Most of the time the person needs to take medication and probably go to sleep.


Cognitive behavioral therapy - A talk therapy focused on modifying negative thoughts, behaviors, and emotional responses associated with psychological distress.

Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing - Psychological treatment that reduces the stress of traumatic events through eye movements.

Exposure and response prevention - A talk therapy based on exposing feared or traumatic experiences within a safe setting in order to help reduce any associated psychological distress.


Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI) - Eases symptoms of depressed mood and anxiety.

Now, these are modern treatments, which are very few to begin with.

You know what they had back then? Nothing. No, that is not a joke, PTSD was not recognized until 1980. So needless to say, Ciel was fucked, and the only and best way Sebastian could’ve helped would’ve been knocking him out after killing the threats. Not even quite sure if Ciel would’ve been okay after waking, or if he’d even remember what happened, which would’ve been best because now he has the guilt of killing all these children for the rest of his life.

To all the people that use this heavily as a point for disliking Ciel:

I’d just like to say, you don’t have to like Ciel, but don’t you EVER come at me with this shit and telling me how it’s his fault. He didn’t want to do that, if Ciel had been in his right mind and knew what he was doing, he would’ve never made the move he did.

He thought he was killing the cultists all over again.

After all the comments, discussion and controversy with this that I’ve seen, from fulfilling fangirl’s yaoi dreams to completely blaming Ciel for a serious mental disorder, I have to say-

The conversation around this entire situation in Book of Circus inside this fandom, is beyond disgusting to me.

Sorry for my amount of salt in this post, but this topic to me is personal, and I’m tired of it being treated not as seriously as it really is.

This is my theory, my opinions on Ciel’s PTSD, and I don’t believe he should be blamed for something he didn’t ask for.

I apologize for rambling, that’s it.

I’m So Sorry Part Two

The ending of I’m So Sorry. Glad everyone enjoyed the first part so much!

I’m So Sorry Part One


“It’s okay, Jay.”

The words had barely left her mouth before Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed. Jensen tried shaking her again, but nothing was waking her up. Her head lolled gently to the side and Jensen had never felt such fear before in his life. Sudden there was a loud commotion behind them and when Jensen turned back he saw the paramedics finally bursting onto the set.

“About damn time,” Jensen hissed, exchanging looks with an equally terrified Jared. What happened next was a bit of a blur to him. The paramedics crowded around her and in no time, were lifting her into the ambulance, and before he knew it he was left standing on the back lot with Jared, watching as the ambulance and Y/n in it drove off.

“Jay, Jay, JAY,” Jensen snapped out of it and turned to his friend. Jared nodded to the parking lot. “Let’s go, Cliff said he’ll drive us down to the hospital. I want to be there and I know you do to.”

Jensen numbly nodded, he was still in shock. Not only did Y/n, one of his best friends, just suffer a major injury, but it was his fault. How did he not realize it wasn’t a prop? And better yet, which asshole, who has about to lose his job, gave Jensen the wrong knife?

Jared looked up from his phone, as his whole chair shook from Jensen’s constant fidgeting. The older man was still clearly beating himself up over what happened. Jared sent one more text to Gen before closing his phone.


“I’m gonna kill that friggin prop man,” Jensen steamed.

Jared sighed, he knew Jensen well enough to know that he was really just mad at himself. “I know Jensen, and that guy is as good as fired. What I’m more worried about at the moment is Y/n and you.”

“Me?” Jensen scoffed, “I’m fine, but I’m worried about Y/n too. There was a lot of blood Jared.”

Jared gulped and nodded at his friend, “I know man. I can’t stop seeing it.”
“Me either,” Jensen looked down at his still stained red hands. “I can’t believe I did this to her.”

“Jensen, c’mon. You had no idea and Y/n knows you’d never intentionally hurt her.”

“It doesn’t matter. I still did. Jared, I stabbed Y/n.” Jensen’s voice rose as he continued to grow in hysteria. “I stabbed Y/n. She’s in here because of me. Jared, this is all my fault.”

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So I Wrote Another Langst

aka, i can’t come up with titles part two but not really part two because the two stories are unrelated and i’m just rambling so let’s go

“Nice job everyone.” Shiro said to the team. They had just rescued a planet from another one of Haggar’s robeasts. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m gonna be asleep in like, 2 minutes.” Hunk yawned. “Well I’m gonna head up to my room and struggle with crippling depression.” Lance said jokingly, putting an emphasis on the last two words.
“Look, I get it’s a meme or something, but don’t pretend to have depression like that. Or use it as a joke. It requires an actual medical diagnosis which you obviously don’t have.” Keith said in a way that flipped a switch in Lance.
“Well I’m sorry I can’t go see a psychiatrist because last time I checked we’re in space!” Lance snapped at Keith and the room fell silent. “And I’m sorry that I’ve lost motivation for everything, even eating and sleeping! I’m sorry I stay up until 3 am struggling with all my insecurities and how I’m not good enough for you! I’m sorry that whenever something bad happens, it’s always my fault no matter what!” Tears started to fall down his face as he got louder. “I’m sorry that I cause tense situations and make everyone upset or something like I’m doing right now! I’m sorry that I make jokes about crippling depression and stuff as a cry for help and it’s not getting through any of your heads! I’m sorry that I always hide everything with masks to the point where I don’t even know who the real me is anymore! I’m sorry that I feel so lost and unwanted that I’ve contemplated suicide twice in the past week! And I’m sorry that I can’t even muster up the courage to end it already and rid you all of the burden that I am!” Lance was shouting through tears. “But no, I’m just ‘trying to be a meme and make people laugh.’ Is that what you wanted to hear from me, Keith?” Lance said detached in an almost whisper.
“Well then I’m sorry that I apparently hate you according to you.” Keith’s gaze hit Lance like knifes before he stormed out of the room. “No, wait Keith! I-I didn’t… I…” Lance cried out, collapsing onto the floor. But it was too late. Keith was gone. Wow, nice going ‘sharpshooter’, what a great person you are! He told himself. With that he got up, avoided eye contact with his other team members, and walked silently to his room.

parkerponds  asked:

just watching that afterbuzz thing & i'm kinda amused @ matt heavily implying that alec's actions in 2x12 were inappropriate or, like he said in a parabatri interview, it was for the Drama. it's still frustrating that was the direction the writing took / i know we can still rationalise it somewhat (shout out to harry) but it's nonetheless very… vindicating since matt seeing those actions like that also happens to blow a big hole in certain arguments +

+ that almost gave me an aneurysm abt the strength of alec’s feelings or whatever. (i could be reading into things but i feel like you’ve obliquely ref these posts w past meta? if not nvm lmao). anyway it’s always a treat when actors acknowledge these sorts of things (and prove you right)!

I don’t disagree they had to have drama, but also in the context of the show it still adds to that breach of trust, if that makes sense? Like it didn’t go totally ignored; Magnus made pointed comments in 2x13 about blindly following orders and in 2x17 you can tell part of what’s driving his anger is that once again, Alec has chosen not to have faith in him. So the show did seem aware enough that it was written in as part of the narrative to become decisions that Alec is now facing consequences for. I don’t think it’s all his fault, but it’s just a lot of little things adding up over time and his decisions did have an impact in the final outcome of Magnus’ reactions.

You aren’t reading into things, haha, I do know those posts, but in regards to that, I don’t think we need to disregard Alec’s actions to justify his feelings for Magnus. There’s an odd sentiment that Alec is the only one who prioritizes work/family over his relationship, but this is not true. Magnus does the same. Back in 1x09 he helped Jace and Isabelle steal the Cup, in 2x01 he demands the respect he deserves, in 2x13 he rejects Alec when he’s being foolish. 2x17, he tore Alec a new one. The difference between them is that when Magnus prioritizes business, he’s doing it for the sake of the Downworld, an oppressed minority, whereas when Alec does it, it’s because he’s struggling with how he’s been raised or pressure from the Clave. This is why Alec’s actions are more often called out and yes are worse but that’s only due to Alec naturally coming from a place of privilege as a Shadowhunter, not because him prioritizing his work is inherently a bad thing. This is a nuance some people don’t get – and in a character sense, is also why Alec often fails to predict Magnus’ anger bc he isn’t always fully aware of his privilege. So to Alec, it’s just work, but to Magnus, this is systemic racism. And racism is always painful on a personal level.

Anyway, as I said in a previous post, people who have relegated Magnus to Alec’s doormat and think they’re being “woke” by not shipping malec are in actuality erasing a large chunk of Magnus’ character and agency in order to force him into the ~submissive asian~ trope to justify their faux outrage/shipping preferences. Which is frankly annoying and unnecessary, like just acknowledge that you prefer to ship Alec with his brother or you don’t like seeing Magnus with Alec because you dislike Alec’s character and move on; there’s no need to act like you’re fighting for justice on Magnus’ behalf when all you’re doing is erasing half of his characterization.

My Burden: Part 2 of 2

Apologies for the wait. I hope this makes up for it. It didn’t come out as well as i expected so if it sucks my sincere apologies lol i’d understand. It’s unbetad cos i’m an impatient ass so all mistakes are my fault. anyways, I hope it’s alright. Many many thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first part, it truly means a lot that you liked it. 

My Burden

SUMMARY: Emma falls for the shy deckhand, Killian Jones. But secrets are soon revealed and Emma finds herself face to face with his Darker self. The fight to mend the two halves of this broken man begins.


“Dark One I summon thee.”

“You know…” the voice startled her, causing her to spin. “You didn’t have to say it aloud.” he informed from the chair he reclined in. “I could feel you calling for me… all the way from the other side of the kingdom.”

Emma took in his relaxed presence. Her heart hammered at his abrupt arrival, unsure of her herself now he was actually there. He smiled at her unease and seemed to relish in her observation of him.

“Why are you here?”

He chuckled at her outburst, slowly rising from his seat.

“You summoned me, love.”

“No. Why are you here? In this kingdom? Why now?” she demanded.

“I thought i’d been clear on our last meeting.” His voice was tender, softer than it had been before. His hand ghosted over her hair and tucked a strand behind her ear, brushing her cheek as he let it drop. “I want to know you, love. I want you to know me.”

His closeness overwhelmed her. She could feel power radiating off him and it made her skin hum.

“I know I’ve been on your mind, Emma.The same way you’ve been on mine.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he came nearer. He’d been right. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her head and she couldn’t grasp why.

“I could feel your warmth, your happiness, your radiance, it sung to me and I’ve been captured by you. You feel it, don’t you? The pull between us.”

His hot breath caressed her cheek as he chuckled to himself. “That fool finally did something right for once in his sorry life. He brought you to me.”

Emma’s eyes flew open and she stepped back, abruptly breaking the trance he held over her.

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A Different Fate (Elriel Fluff)

So I read these elriel pregnancy headcanons by @fck-tamlin and @sparkleywonderful again the other day and I couldn’t stop myself from writing this little drabble. (Starts off a little angsty but ends up fluffy.)

Elain knew the pain of heartbreak well. She’d suffered through the loss of a mother and a father. She’d lost a mortal life. She knew what it was to lose love.

But this… this pain was another thing entirely. Nothing could quite explain this kind of heartbreak. Her chest felt like it had been cleaved open, her entire body numb with realization. It was one thing to lose something she’d already had… but to never even have it in the first place?

By the Cauldron, it hurt

She should’ve known. She should’ve known. There had been nothing in their future. Even when she’d first gotten her visions, she’d seen her sisters grow big with children. She’d seen Feyre glow with her pregnancy, Rhysand always close at hand. She’d seen Nesta grumble through hers and bicker with Cassian for causing her so much discomfort. (Though their hands were always linked through this, a show of unity for all – including for their unborn child. Both her sisters hid surprisingly soft sides.) 

But she’d seen nothing of pregnancy or children in her and Azriel’s future. There would be no babies with Azriel’s beautiful wings and her pointed ears. There would be no brood of children running wild around them, their laughter helping to heal their parents’ oldest wounds.

Mother above, she should’ve known. After all, both her sisters now had children and yet Elain and Azriel had been trying for longer than both of them combined with nothing to show for it. And the future, always open to her, had been suspiciously blank in just this one regard. 

Their visit to the healers only confirmed what Elain and Azriel had begun to suspect. 

Incompatible. The word rang in her ears. They were incompatible. Infertile. Barren.

And so Elain’s heart – the heart that had ached for children and family ever since she was little girl – broke. 

And Azriel, he was just as distraught and blamed himself. He thought it was his fault – after all, he wasn’t the mate the Cauldron had chosen for her. The worst part of it was that, in a way, he wasn’t wrong. They were incompatible in this base sense… But she and Lucien wouldn’t have been, not in terms of children. 

Still, that was neither here nor there. That future was long gone. Because when Elain pictured home, she saw wings wrapped protectively around her and felt scarred hands holding her tightly. She saw smiles wreathed in shadows and heard a gentle, patient voice coaxing her through her every vision.

She saw Azriel, every part of him, good and bad – her constant, loving companion throughout their eternity.

So even in the midst of her heartbreak, of her grief, she held on tight to him. She would not let this break them apart. Neither, she was sure, would he.

And they didn’t. There were hard days of course, when their house was too empty and when the nursery they’d so lovingly prepared years before seemed to taunt them. They had each other, however, and they had all their nieces and nephews to fill their hearts. 

Feyre and Rhys’ son was first – a fickle boy with all the sass of his parents combined, who always drifted to Elain’s soothing presence. Feyre and Rhys’ daughter was quiet in comparison, but could throw a tantrum like no other. She’d been a fussy baby as well, though that was quickly solved with Azriel’s magic touch – Cassian laughingly called his Illyrian brother the baby whisperer. Elain’s brother-in-law quickly stopped laughing when his own twins were born, however, especially when it seemed that Azriel was the only one who could keep both babies calm at the same time. 

Soon enough her and Azriel’s house became the go-to place for all their nieces and nephews, the children always happy to spend time with their favorite aunt and uncle. Despite not being the future she’d always wanted, Elain found she was happy, content. She wouldn’t mind spending her forever like this, a guiding hand for a her sisters’ children and with Azriel – her husband and her dearest friend – always there with her.

No, that wouldn’t be a bad life at all. 

But then Azriel came back home one day with something that Elain had never seen in her visions. A baby. A little Illyrian boy with hazel eyes and a wrecked wing. Abandoned in the forest for his perceived imperfections. 

“They left him out there. They left him for the wolves… all because he isn’t like the rest of them,” Azriel explained, growling. He cradled the child with the utmost care, his eyes shadowed with anger and grief. But there was also hope in that gaze. Hope that Elain found echoed in her own heart. Hope that she thought long lost. Azriel raised his eyes to her. “They left him to die because they think he’s weak. But they never even gave him a chance. He needs a chance to live, to grow up and become strong… he deserves that much.”

Elain saw the pain of her husband’s past in his expression, in the protective way he held the baby. And when she turned her eyes to the little boy, to his deformed wing and his perfect baby cheeks, she knew. She felt it in her very bones.

“Then we’ll be his chance. And he’ll be ours,” Elain said, feeling the rightness of it in her chest. She laid a hand on top of where Azriel’s lay on the boy’s little chest, leaning into his side as she peered down at the baby – their baby.

“He is ours, isn’t he?” Azriel asked her, voice raw with hope. Elain could practically see him falling in love with this little boy. 

She smiled. “Yes, he is. He’s our son.”

Azriel grinned back at her, his entire face alight with his joy. “Our son,” he repeated, almost dumb with happiness. “We have a son.”

As if he couldn’t help himself, he cuddled their son closer, dropping a lingering kiss to his little forehead. Elain’s heart ached viscerally for her husband. He never thought he’d have this. Finally, Azriel looked back up at her, his eyes shining.

“I think it’s about time he met his mama, don’t you?”

Elain felt overcome with emotion, her throat thick with tears as Azriel handed her their son for the very first time. Her baby curled instinctively in her arms, slowly blinking open beautiful hazel eyes. “Hello there, baby,” Elain whispered, utterly awed. “I’m your mama. We’ve been waiting for you for a long, long time.”

Her son cooed at her and then the future opened up with thousands of possibilities before her very eyes, visions flying past as if tied to the life she held so delicately. But there was one thread that Elain yearned for. Because Elain saw their family in that thread… and it was not just built up of their friends and siblings and nieces and nephews. No, their house could be filled with the laughter of their children. Not just this beautiful little boy in her arms – their son who Azriel would teach to fly despite the odds – but several others. She saw a little girl for them one day, with Illyrian wings and a wicked smile. She saw another girl, this one High Fae, her ears delicately pointed and bearing the scars of mistreatment on her back. And then she saw their last, a third girl who was neither High Fae nor Illyrian, but rather a so-called lesser fairy with skin that glowed like the stars. (Estelle, they’d call her, star.)

And their son would love all of his little sisters with the fierce loyalty he learned from his father and the gentle sweetness he learned from his mother. He would take to the skies with the oldest, help their second girl through her nightmares, and defend the youngest from all those who would call her ‘lesser’.

Elain saw the family of her future clearly for the very first time… tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, unstoppable. She hugged her boy a little closer. He would have a beautiful life. She would make sure of it.

Eventually, Azriel’s soft voice brought her back to the present, back to the boy she was rocking gently.

“What should we call him?” he asked, coming to stand behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist. He ran finger down their son’s downy tuft of brown hair.

Elain leaned back into her husband and smiled. “Let’s name him Darien,” she said. “It means–”

“Gift,” Azriel whispered. “Yes. That sounds right. Darien.”

Our gift.

Because, that’s what he was. A gift. One she would treasure for all eternity. And one day his sisters – Semira (who would fly faster than she would walk), Isa (whose scars would never batter down her strength), and Estelle (who would learn to be proud of her star-blessed skin) – would join them. But for now, for now, Elain simply held her son and leaned into the endless comfort of Azriel’s hands.

anonymous asked:

Lone wolf Stiles?

I assume you didn’t mean a literal wolf. So here’s loner!Stiles -Anastasia

Originally posted by urushenna

Silence by VoidSterekOTP

(1/1 I 2,170 I Mature I Sterek)

Silence, always silence no matter how many times he calls, whenever the pack is together all he receives is silence. Stiles’ days have begun to blur into one long, torturous succession of self-hatred. His grades have dropped at school although no one seems to have noticed. The nightmares that plague his sleep have returned threatening him every time he closes his eyes and is friends…well maybe he doesn’t have any anymore.

How Derek got better by Zarhara

(1/1 I 3,540 I General I Sterek)

Sheriff John Stilinski normally prided himself in the fact that he was quite observant. That being said there was something going on that he couldn’t quite figure out. And it all had to do with Derek Hale of all people. John, more than anyone, understood some of what Derek was going through, having acted the same way after the death of his wife. In fact, it seemed as if Derek was getting better, that he was healing in exactly the same way that the sheriff himself had…

Or: Five times the sheriff ran into a lost and sad Derek Hale and was able to see much more than he should have, but not what was truly important. And then one time when every thing became clear.

The Best Offer by Shippings_galore

(1/1 I 4,356 I 

The Wolf In My Backyard by whalebarf

(2/? I 5,931 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles has a pet wolf.

Teen Raven by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 6,100 I Teen I Sterek)

Someone is killing local supernatural residents of Beacon Hills, and now that the Hale family has been personally affected, Derek is becoming increasingly concerned for his pack’s safety and well-being, he never wanted to get involved with it himself- his father and sister were the cops in the family, his mother and other sister were the Alpha and Alpha-in-training, and Derek was just… well, Derek was just a nanny, why would anyone even WANT his help? And then his sister dragged him to an old decrepit house in the woods and he suddenly realized that he couldn’t turn a blind eye to any of this, not now that he had attracted the attention of the house’s owner

“That was Stiles Stilinski, he’s only a few years younger than us, his mother died about ten years ago… don’t you remember?”

Second Star to the Right and Straight on Till Morning by Curlee_Cue

(4/4 I 14,482 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek gets into a fight with hippy witch clowns. He doesn’t win.

Or… the one where Derek gets shrunken to the size of Tinkerbell (smaller, actually), and Stiles laughs even though he really just wants to cry.

“Any spare change?” by BrowFlick92

(10/? I 21,385 I Not Rated I Sterek)

So… It can’t hurt to give the homeless guy a couple of dollars can it?
Or buy him a coffee?
Or fall completely and hopelessly in love with him?

In which Stiles is a wonderful person and Derek is in need of that in his pitiful life right now…

Stiles the Strange Pet by TriscuitsandSoup

(23/23 I 62,205 I Mature I Steter)

Peter welcomes a strange new house guest.

You’re Not Who I Thought You Were by halcyon1993

(21/21 I 84,916 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

Stiles is lonely. The only person who really talks to him is his best friend, and even Scott seems eager to ditch him whenever someone better comes along. Following a stupid decision made late one night, his small world opens up as he discovers things he never before thought possible, and he meets a mysterious man who could be the answer to all of his problems.

A Life for a Life, Makes the Whole World Bound by augopher

(26/26 I 90,697 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy.
The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He’d definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three.“ Everything clicked into place.
So…he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek.
With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his ‘Rules and Regulations’ was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained.
Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?

Come See About Me by the_misfortune_teller

(23/23 I 106,549 I Explicit I Stisaac)

A friendship between Stiles and Isaac over the summer leads to something unexpected.

Blue Monday by ExpectNothingGainEverything

(9/? I 217,530 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles would have never guessed that the star player of the lacrosse team and presumably the hottest guy in school who everyone wanted a piece of and one of his most hated bullies would turn out to be his soulmate.

Derek would never have dreamed that fate would be so cruel to pair him up with a freak like Stilinski.

So i played a little bit of overwatch comp (cuz im a glutton for punishment and an idiot who doesn’t take her own advice on what relaxation is) and I met the SWEETEST 15-year-old kid. I join chat and the first thing he says is “Hi guys, unless you’re not all guys I apologize, we’re gonna do great and have fun!” He kept complimenting people when whenever he saw a multi kill in the kill feed. I was playing mercy and he kept saying “This mercy is amazing!” Which of course makes me smile like an idiot. And anytime I couldn’t get to him and he’d die (he was genji of course), I’d apologize like I normally do. But this is the first time playing in comp anyone replied, “It’s not your fault mercy. I know you’re healing the tanks (I was solo healing)” We ultimately lost, but we put up a fight at KotH Lijiang tower with a score: 2 to 3. He before he left he said, “I had a fun time. I hope you guys win all ur next games” in the type chat. His username was Goobisoft, such a sweet boy. 

geekofthegreek  asked:

WHY!?!?!?!? Why did we give Anti the attention he needs to gain power? Curiosity, ignorance, or just plain stupidity? We have Antisepticeye all the power he could ever want... WE WERE WARNED YET WE IGNORED THE SIGNS! Go away glitch bitch.

That is truly the worst part of all this.

We KNOW about the signs and warnings, we KNOW what Anti is capable of, and we KNOW how he gets his power- from all of us.

Yet we continue the theories.

The ideas.

The lore. 

The “what if’s”.

No matter what happens, it’s all our fault. 

I͇̺ț͔̟̦͈ͅ ̼a̝̠͚̞l͇̟̖̻͖̥̤͟w҉͕̮̻͍̘̯̺a̠̩̺̙̭ͅy̴͎̤̻͍͕͖s̜̱͔̩̙ ͚͈͞i̺͚̠̞͡ͅs̺̭̹.̺̤̫

How Seventeen Breaks Up With You

Originally posted by beautifulshuas

A/N: i read a request wrong and didn’t find out until rn :-) but i’m posting this anyways

S. Coups: “Let’s not make this a messy break up or anything. Let’s just look at it like two people who drifted apart.” Seungcheol would try his hardest to make sure the relationship as friends wasn’t broken.

Jeonghan: “How long are we supposed to pretend that things are okay between us? This relationship has run its course.” Jeonghan would put mutual blame on the ending of the relationship, but he would still be crushed over it.

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Well, this ask certainly made a good warmup this morning! Despite the drawing itself not being canon (my toon-insert is not AU-canon obviously) I’m going to drop the hammer of knowledge here and give some insight into “dripping” as it relates to the AU.

Running (or “Drippy” Ink): When Is It Serious?

It’s pretty well-known that Darling is an over-saturated drippy mess, and Devil will bleed at the edges on occasion, but here’s some more in-depth info!

Darling: Darling is constantly oozing because he uses the ink machine to over-saturate his form - Basically he’s only as drippy as he is because he tries to keep as much ink under his control as possible. Because of this, some ink dripping off during exaggerated movements or when stressed really isn’t harmful. In fact, it happens frequently since Darling is essentially a very wet sponge in that any movement or compression will cause him to leak.

However, Darling does still need the ink to maintain his hold on his body! If he uses too much ink offensively or loses it all in some other way, it could cause him to lose his grip on his anchor - effectively killing him. 

Devil: Dev’s connection to his anchor is nearly perfect, to a fault. Since the link between his consciousness and his anchor is so close to seamless, he can easily absorb and manipulate fresh ink (provided it hasn’t been used already/contaminated). The more pure the ink, the easier it is for him to use. 

Contaminated ink (such as straight from the aged and rusty ink machine or discarded by a living toon) can technically be used, but it is cripplingly difficult and will be violently rejected by his body if held long enough.

There are two conditions under which Devil’s ink will run: For comedic effect or if his body is damaged. In the case of the former it is absolutely harmless; his connection to toon logic (however subconscious) simply uses his makeup as a tool for comedy and any running ink will “snap” back into place the moment the gag ends. He can’t even feel it.

In the latter scenario however, his ink will not snap and may actually drip off of his body, leaving him dizzy. Dev would need to be seriously injured in some way for this to happen. If the ink is damaged or diluted far enough, he will lose connection to his anchor and separate. Unlike Darling however, Dev’s anchor is a concept (rather than a physical object) and as such he could re-form given enough time, effort, and ink.

Sammy: The master of the music department is similar to Darling that his body is composed of a seemingly physical core blanketed in a slough of ink. Sammy’s ink is contaminated and thick, sticking to him like tar. It will ooze, but will not separate from him easily. If lost (or forcibly removed, as he’s attempted to do on his more lucid days) it will cause him excruciating pain and inevitably will regenerate if he takes in sustenance of any sort (food or drink, or on his less clear days ink). 

Despite his wish to be freed of his “inky prison”, Sammy’s core (be it a body, anchor, or something else entirely nobody knows) would likely not survive the process if the pain caused by loss of his ink is any indication. 

The Toons: Not much is known yet about Boris, Alice, and Bendy, but they have been seen with their ink running. Like Devil, their ink appears able to run for comedic effect and will “snap” back into place at the conclusion of the gag. None of the toons have been seen with their ink running in a way that may be detrimental to their health.

And to answer the other two questions:

1. Toon Fara, while not AU-canon, can absolutely melt under the right (or absolutely wrong) conditions.

2. Who cleans up the ink? The Searchers: 

Ink that has channeled a consciousness doesn’t just lose that odd property when separated from its host, which is actually why Devil and Darling can’t absorb ink discarded from their own bodies. When that link is severed, the ink effectively gains a primitive consciousness of its own that cannot be overwritten. 

While a small drop may not have enough will to move, gather enough together and a Searcher may be born, wandering the studio with some barely-there ghost of a purpose. Any ink they come across that is similar enough to them in makeup (has been discarded by a living toon, essentially) is absorbed and added to their mass. 

3. Unrelated, but Sammy has named some of the more unique Searchers and will even converse with them at times. They never reply. He thinks that is rather rude.

Secrets Kill 11

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)

They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training.

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My political snack cake is on the cover of Rolling Stone this month.

So go on ahead and steel yourselves for the 7,283 hot takes on how Justin Trudeau isn’t the messiah of North American politics. I personally will be ignoring all of them because:

1) Most people know Prime Minister Bae is problematic, with his positions on Indigenous Peoples and fossil fuels being two of the most visible.

2) Most people also know that he would still be a blessed improvement over Cheetolini. If you finna saddle me with an illness for a period of years, I'ma definitely pick a lil eczema over full blown leprosy. They both have faults and they both have problems, but I would much rather be stuck with Trudeau than sitting here under an actual toddler with a perpetually wet diaper.

3) Most people just like a lil frothy escapism. If folks wanna imagine a United States run by Trudeau instead of Trump, let em. Be sour and negative somewhere else.

Plus. He cute. And if the apocalypse is here, at least let me go out with eye candy on the evening news and not the orange anus with babyhands we have to deal with currently.

anonymous asked:

I would like headcanons of how the boys in the Child AU react to their new care taker coming home from work really tired and stressed but they just smile and wrap the kiddo in a hug and say how happy they are to be home. Thank you~!

Admin Mawile: (」・ω・)」


-He hardly picks up on the fact that you’re stressed, and greets you just as happily as usual. He may be a little bit dense to things like this, but his sheer joy at seeing you might be enough to make you feel better. 


-He almost immediately assumes it’s his fault that you’re so worn out, and becomes determined to make things better for you. He starts trying to help you more, but out or fear more than anything. 


-While he’s more than a little worried that this all is somehow his fault, he tries to act like everything is normal. Maybe you haven’t decided you hate him yet, and he’ll do anything to push that moment further away. 


-If he can tell that you’re upset, he’ll make a legitimate effort to help, even offering you Teddy to hold. Since the bear makes everything better for him, you should feel fine now that you’ve held him too. 


-Hell mostly try to stay out of your way, afraid that you’ll decide to take the stress out on him. It’s not worth it to try to comfort you, even if it’s almost painful to see you so upset and exhausted. 


-He more or less expects you to take your exhaustion out on him, and is entirely stiff even while you hug him. She would have never missed a chance to blame him for everything that went wrong in her life. 


-As soon as he realizes that you’re having a hard time, he’s ready to do anything he can to help you. It wouldn’t do for him to be useless while you’re working so hard, and he’ll take up some of your work if he has to. 


-Honestly, he’s half expecting you to take your anger out on him. It has to be somehow his fault that you’re having such a hard time, and he’s all but convinced that he needs to change something for you. 


-If you’re so stressed out, then why don’t you just let him help out more? It’s not like it would kill him to do some housework for you, especially if you’re so tired from work that he can pick up on it. 


-As soon as he realizes you’re having a hard time, he’d do almost anything to make it better for you. Unfortunately, his ideas of helping involve you getting your anger out by hurting him, just like he’s used to. 


-He’s worried about you from the moment he realizes you’re so worn out, and will do anything he can to make you feel better. He’s terrified of you deciding that it’s hid fault for needing too much from you. 


-It stresses him out a bit that you seem so upset, and he’ll be noticeably on edge until your situation improves. There’s always a chance you’ll decide that it’s his fault you’re having such a hard time, after all. 

anonymous asked:

What if, when Fake Chop first met FAHC, Aleks only spoke in Russian, but, the second time meeting, he spoke perfect English? I'd like to see FAHC's reactions 😂😂

Let me preface this by saying, I don’t know any Russian. I also didn’t want to look like I’m making fun of anyone from Russia by letting Google Translate butcher what I’m trying to get across, so anything Aleks says in Russian is in italics. I hope none of you mind, and if you do I will gladly accept the actual Russian translation for any of the italic sentences past this paragraph. I thank you for the prompt Anon (you are the only one who didn’t ask for hurt Aleks… you all sure like to make Fake Aleks suffer…) and I hope you enjoy this.

Aleks needs to make one thing perfectly clear; this is in no way his fault. It’s not his fault he had been in the middle of a phone call when Jeremy and Michael approached him; it’s not his fault that the guy on the other line had been one of his contacts in Russia; it’s not his fault Michael and Jeremy assumed he only spoke Russian.

He will admit, he could have corrected them after he ended his call. Could have turned around and said something like, “Can I help you?” Or, “You must be from Fake AH, I’m Aleks.” He could have done this, could have made things so much easier for all of them, but when he heard Michael say, “Shit, dude, you didn’t tell me he didn’t speak English.”

And Jeremy say, “I didn’t know!”

Aleks figured, why not screw with these two for a while. So, he ended his call, turned to the two guys standing right behind him, and cheerfully said in Russian, “I can’t believe you assholes know nothing about me. Like nothing. I’ve talked to your boss like six times on the phone. James talked to him. Brett met with him. How do you not know anything about me?”

The look of pure panic on both of their faces had Aleks holding back a laugh. He waits patiently for a response, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Michael stares at him, mouth agape, for a good ten seconds before stammering, “W-what do I say to him?”

“I don’t know,” Jeremy replies, shaking his head.

Aleks tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes in thought, almost as if he’s trying to follow the conversation. Suddenly, he nods, grinning, and says, “I should feel bad, messing with you assholes, but I really don’t.”

“Okay, just follow me…” Michael yells and Jeremy elbows him in the side. “Ow, what?”

“That’s not gonna help, Michael. Yelling at him. He’s going to think he did something wrong. Plus, yelling isn’t going to make him understand English any better.”

Michael concedes the point, nodding his head. “Sorry,” he says in Aleks’ direction. “Well, what do I do then?”

“Uh…” Jeremy waves his hand, beckoning Aleks forward, and says, “We…” he points between himself and Michael, “-we help you.”

Aleks points to himself, and Jeremy nods. “Yes, we’ll… uh… we’re friends.”

“Friends,” Aleks says, pretending to sound out the word.

“Yes!” Jeremy jumps up and down, shaking Michael. “He understands, Michael. He understands!”

“Jeremy, stop shaking me,” Michael screams at him, and Jeremy immediately stops. “Alright, let’s go.”

Aleks follows them towards Michael’s car, making a few more comments in Russian, shaking his head at Michael and Jeremy. He really feels insulted by their lack of knowledge about him; he’s like second in command in his crew (co-leader if he should be so bold… and he is so bold). The least Fake AH could do is put forth some effort to learn about him; even if it’s the simple fact that he’s bilingual.

It’s a fifteen minute ride to Fake AH’s hideout, and Aleks cheerfully insults Jeremy and Michael the entire way. He doesn’t say much in the elevator, nerves getting the better of him, but once the doors open he can’t help muttering, “Shit, dude.”

The place is impressive, all leather and chrome with a glowing sign that says Fake AH right behind an empty receptionist’s desk. So far, the only thing Fake Chop has is a warehouse that smells vaguely like piss, but they’ll get here eventually. Hopefully.

“Wait, what?” Michael whirls around, face scrunched up in confusion and anger. “You know English?”

Crap, Aleks thinks, the jig is up.

“He what now?” Jeremy turns to face Aleks, too, betrayal clearly etched across his face.

Aleks shrugs and whispers, “Next time fellas, just ask.” He then walks past Jeremy and Michael, heading towards Geoff’s office, ignoring the grumbles that follow him the whole way.

anonymous asked:

I think what's fascinating about OC is that he feels guilty and terrible for what happened to RC, wishing that he could have survived instead, but at the same time he's devoted to his selfish pursuit of revenge despite the sacrifice. What will he do now?

Yes! I love this ask this is exactly how I feel too, you’ve summarized it all so perfectly. There are so many aspects of OC that contradict each other and it makes him really fascinating, it seems to be the main thing that interests Sebastian too and I am inclined to agree!

I could spend all day thinking about OC (and I probably do) but even so I find it hard to truly wrap my head around him. He’s simultaneously arrogant:

Yet also aware of his own faults, he is under no illusions about the reality of his existence and it makes it easier to understand him.

Recently I was asked what my opinion was on OC’s self-esteem, and honestly it took me hours to write a sufficient reply because he is so conflicting!

OC will say that he doesn’t want forgiveness, that’s he’s the “extra” unimportant sibling, that he does not deserve to be protected… but then he’ll act with such conviction in his actions, with a confidence in himself and in his place in this world that leaves you wondering how he truly feels. I suppose the answer is somewhere in the middle.

I don’t know what OC is going to do next, but my instinct is to believe that the strength which has driven forwards is one that will not falter easily. He has a strong determination to succeed even if it means pushing others down, so I expect we may see him acting in this way once again.

Though before that, I presume OC may have a bit of a breakdown. He really needs to face the situation before him properly before he can deal with it - he’s only human after-all and his weaknesses are currently overwhelming him.