and the war rages on

anonymous asked:

any sterek kingdom fics or kingdom of hale thing? :)

Hey :)

Here are a few that I haven’t mentioned but the rest are here , here and here.

The Fox & The Wolf by  Dexterous_Sinistrous | 79.1K

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Worlds Apart by  siny | 92.5K

Derek Hale, Heir Prince of Betonia and Italy, meets Stiles Stilinski, college boy.

The Royal Omega by  iamfrenchy | 22.6K

When Stiles presents as the first omega in almost 50 years he gets shoved into a life he didn’t expect to ever experience. When Stiles shows up at the palace he didn’t expect to steal the heart of the Prince by just standing there!

Living With Teamiplier Part2

Because you all loved the first one, I wanted to do another! 
Also, I realised I didn’t write much of the girls in the last one! So I’ll be sure to add them in this. 
Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by daddyvibe

-You fight Ethan for the last bit of pizza. 

-A lot of slapping and light-hearted screams of pain echo through the house as the war between you two rages on. 

-Tyler swoops in without either of you noticing and snatches away the last bite. 

-You and Ethan turn on him in an instant. 

-Amy and Kathryn watch with mild amusement as you two chase Tyler around, screaming insults. 

-Mark walks out of his recording room and instantly starts yelling just because everyone else is. 

-It all falls into a giggle fit and you all continue with your day. 

-Chica likes sneaking into your room and sleeping by your bed because it’s the quietest area in the house. 

-Mark searches your room first when looking for the pup. 

-Sometimes you cuddle with Chica on the couch, refusing to let her go when Mark wants her. 

-If Mark becomes busy with his channel, you’ll help him out by taking the pup for a walk to get her out of the house. 

-Amy comes with you, the two of you play with the puppo at the park for an hour before going home.

-You and the girls have your coffees outside in the morning, enjoying the quiet outside air. 

-Even if it’s cold, you all wrap blankets around yourselves and curl up outside on the chairs. 

-Tyler joins you sometimes. Drowsy and tired, he’ll sit by the three of you and just listen until he wakes up more. 

-Amy manages to convince Mark to bring food out to you guys because you’re all too comfortable to get up. 

-You become close friends with the girls and at late hours of the night, you might go on drives with Amy. 

-Mark appreciates you going with Amy. Though she’s a grown woman, it’s a comfort to know a friend is with her when she goes on a road-trip or a short drive. 

-If any of you are travelling, everyone likes to keep in touch. To make sure you get to your destination safely and get home in one piece. 

(I’m having a blank for other stuff :P, hope you enjoyed!) 

Good intentions don’t excuse bad behavior.
You will always enjoy yourself less when you have planned for it.
Grief has no solution. Let it be.
Not forgiving someone destroys you more than it destroys them.
Sometimes there are no amount of encouraging words to pull someone out of the sheer exhaustion and melancholy of being alive.
People see you the most when you don’t want to be seen at all.
Honest laughs must be drawn out until all the air is gone. Like a balloon.
Panic attacks exist to make you think your life is wrong.
It is nearly impossible to maintain a close friendship when one person is depressed and the other is not.
Not really knowing someone is what makes a life look interesting. Like when the movie trailer is better than the movie.
If you need them to care more than they do, it won’t happen. Ever.
Learning to dance in public without pretense is incredibly liberating, and people will envy you for it.
There is a spiritual war raging inside all of us.
Deciding to do something different just because you know it’s different does not make you unique. Unique is liking what you like. Unique is shamelessly admitting how much you still love that band even after they’ve sold out.
Being alone is powerful.
People don’t praise others because they’re afraid there will be no glory left for them.
Nostalgia is the art of abandoning details.
You’re never fooling anyone nearly as much as you’re fooling yourself.
Small talk is THE WORST.
No one hates the prettiest person in the room more than the 2nd prettiest person in the room.
Regrets are useful, not useless. Dwelling is useless.
Humbling yourself is the biggest component of self-improvement.
It’s easier to get in your own way than it is for anyone else to.
Kindness is the fastest way to earn respect.
Depression is a lack of willingness.
Opposites attract because they have so much to learn from each other.
If you have to test their love, you’re not worthy.
Half-hearted encouragement is worse than no encouragement at all.
If a woman is constantly being let down by a man, it’s because she doesn’t know how powerful it is to be a woman.
Nothing could be more bittersweet than knowing that it’s not going to play out the way you envision it.
Helping people is the most rewarding thing on the planet and the least practiced.
If you had everything figured out about anything, you wouldn’t be here.
The more you don’t wear makeup, the better you look without it.
Love is not rare. Unconditional love is.
You’re the only one who thinks your family is embarrassing.
Getting rid of one vice means replacing it with another.
It’s all in your head. Literally.
—  Amy Shock

We know that every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings, but we didn’t know that every time someone swears, a demon gets a power boost. There’s been a war raging between heaven and hell for thousands of years, but now, thanks to people swearing more than ever before, the tide of battle is beginning to turn…

Helen is not of Troy
and not of Sparta.
She does not live in the towers of burning Ilium,
or the ruined palaces of once-great Greece–
No, she is found between the folds of history
over and over and over again.

Blamed and de-famed and cruelly scorned,
She is every woman who bears the burden
of the faults of men and gods.

She is all of us–
History repeating itself,
maybe to punish
maybe to teach
maybe to remind
But it does not matter–
Whatever might be the ill-taught lesson,
the shouts of the imprisoned and deprived
are forever lost in the clanging of weapons,
false pride
and forgotten women.

Sing, o goddess, the rage of Helen
–which launched not a thousand ships
but was stifled and silenced
by a war fought wrongly in her honour.

—  sing, o goddess, the rage of helen | by prithvi. p
most hated character award

You know, I really hate Umbridge. Like REALLY hate her (just like probably every other sane human being)

BUT

I think she has just been surpassed by Mary Lou. I’m still SO disgusted whenever I read her name, I’m just SO FULL OF RAGE!

I can’t be the only one, right? 

my favorite 80’s movies

the shining (1980)

e.t. the extra-terrestrial (1980)

raging bull (1980)

star wars: the empire strikes back (1980)

all the right moves (1983)

the outsiders (1983)

rumble fish (1983)

risky business (1983)

a nightmare on elm street (1984)

sixteen candles (1984)

ghostbusters (1984)

the terminator (1984)

the breakfast club (1985)

the goonies (1985)

the karate kid (1985)

top gun (1985)

just one of the guys (1985)

secret admirer (1985)

back to the future (1985)    

stand by me (1986)

pretty in pink (1986)

ferris bueller’s day off (1986

can’t buy me love (1987)

the princess bride (1987)

some kind of wonderful (1987)

dirty dacing (1987)

the lost boys (1987)

adventures in babysitting (1987)

license to drive (1988)

heathers (1988)

running on empty (1988)

back to the future part II (1989)

dream a little dream (1989)

dead poets society (1989)

At work...

Guy in the cube next to me: nice scarf
Me: thank you
Guy: your husband like Star Wars and let you borrow it?
Me: no I made this for myself for the movie this weekend, my husband isn’t a fan
Guy: well cool but he must have gotten you into it right? You probably didn’t like that stuff before you met him
Me: *bashes head into desk until I fall into the abyss*

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE A WOMAN WOULD LIKE STAR WARS? OR VIDEO GAMES? OR SUPERHEROES?

It is hard to explain what is happening in Aleppo, it is difficult to comprehend and understand, it is difficult to get accurate information, but this is what is clear - Aleppo is burning. The city has been the epicentre of a largely ignored humanitarian crisis that was sparked by the Syrian Civil War in 2012, and has raged ever since. Over 400,000 people have been killed during the war, many of which were civilians, and tens of thousands of which were children. Only a fraction of the city’s population remains, those who did not flee, were either killed, or have fought for survival until this moment. Yesterday, the battle of Aleppo reportedly ended, Russia stopped bombing and Syria called a truce with rebels, but this morning, fierce fighting has resumed. While both sides claim the moral high ground, the toll it has taken on innocent civilians is undeniable. I don’t know what the answer is, I don’t know what we can do to stop the violence, but I do know it must end. I stand with the children of Aleppo, the innocents, the victims of a war that they did not want. I stand with the people who have lost it all but remain hopeful. I am not a religious man, so maybe ‘pray’ isn’t the right word, but I pray for peace for the children of Aleppo, and the children of Syria as a whole.

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Among the many, many reasons I like the idea of Lyra Erso as a rejected Jedi-hopeful relegated to the Jedi Engineering Corps is because it gives her a reason to know Saw Gerrera before the rise of the Empire.

Also, I just like imagining graduate student Lyra being assigned to answer all the inquiry transmissions received by the Corps. Most of them are boring—scientists across the galaxy double-checking their facts, senators or contractors requesting results of geological surveys, the occasional oddball request for treasure maps, or a list of which mineraloids are poisonous if ingested.

But one day, she gets an inquiry from a man on Onderon. And though he’s circumspect about it, it’s very clear to her that he’s talking about making chemical weapons. (The war against the Separatists has been raging for some time now. She’s only surprised it’s taken someone this long to ask.)

She opens a new transmission, and keys out:

Dear Master Gerrera,

Thank you for your inquiry to the Jedi Agricultural Corps, Engineering Division. The official uses of the cyanogen silicate compound known as “Sith’s breath” are limited to the construction of Celegian life support chambers, due to the compound’s extreme toxicity to most carbon-based sentient life. Additionally, the components are difficult to procure, and their synthesization without proper licensure under Galactic Republican Statute 1184.2-4 Aleph constitutes fraudulent business practices and illegal production of a controlled chemical compound.

The Jedi Order must warn you that should you pursue this course of action, it will have no choice but to enforce the law to the fullest extent of its authority.

On an unrelated note, baradium bisulfate is an accessible liquid compound, used frequently in mining. Unlike cyanogen silicate, it does not sublimate at 20°C, but it is highly unstable and a very small amount can do a surprising amount of damage. Several years ago, a careless engineering trainee did not calibrate a suspension field carefully, and leveled a small mountain.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if you have further questions.

May the Force be with you,
Lyra Inair, Geological Engineer, Jedi AgriCorps 

She expects that to be the last of it, and so she’s extremely surprised when he replies directly. Less surprised when she realizes he’s asking how one goes about constructing a suspension field. Possibly one that would destabilize with some sort of trigger or timer or maybe on impact…?

And they keep—writing one another. Even after she’s moved off the transmissions desk, to actual geological work. Rocks and weapon mechanics turn to small talk, turn to little details of their lives, turn to the Force and the Republic. He talks about his sister, about the warfront; she complains about the internal politics of the Corps and Galen (though he’s not Galen, yet, he’s just the handsome Republican engineer with cheekbones like sheered silicate). They argue theology, and justice, and violence. She cries for him, when his sister dies. They—are friends. 

Saw is the only one she tells, when she decides to turn her back on the Order. She is in love and Galen has friends in Coruscant, a prestigious job with an engineering guild—

Please do not stop writing me, she begs.

I will be here, Saw writes, if you ever need me.